One table is where they sit with their blackmailed sluts. The other is where they pretend to be decent people. If they have a girlfriend, they sit at ...his table. It is also where the majority of the cheerleaders sit.The day after my guards are introduced to the school, I take my lunch over to the cheerleaders’ table. Instantly the jocks scowl. Some of the cheerleaders look concerned. The rest are blissfully ignorant of what their male friends do and have no idea why I would come to their table,. He had no definite plans, but that was just as well.“We should have taken their advice” Cavendish Young admitted to himself, and then to the others. The snow was thick now, the horses struggled and stumbled. Jesse was shivering, though not complaining. She was tougher than she looked.“We did what we did” was Marie’s only reply; she too was tougher than she looked, certainly more fatalistic than her husband had ever been. As they rode towards what she assumed might be their death in the snow,. Soon we were ready for bed my dad passed out on the sofa and me laying on the hard wooden floor looking at the wall waiting to be tired i soon got bored of this and stood up and picked up my pack of fags and walked to the hall way and put my shoes on i looked at my self in the mirror i was wearing a tight long sleeved top that look good on my slim body i then fixed my hair out my face but it still came down to slap me in the face i then turned around to the front door and made my way out. Just hanging out cause class ended early.” Daphne blurted. She turned her head. “Hey, Carmen. Do you know Mallory from the English department?”“Yeah, Daph. Of course, I do.” Carmen chuckled. One of her tanned fingers ran across the page she was reading and dog-eared the page. She closed the book to address Mallory. “How’s Valerie?” She flashed the girl a coy smile.“Single.” Mallory nodded. “She’s very well and very single.”Carmen cackled. “I hear ya!” Her eyes turned to Daphne. “I can leave you.