((Francis St. Ledger continued from We Rule the School
Francis still didnt like the student center. It was dull, grey and oppressive, with graffiti and stickers on the lockers the only colour that could normally be found. It was also where the popular crowd hung out, and Francis was still annoyed over his encounter with Miles a few days ago. Still, it was where Francis locker was, so unless he wanted to carry all of his stuff around all the time, he had to visit the student center at least once per day.
That was the reason Francis was currently pushing through the throng clustered in the corridor, and making his way to the student center. Hed stored a couple of books there that he needed to pick up. Pushing open the doors, Francis felt an odd feeling of déjà vu. That encounter with Miles an Travis and the rest started that way, didnt it? Damn, theyd better not have all camped out here, or somethin.
To his relief, there were only a few people currently in the room. Most of them were either hurriedly finishing off homework, or removing stuff from lockers. Francis himself wandered over to his own locker. As he did so, he noticed the posters lining the walls, most of them about the recently finished Presidential campaign. Whilst Francis really hadnt cared too much about the campaign (especially seeing as he was pretty sure Miles had won his position), the posters had added a bit of much needed colour to the walls of the student center.
Francis noticed that a lot of the posters seemed to feature one Summer Simms. Summer was part of the whole popular crowd, along with Francis, but Francis liked her because she was friendly, sociable, good-looking and most importantly, not a massive bitch. Scanning the room, Francis saw that Summer herself was here too, pulling down a couple of her own posters. Oh yeah, thats right, she lost the election, didnt she? Shame. She was really enthusiastic bout the whole thing.
Summer wasnt the only person removing the posters from the walls. There were two other people who looked like they were helping her, both of whom Francis recognised. One was Mallory McCormick, one of the few girls he knew that played soccer. That was a huge plus in his books, even though the rest of the popular crowd seemed to dislike her. The other guy, Francis recognised, but didnt know his name. He was Staceys younger brother, and was the complete opposite of her. As such, the poor guy was a massive target for her, and the other bullies of Aurora High.
Francis looked back at his locker, then back at Summer, Mallory and whatshisface. Francis shut his locker door, leaving his books inside, then walked over to the trio. He raised his hand in greeting, then stopped to vocally greet them. Heya Summer, Mal, uh
Dammit. He had no idea of Mordetskys first name. It was something like James or Jacob, but Francis really wasnt sure.
Jay, right? It was a stab in the dark, but still better than just saying Hey there you. Putting this awkward moment behind him, Francis turned to Summer. You need any more help, Summer? he asked. The four of us together could get this whole room cleared in no time.