Company wanted (Sandy, tags any)

[Sandy Meyers]

Sandy tried to make the most of the past weeks events. Some good had come of it, she finally got to talk to Levi, who she thought was cute. She also had auditioned for the school show it was just a matter of time before she heard about what role she landed.

She went through the line of the cafeteria. After browsing the mystery meat of the day, she settled on a salad with ranch dressing, along with an apple and a bottle of water. How Greg could eat this stuff she couldn't even begin to imagine, at least when he was on set they had decent food!

She looked around for a table to sit at. She didn't mind who she sat with, just so they didn't reek of anything horrible or want her to look at some scab that was peeling off some part of their body.

She found a solitary figure sitting at a table, so she approached with a pleasant caution. "Umm hi, I was wondering if I could sit here with you? Every place else seems to be occupied." She put on her best smile as she waited for an answer.

[Liz Davies]

Liz sat in solitude in the cafeteria, hoping she was giving a vibe for everyone to stay the hell away from her. She regretted not skipping the second she stepped back into the building and had to put up with all sorts of school spirit bullcrap. What she'd give to be able to run around inside the school with a can of spray paint, completely unhindered in her devastation.

The first thing that happened was that they wouldn't let her in with her backpack, which was a load of crap. Like she'd even have a pistol, let alone be stupid enough to shoot up a school. She may not like most of these idiots, but she wasn't going to go around killing them. She used to think she wouldn't care if someone did, but the reality of it was much more terrifying than she ever thought, and she wished that on no one. Still, since she was one of the lucky ones to be unharmed, it seemed the worst part of the situation was the horrible inconveniences it brought with it after the fall. She had to ditch it back in her friend's car and carry all the crap she thought she might need in her hands and pockets.

Secondly, cops were everywhere. Luckily she didn't have any pot on her today, but if she did there wouldn't have even been anywhere to hide out to smoke it. She did have a pipe in her jacket pocket, but it was clean and they couldn't nab her for that, since it's a “tobacco pipe.”

So the only solace Liz found was in sitting alone with her iPod, at the moment listening to The Envy Corps. She had saved for months to get it, and found it was possibly the greatest purchase she could ever have made. It turned snubbing people into an artform.

Thus it was that Liz finally felt the presence of someone standing behind her. She turned her head to find a little red-headed girl mouthing something at her. She pulled one earbud out in time to catch something about places being occupied. Liz gathered that the other girl wanted to sit with her. Liz looked her up and down for a moment, then shrugged.

“Whatever, nerd. Suit yourself.” She replaced the earbud and turned back to the table, drumming out a rhythm with her hands on the table top, trying to lose herself again in the world of the Rhinemaidens.

[Sandy Meyers]

Sandy wasn't used to being called a nerd. Sure she got good grades in school and liked school but she was far from the pocket protector carrying geeks. Still she sat down across from the other girl. "Umm thanks." Came a meek reply.

She started to pour the dressing on her salad trying to mind her own business but the drumming was contagious. She shook out the rest of the dressing to the rhythm of what was being beaten out on the table.

Maybe this was a decent way to start making small talk with someone. "Just curious, who are you listening to?" She asked the girl. She cocked her head to the side like a pup does hearing a noise for the first time.

"Where are my manners? I'm Sandy Meyers." She offered her name despite being drowned out by the noise in the cafeteria as well as the girls drumming.

She was starting to feel like she was sticking out like a sore thumb. She silently went back to her food, taking a few stabs at the green concoction mixed with the white dressing.

After all, some people weren't the talking types.

[Liz Davies]

The girl kept trying to talk to Liz, and it was starting to get irritating. All the classic “piss off” signs were there: the iPod, the vacant off-in-her-own-world look on her face, the hand drumming... How many more clues did this redhead need? Frustrated, Liz pulled both the earbuds down and wheeled around on her table mate.

“Look, nerd, I tried to be nice but you won't get the hint. Get the hell out of here!”

At that moment another figure stepped up, and in a somewhat masculine voice spoke out. “Y-you should be nice t-to her.” Levi almost sounded confident enough to be intimidating, but as it was his words rang a bit hollow. Still, standing up to Liz caused her jaw to drop. Not many people did, let alone small, nerdy, freshman boys. And Liz knew this one, a rich little Jewish kid who wanted to be Superman. Is that why he was standing up to her?

Liz stood and got straight into Levi's face. “Who made it your problem, you little geek?” She shoved him back, prowling forward like a panther. “You gonna call Spiderman to come save you?”

The blood had drained from Levi's face. When he had stuck up for Sandy, it had seemed like a great idea. He hadn't expected the girl to get physical. Levi held tight to his paper lunch sack and began backing up. Denny had disappeared the second Levi spoke to the rough looking girl.

Liz was just about to shove the terrified looking boy again when she happened to look up. A teacher had entered the room and was talking with one of the older kids. She saw the older kid point in her direction. She looked back at Levi. “You're lucky, nerd.” She grabbed her stuff off the table and stalked out of the cafeteria, not looking to get stuck in detention again.

Levi realized he had been holding his breath almost the entire time and exhaled, his entire body relaxing. He meekly walked over to Sandy with a smile on his face. The color was slowly starting to return to his cheeks, in fact they were starting to turn a little red just from being near such a pretty girl as Sandy.

“Sorry about that Sandy,” Levi spoke quietly, as if all his energy had disappeared. “I hope she doesn't bother you again.”

[Sandy Meyers]

Sandy looked at the girl in an frightened animal. "I--I--I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." she was on the verge of tears. There was some salvation at the sound of Levi's voice.

She didn't expect the girl to stand and face him. She wanted to do something but she wasn't sure what she could do. She spied her bottle of water! Yes she'd probably get her butt kicked by the girl for this but she needed to cool off.

She took the lid off and quietly climbed on the table ready to dump the water on her until she saw the teacher she quickly went back to her seat and waited till she was gone.

She watched the girl stalk off, Sandy normally didn't hate anyone but this girl had taken the cake, icing and all. She went back to her lunch and poked at her lettuce.

She looked up at Levi when she spoke to her. "Oh, its ok, really. You were rather brave to stand up to her." She felt herself blush a little. "You look flush, go ahead and sit. I'll have my water ready, maybe she'll melt if I throw it on her."

[Levi Rubenstein]

Levi took a deep breath. She wanted him to sit down... with her? He tried to respond but his tongue felt like it was a million sizes too big for his mouth. He slowly ambled over to the table and lowered himself to a seat a couple feet away from her. She was like the sun to Levi, and he knew if he were to get too close right now he would burn up. The color most definitely did not go away.

He had barely noticed Sandy about to dump water on the mean older girl he had been so terrifyingly focused on not dying. So he did what any normal boy his age who could barely talk to girls would do when she made a joke: He laughed ridiculously loud. He wanted her to think he found her funny, but realized the second noise erupted from the stupid void on the lower hemisphere of his face that it was way too loud and way too awkward. His mouth clamped shut as abruptly as it had opened. He took another deep breath.

Come on, Levi, you can do it! You can talk to Sandy, you've done it before. “Yeah,” he started, trying to smile. “That girl sure was a witch. I've seen her around before.” And by seen her around, Levi meant he had witnessed her stuff kids in lockers. And by that, Levi meant he had been the victim of said bullying.

Levi took another breath, and decided to boldly stride forward with confidence. He needed to find the perfect question, one that would show her that he was deep and thoughtful and caring and strong and the coolest guy in the world. He opened his mouth, hoping for genius.

“So how's your lunch?”