RSHS 5: Cafeterium

"What have they got that we don't got?" Glade gestured with anger across the cafeteria at Renee as she sat down at a table.
"A significantly higher vagina to person ratio?" Ian shrugged and bit into an apple.
"What's so great about vaginas?" Glade stabbed a fork into her meatloaf.
"I don't think any of us are qualified to answer that question." Mal deadpanned over his Cuke.
"What about May?" Eddie asked.
"What about her?"
"She doesn't ever eat with us. Why don't you get angry at her?"
"Because she eats with the other cheerleaders."
"And?" Oliver stretched the word out.
"The cheerleaders are cooler than us." Glade gestured at Renee's table again, "Those guys are to coolness what black holes are to... stuff."
"Loquacious." Mal opined.
"Bah." Glade lacerated her meatloaf grumpily.
"Anyway," Ian pointed a forkful of potato at Eddie, "I've got the skinny on Amelia Vane. Get this-"

"Hey Renee."
"Hey Francine. Ladies." Renee nodded to the group as she sat down.
"So how did the hobo thing go?" Tiana asked.
"Great. We fed more hobos than I thought were in town." She took a sip of milk.
"Prepared for the religious studies test?" Anya asked.
"Totally."
"And the blatant crush on Ian?" Amy asked.
Renee snarfed her drink. "What?"
"We've seen you look at him. It couldn't be any more obvious." Francine trilled.
"Nuh-uh.." Renee glanced towards Ian's table.
Anya leaned forward, "Don't be ashamed of it, Renee. Someone had to be into... whatever it is Ian is and does."
"I appreciate your understanding whilst still denying any feelings for him beyond toleration, approaching friendship."
"And I just appreciate well-played high school baseball." Amy quipped.