The next morning Ashley had no trouble making it to school on time, and neither did Spencer.

The day actually went by rather uneventful, until lunch that is.

Lunch at King High was somewhat like an everyday spectacle.

There were the jocks who ate together, the nerds, the band geeks, the art crowd, the cheerleaders, and then of course the infamous untouchables.

Now just like medieval times, these kids were the ones nobody wanted to be around. They didn’t fit into King High’s social circles whether it be because they were too poor, too ugly, too tacky, too whatever; you name it, because it was pretty much fill in the blank.

So it was a huge deal when new girl Ashley Davies, walked over to the untouchable tables, not knowing the rules of engagement, and sat down to eat lunch.

“Did that girl just?” a jock whispered to his fellow football players.

“Yeah she did,” a girl from the art circle said, as her table discussed what was happening.

And all the sudden it was like there were tons of separate conversations going on about the same thing.

 New girl sits with misfit freaks is what the headline read.

The brunette seemed oblivious to the matter, as she sat there eating her Chick-Fil-A chicken sandwich.

Suddenly, one of the biggest jerks on the football team, Rick walked up to Ashley.

“Hi, I’m Rick.  You’re obviously new here. Why don’t you come sit at my table?” Rick asked nicely with a strategically placed smile.

Ashley appeared to give it a few seconds of thought before replying, “No thanks, think I’m good where I’m at.”

The jocks laughed as they along with the whole cafeteria watched on.

“What are doing? Don’t you know this table is just for the freaks?” he said cockily eyeing the other people surrounding the brunette while his buddies continued to laugh.

“Really?” she replied, looking around and noticing all the pairs of eyes on her. “Funny I didn’t see it written on the table anywhere.”

“Ooh,” was the resounding echo from the jock tables.

Rick was not to be dissuaded however, because this only inspired him to keep it going.

“You don’t have to be a bitch about it, maybe you are at the right table after all,” he countered.

Now if there was one thing Ashley could not stand to be called, it was a bitch.

“Listen up Dick, cause here’s what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna go back and sit with all your little jock friends and let me eat my lunch in peace, leaving me and everyone else at this table alone…or else,” the fiery brunette said with a serious tone.

Another “ooh” came from the crowd.

“Hah, or what?” Rick said, shrugging his shoulders, and looking around, trying to not look intimidated.

“Or I make sure you and this freak table get real acquainted,” Ashley said without hesitation, gritting her teeth.

Rick looked a little nervous, but just like a dick he didn’t back down.

“I think I’ll take my chances freak,” he said getting up into Ashley’s face as she sat at the table.

That was it, the last straw.

Without any hesitation, the brunette grabbed the football player by the back of his head, and slammed his face down into the table.

He stood straight back up grimacing as he once more called her a bitch.

So the brown-eyed teen gave him one more shot, a left-handed jab to the nose.

K.O. he went down hard like a heavy weight fighter, all 6’2 and 250 pounds of him.

Rick was bleeding profusely, and it was safe to say his nose was probably broken.

The lunchroom was so quiet at this point; you could probably hear a pen drop as the jock lay writhing on the floor in pain.

Ashley stood over him. “You should probably get some ice on that,” she said and then sat back down and kept eating her lunch.

“Anybody got ketchup?” she added, asking the whole cafeteria of wide-eyed, slack jawed, speechless teens.

Needless to say, that was the last time anybody messed with the untouchables or Ashley ever again.