Love Rectangled

One

Present

BANG!

The deafening sound of a door slamming echoed as I entered Pinewood High. Everyone mid-paused in whatever they were doing and stared at me. I took a glimpse of them and flipped my hair.

My expensive T-Strap heels clicked as I ascend the stairs to the hallway with my head held high and chest out. Everyone gave longing glances and I smirked when they parted ways for me to walk by.

The Queen has arrived, bit*hes.

Every girl envied me and every guy wanted me. After all, I'm the Queen Bee, captain of cheerleaders, sexiest, and the most popular girl in our high school.

Taking out my new iPhone, I adjusted my Prada bag on my shoulder and checked myself on the camera. My long wavy brown hair floated elegantly as I strode the hallway and Emily joined me.

"Good morning, Lexi." She greeted, following me.

"Good morning, Em," I replied. "What's the status?" I locked my phone and put it back in my bag.

She extended a paper in front of me. I took it from her and studied it. "We have three classes together and for optional, it's Home Economics."

"That's good." My lips stretched into a grin and I squealed. "You know how much I love cooking!"

She nodded. "And you have, um..." She trailed off, looking away.

"I have what?" I lifted my brow.

"... Calculus with Ivy." My jaw clenched.

"Nastiest subject with the vicious person. What could be worse than that?" I scoffed and crossed my arms. "Tell me something good."

"You gain 100 plus followers from freshmen already." She rushed.

"Now, that's good news." I beamed.

She nodded, pushing her big black-rim glasses. "We have English first-"

"Em." Stopping, I grabbed her shoulders and shook her. "When are you going to get rid of these hideous glasses?" I asked in a bored tone.

She blinked at me as her ears turned red. "I need them." She whispered.

"There's this thing called lenses." I gave her a stern look.

"Ye-yes, but I'm afraid of them, they might break in my eye, or did something worse or-" I cut her rambling by tightening my grip on her shoulders.

I pressed my lips tightly and shook my head in disapproval. "It's senior year, Em. Don't tell me you want to go to college without dating once in high school."

"I-I..." She darted her eyes to the floor and her shoulders slumped. "I want to date."

"Then change yourself." I leaned in and whispered in her ear. "Or else no guy will ever look at you." I backed away, giving her a pitying look.

"O-okay." She uncomfortably shifted in her place.

"Don't take this the wrong way, Em." I tucked a lock of hair behind her ear that fell on her face from her messy ponytail. "I'm your only friend. If I won't tell you what's right or wrong for you, then who will?"

"I know." She bobbed her head and grinned. "Thanks, Lexi."

Returning her smile, I interlocked our arms and cheered. "Let's rock our year!"

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I sat in my history class, drumming my fingers on the table, and watched the clock tick deliberately.