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You walked through the halls of your high school, looking for your friends. You spot them standing at some lockers with your crush, Deena Johnson.
Your friends, Kate Schmidt and Simon Kalivoda, were her friends as well. Them being friends with her helped you have some interactions with her. You two barely spoke since you guys weren't even friends. You just liked her from far away. But unfortunately, you knew she didn't like you since she liked Sam Fraser.
You were jealous of Sam because of that.
But of course, how could a pretty, rich, and cheerleader girl like you have a crush on a girl who was in a marching band? And how could you be so jealous of a much less prettier blonde?
"Hey guys," you smiled at your friends. You looked at Deena and nodded at her, trying your best not to blush.
"Hi Y/n," Kate grinned, holding onto her books. She was wearing her blue Shadyside cheerleader outfit.
"Y/n!" Simon chuckled, pulling you into a tight warm hug. You smiled nervously as Deena was watching the two of you.
"Simon," you gritted your teeth, glaring at him. You turned back to face the Johnson girl with a small smile. "So, Y/n..." Deena trailed off, looking at you up and down. You were also wearing the same blue cheerleader outfit like Kate, except yours was more revealing. Your stomach was exposed and so were your arms.
Your mother had told you to wear the outfit to make you more 'prettier', but what she really meant was to make you look like a slut so guys could check you out.
"Nice outfit," Deena commented on it. You blushed, your cheeks turning a light pink color. "Thanks," you smiled. "You have a good outfit too."
You internally slapped yourself for saying something as stupid as that.
"Anyways, let's go to class, Y/n," Kate cleared her throat and interrupted the two of you, grabbing you by your arm rather roughly and dragging you away from Deena and Simon.
When the two of you were out of sight, she go of you. You looked at your arm and saw the bruise she left. You were about to complain to her when she said, "What type of compliment was that, girl?"
You looked at her in confusion. "The 'you have a good outfit too' compliment," Kate recalled. You blushed in embarrassment. "You're better at complimenting people than that, Y/n. Get yourself together," she giggled and playfully slapped your arm.
You playfully rolled your eyes at the girl, "Okay Miss Perfect." Kate dramatically gasped. "That hurt my feelings," she whined, placing a hand on her chest where her heart was.
You gently pushed her as you walked in the direction of your class. "See ya later Kate!"
In class, a girl who looked similar to Sam entered the room. Deena, who was in your class and sat at the very back away from you, had a slight frown on her face as she looked at the girl. You saw this since you had turned your gaze ever so slightly to look at her.
You knew she was thinking about the girl and sighed. There was no way you were ever going to get with Deena Johnson.
