In Love With My Bestfriend. Uh-Oh

Mr. & Ms. Popular

I started walking toward math. When I got there I sat down in my usual spot. As soon as I sat down a bunch of girls ran over to me. This happens like every. It's crazy.

"Hey Katilyn." said some random girl

"Hey." I replied back trying to be nice

"Hey girl." said (big shock) another random girl

"Hey." I said

"Hey Kaitlyn." said a girl.

Okay lets get this straight EVERY girl that is standing in front of me right now, I don't know.

"Hello to all of you standing in front of me right now." I said getting straight to the point

Then the bell rung and everybody disbursed from around me. I sighed in relief. I'm not trying to be unthankful or anything. I mean of course I like being head cheerleader and captain of the soccer team, I love it actually but people treat me different like I'm royalty or something and in reality I'm just like them but they don't take the time to get to know me.

They just want to be friends with me to get popular. Girls want to be me and guys want to be with me. I'm pretty but it gets annoying. But I knew what it would be like if I took the title as head cheerleader and soccer captain, so I just have to suck it up and deal with it.

"Kaitlyn?" my teacher asked

"Yes?"

"Can you please pay attention?"

"Ummm, yes. Sorry."

She nodded and went back to teaching. I'm really good in school. I know what you must be thinking.

"Omg, a cheerleader good at school?"

But yes, I am. Not all cheerleaders are dumbasses. Some of us are actually smart believe it or not. I snapped back into reality and started paying attention to what my teacher was saying. Then the bell rang. I packed up my things and started toward the door. When I got out two strong, familiar arms encircled me.

"Hey Logan."

"Hey Katie-Katster." He sang

"Haha, lets go to class."

He let go and just took my hand. We walked to science and sat down.

"Ready to be bombarded?" Logan asked

Just as he said that people came over. Logan gave me a knowing smirk. My heart fluttered at the sight of it. I smiled back.

"Hey Logan." said some really slutty girl. She had on a some really short shorts -that in my dictionary would be considered underwear-, a pink tank top that showed WAY too much junk if you know what I mean, and some pink hooker heels. I looked up at her in disgust. She was a cheerleader. She gave us cheerleaders a bad name.