𝐖𝐋𝐖 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐏𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐱 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

A/N:
This is narrated from the popular girl's perspective aaaand this may or may not be my current situation 👀

I still remember the first time I saw Sophie, it was the first day of the second term of the school year, I was all dolled up in the hopes I would make a good impression on my classmates and probably find some new friends, philosophy was just another filler class I took just to get credits, it seemed interesting and like an easy grade, so I signed in

I walked in late to the lesson, the professor was already standing in front of the classroom and introducing himself, I excused myself and unsuccessfully attempted to make myself invisible as I walked to the nearest empty seat, then I saw her

She was sitting at the back of the classroom, all scrunched up on her seat, she wore the dorkiest outfit I had ever seen, her haircut was old fashioned and seemed to belong to a grandma, her glasses were thin, downturned and brown, nothing you would see at a designer shop or at vogue, instead of wearing a normal shirt she wore a plain sporty gray T-shirt under a lilac zip up sweater, her jeans were dark blue, low-waisted and straight cut, but the one thing that stood out the most to me were her shoes, she had those ugly and chunky gray dad sneakers and even worse, she wore long aqua socks under them

The nearest empty seat was right at the front of the class, which meant I had to turn my back to her for the rest of it, didn't thought it would mean anything, I mean she was just another classmate

Although I'm used to being the teacher's pet and I consider myself quite a good student, the class was unbearable, the teacher spoke so slow and boring, I almost fell asleep a couple of times, still I couldn't stop thinking about that girl I had seen earlier, I kept wondering what her name was, what classes would she be taking, what she did on her free time, what kind of music she listened to, what was going on her mind

She looked like one of those kids my friends used to make fun of in middle school. I hardly pressed my ring against my bare thigh in hopes to wake myself up, then I tried to get my mind back to the class but failed, I started to wonder why that "weird" girl left such an impression on me, I realized I hadn't paid attention to any of my other classmates, just her, why? I kept wondering

-"alright" the teacher clapped, catching the classroom's attention "so, what do you guys think about that?" He looked around waiting for an answer

Well fuck. I had spent the whole time thinking about the random girl and hadn't not paid attention to anything that had just been said, the professor looked my way and was about to ask for my opinion, when a savior rose their hand

-"what's your name?" The teacher said referring to someone behind me

-"Sophie" a higher-than-normal pitched voice said, I turned my head around just to find that the porter of the voice was the one who had had my attention tight on her grasp "I think that theory is actually very interesting, cause if we think about it we are currently living in an illusion that's been neatly made for us, just like those men in that cave, we see the world through our phones and we see only what others want for us to see, but is that what really is there? We can not know for sure, imagine you've never baked a cake and I upload nothing but the ingredients and the final result, I may just show you how pretty the cake I made is, right? But I will not show you all of the dirty dishes that I left behind for someone else to clean, you'll think that baking a cake is that pretty and just all nice, but you will not see the working part, cause I don't want you to see it, so your vision of baking a cake is now made entirely of what I wanted for you to believe, and not what it truly is, and when you get inspired by me and decide to bake your own cake you will be mad that the reality is not what you thought it would be, because I controlled it, I made it up, and you do not like the dirty dishes because you did not count on that, so that's why the men in that cave were mad with the men who saw the outside, because they did not like the "truth""

-"right" the professor said after the long monologue "I s'pose we could see it like that, yes..." he said before going back to the presentation

What??? What was that word vomit? If you truly thought about it, it made no sense, Plato's prisoners weren't mad because they did not "count" on the reality, they did not believe in it at all, perhaps she had a good point, I guess I could see where she was coming from, but it was still a long monologue for a message that could've been delivered in way shorter manner

Was she nervous, perhaps? Why would she be nervous? Was it me? NO, fuck, not everything is about me, it would be nice if she was though, why the fuck did I just thought that?

Breathe in, breathe out, calm the fuck down