A Jock's Guide to Popularity

She Saw Him (Special) [Part One]

[FRESHMAN YEAR]

"Woah!"

"Is she rich?"

"Whose that?!"

"Is she new?"

"Pretty!"

I roll my eyes as useless comments are whispered as I walk through the halls. As a former eighth grader, I do not look forward to another school.

The system must be broken.

And this public school? What the fork are my parents thinking? It's so big I worry people will want to talk to me. I know they think I need to be friendly with the poorer residents but come on, what's the point? I'm not going to interact with them even after becoming the head of my company. And besides, I don't think I can fake being friendly again.

I think the rich snobs are just as annoying as the poor ones.

"Hey." A senior-looking boy winks, stuffing his hands inside his pockets and smiling a toothy smile.

Point to me. The poor ones are just as annoying.

I make a point to run my eyes over his body. "Disgusting," I mutter, glaring at him as if he were the gum attached to a desk.

His smile drops. I don't miss the laughter as I pass by. Serves him right. I'm out of his league.

He should know his level and stay on it.

I glance at my watch, frowning as I realize there are about thirty minutes until class. I got here too early. What am I supposed to do? Maybe I can hide in the bathroom...

"Do you need help?" A pretty girl in a mini skirt with large boobs smiles at me. She seems friendly at a glance but her lips are slightly pursed together. Her eyes are subconsciously glancing at my outfit in curiosity. I imagine she's wondering if my shoes are designer and if my blouse is as expensive as it looks.  "I'm Kelly, a junior. We can hang outside or in the cafeteria. Classes don't start for a while."

My lips lift at the corner. I tilt my head, grinning sarcastically at this bimbo. "Who said I would hang with you?" I look her up and down, letting my disgust show at her cheap outfit and boots. "I don't hang with whores." I fake a peppy smile and clap my hands.

The smile is wiped off her face. "What?" She's too shocked to be angry. "Did you say..." She's slow too.

"She called you a whore." An older girl appears behind her, her lips snarling in my direction. She's not pretty but she has a big butt she's showing off in tights. I take it she's just like this bimbo.

I roll my eyes and take a step back. "Oops. Don't want to catch what you have." I cover my mouth with round eyes, faking shock.

I watch their mouth open like fish.