I'm Popular (or at least i used to be) Antes Story [gxg]

Chapter 6

You thought I would meet a girl about my height (5'7), who dresses in mostly alt clothes, has dyed hair and a few tattoos, but still has a relatively cheery disposition to counter my personality the next day, after seeing Hayley's post to say 'Staying in past bad. Moving on good?' Well I'm sorry to burst your misconception filled bubble about reality (Jocelyn translation: this book, this genre) but, the next day was the same boring school day. After dinner I downloaded this game called PUBG Mobile on Marianne's request that was honestly pretty fun.

I played for about two hours after dinner. The highest I got to was eleventh place which I did not see myself getting to when I saw the cover since it looked pretty intense. A sort of groove was found after two rounds as I was getting four to five kills per match. I had a good time but I felt like it would've been funner if I played duos or squads with friends. Marianne had to do some chores after her mom came busting in her room literally five minutes into the FaceTime so I ended up playing solo. Everything worked in my favor though as I got to build up skill without getting "carried" as Marianne would say by a veteran player. I also got to see Marianne's embarrassed expression when her mom started lecturing her while the game loaded.

I realized two hours had passed when I accidentally opened my notification wall while trying to open the menu. The time read 9:15. I decided to exercise and go to sleep a little earlier than usual.

The next day I woke up and picked my outfit for the day that consisted of a black velvet sweater, dark blue flare jeans, and my black booties. I chose some gold hoop earrings, a thin gold chain necklace, and a denim purse as accessories.

Despite the cool outfit, my day was still as boring as ever until fifth period. Class was about halfway over when a slightly-tanned girl walked in the classroom. She wore an oversized red Adidas track jacket, some matching leggings, and some red low top Adidas, all paired with a black Adidas backpack.

Why are all of the Adidas sponsorships going to random Instagram models when they could be going to this girl?!

She had black midi hair, hazel eyes, and a mischievous grin that made me think the teachers probably hated her.

The expression Mrs. Dubois made when she entered proved me right.

"Please sit down, Yuka. You're thirty minutes late." Mrs. Dubois sharply said.

Yuka conceded in a semi raspy voice "Right. I'm guessing I'm in the seat next to the blonde since it's the only one open."

"That would be correct." Mrs. Dubois affirmed, looking at her computer probably to double check.

"Well alright then." Yuka murmured while walking toward me and our lab table.

I turned around to face the front of the classroom as the sporty girl sat down on her assigned stool. I glanced over and saw how she sat. She sat halfway on the big stool with her left leg over the other, which to the average person might sound weird, but to me it was a glimmer of hope.