Little Miss Popular

❥ Prologue

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The MC being blonde is just to fit the stereotype of a high school mean girl. I make no mention of her race or even her hair texture or whether it's dyed, a wig or natural. You may fill in the blanks as you see fit. Their looks, manner of speaking and titles are meant to be sort of cliché, with a dark twist and fast paced.

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I watch as Bradly and two other guys from the football team kick some poor boy who's curled up, trying to block the hits with his arms. This is going too far, but I'm frozen.

My "friends", the popular seniors who took me under their wing, were giggling next to me, but I could only watch. One of the guys is mocking him, I can't hear what he's saying except "Dumbo", the kid on the floor's nickname.

"T-that's enough!" I finally manage to get out. "Bradly! Stop it."

He ignores me and the girls give me a judgmental look.

I grab his arm and try to pull him away. "You're going too far!"

Bradly only gently pushes me away and everyone just scoffs.

I back away, trying to think of a way to stop this. It was only meant to be verbal, why would they physically hurt someone like that? Someone so small at that.

"I think someone is coming!" I lie.

Everyone stops out of fear of being caught. They quickly scatter like the roaches they are. I stand there watching the boy move his hands and suck in a breath in pain as he tries to get up.

Seeing him in such a vulnerable, weak position gives me a weird sensation I try to ignore.

He moves his wavy brown hair from his face and looks up at me with these innocent yet broken, doe-like blue eyes.

He's actually attractive in a less obvious way, he just had really big ears. I scoff at him, then stomp away in my heeled Mary janes.

It's only my freshman year, I need to be careful who I associate myself with. I can't keep defending every nerd I see.

As I turn the corner, I meet one if the girls from earlier. Her arms are crossed and her blonde hair is in a perfect ponytail.

"If you want to be one of us, you can't go around being protector of the nerds." Her judgement voice says. "Just let them have their fun, boys will be boys."

I mentally cringe. "I know." I simply state as I walk past her.

I want to be popular.
I need to be popular.
Even if I have to deal with assholes like her, eventually, I'll be on top.

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Be honest, what do you think so far? Constructive criticism welcomed.