Little Miss Popular

❥ Chapter 8

It's been a week since the drama with Bradly and Aanya, and most importantly since Dumbo.

But neither of those are more important that college acceptance letters.

Bradly walks with his arm draped over Aanya's shoulder. She smirks at me thinking this is making me jealous, I can see it from the corner of my eyes but I keep them trained on Yusra. I can't give her the satisfaction.

"I'm sure we both got accepted honesty, our grades and extracurriculars are impressive." Yusra goes on.

"Yea, but are they impressive enough for Yale? Or Brown?" I sigh in worry, "hell, I'll even take Cornell."

"What are you guys talking about?" Alejandra walks up to my locker, joining our conversation.

"Universities." Yusra responds, Alejandra understandingly nods.

"You applied to Parsons, right?" I perk up in interest.

"Yea, but I doubt I'll get accepted."

"Please, if you don't get accepted then their school is corrupt or something because there's no way." Yusra chimes in. I nod in agreement.

"We'll see." Alejandra dismisses. "Oh, did you know two others applied to Yale?"

"No way." Me and Yusra respond in sync.

"I saw it while I was working in the counselors office."

"I wonder who they could be.." I mumble.

"You don't think it's.." Alejandra mentions towards twiddle dee and twiddle dumbass.

My eyes finally drift to Aanya.

Yusra scoffs, "please, as if."

Alejandra chuckles, causing us all to laugh and slyly glance at Aanya and Bethany.

I couldn't help but wonder who they could actually be. The chances of Yale accepting four from the same public high school is less than probable.

"You certainly have nothing to worry about." Yusra nudges me. I smile in appreciation.

"Come on, guys, we have to go to cheer practice."

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"No, it's clap twice then step back." I correct one of the girl's movements, when suddenly someone walked into the football field.

"You're late." My harsh voice booms making Bethany flinch next to me but Aanya just kept walking with her little head held up high.

"I got held up after class, like what's your problem?"

I smirk, yea I'm sure you did, with Mr. Jacobs.
"You're 30 minutes late."