The Dancer And The Popular.

Prologue.

High school. A place where life-long friendships are made, soul mates found and hearts broken. I'd like to think of it as hell. Burning in all its glory. I mean sure I did find my great love for dancing and many of my friends at this dump, but still, without any doubt. This is the last place I'd like to be.

Well I guess you would want an introduction so as to actually figure out what's going on. Haha, my bad. My name is Bond. James Bond. I had to come undercover.....hahahahahaha no.
I wish I was James Bond. But I don't see that happening any time soon. Or ever. I mean who wouldn't like to be an undercover spy and fight idiots spoiling the world. Okay anyway. Back on track, my name is Alexander Kendrick. Alex, in short. I'm 15 years old, and I'm in my second last year of high school. Yea, I know, I'm pretty young, but something to do with my birth month and I got shifted a year forward. Oh well. Good for me, the sooner I leave this place, the better. I mean all the differentiated groups of the school hated coming here. Even the nerds. Now do you get how bad it is?

I made my way up to my locker to see my group of friends, standing and being loud as always. Eh, I love them regardless. I got my books out of the locker and joined in, to see what they were talking about. Just as I was about to pitch in, we heard the sound of high heels clicking on the tiled floor. And all eyes turned towards the three girls walking down the hall. So stereotypical.

Why does the popular girl ALWAYS have to have only 2 minions? Why not one? Or no minions at all. I know, I ask the most realest questions of life.

Ugh, there she goes in all her darkness. Angel. The "It girl" of our school. Remember how I said this place was hell? Well every hell needs a devil, don't they. And for us, now you know who to find.

Now don't be all like, you shouldn't judge so much but once you get to know her, you'll know what I'm talking about. And also, she doesn't have a tragic backstory or its not a façade because she's vulnerable. She's 100% real and straight. And also the MOST bitchiest person I know. What Angel wants, Angel gets. And by the way she's eyeing me right now, I'm gonna make a wild guess and say it's me.

So not happening.
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A/N: Hey everyone, I hope you liked this. I know there wasn't any dialogues in but it's just the prologue so, hold on! Let me know your feedback on this please. It would mean a lot! Well I don't have much to write now, so.... Have a great day and vote, comment and fan please? Byeeee. Xx