Sokeefe Human AU

Chapter Two: Biana Vacker

Again, please comment, I'd love to see opinions on this.
(Seriously, Biana is one of my favorites, I'm sorry about what was said about her last chapter by my other favorites)

The day started with hearing my parents talk way too highly about the golden boy at breakfast. They talked really good about Alvar a lot as well. They've praised me maybe once when no one else is around about something I'm proud of, which why my self esteem is so awful (not that did ever let anybody know that, of course).

"Fitz, what are your plans after school?" Mom asked, as my older brother and I served ourselves the pancakes and bacon that were in dishes at the center of the table.

"Probably just hang out with Keefe after we get done with football practice. Why?" Yes, my stupid brother Fitz was the stereotypical jock that you see in any high school movie. He was a Junior, but both the quarterback and captain of the football team. He was worshipped like a god by practically everyone at school.

"Well, your father and I were invited to a dinner party, with the invitation extending to the both of you, too. I wanted to make sure you weren't already doing something before I told you, and don't worry, it's after practice."

So badly did I want to say that I might have plans, even though I didn't, but I refrained. I knew I would be met with the same annoyed looks as I had been last time. I didn't even like going to these stupid parties, or 'events' as the snobby people go say, but fighting would just mean being even more of a disappointment.

"Okay, I should be able to come."

Dad piped up with a question of his own after Fitz had gone back to eating his stack of pancakes. "So, there's going to be a new girl starting today. She lives with Grady and Edaline Ruewen, the owners of the animal rehabilitation center our company works with on occasion. Same grade as you, Biana. I was wondering if you guys could be nice to her, maybe be friends with her? She won't know anybody, and you two are such great influences."

If this girl was just another of the girls I was forced to be friends with, I would have to just bear with it and pretend to avoid the wrath of my parents. If she wasn't very popular, I might not even have to uphold the act- if no one would notice. This girl will just be another that I needed to be nice to because their parents worked with my parents. This was the daughter of two famous, at least in this town, people. She's probably really snobby like all the other girls my parents tell me about. And will probably be all head over heels over my brother, only sticking around me to get close to Fitz.

My brother and I obediently nodded, even if Fitz wouldn't be punished as badly as I would if he said no. He probably just realizes he has another opportunity to have a meaningless relationship with a girl that will go all mushy-brained and follow his every command.

After what felt like an eternity of small talk and talking about how great Fitz is, breakfast was finally over and it was time to get to school. Because my 16th birthday was still a few months away, I couldn't drive alone like the (newly) seventeen year-old favorite child. And he refused to drive his "bratty little sister" to school, so I got left riding the bus, with Mom and Dad claiming to be too busy to drive me as well- even if school was on the way to their work, and they owned the company (meaning they could be a little bit late). If he wants to see bratty, he should really take a look into the mirror.

Once on the nearly empty bus- Everglen Avenue being one of the first stops for this bus -I walked to the back of the bus, where I sat with the people I talked to during the day. Not my friends. They'll never be my friends. One girl was already there, Maruca Chebota. She was the nicest to me, the one who wasn't as stuck up as the others. She understood my hatred of popularity, even sharing it. Her mother and aunt were also fairly well known, making her popular at school.

"Hi, Biana," she greeted me, as I sat beside her. She moved her backpack slightly to make room for my own.

"Hey, Maruca. Did you hear there's a new girl starting in our grade today? My dad told me at breakfast."

"You mean something was talked about other than how great Ritz Cracker is?" She smirked at her own words, which I returned on behalf of the nickname.

"Anyways," she continued, "No, I didn't. Is your dad making you be her friend?"

I nodded in annoyance. "Yep. I swear, I'm gonna become an adult and not know how to make my own friends because I've been forced into basically all my friendships. I'll be forty with only my many cats for company." I sighed dramatically and leaned against Maruca to further my little show.

All I got was a snort of disbelief, before two of our other friends joined us, engaging us in a stupid, giggle-filled conversation.

"How is your brother so hot, Biana? He's soooo cute. I wonder if he'd ever date a lowly sophomore like me," one of the girls- named Jane -gushed, swooning over a picture on her phone of Fitz from his instagram. He was shirtless, of course, making most girls who saw it fawn over him immediately.

"Keefe Sencen is way cuter than him. I wish he would just date somebody, so maybe I could have a chance," the other girl, Stephanie, said wistfully.

Honestly, I really don't see what these girls see in either Fitz or Keefe. I used to have a crush on Keefe when we were still in middle school, but it's becoming increasingly obvious that he's pretty immature. Something about how he acts does tell me that that's his way of coping, though, that he's deflecting something. Fitz has never noticed, even though he's Keefe's best friend, how weird and stiff Keefe gets whenever his family or home life is mentioned. I have a feeling that his family isn't as perfect as what his parents want everyone to think.

I was brought back to the conversation, when I heard Maruca say my name. "Right, Biana?"

At my obvious confusion, she rolled her eyes and repeated the question. "The new girl that's coming today. We were thinking about befriending her, right?"

Time to act like I really do want to become best friends with another brat. "Yeah! She'll need someone to tell her everything she needs to know about the people at school. What better people than us?" Ugh, I sound so annoying!

"Yeah, she'll need to know to stay away from weirdos like Dizznee and Babblos," Jenny, another one of the girls I hang out with- who'd come on the bus at the last stop -said, with an air of disgust at the name.

Honestly, I don't really now much about those two, just that some people really hate the Dizznees, and Jensi is a bit too high strung for most people. I don't hate them like my friends seem to. They might even be good friends to have, not that I'll ever get the chance to figure that out for myself. My dad would be so mad if I became friends with Dex.

Whatever. Time to get through another day of misery and fakeness.

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