Kotlc in a high school context!

Chapter Eight- Makeover

Sitting with the popular group was like being famous. Sophie felt all eyes lasering into her back as Biana led her through the cafeteria to her table. Everyone was already there.

Fitz smiled at her, pecking her lips. She blushed hotly, not used to the level of PDA she had received today. 

 Keefe waved at her from the other end of the table.

She glanced up to spot Marella striding aggressively towards her and braced herself. She looked furious.

"Hey Marella!" Greeted Sophie cheerily, not betraying her hesitant emotions.

"Don't 'hey Marella' me. Why are you sitting with these people?" She demanded, putting a hand on her hip and leaning sassily.

Fitz coughed, draping an arm casually around her shoulder. "Sophie's my girlfriend now." He announced.

Keefe snorted.

Sophie side-eyed him.

"You're dating Fitz? He's such an f-boy, Sophie!" screeched Marella. Fitz scrunched up his nose. "-And I thought we were now friends! You agreed to helping me get Stina back!"

Stina sniggered, looming behind her. That girl had come out of nowhere.

"Sorry Marella. I guess you don't have any friends."

"Shut up you stick insect."

"You can sit with us, Marella," offered Sophie despairingly, "I still want to be your friend."

"No!" cried Marella, flipping her hair. "It's either them or me. Bye, Sophie."

Sophie's heart dropped. It was only day two and she'd lost half her friends. She watched as Marella paced away, out of the building, her honey blond hair bouncing like an angry cloud.

She felt awful.

"Don't worry about her," comforted Biana, "No one likes her anyways."

"Don't say that." Sophie snapped, attacking her sandwich, "I like her."

Maruca sniggered. "You would."

"Keep your thoughts to yourself, Maruca!" shrieked Bianna shrilly.

Keefe sidled over to Sophie.

"Sorry 'bout that, Foster. Don't worry- I'm sure she'll come around."

"I just- feel terrible," mumbled Sophie, tugging out an eyelash. Keefe's hand stopped hers before it could pluck another one.

"Don't worry."

His voice was so reassuring, Sophie felt her heartbeat calm and slow. She smiled a half smile up at him, grateful to have an ally.

"Sophie," drawled Biana, applying lip gloss in a small mirror, "Do you want to come to my place after school? Keefe is coming too, to hang out with Fitz. I can give you a makeover, if you want."

"A makeover?" questioned Sophie. Did she need a makeover? Did she look that frumpy? She smoothed her hair down self-consciously. She should have worn makeup, under the bright cafeteria lights her pores and pimples felt very exposed. Sitting with Dex, she would have gotten away with it.

But she was sitting with the popular group. She needed to look the part.

"You most desperately need one," sniggered Maruca, as though she had read Sophie's thoughts. Sophie flushed. But she needed all the friends she could get.

"You already look fine, Foster." said Keefe, "You don't need a makeover."

"There's no harm to a little- sprucing up, is there, Keefe?" said Fitz, smiling.