Megan Harper was one of the cool kids.
But not the kind that wore sunglasses within the school premises, or walked in front of other girls wearing the same perfume.
Nope.
Megan Harper got famous for being too friendly.
What confused me was that not everybody liked her. The bad thing about being Megan, was that she gets just about the same amount of rumors as the girl who got caught holding hands back when it was considered taboo.
I once compared her situation to photosynthesis; she provides the light, the other kids produce the rumors, and it feeds the gazette's gossip section.
We weren't exactly the kind of childhood neighbors who goofed around during the summer and realized we liked each other. Aside from the fact that they visited foreign countries during summer season, we barely had anything to talk about during family dinners over her place, or vice versa.
"So what's your name?" Looking at the girl beside me, I rubbed my ear with my thumb.
"Gary Cooper."
"Cooper?" It took me a moment to realize that she must have thought of it as my second name.
Couldn't blame her.
Most books nowadays gave male protagonists names that would make girls use them for their future children.
While my dad decided that a baby with curly hair and hands wide open instead of closed fists, was worthy enough to be named Gary.
"Just Gary. Cooper's my last name."
She placed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and smiled. I failed to find the reason behind this.
"I thought - "
"I know." I paused. Realizing I passed by my locker, I walked back.
Heavy bags gave people bad body posture.
"I'm Brooklyn Riggs, by the way."
Well surprisingly, I was actually paying attention during Math class.
"I know."
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The Sterling Theory
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