The Popularity Project

{42} Maleficint

Just thought I'd entertain you with a little vid of Sieara
(Aka Gigi Hadid.)

Non-edited

Kyle's POV:

"Thanks."  I mumbled, gripping tightly onto the tape in my hands.

"No problem. I'm glad I'm doing something right for once." Chantelle smiled sadly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"But how did you get Princess to even go to the school meeting tonowrrow?" I asked curiously, for all I know this could be another set up.

"What do you mean?" She asked, confusion evident on her face "Wait, you didn't know?"

I shook my head in confusion.

"Principle Grendin, has recently become the principle of Princess' school as well as ours. He was going to announce it officially at the school meeting tomorrow. Rumour of him owning both schools have been going around for a while now, so I'm pretty suprised you didn't know or at least have a theory. How else do you think Princess was allowed to our school's Winter Dance?" Chantellle explained, leaning slightly against the doorframe "Let alone at our school for no specific occasion."

No specific reason?

I'm surprised. News like this usually come to me first. But I've been so out of it lately that I've barely made any talk with anyone besides Mark and Dylan-rarely.

"Wow, I should tell Sieara as well. She had no idea about this." I said aloud, my eyes slightly widened.

"I feel good. The feeling of doing something right for once is just....indescribable." She smiled, her eyes flickering up to mine briefly.

Chantelle's changed.

She barely wears any make up now, not that she looks bad, she just looks stressed and tired.

Her hair is in a mess on top of her head, like matted hay. In addition, she's dressed in a baggy white shirt and black leggings that are way too big for her.

As I said, different.

"Yeah...well, I've gotta go now so I'll see you soon?" I said awkwardly, scratching the back of my head.

"Kyle!" She called, just as I turned to retreat back to my car.

I raised an eyebrow questioningly, as if suggesting she should continue.

"I know you haven't forgiven me, and I know Sieara hasn't either. But i really am sorry. I will do everything and anything I can, to earn both your trust and forgiveness. And I love you, Kyle. I always have, always will but of course I am over that now. What we had in the past, is exactly what it is...the past. I hope we can move on from this and be civil some time here in the near future." She said, fiddling with the hem of her shirt.

As I was about to speak she added "Brabdon feels the same way about this situation." that simple sentence caused me to tense.

Just thinking about that bastard cheating on Sieara made my blood boil. I would much rather use him as my personal punching bag than ever forgive him.

"Are you two like a thing or something now? You seem to be continuously sticking up for him lately." I snapped, before adding "Seems he's moving on a little too fast, if you ask me."

Chantelle closed her eyes as if building the patience to deal with my presence.

"We're just friends that have agreed to be good. We don't wanna be the bad guys anymore. We want people to look at us and say 'those are the people I want to be friends with', rather than 'those are the people I have to be friends with.' We don't want that so-called Popular title anymore. It's just a title that pressurises you to always be higher than other people. Also, the friends you make are never true, they're all fake. They're just there for you when you're on your highest, but once you're low and alone, they've disappeared like the light of a candle on a breezy night." She explained, wrapping her arms around her body.