The Popularity Project

Epilogue

Non-edited

It's graduation.

I can't believe we're graduating!

And guess who's giving a speech?! Out of every well-behaved nerdy person in the school...

Kyle Murrys.

I sat down beside my family, Kyle's family, Dylan, Lucy and Mark.

Mark had his arm wrapped around Lucy's waist, as she leaned into him lovingly.

They made quite a cute couple and they're still going strong.

Dylan was still single and ready to mingle. And even though he said he hasn't found anyone yet, I'm pretty sure there is a special someone.

He gave it away when he suddenly smiled at his phone every now and then or when he came back from a secluded area smiling.

"So, we've made it! Who knew I'd graduate, actually, who knew Luke would graduate, his brain is so hollow." Kyle begun as the crowd laughed "These past few years have been a mess. It's been full of love..." his eyes made contact with mine and he smiled "hate, revenge, jealousy and loads of school work; and let me tell you, your degrees, the ones you've worked hard to acheive, the ones you actually took classes to earn, gave in homework to earn and sat in detentions to earn, will basically do nothing." He laughed, as did the crowd "Anyways, at least now we are free from this hellhole, no more walking down the plain hallways or having to deal with Mr. Grendin as principle-" everyone laughed "and definitely no more Cardenary High School!" A chorus of cheers were heard.

Still to this day, everyone hated Cardenary High School. Our school's have actually become rivals and we've made a whole school rule that we were to never get along with a Cardenary.

Of course, this rule was made without any adults supervision or authorities involved.

"So, let's all cheer for our final day at Willow Oak!" He yelled, throwing his graduation cap into the air, everyone around me threw their hats into the air, apart from Lucy.

"Your hat?" I whispered, pointing to the black cap in her hand.

"I'm keeping this. What if I lose it? Or I get someone else's hat? What if they have lice?" She rushed out, shaking her head in disapproval at Mark who had just grabbed a random hat from the ground.

I shook my head, a chuckle escaping me.

Kyle jogged down the steps and manoeuvred his way through the crowd, nodding occasionally before coming straight up to me and kissing me.

"We've made it." Kyle stated, raising his eyebrows, his arms resting at my waist.

"We've made it." I repeated, grabbing his face and stroking his cheek.

All those issues we had a year ago was history. Since, that phone call from Principle Grendin about the rules set against Princess and Ariana, I never encountered them again.

Well, I received a letter, but only because I sent a letter first.

To Princess.

I therefore, a few days later, recieved one from her.

From Princess.