"why do you think you're so important ?!" fiona is fuming, "contrary to popular belief, no one actually knows who you are. When you leave high school, the people you'll meet later on won't care if you were popular, they won't care about how many you've dated, how many football games you've won or how rich you are. you'll all just be has beens and you'll have to deal with it. screw being popular"
he was shocked and so was the rest of the cafeteria.
and slowly everyone's hands came together, and applause soon filled the eating area.
they walked away, not uttering any words.
he smiled.
