Cliques- Snowbarry AU One-Shot

The Cliques

At this school, everything is driven by popularity and status. Everything has its own hierarchy and everyone had their place.

There are The Preps. They walk around the school wearing their designer clothes and shoes thinking that they are better than everyone. The worst of them is definitely Patty Spivot. 

Then there are The Nerds. Where I fit. We are the smart ones with a future worth the ridicule and teasing remarks. And I like to think that I'm smart. I do get straight A's.

Finally, The Jocks. A bunch of football players, track runners and cheerleaders. Typically, the classic assholes who, if they wanted to, could make your life hell. Luckily, that hasn't happened to me. Yet.

And I, Caitlin Snow, and my best friend, Cisco Ramon, are the biggest nerds in this hellhole they call a school. Mostly, we stay unnoticed by staying in the background, not making a scene about ourselves. Essentially, keeping a low profile in this school's "society".

The best way to do that is to blend in. Become a part of the normal crowd and rabble. And the best way to do that is to dress like that crowd. Usually, a simple jumper, jeans and black converses do the trick along with my glasses. You can say I'm the typical nerd girl. I don't mind, I accept who I am.

So many people make the mistake of trying to grow out of their label but once you have obtained your label, there's no changing it. And the cliques don't mix. Ever. 

At least not socially.

For example, how my biology teacher has paired me up with a jock to do a project together. Although it could have been a lot worse.

This particular jock is the new boy. He has only been here for a term but immediately joined the track team and was accepted into the jocks circle.

Barry Allen.

I truly hope that he is not an ignorant douchebag who will force me to do all the work. I can't deal with that. I need a good grade.

I am seventeen and a senior and I have my future planned out for me. I can't do anything below 95%. Even that would kill me. And this project is 25% of the grade so if Barry Allen screws this up for me then.... then.

Then I'll break his face.

So, I found myself walking towards the parking lot where all the jocks usually park to find my new partner. I didn't actually know where it was but Cisco informed me of the jocks little hangout.

And that's when I first saw him. The others who were surrounding him got in their cars but he was way too distracted by the android in his hand to notice their absence. 

Immediately, I rolled my eyes at his unobservant behaviour and walked towards him trying to replace my sour expression with a... less disgusted one.

"Hi," I greeted, trying to maintain a very apathetic persona.

"Hi?" he replied with a slightly confused tone but he locked his phone and looked towards me and it looked like he was studying my face, possibly trying to find my identity in my features but it seems he drew a blank.

"I'm Caitlin Snow. And we are in the same biology class and our teacher paired us up for the project," I explained confidently.

"You do know who I am, right?" he replied, sounding ridiculously cocky. 

And what kind of question was this? One to pump up his ego. Which was probably almost big enough to burst. Probably compensating for something too.

"Yeah. You're Barry Allen and almost every girl in the school wants to sleep with you," I answered disgustedly, rolling her eyes and standing her ground.