Riley's pov
You see, every school has their stereotypes.
You have the popular group, the unpopular group and the people no one ever really gives a shit about, and that's who I am, no not popular, the one no one gives a shit about, and with me in this wonderful group of two is my friend Beth.
Beth and I have been friends since we were like 5, we became friends when I threw sand in her eyes, shit if someone threw sand in my eyes I'd swing them, she just laughed, she's always been the queer type, someone you will never really understand unless you've known her for as long as I have.
Beth constantly complains about our social level, she wants to be apart of the populars and she doesn't shut up about them, whilst I just want to be me and not give a shit about how cool or uncool I am, I wasn't really one to care.
But Beth was actually quite amazing, personality and all, she always had something special about her, maybe it was her dark brown hair and her olive skin together, and to top it off she had the most amazing hazel eyes, she looks like someone you'd see in the popular group, so it makes no sense that her social plate is so low.
Whilst I kind of hated the way I looked, I'd say I'm basic, blonde hair, blue eyes, tiny figure, a everyday white girl if I do say myself, it kind of pissed me off how typical my looks were, I looked like one of those girls you'd see at Starbucks everyday after school.
The thing is that I never really understood why boys would compliment me so often, just not any boys, but the ones who were as Beth would say 'popular', it confused me just as much as it confused Beth, I mean, Beth was always the better looking one in my eyes but they never even spoke to her.
But then again, this was all just typical high school, and we all got labeled as something rather not to pleasing, take me for example, I'm known for being nothing but innocent.
