Falling For Mr. Popular

Chapter Nine

Chelsea's P.O.V

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"Seriously Chels you can stop acting dumb, I caught you," She started. "You don't have to be embarrased. I know that sometimes your hormones get the best of you. Trust me I know, I've been there but please just tell me you used prote-"

My eyes were wide with disbelief as I cut her off, "You think I hooked up with Spencer?!" My voice was still down to a whisper but the disgust in my voice was unmistakable.

"Oh hun, I know you hooked up with Spencer, I mean look at you, your t-shirt's all crumpled up, your hair is messed up. All those totally scream, 'I hooked up with someone', and don't even get me started on Spencer, he still looks hot and all but he defiantly wore those jeans yesterday-" She stopped herself mid-rant as she squinted more at Spencer, who was cross the room from us. "Wait isn't that your brothers shirt?"

My eyes even went wider, which I thought couldn't be possible. All the evidence is out on the table, and it was pointing straight to, a hook up.

"They make other shirts like that you know. My brother isn't the only one in the word who has that shirt." I said.

"You're lying." She commented.

"How do you know?" I shot back.

"Because you're eyebrows go up when you're lying."

"That isn't true."

"Yeah, it is. You're eyebrows just went up when you lied about it being not true."

"Shut up."

She ignored me. "Now, are you gonna tell what happened with you and Spencer?"

"Fine, I'll tell you everything at lunch," I huffed and sagged my shoulders. "promise." I showed her my pinky.

She hooked her pinky with mine and said, "You better hold on to that promise."

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"Really, that's it?" Her jaw open in disbelief.

"Yup." I said popping the 'p'. I grabbed my chicken wrap and bit it with my eyes still trained on her disbelieved face.

"So, I pretty much got excited over nothing?"

"Well," I started. "I wouldn't really think that. I mean for me that's pretty bad."

"True," She pointed at me. "considering your lack of rebelliousness.'' She stroked her non-existent beard in thought.

I brought my middle finger up to rub my left temple, telling her my exact opinion to her comment.

She rolled her eyes at my childishness, ''Whatever Chels, but you know it's true.''

I was about to reply but I got cut off by the intercom beeping.

"Can Spencer Harris, please go to the principals office." The voice if our secretary rang through.

My eyes grazed over to the table where Spencer usually sits for lunch. And as usual, the table was filled with jocks, cheerleaders and just about every person who's just 'too cool for school'. That, or every thirsty girl breathing.

If you ask me, I don't even know how they managed to get everybody sitting there. It's practically impossible.

I saw Spencer get up, with his usual smirk. He nudged his tanned hands in his front pockets and started to slowly walk away from the whispering cafeteria to the corridor that led out of the room into the hallways.