The Pretty And The Popular

Chapter Three

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Chapter Three

'tik tok on the clock but the party don't stop no, oh oh uh-oh, oh oh-' I smacked my clock and riled over into the feather pillow groaning. I managed to drag myself up out of bed and took a long shower. I dried my hair and tied on my robe, walking back to my room.

I had no idea what to wear. Heels, yeah. But witch ones? I setteled on dark straight leg jeans. They always go good with heels. I picked out a tight fitting white tank top with a really low neck, and I pulled on a plain blood red zip up hodie. The heels were six inches and a glossy black. I went back into the bathroom and made sure my blunt bangs were perfect across my forehead, then slightly curled the top layers of my hair, giving it a wavy texture. I put on black brown mascara and dark brown liner on my top and bottom water lines. Face: check. Hair: check. Outfit: check. Shoes: double check! I got my back pack and binder, and roughly shoved the green thing inside the dark green bag. The bag was a shoulder one, with the strap to sling on you're shoulder. I walked downstairs and sat down at the table.

"Diana, do you think you can slice me a peace and apple with some sugar?" I asked the cook.

"absolutely, sweatheart." she did so quickly and I thanked her. "A bit nervous, are we?" she asked.

"Well, I guess. I mean I've switched schools before, but there seems like there's something dofferent about this one. I'm not sure." I shrugged, smiling at her. Despite being staff, she seemed like a friend.

"Maybe today is the day you'll meet that special someone, hm?" she smiled and stood up. "Now don't you worry." she quickly cooked eggs and bacon for the boys who all came down in a rush. Lindsay came down a minute later. She was wearing bootcut jeans and blue heels with a blue scoop neck top. The simple suited her well. Her Taylor Swift curls made it all look professional.

"Goos luck today, Juniors and Seniors!" my brothers were all seniors excpt Dennis, of course, who was in fourth grade. That left me and Lindy as the Juniors.

"bye!" we all waved her off as she took Dennis to school and left for work. Dad was already gone, so we all drove. Lindy and I both wanted to drive, so we took our cars seperately. We parked next to eachother.

"Okay." I sighed. "Here goes." we walked in togeather, but were seperated in the crowd of students. I went into the office and got my schedule and a map. I walked out and looked around me to see boys smiling and winking at me, girls staring or glaring. I blushed an walked into the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked normal. Just model me. Mange that why they were staring? Hopefully it wasn't anything bad! I went back out.

"Woah!" I ran into someone, and they dropped their book, papers flying.

"oh my god, I'm so sorry!" I bent to help pick them up.

"it's okay, happens all the time around here." I heard the slight accent and looked up. "Parker?"

"Oh, hey tiffany! How are you?" he smiled and grabbed the last paper. We both stood up and I handed him his things.

"I'm okay. A bit nervous though." I admitted.

"Can I see you're schedual?" he asked.

"yeah!" I handed him the ugly neon yellow paper.

"Woah, we have, like, every class togeater!" he laughed and handed it back to me. "do you want me to show you around?"

"oh, yeah. That'd be good." the bell rang over our heads and students started filing into their classes.

"come on, man! Were gonna be late for Lit!" someone clapped Parker on the shoulder.

"Oh, guys? This is Tiffany Thomas. Tiffany, this is Davin, Lucas, and Marc." they all shook my hands, and I noticed how their eyes never left me. God, boys were such perverts.