she was popular. he was new. he was her way out.
✧ second place in the Chaos Awards! ✧
Kendra Ross is popular. Everyone knows that, and she makes sure of it. She's your stereotypical popular girl; lip gloss, crushes, drama, heels, crop tops, and fa...
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Over the past few days, I've started to enjoy English class more than usual. Archer stayed in his seat right next to me. We talk a lot. I wouldn't really call him my friend, since all we have are light conversations, but it's still nice.
He gave me his number, because he insists that he always forgets the homework. But every time he texts me, it isn't about homework.
My phone pings! From its spot in my bed. I put down what I was planning on wearing-a top with cross straps, black shorts and black converse- and pick up my phone. It's Archer.
Archer: hola Kendra: hi. U take spanish? Archer: oh i thought that was german Kendra: srsly lol Archer: no i thought it was italian i take french Kendra: cool. whats up Archer: nm. my friends and i are shorting apples off ppls heads. wanna come? Archer: *shooting Kendra: srsly? Archer: no got u lol Archer: its broccoli Kendra: .... Kendra: r u actually Archer: no. Just wanted to sound exciting bc what im actually doing sounds boring Kendra: wyd Archer: im just lying on the floor reading rn lol Kendra: that sounds better than shooting broccoli off ppls head tbh Kendra: what u reading Archer: romeo and juliet Kendra: OMG....YASSSSSSSDSSSJEKSNDJWJBSNSBSHSJSNSBDHFJDJSJJADSLSNNEKEJDJSNDJSJSJEJJEJDJDJDIEKSNSUEJEJEJEJEJEJEJEJEJJ Archer: did u just sit on ur phone Kendra: no I just LOVEEEEEE THAT BOOK Kendra: we need to discuss this. Kendra: facetime me rn or ill hurt u Archer: ok then __________
"I have to go. Keep reading!!!! That's an order." I say, smiling before hanging up.
Archer and I just FaceTimed for two hours, literally just discussing Romeo and Juliet. I also told him a little about myself. He told me about himself too. I told him that I'm popular and I hate it. He's the first person I told. I haven't told Bree directly, but she probably has a feeling. He told me to just stop being popular if I don't want to be. That's easier said than done, though.
I think I can call him my friend now. Does he think I'm his friend? I hope so.
The next day at school, I go to meet Bree at her locker before we go home. When I don't take the bus, we walk home together because we live kind of close.
"Hey Bree." I say, leaning against her locker.
"Hey." She grins, taking her bag out of her locker.
"So. What's up?"
"Nothing much." I say, unhitching myself from the locker and standing up straight. She looks excited about something.
"Do you wanna say something?" I say, trying not to make it sound rude. She nods. I stare.
"Later. When we're walking." I nod. What is she going to say? I just watch her pack up her bag, take her books out, and close her locker.
When she slings her bag over her shoulder, she says "Ready?"
"Yeah."
When we're walking out, I already start sweating. For spring, it's really hot. It feels like summer.
"So what did you want to say?" I ask, after a minute of silence. She grins.
