Kiara POV
All week it was so nerve-racking, I was still thinking about how I could deal with being with a bunch of snobby popular girls for a whole night. Then next thing I knew, it was Friday after school had finished. How can time just pass on so fast.
I felt like I was going to throw up and not know what to do about it. I felt like my guts were going to explode and I was going to faint from all this nervousness. I exited the school and as I was doing so I passed by a group of populars. When I looked at who was in the group I saw that it was the basketball team and the super popular girls. And of course, Timothy was there too.
I quickly walked passed them making sure they didn't see me because I was already a nervous wreck and I didn't need to socialize with people I hate to make my mood worst. But of course, that didn't work at all.
"Hey Kiara, how have you been doing?" I heard someone say from behind me.
I stopped in my tracks and sighed in defeat. I turned around first with my head facing the floor and then I slowly looked up and saw Timothy standing tall in front of me. "Not all too good now that you are talking to me." I said to him as I straightened my stance up a little.
"Oh, how can you say that about me. I already know you are always miserable, and you could never hate me. You love me still." Timothy said with so much confidence. I just wanted to slap that confidence right off his face, so I did.
I heard a bunch of gasps coming from around me. I looked at Timothy again and saw him holding his cheek. But the face he made just brightened up my day by 100%. Who would have known that bitch slapping your ex was so satisfying. I didn't say anything and neither did he, so turned on my toes and went on my way again.
I heard some of the girls trying to get to me and tell me off, but they never caught up to me. So, I looked over my shoulders a little and I saw that Timothy grabbed their shoulders and shakes his head no.
I took long strides home and upon entering my sister greeted me back home from the living room, then went back to her phone. I wouldn't say we had a close relationship, but we did have some small conversations about our live and such. I walked down the halls and got a bag and filled it with all my necessities including my clothes and made sure to bring my phone, so I could record any valuable information. The only reason I was going there in the first place.
I went out the house saying by to my sister again.
"Where you going lil sis." She asked me as I was just about to leave the house.
"Oh, just to a little sleep over. Nothing special." I said causally.
"My sister going to a sleep over? You are actually being social?" My sister very rudely and offensively said to me.
"yeah what about it?" I said trying not to go all into too much details.
"Nothing. Just have fun I guess." She said dropping the conversation and letting me go. I walked out the house and made my way to the address Cynthia had handed me.
I knocked on the door of a very big house, that had a grand path way leading to the actual door. It was like I was walking through a whole secret garden getting to the door it was weird but pretty cool. I can only guess whose house this might be. Of course, it would be Darla's. I waited for someone to answer the door and hoping I got the right house and didn't seem like some sort of stalker at someone else's door steps.
The door slowly opened, and I was face to face with one of the girls that I just couldn't stand, Darla. She was just a straight up follower to Frencheska, and in my opinion I have no idea in why she is considered a popular in the first place. She wasn't even that pretty, maybe she was with them to be the new dog for the others. I remember Abigail use to be in that spot, and I thought that exact same thing about her too.
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ChickLitAbigail used to be popular but, she was always being harassed for her good looks. She then decided to change her whole personality and style to try and get away from the popular group. With her friends Max, the oldest that looks like a little kid...