They don't need it anyway

Planning ahead

"You're being a little bitch Jane." Claire glares at me and I swear her left eye twitched as her clique circles even tighter like sharks.

I roll my eyes," Why should it be my problem you can't pass Mr. Ford's class?" She seems bewildered by the fact that I had found my voice considering since sixth grade I've gone along with every ridiculous plan for her to get through another year. Today? I was done.

She then re shoots her threat," You know what will happen." I take a step forward while she takes a step back , "Or what?"
"Um. I'll break you." She snaps her fingers and then she and her friends exit, their six inch heels clicking in unison.

How can you even go through a whole day in those monster shoes?

I pull out my ap physics book for later and practically sprint to history class.

"Ashton you'll never believe what just happened."

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Ashton is over at my house scrolling through her fandom blog on tumblr as I continue on with my supremacy moment after third period.

"Ash I'm telling you, you HAD to have seen her face.

She rolls her eyes, "Dude with the number of times you've told me about it, and I mean in EXCRUCIATING detail, I was practically with you and can see her face."
I sigh," It's just that-

"Oh my gosh." Ashton interrupts me.
"What?"
"Claire is talking about you all over Twitter.. and made a fake account for you."
I turn the the laptop towards me to see," Oh no! Jane Michelle is sleeping with Mr. Winston? Buys her clothes at gap? Jane is the one who has been stealing underwear in the girls locker room? What the hell?? First of all Mr Winston is a family friend, what's wrong with gap, and I didn't even know the whole panty situation was going on."

"Everything is wrong with gap"
"You don't mean that"
"I do. Now you have to see these comments."

I scroll through the comment section of a couple of her posts and recognized a bunch of familiar names. "Never liked her anyway. Such a nerd. Dresses like my gramma."

"Then their gramma must dresses wonderfully." i sniffle
"I'm sure she does."

I walk over to check my appearance in the mirror. My long brown hair was down in waves and I was wearing my favorite floral print dress. My glasses sat on my nose straight and my makeup was okay according to Ashton.
"I told you to let me give you a makeover."

Ok here's a background story on Ashton.

Ashton Middleton, the queen bee of our school Jefferson high and captain of the cheerleading squad. She has long blonde hair that she says is natural but I know she's actually a brunette. She is the opposite of every high school movie with a nice attitude to everyone and a decent boyfriend of 3 years. Shockingly to everyone but me, she's a nerd.

" I don't believe I need a makeover."

"We'll see."

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"BOO YOU WHORE!" Someone throws a paper ball at me and knocks my glasses to an angle. I correct them and turn to Ashton, "Did he just quote...? - "yes yes he did.."

We then walked into Mr Winston's classroom to see the walls plastered with my face next to mr Winston's from a holiday party three years ago.

"Oh this is just disgusting." Ashton walks around the room and tears down around six posters before turning to me ,
"Want that makeover now?"
"No way. my morals are at stake."
She rolls her eyes and continues to take down the posters till the bell rang.

Giggling filled the room as Mr. Winston walked in, he sat down in his chair and turned on the projector.
The screen is then covered in a huge, obviously photoshopped picture of us kissing.

I turned to Ashton, "I'm in."