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3. The Sidekick

sidekick girl

noun

-An average looking girl who tends to hang out with a more attractive girl who generally gets most of the attention and free drinks. Said 'sidekick girl' is usually left off to the side.

Maeve Rothschild hated her nickname Eve for several reasons, but mainly because:

(1) Her stepfather called her that;

(2) The slut who gave birth to mankind had the same name (talk about one hell of a stamina)

(3) It was her weakness

(4) And Aislin knew it was her weakness.

As if Aislin needed anything more to lower Maeve down the social ladder.

She hated Aislin for one simple reason: she envied everything Aislin had and the bitch knew it.

Maeve and Aislin had a long since understood social contract:

Tit for tat.

If Aislin had been invited to another party, it was understood that Maeve was invited too. And if Maeve had heard some new exciting gossip, Aislin had to know about it. It had been that way since they were in third grade and met eachother at a charity party.

As Maeve scoured the grounds of BHHS looking for Chase, she tried to think of the specific moment Aislin had become prettier, sexier, and more popular than her. When did A, her former bestfriend, became the official queen and Maeve the lowly sidekick?

"Oh my God. Who is that hot guy?"

Maeve snapped to attention and followed the eyes of the freshman girl who spoke. Ah. There he was, A's Chase, doing exactly what Aislin predicted he would do: standing in front of BHHS, looking classically gorgeous, and toting around a bouquet of fresh black tulips.

He was looking at his watch again and again, probably wondering if he arrived a little early. That was the thing about A's boys: they always thought they were in the wrong, not Aislin.

Annoying, thought Maeve, fluffing her wavy brown hair. What is it about Aislin that they find so alluring?

She put on a smile, pinched her cheeks for a little color, and then strode towards Chase. She hated the fact that she was going to flirt with one of Aislin's 'leftovers', as the bitch called it, but it was necessary to her plan in toppling Aislin down.

"You're Chase, right?"

Wide green eyes met hers, and Maeve liked the way it took her in. Aislin might be prettier than her, but once upon a time ago, they were equals. And Maeve knew exactly how to put her good looks to use.

"I'm Maeve." She didn't hold out her hand but instead rose up to her tiptoes to kiss his left cheek. She learned it from the French, and thought it would be sexier than shaking hands. "I'm Aislin's bestfriend. She's in class now, and couldn't get out. She told me to accompany you for the meantime. Will you mind?"

From the way Chase's eyes dilated, it was obvious to Maeve that no, he didn't mind, not even the slightest bit.

"I just have the perfect place for us to hang out. I promise you're going to love it."

Maeve curled her fingers around one of Chase's muscular arms, smiling to herself.

Hook, line and sinker.