They say if you really want to achieve something but don't have the qualities to do so, fake it till you make it and eventually you'll reach that goal with those qualities becoming a part of you without noticing.
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The end of the day came and Rachael was putting some of her books away in her locker. She could still hear some people murmuring about her but she ignored it as she knew that they would soon forget about it.
"There you are," Rachael closed her locker to see a beaming Michael.
"Here I am."
"You ready?" Rachael looked around and saw a few people glancing over at them and started to feel a bit uneasy. She understood that she needed to become more popular to be accepted into the Royals but she thoroughly went over the reasons why Michael is not a good way to be accepted into the Royals. When she first saw him she didn't think about what could actually happen if she became close to her. Then she met Mason and found that it would be better to use her to get to the Royals.
"Um yeah. There's one problem though," Rachael said.
"What is it?"
"I have my car here so I'll probably just follow you,"
"How do I do know that you won't just bail on me?" Rachael hesitated to answer as she knew that they aren't on a trust basis so she couldn't use that line. "You can get your car tomorrow."
"Then how will I get to school? I don't have a chauffeur or anything. Just my car," she explained to him.
"I'll take you to school tomorrow," he said.
"No. You don't have-" she was interrupted by Michael who started walking to the car park.
"Wasn't a question, Bronx," Rachael was about to answer back but knew that there was nothing else she could do now.
They reached Michael's car and he opened the passenger door for Rachael and waited for Rachael to get in and closed it for her.
"What a gentleman you are," Rachael told him once he got in the car.
"Thank you," he said.
"How many girls have you done that too," Rachael said smirking at the boy started chuckling.
"Too many to count."
"A gentleman indeed," she muttered under her breath.
He pulled out of the schools parking lot and started driving to the cafe. Rachael turned on the radio and went through different stations to find some good music to listen to but after a few minutes, she couldn't find anything she liked and turned it off.
"You're quite picky, aren't you?" Michael asked.
"Not really but with music I guess. I tend to change types quite often so there's not one thing I stick to," Rachael explained to him and he hummed in reply.
They soon arrived at the cafe that Michael was talking about and stepped out of the car. They walked to the cafe and Rachael was impressed at how beautiful it was. She was surprised at how she's never heard of it before.
Michael led them to a booth where they sat opposite each other. Rachael picked up the menu and looked over what they have until she spotted that they have lattes. She started smiling in her head because lattes were one thing she couldn't live without.
"Do you know what you're ordering yet?" she asked him.
"Yeah, I'm not really hungry so I'm just going have a chocolate milkshake," he told her. "You?"
