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To break free of the stereotypical box that high school placed her in, Charlie must team up with Liam, the new soccer player on the team her dad coaches.
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Girls fall at Liam's feet - except Charlie. She...
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Eudemonia (noun)
- happiness; well-being.
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I tipped over the sink in order to get closer to the mirror, smacking my lips together once my lip gloss was applied. My mood seemed brighter than usual, most probably because at that moment whilst I was busy freshening up in the girls' bathroom - Liam was busy showing Jillian the video.
A giggle escaped my shining lips as I tucked the tube into my backpack, whisking imaginary dust from the black dress I wore. Any second now, Jillian would be stomping into this very bathroom after Liam snitched on my location, all according to the plan.
Not even three minutes later, the door blasted open and in marched a disgruntled looking Jillian. Her hair was all over the place and the dress she wore was heavily crumpled. "You little bitch!" she shrieked, stomping over towards me.
I smiled casually. "Morning, Jill. Lovely weather we're having today. Some cool winds. Explains your hair." I motioned to her messy curls.
"Shut the fuck up!" she screeched and I rolled my eyes, waiting for her to continue. "You invaded my privacy."
"I'm invading your privacy?" I scoffed, crossing my arms. "I was literally about to take a piss and you came in yelling at me."
Her lips shuddered with scarcely subdued rage and she pointed a tremulous forefinger at me. "Your brother used me. And your fucking boyfriend just blackmailed me!"
"Would you keep it down?" I snapped, glimpsing around the room and momentarily getting sidetracked by the window, recalling what happened last week. I overlooked the fact that she called Liam my boyfriend and instead responded, "It's not nice being blackmailed, huh?"
Jillian trembled in her spot, pulling at her unkempt waves. "If my aunt sees that, she's going to ground me for life. She might even take away my position as student body president." Her pitch-black eyes were imploring and I couldn't determine whether she was trustworthy or not. She was so different compared to the Jillian I used to know.
If I thought about it long enough, I could understand why Jillian preferred to have separate cliques. She was tyrannised throughout our freshman year. The huge glasses on her tiny face didn't help her circumstances either but now she wore contacts. Because of what happened that year, Jillian automatically believed that diverse cliques couldn't get along with one another so she created her ridiculous rule.
"What you're feeling right now is fear, Jillian," I spoke casually, watching as her eye twitched. "That's what the students here at Lakeside feel because of you. They're afraid to hang out with their friends or try out for the sports they love because you're going to demerit them or get them in trouble."
