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The hall clears as the three head cheerleaders walk though the halls. They consist of me, on the left, Heather on the right, and finally Madelaine, the "leader" in the middle. We've learned from an early age to walk with our head held high and walk with confidence, and you'll get whatever you want as long as you're pretty. No, that's not enough actually. You have to be perfect.
As for me, I am almost there. Not completely perfect, but I've got a decent face, which is also why I'm the least popular of the three. I'm not to complain though. I have a great life, I get what I want, I never get picked on and I get respected.
"Hey Y/N! Got any gum?" Heather pulls me out of my thoughts as I jump a little. "Huh? Oh yeah! Here you go!" I reach for my pockets giving her one. "Do you want one Mads?" I ask her as we reach our lockers. "No thanks! I've heard they ruin your teeth" she tells us and Heather immediately stops chewing and looks at her.
"Yeah, I know! I didn't know that either" she laughs. Heather spits it out and I open my locker, taking out the books I need for the next class. "What class do you guys have next?" I question them.
"Maths" Madelaine groans. "Ugh same" Heather nods. "Me too!" I say, just before the bell rings and we head to class.
We're about a half an hour into the class and the teacher seated me at the back of the class together with some dude who's chewing extremely loud on a sandwich, whilst the other two gets to sit a few seats in front of me and they're bickering silently while laughing.
I'm gonna be honest. I'm not the jealous type, but every time I'm with the two, I can't help it. Specially with Heather. She always gets to sit beside Madelaine and sometimes I feel like they'd fit better as a duo-
"Ms. Y/L/N, would you like to tell the class what your daydreaming about that is more important that my teaching?" Mr Jefferson, my least favorite teacher points out annoyed. "Uh- sorry" I blurt out. I've gotten used to his constant hatred for me by now. He huffs and scribbles something down on a paper, but continuing with the teaching.
I look back at Madelaine to see her already looking at me questionably but I just smile at her before turning back to the lesson.
There was something about her. Every time she looked at me I could feel my heart skip a beat. I had never felt that way about Heather. And I get jealous whenever she talks to the jocks. But it's not because I like her. Because I don't. They're just not worth her time.
