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Other Friends (Popularity strike p2)

I lay on my bed trying not to be annoyed by what happened at school today. I hear my mom call from up down stairs:

"Ava, your friends are here to see you!"

Oh god, my 'friends' were the last people I wanted to see, but if I had learned anything so far it's to not be rude...nor to hide your true feelings...these two things were rather contradicting, but I go downstairs anyway. I walk down to see, not my popular friends, but Jake and some laid back gothic-looking girl.

"Oh, you two, hey..." I say, I didn't sound like it but I was completely happy to see them instead of my usual gang of fakes, though, I guess with me pretending to like them was just as fake.

"Hey," Jake smirks,

"What's up, Ava?" says the girl. She knows my name? That's a little creepy.

"Uh, hi." I say back.

"We wanted to know if you wanted to come out with us, Av." Jake says

"Yeah, the closet's getting too musty for me." Says the girl. Both my mom and I look at her funny, but Jake just looks at her.
"Uh, that's...a joke." She says, I shake my head,
"Right, um, I can't go out, I'm grounded." I look at my mom when I say this,
"Oh, just go. I trust these two more than I do your other friends." Mom says. I hug her, "Thanks, mom!"
"Let's go then." Said Jake and at that the three of us leave and get into his car , which oddly enough I haven't seen before until now. It's was a 50's model convertible and looked like something my grandfather would drive. Jake and the other girl get in the front seats and I (quiet literally) hop into the back. He starts the car and we're off.
"So, where are we going?" I ask a few moment later.
"Places." Jake answered nonchalantly. The girl whose name I still don't know turn around to face me,
"Hey Braun, can you hand me that bag?" She says, did she just call me 'Braun'? Never mind, I'm confused for a second because I didn't see a bag, but then I looked to my left and a black kitten shaped bag(similar to my own) was sitting next to me. I hand it too her and she turns around and pulls out a tube of black lipstick. She applies it ever so precisely even with her hair blowing in her face it doesn't distract her. When she's done, she pulls off her jacket hood and looks at me again.
"What'd ya think?" She asks. This time I took time to really assess her: she has brown skin, and long black hair with bangs. She wore a choker necklace with a moon on it, a gray, white, and black jacket halfway zipped down, a tee shirt with an inverted cross on it and had on no other make-up besides the lipstick. "You look great!" I was going to say perfect , butthat might've been too weird. She smiles anyway,
"Thanks, my names Kimmy, by the way, Kimmy Xiao."
"Oh, uh, okay." I respond. I see Jake turn on the radio and melodic music starts playing.
"Oh! I love this song!" Kimmy says, and she starts to sing along. I listen to it and it's beautifully sung, but has obscene lyrics in contrast. Neither of them seem phased by this; I'm not either, at least too much, I just didn't think this could be played on the radio.
The song went on, and so did we.