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I CAN'T BELIEVE this. I don't know how many times I'm gonna file for a locker change and I don't know when they would finally heed to me. My locker's rusty but that's not the problem, the problem is that it's low. I thought high and low lockers were a thing of middle school but apparently its not and for years I've been stuck with a low locker that is slowly but surely driving me crazy.

Now my skirt won't stay still and let me get my books out in peace, I noticed it's short but I didn't know it is this short.

I bunch my books up in my arm, shut my locker and stumble up to my feet, a file slipped and fell to the floor.

"Smile!" A familiar, now annoying voice says as a white flash of light escapes the camera pressed to her face. I ignore her and squat down again, picking up the contents from my file. "Ugh, why is your face like this?"

I stumble back to my feet with a groan, "maybe because I'm super frustrated, annoyed and tired? I don't want this locker anymore."

Jamie smiled, "sorry but you should really try to smile for the camera. This is going into the yearbook."

Jamie Lane – always cheery, never glumly – I'm pretty sure if she was to have a slogan, that would be it. She was always happy and smiling and if she wasn't then anyone and everyone could tell because unfortunately or fortunately she wears all her emotions on her face and they are always crystal clear. Since I met her, two years ago, Sophomore year, we've been friends and she's always dreamt and had a passion for journalism. Which is why she now runs the School's Paper — The Galaxy.

Its the perfect job for her because not only is she so cheery, she's also really really curious, likes to butt into everyone's business - an annoying trait I've learned to live with - and she also a wonderful talkative. Jamie's slightly chubby and before her I thought fat people were all short but she proved me wrong, we're almost the same height and I'm tall. Although now, I don't think she can still pass for fat, just a little chubby. She's got short curly blond hair with a red streak running down a side.

"You're in charge of the yearbook photo, since when can you use a camera?" I asked slinging my bag back over my shoulder.

"Since I got myself a new assistant at The Galaxy." Jamie said still looking at the screen of her camera.

"New assistant?"

"Morning." Christine Hoff greets panting as she slows to a walk beside me adjusting her pointy glasses.

Christine Hoff is another friend of mine and last one in our trio. Christine and I have been best friends since diaper days, our mothers were friends so it helped our bonding a lot. We rarely ever spent time away from each other and even went on family vacations together. Christine's petite, the smallest in our group and she's the complete nerd. With her red pointy glasses, black ink hair and long bangs, she fits into the label perfectly.

Christine and I had a pretty bad fallout freshman year for stupid matter and our friendship was threatened. We weren't friends for over a year until I got back my senses and returned to her. I like to think that our friendship have never been stronger.

I checked my tiny gold chain wrist watch clasped over my left wrist. "You're just ten minutes late. What's the miracle?"

She raised her hand up showcasing the key dangling over her fingers. I'm pretty sure the whole hallway heard Jamie and I gasp. "You got a car?!" Jamie shouted and now I know the whole hallway heard that.

Christine frowned at her, she hated attention. "No, and keep it down will ya."

"No car?" Jamie ask with a down frown.

"No, just my aunt's fifty years old scooter. Its now mine."

I shared a look with Jamie who couldn't hide her emotions and her disappointment was clear on her face. After giving her a pinch, I turned back to Christine, "Its... something."

Christine glared at me, "don't even start trying to try. I hate that thing. It produces this very loud annoying sound, the paint is peeling off and on it, I look like a grandma vomited out of the 80s."

"Then why did you take it?" I asked confused.

"Because my aunt gave it with," she gestured up to the sky with her fingers, "love and care. How could I say no and it does help me come earlier even if with just ten minutes."

"Great, that's the positivity I like to hear." Jamie starts. "You both should stop hating on your lockers," I groan. "And scooters, see the bright side."

"There's none in my case." I state.

Jamie ignores me and I'm pretty sure it's because she knows its true. "Like the wonderful weather and lovely winter that I can already perceive."

"Don't remind me." I grumble out, everyone knows I hate the winter season. Why won't summer last forever?

"What's put you in a good mood?" Christine asks and I know she's not asking me.

Jamie smiles, "Why shouldn't I be in a good mood?"

I eye her, "does this have anything to do with the new assistant at The Galaxy?"

Before Jamie could answer the bell rang above us but the answer was as usual written all over her face. 'Yes, of course!'

"I'll tell y'all later. Bye." She bounced up the stairs separating from us both as we entered into our first class for today.

"What was that about?" Christine asks pushing her glasses up with a finger making them almost touch her long bangs.

"Obviously a guy." I answer plopping down on my seat. Who in their right minds set History for first period? It's not fair.

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Jamie linked her arm through mine, making my tray wobble a bit. "There you are."

"I wasn't..." I trailed off as my eyes zoomed in on her tray. Extra large bigger, chilli bowl and large fries. "...lost."

"Oh stop eying my lunch. Go get more if you jealous me so much." She says.

I smiled, "I might get the fries, yours looks yummy. The bigger the better?"

Jamie blushed and found the need to defend herself, "I've been running around all through today taking surprising photos. The faces people pull when you suddenly say 'smile!' is totes hilarious. Anyway because of that, I'm famished."

"It's fine J. I get you. I'd probably take more if it were me." She gave me a thankful smile and we made it to our seat. Christine was already sitting and she had no comment or expression on Jamie's huge lunch. Unlike me and especially Jamie, Christine is a pro at hiding emotions.

"What's up?" She ask putting a fry into her mouth, her eyes trained down on a book.

I reach out and yank the book off her, "Jamie's in charge of the yearbook and pulling off whale-meals, that's what's up."

"Hey, this isn't nearly close to a whale-meal." Jamie protests.

Christine takes a break at glaring at me for interrupting her reading and turns to Jamie. "I agree, you can do better J."

I laugh, Christine smiles and Jamie playfully glares, "I hate you guys."

Christine motions for me to hand her book over and I reluctantly do. "So, yearbook? That's a huge responsibility."

"I know but I have an assistant now." Jamie sings, "He's a transfer student who came in the day before yesterday. According to the principal and the little he has told me, he needs the extra credit, like badly. He tutors and helps me out in The Galaxy, this is his Camera." She raises the camera she's been carrying around. "And he's the one teaching me how to use it."

"I can tell your enjoying it." I point out and she blushes.

"He's so awesome, you need to see his pictures, epic. He doesn't speak much but I can tell he isn't new at photography and he has two of these." She raises the camera again.

I chew my food, "I don't care about his pictures, I care about his looks."

Christine rolls her eyes, flipping a page in her book. At least she's listening.

"How does he look?" I ask, ignoring my best friend.

"He's gorgeous!" Jamie starts. "Tall, dark, he's like nothing around here. Did I mention, drop dead gorgeous?"

I chuckled, "why aren't you dead?" Jamie rolls her eyes and Christine chuckles, though I'm not sure if it's because of something she reads in her book or me.

Jamie concentrates on her food, for someone who loves talking so much it's a surprise her biggest peeve is eating and talking. I guess Food triumphs over all. The table goes silent and I let my eyes and mind wonder as I eat mine too.

My eyes come to a stop at the table in the center of the cafeteria. The gold blond girl tosses her head back laughing at something that's probably not even funny, just for the cause of her shiny pearl white teeth. The second ash blond girl puts a fry into her mouth and dabs a napkin on her lips because according to her that makes her looks posh. And the last brunette dyed blond drinks off her coke sip by sip with an extra long straw not knowing exactly how to act or what to say to gain more approval.

The Evelyns.

Evelyn Munroe, Evelyn Patrick and Evelyn Garcia. The Populars. Criteria to be one of them; be mean, vain and blond. Have the name and enough wealth to buy a yacht. Be Cheerleaders and date the best guys in school.

I fit in before. I was vain and blond. Still blond though. I have the money but I'm not sure I can afford a yacht. I was a cheerleader and I dated the best guy in school, Aiden Macer. The only part where I wasn't completely in was the name and the meanness.

Evelyn Munroe, Evelyn Patrick and I were good friends freshman year. We ruled the school together but they didn't approve of Christine and she didn't approve of them. Our friendship ended as freshman year did, I couldn't take it anymore, they were just too much of everything for me and they forbid me from doing what I loved most; soccer. I broke off their chain but my relationship with Aiden stayed, I loved him. I love him. Evelyn Munroe couldn't stand that I still had the best guy and she made my life miserable. I broke things up with Aiden last year and she jumped him immediately.

I don't know what hurts the most, the part that I actually thought our friendship was genuine or the fact that Aiden couldn't resist her and now they've been a couple for almost a year.

Speak of the devil...

Aiden Macer and his friends strolled into the Cafeteria looking like kings and drop dead gorgeous. I actually felt dead on seeing him, my heart clenched badly and my throat went dry. His brown hair looked neatly arranged and wet, his face as perfect as always and his baby blue eyes surveying the cafe. He smiled when he saw what he was looking for and started his walk to the center of the cafeteria. He walked pass our table and I might be imagining it but I could've sworn he paused a bit beside me.

I turn just in time to see him kiss Munroe and then I couldn't take it anymore. I push to my feet. "I gotta go."

I don't wait for Christine or Jamie to say anything before I burst out. His scent - fresh shower and colonge - was choking me up. I'm an idiot for being affected this way. I broke up with him and now he's so mad he won't even knowledge me.

I wander around the empty hallway waiting for the lunch bell to go off. My legs take me to the D block where The Galaxy is located, I see the door open and o decide to enter and wait for Jamie here. The place looks a mess, like a newspaper monster threw up in here. My eyes catch onto the fact that the computer is open and although it's wrong, I take a seat on the spinning leather chair and start snooping through.

Jamie or whoever is working on an article and the headline makes me gasp — “ Soccer Player, Matt Dunbar On Steroids.”

What?! This can't be.

"What the fuck?" A deep voice boom and I immediately exit the article and jump up to my feet, causing the chair to tumble backwards.

"What the hell are you doing at my computer?"

Cause of death should probably be, icy glare and fear but I have a guess it's gonna read - Icy glare and handsome face.

Jamie was being modest.

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