Hello betches. It's Callie again. I just don't know what to do with myself anymore. Everywhere I go, people stare at me. I dropped my pen at school yesterday and at least 5 boys scrambled to pick it up. Ok ok, I exaggerate. It was 3 boys.

    I literally have like, so many problems. I can never decide what to wear since everything cute fits me. Ugh.

    In other news, my Instagram account now has 20k followers. It is quite excellent really- all I've posted so far are selfies and my hand holding Starbucks. Maybe I shall try photoshopping myself in front of famous landmarks to trick people into thinking I have a life.

    I never thought I'd say this, but I think Cara is actually jealous of me! I was sitting with Jemma at lunch, minding my own makeup when I caught her staring. She looked away right after, so thankfully she didn't see my smug smile. My smug smile disappeared a second later though, when she giggled and playfully punched Dillon's bicep.

    I felt a lump in my throat that had nothing to do with the plastic cheese "pizza" they dared to serve us for lunch. That should have been me, making contact with Dillon Austin Colt's bicep. And all of him.  My moment of solemn reflection was rudely interrupted by Jemma giggling in the way she does whenever she finishes the finishing touches on a meme or something.

Sure enough, she turns her phone to me, proudly displaying Dillon Austin Colt's perfect head photoshopped onto a bull in the middle of a rather violent shit. Jemma certainly knows how to make a statement.

    "Jemma, I hate to say this, but I still like him." I say, half ashamed.

    "Stop."

    "How?"

    "We could kill him?" Asks Jemma innocently, taking another bite out of the abomination that is public school lunch.

    "jEmMa."

    "Or.... when I work for NASA, I send him on nice, relaxing permanent vacation to Uranus. The planet I mean."

    I was too busy blushing violently to reply. I didn't have to because Luka strode up to the lunch table, a tuba wrapped around his skinny body.

    "Hi Jemma and.... Callie?"

    "Hello boy who lives near Kim," I say coolly. Can't blow my cover now, can I.

    "My name is Luka," he mumbles, not meeting my eyes. I've never seen him acting like this in front of me. He looked...shy?

    "Cute name," I say to break the awkward silence.

    Luka sort of stands there, half smiling, half blushing, half fidgeting with his tuba. Wait I did the math wrong. Whatever. I don't need math, I need revenge on this school.

    "So it's uh... Friday night," says Luka, his voice cracking a bit. "And uh... Kim and I used to have cat play dates and watch movies and stuff. I really miss doing it, so would you and Jemma mind bringing Kim's cats over to my house at 8?"

    "Ok Lucas!"

    "It's Luka."

    "Whatever."

    Jemma has been suspiciously quiet this whole time. After Luka awkwardly stumbles away with the tuba, I turn to her.

"You like Luka, don't you Jemma?"

"No. Nope, not at all."

"Kim stop that."

"Kim, I swear I don't like him."

"No really, Kim, I have zero feelings for Luka."

"I mean why would I even like him? He's related to Dickllon. Gross."

Ok, I guess Jemma actually doesn't like Luka. Which is perfect, because I have a plan.

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A/N: Hello there lovely readers! I have returned after making a sweet deal on some v rare llamas. The chapters from now on are going to be short. Or not. Idk. Pls vote kthanxbye.