"He's so cute!"
"I know! And he's only 15!"
"Oh my god he's our age?"
"Yes!"
This was the current conversation between my so called 'best friends'.
"So tell me more about this boy you are in love with," I sighed, catching up with Ally and Tanya.
"Okay he lives in North Carolina and makes vines and stuff that are actually quite funny. Oh and he's SO HOT and I just want him to be mine," Ally sighed.
"What's his name?"
"Hayes Grier. I can't believe you've never heard of him! Okay, look him up when you get home. Seriously, just watch one of his videos and you'll be in love," Tanya whispered.
"I will," I said uncertainly. Hayes Grier. I recognised the name from somewhere, but I'm not sure where exactly. I followed them, trying to walk like a normal human being in my abnormally short skirt. God, I hate this. I hate them. Ally and Tanya practically force me into showing off my figure, and so I have to roll up my skirt until it just about covers my knickers, roll up my tie too, put socks in my bra and cake my face with makeup way too dark to look appreciative. I don't obey any of those rules, except for the skirt one. But not as short as they wear it. I am also made to wear skimpy clothes like crop tops and really short shorts when I meet them at the weekend. I mean really short shorts and really cropped tops. Not far from underwear. If someone in our year holds a party, they physically choose a dress that just covers my bum and force me into it before I can refuse to wear it. Then they get drunk with illegally smuggled in alcohol and high on illegally smuggled in drugs, and dance very inappropriately with boys (god I sound like their mum or something now), sometimes even 'disappear' with a stranger, whilst I stand there awkwardly being the awkward person I am. I don't like to drink, except for sometimes having champagne at Christmas and New Year's. However when I'm not around them I'm just normal me, wearing tshirts, skirts (at an appropriate length) , sweaters, comfy shorts and jogging bottoms. I didn't have extensions like the other two as my hair was naturally brunette and quite long and wavy. I liked to experiment with hairstyles too, like different ways of doing side braids, or different levels of ponytails. Not at school though, Ally and Tanya would hate me for ruining their repetition, so I just had it down. I also wore minimal makeup, because I often used face wash and moisturiser to keep my skin pure just so I didn't have to! My daily makeup was mainly consisting of concealer, mascara and sometimes face powder. They always nag me to buy more, but I really don't want to waste my money on that and mum said I didn't need it all anyway. She also said I should really just stand up to them, but I've never had the courage.

We eventually reached the canteen and joined the everlasting queue. A few people let us go in front of them, which I thought was kind but completely unnecessary. As per usual, Ally and Tanya bought the main meal, but only ate two potatoes and some carrots before throwing it away. I managed to eat two thirds of my meal, but I had been given a massive portion. Whilst they were waiting the two girls sat opposite me fiddling with their fake nails, constantly tossing their long extensions and occasionally picking up their iPhone 6s' to check if they had any notifications. Ally has tanned skin and dark fake hair, and Tanya has pale skin and fake blonde hair. Although to be fair her face is more brown once she's finished with the foundation. There really was not much difference between them...
"Ooh look a Twitter notification- OH MY GOD HAYES GRIER JUST FOLLOWED ME ON TWITTER!" Tanya yelled, causing everybody in the canteen (including the teachers and staff) to look over in concern, before continuing with whatever they were doing before the disruption. Sighing, I rolled my eyes and got up to take my plate over to the trolley.
"That's only because you kept pestering him on every social media account you have, begging him to follow you," I heard Ally mumble.
"You're just jealous," Tanya stabbed back, and then got up to tell everyone who hadn't already heard. Ally followed her, still cursing under her breath. I cleared my plate and went to find them in the courtyard. Tanya was still bragging about it to a group of girls sitting on a bench, and Ally was now flirting with some guy behind a tree. Probably a new victim to one of her weekly do-the-dirty-and-dump boys. Poor guy, he really doesn't know what he's getting himself in to. I walked over to Tanya, knowing that Ally would want the boy to herself, and had to put up with listening to her exaggerate what happened. Apparently Hayes had also re-tweeted some of her tweets, and commented on her Instagram picture: "you're cute" but then deleted it straight away. Pffft, keep dreaming honey.
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"Afternoon love. I'm in the kitchen," mum called as I entered the house. I went into the kitchen to find my mum and my five year old sister Rachel sitting at the table. Oh, that's another thing. Being 'popular' means that I have to wait outside some dodgy park until 4:30pm-sometimes later-whilst Ally and Tanya chat up more boys from different schools (they've probably been through all the 'decent' boys in our school already). The worst thing is that boys actually approach me and start flirting.I just tell them to piss off and at that point I'm usually fed up so just get the bus home by myself. Anyway, I took a seat and mum began talking.
"Okay, so do you remember the Griers? My old friend Elizabeth and her family? We've stayed with them twice before, once when you were two and once when you were nine? You and Hayes were best friends, and Skylynn and Rachel are the same age so I'm sure they'll get along perfectly." The Griers! Hayes Grier! So that's how I knew the name.
"Yes, I remember," I smiled.
"Well we're staying with them for two months during Summer!"
"We are?!"
"Yes!" Mum grinned, before turning back to her laptop. Rachel got down and skipped up the stairs to play. I went to my room to get changed into sports shorts and a tshirt, and then finished my homework. That's what makes me different from Ally and Tanya. They won't bother with homework or school, and even have plans to drop it as soon as they can. To be honest there is no point in them even being there. All they do is think they are higher than everyone else and push other people about. But that's the problem. Those people look up to them, and get excited if Ally or Tanya even push them out of the way in the school hall. It's so stupid. I suddenly remembered what they told me earlier. Opening up internet explorer, I typed in "Hayes Grier". A few images came up at the top. Wow he really is hot. He's definitely changed since I saw him last. But he still has the same gorgeous blue eyes and messy brown hair that I remember. I watched a few of his vines as well. They're hilarious. And Will! I remember him too, he was like a big brother to me. And I couldn't forget Nash, constantly teasing me and Hayes about our 'relationship'. I happily sighed, getting back to my History essay. By the time I had finished everything it was 6:35pm, and mum called up the stairs to tell me dinner was ready. It was now still not even 7pm, so I decided to go for a jog, which is what I did most evenings anyway. I picked up my iPhone 4s (I can't afford an iPhone 6-Ally and Tanya' parents are super rich and make up for the minimal amount of love and attention with money) and earphones, and then slipped on my Nikes. I yelled to mum to tell her where I was going. She quickly responded with "be back by 8". I answered with "I will" and began my run. I did my usual route to the park, around it three times and then back up the hill to my house, and arrived home sweaty and tired. Rachel was in bed and mum was watching TV in the living room, so I crept upstairs and took a shower. I scrubbed the last of my makeup off and put pyjamas on, and then climbed into bed. I continued reading my book for an hour. I was currently reading 'My Sister's Keeper' and it is so good but quite emotional. I'm not crazy about reading books, but I do like them and find reading a good way to relax before going to sleep. When I eventually did get to sleep, I last thought of how amazing summer was going to be. I could be myself in America-no slutty clothes or the added pressure of constantly looking perfect. And I hoped that people would like me for who I am.