I couldn't understand it. I couldn't understand why she liked me. At least, not at first. What did you expect from a girl like me? Long dark brown hair, blue eyes, tall, thin, and totally out of the popularity game. Lots of kids called me hipster with my tall top boots that reached up to my knees, my old leather jackets, smack talkin' sweaters, and black plastic framed glasses that weren't actually real. Yep. That's me. Skyler Thompson, Queen of Hipster Life around East Lock High.
And my life basically changed when the new girl from Seattle, Washington moved to our little town deep in Florida.

"Have you heard about the new girl?" Jacklyn whispered to me, leaning against my locker. I huffed out a breath and closed my eyes.
"No, I haven't heard every boy talking about her at all," I said sarcastically. Jacklyn laughed before turning back to me.
"Come on, Sky!" She said with a dashing smile. "Have you seen her? She's totally in with us! She doesn't deserve to be in the Social Freaks or the Popular Barbies." I slammed my locker and raised one eye brow at her.
"You've talked to her?" I asked. Just what we needed, I thought.
"Yeah, totally! She's super cool, Sky," she said, shouldering herself off the locker. We started waking down the hallway, shoving through the sea of jock boys and low life Barbies.
"Do you at least know her name?" I asked. I wasn't too keen on taking to this girl right away. I made that mistake two years ago in 8th grade; I scarred off Jennifer Lovens. She's now the cheerleader that makes out with all the football boys under the bleachers of every football game. Yeah, what a train wreck, right? She was so smart when I first met her, now, she's dumber than the next bitch.
"Yeah, Launa B. Washington," Jacklyn replied, breaking into my thoughts. Sounded like a good enough name. But who am I kidding?
She could turn out to be just like the rest of the school, besides us and the nerds: brainless. We walked into English, sitting next to each other. "I'll talk to her later if you bring her to me," I whispered," I don't want this one to end up like Jen back there." I nodded back toward Jennifer. Her long blond hair was tied back in a high pony tail, her face caked in make up, and her hand was under Levi Beck's hand. God, when was anyone going to get it through their thick heads that she was bad, bad, bad news?
"I thought Levi knew that she was a... you know," Jacklyn whispered back.
"A bitch? A whore? A-"
"Shut up! You wanna get thrown out of class!?" Jacklyn's deep brown eyes widened with fear.
"Hey, the list goes on and on and on," I said, shrugging. "She can't blame us for anything. I mean, look at what she's done!" I leaned back in my chair and laced my fingers together behind my head.
"I'm just saying, Skyler, that-" The door creaked open behind us and I think everyone turned to the girl who walked in like they were expecting Santa to walk through the door rather than this girl.
She was a red head, and her hair was cut in a long style of a pixie cut, covering half of her face. Her eyes were greenish blue from where I was sitting and she wore a tight fitting gray sweater, with blue leggings on, and high top socks on that came up over her calf, accompanied with black converse.
"That's her!" Jacklyn whispered in my ear. "That's Launa!"
Groovy, was the first thing I thought, smiling a little. But it wasn't a goody-goody smile. Nah, this smile was cool, almost sly.
"Launa!" Jacklyn whispered in the silence. She waved her hand to beckon the new girl over to us. Launa nodded and walked toward us, a little awkwardly.
"Hi, Jacklyn," she whispered. Shyly she tucked her auburn colored hair behind her ear awkwardly. We met eyes and I suddenly felt cold.
"Launa, this is my friend, Skyler." Launa nodded and smiled a nice smile at Jacklyn and I.
"I know, you told me about her last-"
"Class!" We all sat up straight, heads faced forward like we were army soldiers. Mr. McNeil walked down he middle of the classroom, his eyes glancing down each row. His beady little light brown eyes shine in the white ceiling light a red color. He almost looked like a vulture that had had too much to eat and was hungry for more.
Another day being called out by McNeil, I thought, loosening my posture and placing my elbows on the table in front of me. This should be fun.
Let's just say that me and Vulture Man here have a very... special relationship. I get under his skin, and he can't break through mine.
"Did I say you could relax, Ms. Thompson?" He seared, lending down to my eye level next to me. I didn't look at him, thinking of a come back.
"I heard it," I replied coolly. Launa gasped a little, I shifted my eyes to her and smiled a little at her before McNeil's hand slammed on the table.
"I'm getting tired of his game," he retorted. I smiled slyly up at him.
"You made a mistake playing it with me," I said, emphasizing 'me'.
"You made a mistake stepping into my classroom like you own it!" He snarled.
"Hey, if you wanna know about mistakes, Mr. McNeil," I said with hat sly smile growing wider, "go ask your parents." Then the whole room exploded with everyone shouting, "ohhhhh!" And some gasping and a lot of boys laughing.
I stood up and pointed my finger at him. "Get wrecked," I said before sitting down.

(A/n: how does you popular..? 😂)