HOW DID YOU LOCATE ME?!

I let my shoulders drop as I stepped out of the hallway and found my way to the car park.

It's not even been upto a week and I had a guy messing with my head. The girlfriend had humiliated me on my first in school and now I had my name on the front page of a stupid school gossip magazine.

I let my mind drift off to the conversation I had with the girls. I could picture Meredith now as she said, "But he is so cute. How did he end up with a witch for a girlfriend?" With a dreamy look in her eyes.

"If you ask us, who do we ask?" Bisola said smirking."isn't that why we have g****e? G****e knows everything. So that should be where u direct your rhetorical questions to next time." Foluke summed.

And In that moment I thought how g****e wouldn't want to have anything to do with her.

"Watch where you going, will ya?" A voice said drawing me out of my trance. For the first time, I noticed how crowded the lot was. I turned around and caught Alain staring at me, drawing closer was the girlfriend.

"Hey babe." She said audibly so I could hear, "you wanna come over?"

Alain smiled and then winked. He quickly whispered in her ear and she nodded, raising her middle finger in my face.

And then, he kissed her.

Cellphones where out of people's pockets immediately, snapping their pictures.

"Good show." I said clapping, "you two would make a good headline for the next gossip review."

I stalked off to where my mum parked waiting for me and got in the car.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" She asked.

"I'm fine."

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Thinking of Alain and Mitchel's Pda every now and then made me want to puke but was saved from my thought by a lot of pulling, shouting and screaming. I honestly think that half the population of this school are born fighters and that if Alain hadn't pulled Mitchel from the grasp of the other girl, Mitchel would have died.

The flying news is that; the girl warring with Mitchel is Anna, Alain's ex and that they were fighting over Alain. How crazy could that be? Why my gender would never know when to quit and when to stay put is something I'll never understand. Where's the sense in fighting over a guy you would never get married to?

The nextday, for the first time in the history of Greenville High school, the gossip review came out on a Tuesday, that's what foluke said and I can't say I didn't forsee it.

The whole episode of yesterday's drama was covered blow by blow, including Mitchel's history with Alain and everything you need to fill five pages. The juicy part is, the front cover had a picture of the two lovebirds kissing.

The minute the paper was released, every single student in the school ran to the office where Rosa parks, the editor in chief stood selling copies.

I couldn't contain the shock I felt. Why are teenagers this dumb and jobless?

The most entertaing thing happened today, Mitchel who hadn't uttered one nice word to me since our little drama in the cafeteria walked up to our table five minutes later, and gave us an invitation to her party. I almost sank into myself.

"You're inviting me to your party?" I asked, eyes wide with shock.

"Looks it, doesn't it?" She retorted rolling her eyeballs, "and not just you, but all the losers on this table."

"Losers?" I asked bordering between confusion and surprise.

"Oh, you don't know?" She laughed hysterically, "you are all losers on this table."

The girls wore the same shocked expressions as me but they recovered quickly. And even the dreamy look in Meredith's eyes when she first received the invite had died out.

"I'm sorry." I said, "I can't come. Not because I don't attend parties but because only losers are welcomed to your party and I'm not one."

The dumb look that appeared on her face before she snapped her fingers and stalked off was priceless.

You would think my new found friends wouldn't want to attend that party but instead they tried to make me see reasons on why I should be at the party. I held up strongly against them saying no each and every time they asked.

The only reason I was now standing at the bottom of the staircase in my house with the girls flanking my both sides and looking so excited was because hours later after I'd arrived home, the door bell rang and I ran out to check who the intruder was.

Foluke and the girls stood at at the front door looking smug, how they had located where I lived is what I don't know and I wasn't interested in knowing.

"How did you locate me?" I asked almost in whispers.

"This!" Meredith Said holding up her phone so I could see the G****e map in it. "We thought we could persuade you to come."

"Well, you can't." I said and started to push them out from the door when my mother called from inside.

"Emmy honey, who is at the door?"

"It's nothing to worry about. Just some..."

"Hello ma'am," Meredith shouted so that half the neighborhood could hear, "we're her friends from school."

"You're so dead." I said pointing at all three of them. "What do you think you're doing? No one is persuading me to any stupid party. let this be known to the three of you."

"Emmy, you didn't think it appropriate to let me know about your friends?" My said opening the door so they could come inside. "You are all beautiful, what are your names?"

I rolled my eyes and twisted my lips.

After introducing themselves and mom fished out whatever details she could from them, she teamed up with them and made go to the party.

They looked amazing in their outfits. I wore skinny blue jeans and a crip top. When my friends saw my outfit, they rolled their eyes and debated on why I had to wear the saddest clothes in my closet.

It's not like I didn't own any fancy dresses or heels that would even put cardi B to shame. My mother made sure that I had enough girly clothes to last me a lifetime. From shoes to purses to designer clothes I had them all. After all, that's what you get when you're the daughter of the head of one of the most successful fashion agencies in the world.

I had a room that covered one foot of the house with a walk in closet and a bathroom. My parents where filthy rich.

Foluke wanted to give me a total make over while the twins argued that they changed my dressing. I didn't care about the way I looked. I was okay with the way I was.

In the end, we came to a compromise. Foluke would only put a bit of mascara on my eyes. I'm the end, I must confess, it made me look outstanding. Then she paired it with a glittery pink lip gloss.

"Is it not too much?" I asked.

"When we get there, you'll understand." She replied.