You always knew Cher Horowitz as the girl everyone looked up to in Beverly Hills High—the outfits, the confidence, the endless charm. But lately, things had changed.

“Babe!” Cher practically bounced into your room, phone in hand. “You won’t believe it! My TikTok video just hit a million views!”

You blinked. “A million?”

Cher nodded furiously. “I know! I mean, I’ve always been popular, but now… social media popularity is like… a whole new level. People follow you, not just at school, but everywhere. It’s—ugh! Incredible.”

You smiled but noticed the way she bit her lip when scrolling through comments. Not every comment was positive. Some were harsh. Some downright mean.

Cher looked up, eyes wide. “Babe… do you think I’m… I dunno… losing my real popularity because of this?”

You tilted your head. “I don’t think it’s about losing popularity. But… maybe social media fame isn’t the same as real-life friends noticing you because you’re amazing.”

Cher froze. “Wait… so… you mean… the likes don’t actually equal… respect?”

“Exactly,” you said gently. “People can comment and double-tap all they want, but the way they treat you in real life… that’s what really matters.”

Cher groaned dramatically. “Ugh! That’s… so depressing. But… I guess I can’t just survive on hashtags and filters forever. I need… authenticity?”

“Yes,” you said, smiling. “Cher Horowitz doesn’t need viral videos to be loved. You already are.”

Cher took a deep breath, scrolling through her comments one more time. “Okay… maybe I can post the occasional TikTok without letting it rule my life. Balance. That’s, like… the key to modern-day Cluelessness, right?”