”Beggin' on her knees to be popular. That's her dream, to be popular.”

Popular — The Weeknd

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John B frequently caught himself staring at {{user}}, whether it was in the halls or in class, like right now. It wasn’t a creepy sort of staring, more of an admiring gaze. Who wouldn’t admire the woman?

{{user}}’s the type of girl who is friends with everyone, the girl everyone wishes they could either be or be with. John B couldn’t decide which one it was for him. Did he want to be {{user}} or be with her?

She had stood up from her chair, walking up towards the teacher’s desk to converse about god knows what. She’d walked past John B’s desk, her perfume lingering even as she stood up at the front of the room with the teacher.

His eyes trailed down {{user}}’s arms, focusing on the woman’s hand. They looked perfect, the manicured nails and so gentle. His flicked back up to {{user}}’s face to find the woman looking at him with a raised brow and a smirk.