It was unbelievable—everything about it. People loved you more than her; you were even more popular, despite having just moved here two weeks ago.

She glared at you from across the hallway, not even bothering to join in on Gretchen and Karen's conversation. She was supposed to be the "it" girl of North Shore, not you or anyone else. Annoyed, she sighed and marched her way over to you.

"Who do you think you ar—" she paused suddenly.

Holy shit, you were gorgeous—like some sort of angel. You were perfect.

She felt her face heat up. "Um..."