Miss Popular

3 | Everett

Finley, Jude, and I sat at a table at Vinny's even though it was twelve in the morning.

My Dad knew and hopefully, he was thankful for it. I could be like the other kids and be out smoking or drinking right now.

Instead, I was surrounded by my two best friends along with milkshakes and burgers.

"Dude, Lia Torran is so cute." Jude gushed as he stalked the girl's Instagram

"She's so cute, but no girl could be as hot as Grier Johnson. Too bad she's popular and superficial." He went on

Too bad he didn't know what she was really like and I couldn't say anything.

Finley nodded, "Looks like the milkshakes are making you think straight. I'm so happy you're actually going after a girl with a personality and not some chick who can only look pretty and dance with some pom-poms."

I couldn't take it anymore.

"I have music and production with her." I burst

Finley's jaw dropped and then she started laughing.

"She must have taken that to be funny or to be 'edgy.'"She laughed

I shook my head, "No she serious about it. She can really sing, the gag is she doesn't want anyone to know about it."

"Holy shit, we got some dirt on the popular girl." Finley crowed

"No Fin, she's not as much of a bitch as she comes off as. She's just so caught up in popularity." I justified

Jude frowned, "Then she is sort of superficial, huh? How good is she?"

"She can play three instruments and she's a good singer, but you can't tell anyone. We're the only two people in that class other than Pala." I explained

I watched as a brunette came in and sat at the table.

"Just a c-cup of coffee and somecheese f-fries." She slurred as the waiter wrote it down

Oh my gosh, I could recognize that voice.

"No way, is that her?" Finley whispered

Jude made a face, "Is she drunk?"

I shrugged as I slid out of the booth.

Oh dear God Everett, stop walking now.

But I kept walking and I sat across from her.

She had on a white crop top with shorts, there was mascara running down her face, her eyes were bloodshot, and on top of that, she smelt of weed and smoke.

Grier looked up, "Oh my God."

I could smell the alcohol radiating off her breath.

"Please go, I don't want anyone to see me like this and I couldn't go home because I figured I smell like weed and I need the smell of meat and grease on me." Grier cried

"You smoke?" I questioned her

She shook her head, "Look at your face, God, Ev. You're so bad with controlling your face."

Damn.

I had a look of confusion and somewhat disgust on my face I couldn't help it.

I would have never figured that Grier Johnson, the daughter of millionaires who always donated to cancer research and other charities, who always looked perfected at school with, and seemed to have the perfect life looked like this.

"I'm sorry. What's wrong?" I apologized

"What's not wrong?" She murmured as the waiter placed a cup of coffee and cheese fries in front of her