Between You And Me

Allie

"OH MY GOSH!" Vanessa Hayes, a pretty dark haired girl from my class stood in front of me with admiration. "Is that from Manolo Blahnik's 2011 Fall collection?" She immediately grabbed a seat and her wide eyes were just completely glued to my black pumps. "Those cost an arm and a leg! How could you possibly afford them?"

I shrugged and smiled sweetly.

"YOU will be prom Queen!" A cheerleader named Lexy clapped her hands in excitement. "I'm positive the whole school will vote for you! Oh, hail, Queen Allie!"

I beamed at all the praises that was thrown at me left and right. It's so good to be the center of attention. That's what you get when you're the Alpha female of Olympian High.

What Allie wants, Allie gets.

I'm all sugar and spice and everything nice.

"Oh, I'll definitely be prom queen," I said in a confident tone, inspecting my newly French-manicured acrylic nail tips. The girls before me in their blue and white cheerleading outfits were all smiling up to their ears.

"And guess who will be prom king?" Agatha said in a sing song voice.

"Archer Colt," Natalie huffed as she rolled her eyes.

That's Natalie Peterson. My co-captain for Olympian's cheerleading squad. She's one of my BFF's but at the same time my arch rival when it comes to everything, especially to Archer Colt, Olympian High's Alpha male. The number one hottie and quarterback of the football team.

No, he's not my boyfriend. Not yet.

But he'll soon be.

"Wow, Allie, I'd kill to be in your shoes for one day," Vanessa gushed. Archer fucking Colt! You're one lucky girl." She fans herself.

"Speak of the devil," Aggie announced. "There he is now."

"Jealous much?" I said sweetly towards Natalie. She just grinned back at me, tossing her straight blonde hair over her shoulders.

Archer and Frankie Corleone came through the door giving man hugs and fist pumps to everyone they see along the way. I immediately fixed my hair Archer strode over to me and gave me a peck on the cheek before sitting down next to me.

"Hey," he winks at me with those long, sexy eyelashes of his.

"Hey, Archer," I said, a little breathlessly. He surely takes my breath away every time I see him. Archer was well known to make girls weak in the knees.

"How's it goin', babe?" That was when Archer reached over to take my hand and gazed meaningfully into my hazel eyes.

Miss Fontanilla, or as we like to call her, Miss Grundy, because she totally looks like that teacher from the Archie comics I always read back when I was a kid.

Tall, skinny, long nose except she has raven black hair. As our English teacher entered the classroom, ten minutes late as usual. She lives all the way from Temecula so she fights traffic every morning that makes her a part of the tardy list.

She was always so disorganized and judging the way she looks every morning, her physical appearance desperately screams for a makeover. Our teacher is only thirty years old, but damn - she looks like she's in her fifties! Instead of heels, she wears tennis shoes along with her tweed suit.

Not good. It's a fucking fashion faux pas.

Just then, a dark brown haired boy came running inside the classroom just as Miss Fontanilla was about to write on the chalkboard.

As he made his way to his chair, I purposely put my leg in his path making him trip over and everyone erupted in laughter and giggles. He stood up and gave me the death glare.

That boy right there, is Rich Carson. He is the number one class geek. Okay, not number one but he is on my imaginary list. Someone told me that he's on the swim team but I hardly ever notice him. To be honest, I hate geeks. I don't know why?

They just irritate me, I guess.

I have to admit, Rich is a cute geek, though. While all the boys in school drool over me, he seems to be the only pathetic soul who refuses to worship me.

"You know what, Allie? You're such a bitch!" Rich blurted out. Everyone gasped. My jaw dropped. The whole class fell silent, so quiet you can practically hear a pin drop. No one has ever called me a bitch before. Especially if it came out from a nobody like Rich Carson himself. My eyes started to well up. The teacher spun around to what she just heard.

"Mr. Carson? What seems to be the problem?" she enquired, pushing her thick black rimmed eyeglasses to her nose.

"Nothing, Ms. Fontanilla," Rich lowered his head in embarrassment, opening up his textbook. His whole face in the shade of crimson. He slides me a look but I averted my eyes back to the front of the class.