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To see Dylan Parker wearing a skirt was not exactly a highlight, but at the same time, it wasn't a low point. He wore it well at least, somehow accentuating how toned his legs were, the muscles in them flexing and unflexing as he bounced up and down, yelling "Five, Six, Seven, Eight! James Madison will annihilate!"
It was the Senior Sleepover tonight at James Madison High, and I yet I was feeling under the weather. This was supposed to be the most exciting event of early Senior year, but here I was, up in the bleachers with my friend Becca Gomez, watching the festivities from up above.
Regardless of my current mood, I was excited. And it wasn't because of the Gender Role swapping that led to Dylan Parker leading the cheer squad ― made up of the football team ― for tonight and wearing their outfit quite nicely, the short top baring his midriff generously. It was because nights like this didn't always happen for me. Especially because of the It-List.
The aforementioned 'It-List' was a list that updated live whenever someone was caught doing something either bad or good. It determined popularity and infamy. It determined everything in a sense. The teachers even knew about the It-List and they gave things like freebies and extra credit depending on your social standing. I was sadly at number 248 out of the 330 students there. And the bulk of those below me were the foreign exchange students who didn't look like they were models in their past life. They came from all these foreign countries but they seemed to be Americanized already, which was a turn off for the popular kids. Otherwise known as the It-Crowd. They were the top 15 students on the list. Jet set, sexy, and everyone's favorites. It was nearly impossible to become one, you needed to date into it and then, you might only make it to the top 25 students.
And my friends and I had no hope of that success, hence the reason we tried to avoid it. Becca was luckiest of us, cracking the top 100 at 92 when getting into an argument with Amy Watts, who was at number 9. To this day, she tends to check the charts religiously, afraid of falling too far. It had been 5 weeks since and people still were laughing about it, causing her to only drop 2 places.
Veronica, however, was apparently a nobody. She was sitting at 315, which was where all the names on the list are written in red. It went from the green-labeled It-Crowd, to the yellow top 100, down to the orange 200s, and then 300 down was flashing in bright red. I was terrified to check the lists sometimes because I was afraid to see Veronica Wahlberg blink repeatedly in red. But sometimes I couldn't help but casually scroll down it on the iPad that I should've been using for classwork each day. It just meant that I had to stop scrolling after I saw my name.
It made some sense though, which was sad. She never showed up for anything at the school. People in my range usually got free points for staying to support the football game or drawing up posters to rally the volleyball team. That's likely how I went up from the 260s to the 240s during the Athletics season.
But I was always in fear. No one survives any kind of embarrassment, no matter how discreet, because somehow, whoever ran the list always knew what was happening. Just the fact that the person who ran the list knew all of this stuff was quite disturbing. No way could someone be in so many places at once meaning they must've had help. But someone was still watching people and the teachers couldn't care less. Probably because they were on it too, the best of them boasting rankings in the 60s or the worst slithering at the ocean floor of the list.
Whoever they were, they had stalker tendencies and could be really bitter. Which in many situations ― like my seventh grade teacher who followed me to the mall because she hated me and wanted to push me down the escalator, or the old fourth member of our group named Issa, who was mad at me because she found out I used to have a crush on her ex ― I had reason to believe it was something different, because never would Issa hate someone for something as flimsy as that ― so she went through my Instagram and reported all my pictures ― I knew how bitter and sociopathic we're like bread and butter which made the It-List so much more dangerous yet still so alluring.
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Sweet Talked ✓Teen Fiction
Venia Addams' one shot to be with Dylan Parker, the boy of her dreams, involves a little less romance and a lot more revenge. [ #46 in Humor ] | cover by @prythians