Allie

"Oh, my gosh," squealed Vanessa Hayes, one of the prettiest girls from my class. Her wide eyes were completely glued to the brand spanking new black pumps that I was wearing. She quickly grabbed a chair next to her, tucking some of her dark hair behind her ear. "Is that from Irena Sofranko's recent Fall collection? A single pair costs an arm and a leg. How could you possibly afford them?"

I shrugged and smiled sweetly in return.

A cheerleader named Bunny clapped her hands in excitement. "You'll definitely be prom Queen, Allie. I'm positive the whole school will vote for you. All hail Queen Allie!"

I beamed at all the prais that was being thrown at me left and right. It's so good to be the center of attention. Seriously, that's what you get when you're the alpha female of Viento Vista High. What Allie wants, Allie gets. I'm all sugar and spice and everything nice.

"Oh, I'll definitely be prom queen," I said confidently as I inspected my newly French-manicured nails. The girls surrounded me in their blue and white cheerleading uniform with smiles that reached all the way to their ears.

"And guess who'll be prom king?" my best friend Agatha said in a sing-song voice, motioning for Bunny to move so she could sit down next to me.

"Archer Holland," Natalie huffed behind me as she rolled her eyes.

That's Natalie Peterson, my co-captain for Viento Vista's cheerleading squad. She's one of my best friends, but she's also my arch rival when it comes to everything, especially Archer Holland, Viento Vista High's alpha male. He's the hottest guy in school and quarterback of the football team.

No, Archer's not my boyfriend. I mean, not yet. But he will be soon. Just watch me work my magic.

"Wow, Allie, I'd kill to be in your shoes for a day," Vanessa gushed, fanning herself. "Archer freaking Holland. You're one lucky girl."

One lucky girl?

Sure, I'm lucky, but Archer still hasn't asked me out on a date yet. I wanted to correct her, but it was best if I kept my mouth shut. Rumors had spread like wildfire that Archer had had his eyes on me since freshman year. God, I wish that was true.

"Speak of the devil." Aggie pointed towards the door. "There he is now."

"All salt, no fries." I glanced at Natalie and did my best not to glare at her for being so petty towards me. She simply grinned, tossing her straight blonde hair over her shoulders.

Archer and Frankie Corleone came through the door exchanging man hugs and fist bumps to everyone they saw along the way. I immediately fixed my hair as Archer strode over, giving me a quick peck on the cheek before sitting down next to me.

"Hey," he said, winking at me with his sexy pair of eyes. "'Sup?"

"Hey there, Archer," I said, a little breathlessly. He takes my breath away every time I see him. Archer Holland is pretty well known for making girls weak in the knees. He's tall, dark, and handsome with a set of dimples to die for. Every time he looks at me with those light green eyes, I can't help but crumble in front of him.

"How's it goin', babe?" Archer reached over to take my hand and gazed meaningfully into my hazel eyes. I closed my eyes, shaking my head for a brief moment. When I opened them, he was talking to that girl Vanessa. I couldn't believe it. I did it again. I had only been imagining Archer holding my hand. I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. This was seriously getting way out of hand. It needed to stop once and for all.

When will Archer realize that I'm the girl for him?

Ms. Fontanilla, our English teacher, entered the classroom ten minutes late as usual. She lives all the way in Temecula, so she fights traffic every morning and always shows up late. She's always so disorganized, and judging by the way she looks every morning, she's screaming for a makeover. Our teacher is only thirty years old, but she looks like she's already in her fifties. Instead of heels, she wears tennis shoes along with her tweed suit.

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