Harper Quinn Carson. Yep, that's me. My friends call me Harp. Wait. What friends?
2 years ago.....
I check my phone. 2:38 a.m.
No text messages. Just a bunch of Snapchats that I don't feel like opening. Usually Laylah will text me. But she hasn't talked to me. She must be at a party or something.
Laylah is my best friend. We are the most popular girls in school. Do I enjoy being popular? Sometimes. Does Laylah enjoy being popular? Heck yes.
I text Laylah "Hey." Not expecting a reply. But as soon as I turn my back, my phone dings. "Kinda busy." It says. What is she so busy with at almost 3 in the morning?
I say "Ok " not wanting a fight.
Me and Laylah are called H&L at school. Everyone wants to be like us. But little do they know that we are both drifting apart. Laylah is becoming closer to other people and I am getting more and more pushed to the side. I am always on the back burner. I just feel like she thinks I am good for her ego.
I've started to study and read a lot more. Laylah hates it. She says books are for the socially awkward. But what if I am socially awkward?
My phone dings. I pick it up and I see a message from Calsay. "Have you seen Laylah' s snap chat story? If not look now!"
It can't be to important but I check anyway.
A video. A video of her calling me a slut and a bitch. A video of her denying our friendship. A video of her pushing me away. She's at a party. With almost the whole school.
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Popular- socially awkward
Teen FictionHarper was popular. Was. Until a party that Harper didn't attend. Her best friend moved on so quickly from their friendship. Socially awkward now. How did she get there? Find out in the story.
