Chapter 1

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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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