Little Miss Popular

Chapter 1

      Hey guys! :) This is the first chapter of Little Miss Popular, and to say I'm nervous is an understatement. I don't know how long it is, but I hope it comes out okay and you guys like it. If you read it on my instagram, then I will tell you now that I have made changes to it, in attempts to make it beter. I really hope you guys enjoy :)

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 Annabeth's POV

  I kept hearing the whispers. Everywhere I went there seemed to be people talking about me. I heard everything, from the look of my body, to the thoughts on how i was such a slut. I didn't let them bother me though, because I was way use to it. That's what came with dating the most popular guy in school. My boyfriend, James Murphy, was the star quarterback on the school's football team. He has short blonde hair and hazel eyes, and a great body, if i do say so myself.  I walked up to my boyfriends locker where he was talking with a bunch of friends. I didn't want to interrupt, so I just stood behind him. I took the opportunity to check him out. He was wearing a maroon muscle shirt and baggy basketball shorts. He definitely did NOT have the best sense in style. As I was checking him out, I overheard some of their conversation.

         ''Dude, she's so hot! Did you see what she was wearing today?'' I didn't know who they were talking about but i unconsciously looked down at my outfit. I was wearing a a red crop top and black skater skirt, with a dark blue jean jacket on top, the sleeves rolled up to my elbows. I on my favourite black vans( http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=145173706 ). I thought I looked decent today.

         ''How did you even pick her up?!'' ''When are you gonna dump her? I want a try!'' i didn't know who they were talking about, but they weren't acting very gentleman like. My boyfriend and I had been dating for 6 months now, ever since the end of grade 10. It is now October of my grade 11 year. The whole time I as listening, I hadn't heard my boyfriend speak once, which I took as a good sign. Boy was I wrong.

         ''Guys, keep it down okay? I just want her to trust me and let me in if you know what I mean. Then I'll dump her and you can take her for a spin,'' i heard him say. I stood there with my jaw hanging open as I heard these words come out of my mouth. I went over what he said again and again in my head. There was no good side to this. He was either using me, or cheating on me. I couldn't believe this. I was heartbroken. I could feel my anger slowly rising. I can't believe he would do this to me. 

        ''What are you guys talking about?'' I asked. I couldn't stand still any longer. I knew whatever came out of his mouth would break my heart, but i didn't care right then, my stupid heart would get over it. I stood leaning against James' locker with my arms crossed over my chest as they all slowly turned towards me.

         ''Who were you guys talking about?'' i asked again, impatiently. If they didn't answer me any second now, I was pretty sure I would lose it.

        ''Uh, Karen, duh!'' Tom said.

         ''No, it was Michelle!'' Brady yelled. I watched as they scrambled to think of someone to use as a cover up. I turned to  James.

         "So James, who were you talking about?"

         ''Umm, n- no one." he stuttered out.

         "Was it me?" I asked taking a step closer to him.

         "No? NO!" he said. "We would never talk bout you that way!"

         ''Oh, so you were just talking about some other girl that you were going to dump after you got into her pants?'' I asked. I didn't care how bitchy I sounded, I deserved to know.

         ''uh, yeah?'' he said confused.

        ''So you were planning to cheat on me?'' I said.

         ''Wait, what? No!''

         ''So it was me,'' I said, already turning away from James. He grabbed my hand and spun me around so hard, I think he dislocated my arm.

         ''Dammit Annabeth, I wasn't done talking!'' he yelled.

        ''Oh, sorry. Please finish Your Highness.'' My voice was dripping with sarcasm as I took a bow. One moment I was facing James, the next I was facing Tom. My cheek was stinging and James' hand was raised. It took a while for him to comprehend what he did. When he did, he pulled a face and then tried to look guilty about it, but I could see the hint of a smirk on his lips. I stood there for a few seconds, taking in what had happened. It wasn't the first time in the school a girl had been hit by her boyfriend, as bad as that sound. But that chick ran right back to him the next day. That is not what was going to happen with me. I remember when I was younger, my mom would always tell me to never let a boy hit me. She said that their tender spot was easy to get to, ad usually wide open for a strong kick. I wasn't much of a soccer player, but man did I feel like it when I kicked James' where the sun don't shine.