I'd already dated half of them, and the other half...I just didn't want to try. Besides, I needed to focus my attention on my new fashion line. My dad said I could make one and he would sponsor it(he was pretty rich, he worked for this like, huge company) and I wanted to be famous one day, and this was a good way to start.
"ASHES!" Mackenzie obnoxious voice intruded upon my reverie, and I sat up in shock.
"I'm thinking of taking Gerard," She explained. Gerard was the leader of the football team, and he was pretty hot. But apparently he was some kind of womanizer, so I steered clear.
"Are you sure?" Betti gasped and slurped her skim milk.
"Yes. I need him on my resume." Mackenzie smirked. "I'll dump him after the dance anyway."
"Dump who?" A soft, familiar voice asked.
We all looked up. Charlotte the loser. Of course.
"Just go away, rabbit-lover." I giggled and so did the girls.
"Fine." Charlotte turned her wavy brown hair away from us and marched off towards the loser table. She was number 10 on the list, not too bad, but her fashion sense was hideous. And she just acted like a loser. She never even went to prom because it was too expensive. God, I was glad I never turned out like her.
Suddenly, the doors of the cafeteria slammed shut. Every face turned around, to see a new guy in the doorway. He wore a white v-neck tee, dark wash jeans and a gold medallion around his neck.
"Hot," I breathed, taking in his deep blue eyes, brown shiny hair and delicious muscles. He had to be mine.
"I know," Layla whispered. We all turned to Mackenzie.
"He's mine," She said firmly. I groaned.
"No, he's mine." Layla was the only person in our group who enjoyed standing up to Macs. Usually it ended badly, too.
But this time, instead of the usual anger, Mackenzie Woods had a mischievous glint in her bright blue eyes.
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