Ivy quickly scanned the area. That's what the Gossip Groups were there for, ya know.
She saw the helpless Selene Violet in the corner, Ashton Kent being worshipped by denial populars, Mason Williamson, also a mega popular, flirting with Claire Grae, who, although had a boyfriend, seemed to adore the attention, and soon-to-be all star musician, Nick Vista, playing a few piano notes on his laptop.
Lastly, Ivy couldn't help keep glancing back at Makenzy Norse, the girl she was sure going to be caught up in the Clearest, Clairest Tide of the Popular Ocean.
Makenzy was different; like none other. The drained little girl at home was a confident young woman at school. Her outfit was stunning, but not expensive enough to be as high as Claire. Her shiny brown hair straightened, but the most perfect curls at the end. Her eyes cunning, but the sweetest ever seen.
'This is the final test, the major of majors,' Ivy thought. Makenzy had just grabbed her lunch when she came to a pitchfork in the road divided by the many expensive, chestnut tables.
Makenzy could choose to be a popular, on the left, where Ivy would know she would totally make it in, or, to the right, and sit with the musicians, the actors, the nerds, and the nobodies.
Ivy was sure she would pick left, but wiped her out in surprise when she went right. She took a total detour avoiding eyes, oblivious to stares, and sent her genuine smiles in many directions.
And she sat right next to Selene. The whole cafeteria must have gone quiet; Ivy realized that everyone had been watching Makenzy to make sure she joined the populars.
Everyone had been wrong.
