He Could Use Somebody

What happens when the most popular guy doesn't have anyone to dace with??

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1. "life unworthy of life"

*Jessica’s P.O.V*

You know that awkward girl who always sits alone, that has no friends, wears dark clothes that look as if the black will swallow them up. But then again you probably wouldn’t notice them because they sit to the side, hide in the shadows and keep silent. Well, I am one of those girls.

My name is Jessica, I am horrible at every sport I do, scared of crowds, no stupid nor intelligent and have no friends. I love the colour black, it acts as my mask, my cover. Having no friends isn’t all that bad, I mean who wants to go through the difficulty of friendship, the backstabbing sort of people always ready to sabotage you, the girls who will chose a boy over a friend, and of course the race to popularity.

That’s a thing I have found out in my 16 years of life, everyone wants to be popular. See ii wasn’t always this awkward girl, in fact I used to be friends with the now most popular guy in school. Of course he wasn’t popular back then. He was nice and caring, he would listen to every word I said, try to solve my problems, he knew everything about me. It was like this all the way up to the end of 7th grade. We had spent a whole holiday together and then when we went back to school he started to want to be popular like the rest.

I never expected to lose him to popularity. And know a couple of years later he was going off the rails. He started using girls, drinking too much too often, endless partying, changing himself for his reputation. He was not the nice friend he used to be although I have a major crush on him.

He could do with using somebody, somebody nice, caring, somebody to look after him, to steer him back on track. I could be that somebody.

*Max’ P.O.V (most popular guy in school)*

I have the looks, the popularity, almost every girl in the school swooning over me. So why do I sit here dressed up at a masquerade dance, while everyone is slow dancing with someone, and I am alone. I look around and to find I am not the only one.

In the far corner of the room a girl sits, wearing a beautiful black dress. The front of it loosely flowing down to mid thigh and the back continuing down to sit underneath knee height. The dress came in at the middle showing off this girls thin stomach, the top of it forming a "u" around her neck with inch thick straps to hold it up. The fabric was silky and shiny black covered in black chiffon.

 I slowly approach her and asked her to dance. I imagine that she was shocked as she hesitated slightly before giving me a yes. We make our way to the dance floor and turning to face her I place my hands in her hips. She wraps her arms around my neck and we slowly dance the night away.

At the end of the night I walk her outside.

“Can I see the beautiful face hiding underneath that mask?” I ask her hesitantly.

“Only if I can see yours.”

On the count of three we rip our masks off and a suddenly look of horror crosses her face and a look of realisation crosses mine. Before I can anything else to the person who used to be my best friend, she turns and runs away.

“Wait, Jessica. Please.” I yell after her, but it was too late.

 

The next morning I woke up early. I had decided to change whatever had scared the person who used to mean the world to me away. The only thing that I could think of that may have caused her to run was my popularity, but why couldn’t I have both, my best friend and my popularity.

Although even I knew that wasn’t really the reason. For my popularity I had to change who I was, my clothes, my hair, my words, everything and to get her back I had to change back. I started with my clothes, going through my whole wardrobe until I gave up and threw on any random tee jeans and hoodie and with my wallet ran out the door.

 I shopped the whole day and changed all the clothes in my wardrobe back to something that she would’ve liked to see me in. I grabbed some roses as I headed out of the mall and ran to her house and knocked on the door. She opened the door and I immediately started speaking.

“Jess, I am so sorry for abandoning you all those years ago, I feel really bad, but I feel worse that in the fight for popularity I lost myself and I now realise it wasn’t really worth it. Jessica will you help me find myself again?”

She just smiled.

a/n Please tell me what you think, really would appreciate feedback!!

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