You cannot escape levels of popularity in high school. You just can't. You can choose not to care about them, sure, that's great, but you can't escape them, especially not in senior year. I'm not exactly a nerd or anything like that. I don't really know how to describe my group of friends and where we stand in the whole grand scheme of high school popularity. I guess people like us whenever they notice us which isn't often, we don't get invited to parties which we're happy about and we pretty much stick to ourselves and I like that.
There's four of us. Alice who is kind of the quiet one, Johanna who is the loud one, Carrie who is the funny one and me, Kaya. I don't really know which one I am. I guess that's something only they know about me, which one I am in the friendship group. Even though I say 'oh, she's this and she's this', they're just the main parts about my friends. It's really not as cliche as it sounds, or so I hope.
That being said, we are all quite different. This year we got to pick one elective subject in school as well as our normal classes and we've all picked different ones. Alice has done art, Johanna has done electronics, Carrie has done media, I've done music. I can't say I'm particularly great at music or anything, it just seemed like the best option of them all. I think it'll be fun at the very least.
I've been in this class for a couple of weeks now and it's been so weird because at the start of junior year, the class we'd been in for the entirety of high school got split up into different classes but now I'm seeing all of these people I used to know again in music class. I see them around school and everything, but it's strange being in a class with them again.
Our project to do over the six months is a duet with a partner. We have to make a compilation of songs and put them all together and make a duet out of it. We're getting our partners assigned to us today.
"Kaya." my teacher says, scrolling down her list on her computer. "You will be with... Alexander."
I groan internally. Alexander Logans is one of the most popular guys in the school. He's also super rich and super attractive. I mean, I'm not attracted to him, but he's attractive. I don't hate him or dislike him at all, in face I think he's kind of funny. It's just going to be so awkward. With popular people, you hate to admit that you want some of them to like you, but you do. Alexander Logans is definitely one of those people you want to like you and you end up using every ounce of energy you have trying not to make yourself look like an idiot. I'm not really sure why it matters so much, it just does. I glance at him to see his reaction but he doesn't seem to have one.
"Alexander frigging Logans!" I exclaim as I sit down with my friends for lunch and they all burst out laughing.
"Seriously?" Carrie asks, grinning. "Oh my god. I totally ship this."
"Shut up." I glare at her but I can't help laughing. "This is going to be awful, guys."
"I wouldn't mind taking your place. Doesn't he have a Lamborghini?" Johanna says.
I give her a deadpan look and we all laugh and carry on with our day as usual, like nothing happened because I guess nothing really did.