Cathy Livingstone lives in the glamorous California where the sand is golden and everyone is popular. All except her, her historian parents believe that she is popular, due to her 'fake story's'. When the new boy comes to LakeBridge High, she takes an instant disliking to him, but can he change her mind before the girls go crazy for his British accent?


5. Chapter 5- Walk Home

I see Luke appear from behind the Math department, probably just made an escape from the popular crowd. He flicks hair back with hand. And with the other he swoops his bag over his shoulder.

"Wow, Sydney is a handful." He laughs and points in the direction we are going in. I wanted to know if he actually felt like that when he was talking to her, if he really likes her, if he's actually jealous of Martin. He I don't say anything to that because I can't find the right words.

"Looking forward to prom?" He asks, punching the side of my arms playfully. He smiles when I look at him, and he stops and looks down at the floor like an idiot.

"Nah, I have nobody to go with." I confess and he looks surprised,

"No boyfriend?" I nod and he wraps his arm round me, and speaks,

"You don't need a boyfriend, you've got a best friend. Me." He looks proud of himself that he's my best friend. Which he really is, I don't have any other friends so doesn't he really fill that space?

"Aw, thanks. You gonna take someone to prom?" The words sort of just tumble out of me, like I was thinking it but I didn't really mean to say it.

"Gimme some time! I've only been here a day, and you think I've found my prom date already?" Luke laughs, as we walk across a zebra crossing. I nod in agreement.

By the time I get home, my mum is dishing up the dinner.

"Hey sweetheart! How was school?" Mum yelled from the kitchen, I could hear the clink of the serving spoon against the plates,

"Awesome!" I swiftly run upstairs to get changed into my pjs. I couldn't be bothered to get dressed into anything else. I was so excited to go back to school tommorow. I just wanted the day to end already so I could see Luke again. Was it always like this having a friend? I had agreed with Luke for him to pick me up tomorrow morning. We were going to leave fifteen minutes early so we won't run into the populars, which meant trouble for both of us.

As I sat eating my dinner, my mum looked at my dad suspiciously,

"Darling, what made you so happy?" My mum questions as she shoves a lettuce leaf into her mouth. I sigh of excitement.

"Mum, aren't I aloud to be happy?" I smile. I pick up my plate and proudly walk into the kitchen where I start to wash up my plate.

"I'm not being a good dad, you can talk Jen!" I wash the bubbles of my plate as my dad screams. A plate smashes to the floor and I dare to go into the dining room after so I meander my way up stairs.

I check my Instagram. Still only five followers; my mum, my nan, grandad, my aunt and my cousins, step-daughters, neighbours grandson. I see a picture of Sydney's, as I flick through my feed. I'm following her because she forced everyone to a couple years back. I normally scroll past her pictures, but this one caught my eye. She was pouting and her right hand was holding her phone in front of a floor length mirror. Behind her was Martin kissing her on the cheek, Jasmin was by her side taking the same picture, pouting and sticking her bum out. And on the floor, by Sydney's feet, kneeling coolly, was Luke. He was smiling. He had turned popular.

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