Holly Porter was the Queen Bee of the school. She ruled in a way that everyone loved yet hated at the same time. She was actually nice back in middle school, back when she was teased and given the nickname Porter Potty. Either way, Holly was clearly one of those two-faced girls. She was different though, with her ruling and all.

“So, Macy, how are you two together?” Holly asked. Her voice was extremely annoying.

“Great. Why what’s up?” Macy replied, trying to coat her words in thick joyfullness just for Holly.

“Oh nothing, just wondering.” She stood then, a small smile on her face. It was one that ran across as accomplishment of something. Holly walked, or danced, (her movements were graceful) back to her table. She was still in hearing range. “There I did. You all owe me a latte tomorrow morning.”

Macy rolled her eyes; apparently her and Derrick were the main subject of talk around the school and anyone who dared to confront them was crazy. Holly was crazy.
Though that wasn’t new news to Macy.