The+True+Meaning+of+Popularity

**__ Brooke __**
== Good-bye: Bikini tops, flip flops, lemonade in the shade, blue skies, hot guys, late nights, water fights, low calorie ice cream, sweet dreams, sleeping in, and sneaking out, because summer is out. Today is the last day of summer and tomorrow is the first day of school, and I'm sulking. However, I am Brooke Clay, and there is no way I'm wasting my last day of pure freedom. My best friend Deedee and I are at this deliciously new exclusive pool where the only allow people who have connections. We're sunbathing and enjoying alll the attention we're getting for being the only girls comfortable enough with our bodies to wear bikinis. Deedee's dad works at this Greek museum and was our connection to this private pool. He's so in love with Greek history that it's hard not to love him, because he's such a goof about it, and isn't insecure with his personality at all. Deedee's mom is exactly the same. Greek history is their life, legit. You see, Deedee's full name is Aphrodite Anderson. Yes, the Greek geeks, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson, named their daughter Aphrodite. Aphrodite is the goddess of love and beauty. I love Deedee's name, but she hates it, and I have no idea why. Deedee has an older brother, Donny. Well, at least everyone calls him Donny, but his full name is Adonis. Shocker, huh? To me, Adonis, the god, is like a conceited jerk who only likes to look at his body in the mirror. And Donny reminds me exactly of Adonis, so hats off to Mr. and Mrs. Anderson. Anyway, I'm going to be a junior in high school this year which is the worst year in high school. At least, that's what I've been told by me soon to be senior friends. That's because of the pressure of SATS and college applications. Ugh, I do not want to talk about it. Aside from that, Deedee and I are the most popular girls in school and every girl wants to be one of us. I mean, how could you not? We're pretty: I have bouncy, light brown hair that is stick straight and glossy. Deedee has wavy, light brown hair with bangs that's never tangled and always flaunt her complexion. We have sparkling hazel eyes, naturally pinkish red lips, and toned bodies. We're smart: Last year I maintained a 97 average while Deedee upheld a 98. There's no doubt we'll be getting into Princeton. We're athletic: We do cheerleading, gymnastics, and we jog around the block for a half hour every day. Our love lives are phenomenal: I have a boyfriend, he's the most popular guy in school, and his name is Jason. Deedee is like a go-getter who has to stay single because a different guy asks her out every day. So yeah, how could you not be jealous of me and my perfect life? ==

**__Deedee__**
== It's the first say of school and I'm excited. Don't ask me why, but I like being at school rather than on the beach sunbathing with Brooke. Don't get me wrong, I love Brooke, but her life seems too perfect. My life isn't even close to perfect, but I stride to keep a perfect reputation of one. Every day I have to fix my curly hair and get it to become luscious, glossy waves. I memorized the way Brooke does her make-up at one of our many sleepovers so that I could mimick it every morning. I depend on her style and pick out every outfit that looks adorable from a magazine Brooke adores. I secretly have a passion for music, but I would never confess it because it's ultra dorky, as Brooke puts it. I envy the way she can maintain a relationship with Jason, because I'm single and don't want to be. Oh sure, guys ask me out, but only because I'm the only one available between Brooke and me. When Brooke first moved in next door to me, I thought she was a complete brat. But then, I realized there was a whole other side to her that she'll only ever reveal with me. My knowledge is the only thing that outshines Brooke. I beat her in every subject and am so proud of myself because of it. I have another really close friend, his name is Josh. He is really good looking and popular in his own kind of way. In the way that he's not afraid to be himself, which I admire. However, Brooke doesn't know how close we are because whenever she sees him, she thinks he's just another desperate guy asking me out, which had actually never happened. Josh never asked me out, and I find it funny because Josh actually drools over Brooke, not me, like most of the boys in the grade. But hey, you want what you can't have right? ==

**__ Jason __**
== Summer is gone, over, finito. I'm going to miss it. No more summer means no more late nights with Brooke and her hot friend Deedee. Between Brooke and Deedee, I had to make up my mind on who I wanted to ask out back in my freshman years. I choose Brooke because she seemed so confident and Deedee seemed more like her shadow. Both these girls were gorgeous, so I was in a dilemma. But now, over the years, I wonder if I choose the wrong girl. Brooke is beautiful, funny, and irresistable. Deedee, on the other hand, was beautiful, sly, and interested in everything. Brooke and I had the best times together and I shared my first kiss with her. I don't know what I'm going to do. If I dump Brooke and ask out Deedee, would Deedee refuse? Is there some kind of girl code against a girl going out with her best friend's ex? I can't risk breaking up with Brooke and then asking out Deedee. I could lose them both, and that would put an end to my popularity. And that will not happen. ==

**__ Brooke __**
== I rushed to honors environmental science, my high brown, furry Ugg boots clacking against the ground. My desinger labeled brown, multi-buttoned dress was fluttering around me. As I scampered down the narrow hallway, my Gucci sunglasses, which was keeping the strands of hair that fell out of my bun off my face so that my features would be recognized, were beginning to fall down as I strutted. I was so lost in my schedule that I accidently collided into someone and fell to the cold, marble ground, Thank goodness I was late so there was nobody else in the halls to experience this highly embarrassing fall. ==

"Sorry," A sweet, deep voice apologized.
== I looked up and noticed a really delicious looking guy with floppy brown hair, a chiseled face, muscular body, deep caramel eyes, and the faintest whisp of freckles gently splattered on his nose. I've seen this guy before, he's one of the boys who is obsessed with Deedee. My heart dropped, because unfortunately, this guy wasn't mega popular. I have a scale: First, there's the nerds, then middle-class, then popular, and then mega popular. This guy probably fell into the popular category, but to tell you the truth, I've always found the popular guys more attractive than the mega popular ones. Probably because mega popular guys are all clean, rich, and proper while the popular guys are more laid back, cool, carefree, and real. That floppy hairstyle always made me melt. But since he wasn't mega popular, sadly, I could not be seen having a conversation with him. It'll bring my popularity quotient down a notch. ==