school, Kayla, not so much. Both were equally popular. Kirstie told me she was always nice, and sometimes people liked her, sometimes they thought she was a freak. âThereâs no way of knowing,â sheâd said. But Iâd always been nice. Hadnât I? How did my lunchroom brawl with Arlene fit into this?
4. Boyfriend. In Hollywood, arm candy boys were always a bonus but not necessary. In Ladel, Rosemary didnât have a boyfriend, but she was probably an exception. Being the girlfriend of someone popular must be an excellent way to get your name on the CF ballots. But do you have to be popular already to get the popular guy? And in the real world of Bowie, could Jason ever be mine?
5. Poise. Even when being grilled on the Oscars red carpet about her personal life, Haden Prescott had not faltered; she graciously declined to answer such questions. Was it even possible for me to keep it together considering the levels of humility Iâd been enduring since V-Day?
6. Academics. Ugh. I hoped you didnât have to be an Eric von Triegerâsmartest person in our classâto be popular. Of course, Eric wasnât really popular. People sort of respected him because he did so well in school, and sometimes he tutored kids. So, is intelligence moot? Many Hollywood actors were high school dropouts, but I didnât respect that. (Hmm . . . funny reading this one as I purposely bombed my algebra quiz.)
7. Confidence. Like Kirstie said, even if I donât have any (which I donât), I should at least fake it.
8. How many friends you have! Iâd lost one and gained another, but was that enough?
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Leaving algebra, I took my list from my bag and got right up to Rosemaryâs desk just as she gathered her books. She had smiled at me during class, so I told myself there was no reason to be intimidated by her.
âHey, Rosemary,â I said enthusiastically. I kind of stood in front of her for a sec, then realized I was blocking her from getting out of the aisle. âOh, sorry,â I offered.
âThatâs okay,â she said, glancing blankly at me with herlong-lashed eyes. I made a mental note of her nude glossy lipstick. As she stepped around me, the smell of green apples wafted past me. How could she smell so good this late in the day?
I followed her out the class door, and when she turned left she looked over her shoulder curiously to see me coming up behind her. I forced my instant fear of looking like a stalker out of my mind and focused on my first task: acting normal.
âHey,â I said again.
âHey.â She grinned, showing her pearl-white crooked front teeth, which, you know, actually looked pretty cute on her. Iâd just assumed sheâd had braces like everyone else . . . except me, of course.
âHey, Kayla,â she said to my spit ânâ sneeze victim, who was walking with Jessica.
âText me!â Kayla called to Rosemary as she passed us, not even bothering to look at me.
âSo,â I said, glancing back at them. I pressed on. âThat quiz sucked, huh?â
She gave a little âhumph,â like something between a laugh and a hiccup. âI guess. Hi again, Jason,â she said as we passed him leaning against the lockers.
Oh, yummy Jason . . .
ââS up, Rosemary,â he said. Did he just smile at me?
âYeah,â I continued. âI hate pop quizzes,â which I immediatelyregretted saying because who likes any sort of quizzes, much less the pop kind?
Rosemary politely stared ahead, so I quickly glanced down at my CF qualities list, then said, âOh, hey, those are really cute jeans. Whereâd you get them?â
As we got to her locker and she started spinning her combination, she started to look downright suspicious of me or maybe just annoyed. But she kept answering my questions.
âThe mall,â was her reply, which wasnât a really revealing answer. I mean, everything