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I'm not the smartest, but I'm definitely not stupid. I'm. . . average, yeah, that's it. Average. I have lots of friends, but I'm not friends with them all. I call the ones I barely talk to, my "side friends." They're only good for when you need them so keep them nearby. Basically, they're just dePetontion on the lawn.
In English, I sit next to Agastya: the soccer captain. He's not a bad boy, but he doesn't care to get in trouble if he happens to be shoved in that kind of a situation. Those ocean, radiating, blue eyes and hair so dark, it's practically black, I'll tell you, is not not attractive. You can tell by his teeth that he's previously had braces and still wears his retainer because those shiny pearls are in too neat of a row to be freakin' humanly possible. It's weird though how all the girls gawk at the soccer team and all the boys drool over our volleyball team.
This school's a little backwards with the whole "who's group is popular" thing. Instead of the football team and the cheerleaders being the cool, mellow crowd, it's the volleyball team and the soccer team. And I don't even know why. There's nothing special about them. They just beat the baby powder and cow intestines out of their opponents. Half of them aren't attractive, either.
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