"Elara!" A loud call brought the fashionably dressed girl with lemon-colored hair to reality.
She faced the caller with a charming smile, it was a slightly taller teen with oppressive obsidian eyes. It was also a boy.
"Yes?"
The boy blushed. "Wanna hang out tomorrow with us?"
Elara observed for a while. When he said "us," there was no one behind him, but everyone knew X. He was vibrant and confident with an okay-looking face. Pretty much the only thing one needed for a successful social life.
And what did it mean to be successful socially? To others, it was X. Everyone knew X, but everyone also knew P.
P was the creep from the next class who had been caught more than once snooping around the girls' locker room—that was definitely a type of popularity, but it didn't constitute success.
…At least, the type we were talking about.
