She infuriates me.

That may seem like too strong a way to put it, but that's the only way I can describe it. She's trapped herself into thinking the only way she'll make it to the top is making nice to the popular kids and ignoring the rest of us. The way she averts my eyes and makes exuses when I ask to work with her on a project has taught me I'm in the latter category.

The second thing that infuriates me is the fact that she fails to see what is right in front of her face. She can't seem to realize that Casey is her only true friend -- the rest of the "populars" don't care about her at all. She also doesn't see through him. He's used her a number of times, lied to and manipulated her, and still has the nerve to call her a "friend". Yet she still has feelings for him. The phony player, the heartless skirt chaser. She saves his butt when he messes up, and he doesn't appreciate it. It's sickening.

Here she comes now. She walks with such confidence, like she's so sure of herself. But if you look as close as I do, you'll see she's really self-doubting, worrying if she picked out the right outfit that morning or that she might trip in front of the almighty Derek.

She was going to pass right by me, but I stepped in front of her.

"Hi Emily," I said. She looked around the hallway, but never at my eyes.

"Uh...h-hi Trevor," she said nervously. I was about to say something, but her eyes focused on something over my shoulder. I looked around...oh. Him. I saw her face brighten and I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Ugh.

I stepped aside and let her pass, then watched her go. She walked forward without looking back.