Nicole was a fun girl to be friends with. She had always been pretty, full of life, and popular, ever since they first met in the second grade. She had taken me under her wing, which was hard, since when I was in the second grade I was too awkward and too grown to make friends on my own.
She was dating a boy in our grade, Parker, who was equally as popular in his own right. Parker had his friend group, and Nicole had hers, so it meant that we had to mingle and all attempt to get along. It also helped that Charlotte, who was another friend of our's, was dating Parker's best friend, Matthew.
That was a lot of names already, and there was about four more of us in the group. Those just happened to be the ones I liked.
"We're going to La Push," Nicole informed me Friday, walking up to Abigail's car. Her older brother drove her home, too, but he was a senior. "And no excuses this time, you need some sun on your skin."
I was very pale compared to Nicole. That was just genetics, since there was hardly enough sun to sunbathe in, but she wouldn't listen to reason.
Several cars down, a car blared its horn. Nicole rolled her eyes, "That's Jack. Bye Kate, see you tomorrow!"