The "Oh-Em-Gee" Popular Girls

1. The "Oh-Em-Gee" Popular Girls

You see that average girl that looks like the picky type, that is surrounded by normal, too-much-talking girls that excitedly tell each other the latest Justin Bieber or One Direction news? The one that makes a disgusted face when Justin Bieber is mentioned?

Don't get any ideas, that's not me.

That, my dear friends, is my best friend.

I, for one, am a Justin Bieber hater, though not the really bothered one. I just simply think that he should kill himself and then this frantic fan-girl thing will be over.

For once and for all.

Now that I described my best friend, I think you deserve a little information about me. I am the one on the left, with big blue eyes and plain brown hair. Mostly, I have my face in the newest book I bought, or very closely looking at everyone, trying to spot a cliche lurking around.

And there it is, waving the new magazine with - what looks like - shirtless Taylor Lautner on the cover. I internally drooled at all those abs.

I am, after all, a hormonal teenage girl. I like abs.

Anyway, the cliche is wearing some sky-high heels, with a belt as a skirt and a barely there bra as a shirt. It has blonde hair and very fake bright blue eyes complimented with an extremely big smile screeching some incoherent words.

That is my cliche of the day. The "Oh-Em-Gee" popular girls. We love'em, we hate'em. More importantly, we give them the confirmation to walk on us and we don't do anything about it. A little info about them:
-Their natural habitat is in the bathroom, where they always go in groups. They usually always fix their make-up over there.
-Their second habitat is the classroom, believe it or not, where they come to flirt with the British exchange students that have abs to their toes.
-If you don't wear disco balls that break your legs, you're out of the group.
-And they scream - more like screech - some not-too-familiar words from which you can hardly make out the very big amount of "Oh-Em-Gee"s that they pronounce like a two year old.

Yay.

I see that girl jumping up and down and shoving the magazine at another girl like her who acts - and looks - just like her.

I leaned at my best-friend.

"Cliche," I whispered and grinned when I heard her groan.