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started racing. He pulled into the only open spot in the parking lot . I watched as he and Derek climbed out of the car.
    Abbie was rambling on and on about how they better be back in 45 minutes or she will get grounded. She cannot be more than 5 minutes late or she gets grounded. I hear it every time we go out. She starts worrying an hour before her curfew and ten minutes before, she is in panic mode. She has never been grounded and not sure she will ever be, but she acts like she would get the torture chamber if she does. The dreaded dungeon she always calls it. I knew her mom was already asleep and never knew when she came home.
    I watched Michael walk up to the counter to order. I glanced to the other side of the restaurant and saw Hailey Barnes. Erica always called her ‘ Miss Popularity ’ , no need to explain why. Everyone claimed to hate Hailey, but she always seemed to have a posse worshipping her. At least that was on the outside looking in, but I was pretty good at people watching, and loved studying how people acted. The way I see it, Hailey and her cronies used each other to be a group. All the girls Hailey was with have talked to me about hating her, but they still cling on. They’re ‘teacher’s kids’ and her dad dy’s the Principal. They did what they wanted in school and no one said or did anything about it. Hailey made out and grinded with guys when she was at fifth grade dances, which gave us all ultimate entertainment. We were scared to even dance with guys at that age.
    I always ignored Hailey. She meant nothing to me and I never worried what she thought of me. The only time I had to deal with her was during c heer and then that was minimal.
    There were three sets of girls in cheer. Hailey’s group, we called the jock groupies. They were the cheerleaders that did “everything and anything” for the jocks. We knew that to be true of Hailey because she never made it a secret. When we were fifteen, we heard her talking about three guys in one night. We had no clue what she was talking about for the longest time.
    The brainiacs made up the second group. They were the studiers and involved in everything that had to do with academics. I liked those girls. They were quiet and sweet, but not a whole lot of personality that I ever noticed.
    Then there were the four of us, Erica, Abbie , Kaitlyn , and me. The jock groupies hated us. I think it was only Hailey, but the other girls never stood up for us when she tried to bully us, which was pretty much every cheer practice.
    Hailey had two bad habits that drove me insane. There was the common use of the word “literally” a habit that she shared with 50 percent of the girls at our school. Everything was literally going to die , literally starving and so on. The other was after almost every sentence she added “and stuff.” I remember the first time I heard it was at practice. She always tried to boss everyone around. “Okay girls, get in line, and stuff. We have a game on Friday night and stuff.”
    “What stuff?” Erica asked.
    “What?” Hailey looked at her confused.
    “What stuff are we doing?”
    “Shut up. That’s what we are doing.”
    I smiled, knowing this was going to get good.
    “Ok,” she continued, glaring at Erica for interrupting, “About the fund raiser and stuff.”
    I looked at Erica, begging her with my eyes to comment. I could tell she was puzzled.
    “Daddy, the principal,” as if we hadn’t been told a million times, “said that we can have the dance on Friday night at the middle school where we can make literally a ton of cash and stuff.”
    “What stuff?” Erica asked again. “And I think it is impossible to raise literally a ton of cash. Do you realize just how much a ton of cash would be? I guess a ton of pennies would be possible, but I tell you one thing,” she snapped her fingers, “I am not rolling a ton of pennies. Telling you right now, Hailey, that is literally not happening.”
    “Erica, I don’t