POV: Calla Harlow
“So, why don’t you use contact lenses instead of walking around with glasses?” Amy, a girl with red hair, asked.
“I don’t know. I guess I am just used to it,” I responded, forcing a smile.
“I can understand. It is hard for old habits to just die so easily,” Miranda, a soft-spoken girl chipped in, munching her chips gently.
In case you were wondering what was going on, this is what happened. Ever since Adan acknowledged his mistakes, apologized to me in front of the whole school, and kissed me, I had quite become one of the most popular girls in school. Everyone suddenly wanted to be my friend and talk to me, much to my annoyance.
Contrary to what Adan believed, I did not find my newly acquired popularity welcoming. I had always been known as an Omega whose father bet
