Surrounded by three or four other cheerleaders, Jessa walked into homeroom. Eyes followed her as she walked to her usual seat in the second-back row; Jessa ignored them. Being exceptionally pretty and the head cheerleader had made her used to attention and stares.
Jessa sat in her seat. The other cheerleaders went to their seats; her best friend, Chelsea, sat behind her.
"Jess," she said, "are you going to Colton's party tomorrow?" Chelsea, a tiny, pixie-like brunette, was the other flyer in the cheerleading squad.
"Of course I am," said Jessa, turning around to face her. "Why wouldn't I?"
"Well, because you and Colton only broke up two weeks ago -- "
"I'm over it," Jessa interrupted. She didn't like anyone mentioning her ex-boyfriend, Colton Harris, the captain of the football team.
Luckily for Jessa, the teacher walked in, followed by a guy Jessa didn't recognise -- he must be new. The only empty seat in the room was right beside Jessa.