Zoe knew something was wrong. She knew something had changed, and that the something was her.
The problem was, she couldn't make herself care enough to do anything about it!
"Zoe!" The voice of Athena DeVries, Zoe's closest friend, rang out, "What the fuck are you wearing?!"
Zoe spun to her right and looked startled toward her friend. Sure, Athena was right, that Zoe was dressed completely out of character, but why did she care so much? Probably just jealous, Zoe thought, noticing a small group of boys walking by, checking her out.
"You look like some kind of slut!" Athena continued.
Zoe smiled at the boys, and at Athena's appraisal. She supposed that her friend was right, and while her logical mind knew that Zoe had never been a slut before, she sure felt like one now. The idea of using her body to get ahead, the idea of gaining popularity by flirting, by teasing, even by fucking, all seemed so appealing.
"So what of it?" Zoe shot back, a melodic tone to her normally monotone voice, "It's, like, my body, so if I want to show it off, what's it to you?"
Athena looked like she'd been slapped. Good, thought Zoe, You have to show these goth bitches who's boss.
"But Zoe," Athena's voice was quieter now, and had a whiny quality to it that made Zoe want to slap her for real, "You're one of us! You're not one of those assholes!"
Zoe rolled her eyes. She could clearly remember being a goth the day before, revelling in it, enjoying it. Her whole identity was tied up in the goth scene. Today, however, she couldn't give a shit. Those goth losers were just a bunch of whiny dorks.
"Fuck you," she said dismissively, "What am I even doing talking to you, you bargain store vampire?"
Then, without a second thought, Zoe turned her back her former best friend and walked over to a crowd of football players. She had a lot of popularity catch-up to play, and she was excited to start playing.
