Yes, I'm popular. Yes, I sit at the "cool" table. Yes, I've got every guy fawning over me. Yes, I'm pretty and everyone treats me like a queen. And I hate it. To guys, I'm not a person. I'm a big, juicy steak. Most of the female population hates my guts. And the rest worship me. Being popular isn't what its all cracked up to be. And to top it all off, I'm stuck smack in the middle of a love triangle.