~~~~~~~~Tina's POV~~~~~~~~ "Luke Wolfe," Ashley read out loud. "See, look here. That's the guy who saved you." I grabbed her yearbook. Luke Wolfe… Luke Wolfe… ah, there he was… my breath caught when I saw him. He had dark brown hair, almost black, and soft brown eyes. "He… saved me?" I breathed. "Yeah," Ashley mused. "So now there's two hot guys. Luke Wolfe and Chris Finlay." I just wanted to say their names before I forget
Short but it'll work ~~~~~~~~Alexis POV~~~~~~~~ Tina is going to pay dearly. I called Trey last night, and I did something I never do-I asked for him back. "Hey Trey. I just want you to know I really like you," I told him. "I know Tina broke up with you, and can you be my boyfriend? Please Trey, I know you like me, and I like you. So just come to me, and I'll love you." Did I actually like him? Eh. A little. But it's good for my popularity, and I hate being dumped. Because I never am. "I'm sorry Alexis," Trey sighed. "I don't know what came over me, but I regret that kiss. I love Tina, not you." "**** you." I muttered. I had ruined my pride enough. I wasn't going to grovel at his feet. "Well I can't help that," Trey shot back. "I can't help that I happen to not like stuck up, rich *****es." "Why you-" the line suddenly went dead. Cursing, I jabbed in another number. "May I speak to Jordyn?" I asked sweetly. As soon as Jordyn answered the phone, I barked out "We're going to make Christina Layafette's life a living ****. Tell Taylor too." ~~~~~~~~Tina's POV~~~~~~~~ It's him. I was at my locker, putting my stuff away when I saw him. And where was Ashley? Nowhere to be seen, of course. Probably already at her class. I shut my locker and turned to face him. "H-hi, Luke," I stammered. He was even hotter in person… "Thanks for… uh… heh, I was knocked out when you came so I don't even know what you did so thanks for being there and…" I was talking too much now. "Thanks for saving me." I finished, my cheeks burning bright red. "No problem." "But, uh, how did you know my name? I heard you saying it…" "Um, I… heard your friend calling you that." "Okay…" I said, looking closer at him. He looked kind of familiar… huh. Probably because I had seen him before, but didn't notice him. "Well, I got to get to class. We're almost late. See ya!" Clutching my books, I waved and dashed off in the other direction. ~~~~~~~~Jordyn's POV~~~~~~~~ I strode through the halls, feeling like I own this place. And I partly do. Because I, Jordyn Silvett, am Georgio Silvett's daughter. He's only the hottest fashion designer. But of course, I have to hide that fact and pretend that my dad is just some other person so I can "experience a real school learning opportunity without paparazzi following me". Yeah, whatever. And I'm only the second most popular because Alexis "took me under her wing" and "made" me popular. No one knows that I'm actually the richest person in the school. Lost in thought, I almost stumbled on Tina talking to this cute guy. Scrambling out of the way just in time, I heard Tina leaving. This was my time to act. "Hey honey, that's a… cute outfit," I chirped, recoiling inwardly with disgust. Ew. Such a gross outfit. Luckily, she didn't seem to notice my hesitation. But she did seem a little surprised I was talking to her. "Um, thanks." She replied. "And I absolutely…" Almost choke. "Love that necklace!" I'm lucky I took acting classes, otherwise I could never be able to say that. "Thanks, I like your outfit too." She glanced at my outfit, probably jealous. Yep, that was designed by my dad. You better like it, you freak. Almost there, just a little longer… "And I have another thing to say…" I mentioned. "Yeah?" She looked at me, standing in front of the janitor's closet. "You stole her boyfriend, *****. That's what you get." And with that, I shoved her in, locking the door. **** you, *****.
~~~~~~~~Tina's POV~~~~~~~~ "NO!!" I screeched, pounding on the door. "Jordyn! Come back! Please, unlock this! Please! I'm sorry! I didn't mean anything bad!" It was no use. I could hear Jordyn's snide laughter floating away. "Please…" I whispered, sinking to the ground. How long was she-or they, because Alexis is probably behind this all-going to keep me locked up in here? At the earliest, probably the end of the day. I needed to get out of here. I got up and jiggled the doorknob. It was no use. It was firmly locked. "Why do they even put locks on these?" I muttered, pounding the door. Maybe I could break it down. As the late bell rung, I gritted my teeth and rammed the door with all my might, to no avail. This was one strong door… Hmm… I was running out of ideas. The door was locked, strong, and there wasn't even a little window to peek out of. And now I was going to be late to class. I stopped my efforts and thought. Was there any other way? Wait, I know. I remember seeing it in a movie once, when the girl picks the lock with a bobby pin in her hair. But I didn't have any bobby pins! **** this choice of hairstyle! I frantically looked through my binders. I'm gonna be late, I'm gonna be really late, I hope I don't get detention… Aha! I found a paper clip, wedged in a pocket of my binder. Quickly unbending it, I stuck it in the keyhole. I wiggled it around a bit and suddenly… nothing happened. "C'mon, c'mon, hurry up," I urged. "Almost there…" I wiggled it some more. Nothing was happening. Feeling a surge of hopelessness, I jammed my paper clip in the keyhole. ****. The tip broke off, leaving the rest of it stuck in the keyhole. "Ugh!" I shouted. "Why. Won't. It. Work?!" Jabbing the tip of my pencil in to try to get the rest of the paper clip out, I only succeeded in shoving it further in the hole. I felt the paper clip pushing a bar back, then… click! The door swung open on smoothly oiled hinges. Quickly gathering up my stuff, I raced to class, sliding into my seat as everyone stared. "You're late, Ms. Layafette." Mr. Phillips looked at me over the top of his glasses. "Jordyn locked me in the janitor's closet!" I protested. "I just got out!" "Then why was Ms. Silvett on time?" He asked coldly. "It certainly doesn't seem that way, and it is very impolite to blame other students." "But it was Jordyn's fault! She and Alexis and probably Taylor too planned this! I-" "Oh, so now it's three people's fault?" Mr. Phillips asked coldly. "Case closed, Tina, you have detention." Cheeks burning, I lowered my gaze. It was no use arguing anymore. As Mr. Phillips continued his lesson, I could feel Alexis, Taylor, and Jordyn's satisfied gaze on me. They had gotten revenge.