Brittany's POV. Striding in the halls, I looked fierce. Of course, I knew I looked fierce. And yeah, let the rumors spread. I'm a secret CIA agent; or my uncle is Bill Gates. Whaatever. I got the real story. I'm the girl that brought Auvrey to popularity. But now, she is so lame-as*. I leave for a month. A freggin' month and the whole school is full of herds of nerds, groups of dorks. What the hell happened? In case everyone forgot, my daddy is an A-list star so excu-use me if he wanted to bring his precious daughter to a one-month vacation to the Bahamas. Jealous, much? And as I was saying, dorks, nerds, looosers everywhere. It's so...... Wrong. And get this, according to my sources, some Cassy girl got not one, but two guys up her sleeve. I mean, come ON! Sure, I probably got a looot more than her but she's a loser, a freak. And she ended up in the hospital. I say it again, FREEEAK. So I decided to regain my queenship. I got Taylor and Crystal, not thE smartest blondes in the world, but they'll do. They're pretty. And I got Natalya Sweet, innocent, Natalya. Tsk, tsk. Once she decided to be my friend, there's no goin back, gurl. "Briiiiiit!" a squeaky voice chriped, rushing up to me. I held my hand out, stopping Auvrey. I head-to-toed her. Um, ew. "First up, Auv, ripped jeans are so last season and the low-cut sweater? You look like something that came out from a night club. And yeah, wedged heels? Seriously?" Auvrey stood there, her mouth hanging open. "B*tch, please, get a life." I finished, turing around Auvrey and walking away, with my posse. I was in place.
C'mon everyone! Let's make this 50 pages! 8 more to go! HERE'S AN UPDATE: ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• CASSY's POV I was talking to Abi (Ginny hadn't forgiven me yet) when I saw Alexander enter the classroom. A hush fell across the room, everyone staring. It didn't go unnoticed that we hadn't been all lovely-dovey lately. I glanced at him; he glanced at me. Three whole seconds passed before I finally l looked away. "So." Abi said, "Friends, huh." I nodded, "Friends." The whole week I was stuck wondering. Did I make the right decision? Maybe...did I want to be more than friends? It all came down to the same answer. No. Right? Suddenly, somehow, for some parrerel reason, the room became more quiet. I mean, it was quiet before, sure, but there was the birds chirping outside, the papers ruffling. But now, the wind stopped blowig and the papers stilled. I turned back to the doorway. A tall, blonde and beautiful girl stood there, surveying the you-could-hear-a-pin-drop room. She was alone but she was still acted fabulous. And she knew she was. Suddenly someone bumped her entering the classroom. "Whatcha all so silent? Gawd, it's not school anymore!" the person groaned. It was Auvrey. I looked at Aurvey, then at Brittany, then at Auvrey along with everybody else. Weren't they, like, besties? Wasn't Brittany the one that made Auvrey popular? Brittany shot a glare at Auvrey before walking up to Alexander. Wait, wha-? Alexander? MY Alexander? Wait, he's not my Alexander now, right? Oh, but still, it was ON.