disclaimer] I don't own anything you recognize. I wish I owned Massie Block's wardrobe, but I don't, ):
an] hello! this is my first story on fanfiction, and I hope you guys enjoy it, (:
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"Any sign of them yet?" Massie Block spoke, lazily leaning against the large oak tree placed in the front lawn of Briarwood Octavian Academy, or BOA to the students. Her amber eyes roamed the front lawn as she looked for the other 'clique' that attended BOA. She tucked a loose strand of chestnut hair behind her ear to keep it from falling in her eyes.
"No, thank God." Claire Lyons folded her arms as a sly smirk fell onto her face. She cocked her head to the right, and her white-blonde hair tumbled over her shoulder in natural waves. "When I see them, it's going to be way too soon."
"Don't be scared to see them," Josh Hotz said, walking up to the group. "Hell, I'm ready to see them. I want to see their startled faces when they realize that they're worth nothing at this school and that they're just a bunch of lonely bitches who think they have a spot here."
"Damn Josh, what happened to you over the summer?" Kemp Hurley joked, casually punching Josh in the shoulder.
Josh had changed over the summer. Before the summer of 2014, Josh was already considered the mysterious, unknown prep boy with a well-known dangerous side, but over the summer Josh had completely hardened his preppy side until he became a total bad-ass. He changed up his hairstyle, switching it from a shaggy hairdo to a sexy spiky cut. His dark eyes lured girls in, and heightened his ego to the max, making him cockier then he already was. Josh used this to his advantage, and eventually became the egotistical player that he is now.
Dylan Marvil laughed. "He got better, that's for sure. I definitely like this bad-ass player thing you going on. Maybe this year I'll get a taste." She winked, and everyone cracked up.
"Back off whore, he's mine," Claire joked, pretending to glare at her friend.
"Ladies, ladies, there's enough Hotz to go around. No need to fight." Josh placed his arms on Claire and Dylan's shoulders and pulled them into a messy hug.
"Okay children," Massie intervened, pushing herself off the tree. "It's time for us to head to the auditorium."
"It's so girly," Kemp mumbled, loud enough for Josh to hear as they clique headed towards the front doors with the rest of the student body. "Like the Café. Are you fucking kidding me? We're at a school, not some fancy shop down in Brooklyn."
Josh laughed and Claire snickered. Dylan rolled her eyes at their complaints but cracked a smile anyways. Massie just nonchalantly lead her friends through the front doors and to the ATM-looking machines that would then spit out their schedules.
"We'll compare schedules when we get to the auditorium. Come on." Massie lead her clique through the halls, and she was delighted to see everyone part for them. They walked five-wide down the hallway, the girls on Massie's left and the boys to her right. When they got to the auditorium, the alpha signaled for Claire to check for the other group.
"They're not there," Claire uttered, falling back into step by Massie.
"Coast clear, let's go." Massie shoved open the double doors, her signature smirk falling onto her face.
The group walked through the auditorium towards their seats in the back, their swagger growing as the student body turned and looked at the hottest group in school. Josh and Kemp sent girls into horny messes with a simple wink and nod of the head while Claire and Dylan flirted with boys mercilessly. Massie just ignored everyone; it was her go-to tactic to make people try to get with her, but her try with no one.
They sat down in the back row, where Josh and Claire had to make seventh-graders move so they would have seats. Massie high-fived Claire after she gave a kick-ass comeback to get the younger girl to move.
"Look, the bitches have arrived." Josh nodded his head towards the doors at the front of the auditorium, where five students stood.
In the front was Kristen Gregory, the wannabe alpha at BOA. To her right was Alicia Rivera, and behind Kristen was Olivia Ryans. To Kristen's left was Derrick Harrington and Cam Fisher, the exes of Massie and Claire.
"She does know we aren't at a stripper club, right?" Massie said, mortified as to what Kristen was wearing: a short, tight white dress that barely covered her barely there butt.
Dylan snickered. "She's trying to get your attention Josh."
Josh rolled his eyes and leaned forward in his seat. "I don't see why, she's not my type."
Kristen lead her phony clique through the auditorium, trying to walk like she was the shit. Really, it was just making her look like she had a weird limp in her legs.
When Kristen and her clique walked past the others to get to some empty seats, Claire pretended to cough and say, 'Losers'.
Kristen turned around. "Excuse you, slut?"
"Back off," Kemp snapped, sticking up for Claire. They didn't like each other, per say, but Kemp and Claire always stood up for each other no matter what.
"Oh, look at you, protecting your girlfriend." Kristen rolled her eyes.
"Leave, whore." Massie rolled her eyes and glared at Kristen. "If you don't leave me and my friends alone, I will make sure this entire school finds out about the fourth of July, and I know you don't want them to find out."
Kristen's skin paled, as if that was even possible. She shook her head and mustered up as much hate into her facial expression before leading her clique away.
"What happened fourth of July?" Kemp asked, facing Massie.
"That's a different story for a different day," Massie said, looking forward.
an] sorry for how short it is, but this is it for chapter one. it's kind of scrappy, sorry about that. the chapters in the future will be so much better, I promise.
I hope you guys enjoy this, leave a review and tell me what you think, (:
-elli