Octavian Country Day High

Hallways

September 25

7:45 a.m.

The hallways' white, polished, shiny ceramic floor reflected the round, elegant lights from the white, arched roof. Half of the walls were made out of wood, and the other half was white painting. Every now and then, a white pillar would be spotted, a group of white lockers in between of each. The classrooms' entrances were made up of one big wooden door, with an exotic, red flower by each door. All the girls were walking around, smiling, laughing and whispering in their designer clothes. But as four, gorgeous girls stepped inside the building, they all moved to the side, giving them space. In came Kristen Gregory, her beautiful, thick dirty blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, for the first time ever, her hair was not braided. Her pouty, red lips were curled up into a small smile. Of course she was the nicest, you could tell by her aqua eyes. Besides her, the red haired beauty, Dylan Marvil, daughter of Mery-Lee Marvil, her emerald green eyes contrasting perfectly with her pale skin. Her pink lips were set in a tight line. Besides her, walking with full authority, was Massie Block, the alpha of the Pretty Committee. Her glossy, chestnut hair ended in locks just in the middle of her shoulders. Her amber eyes looking straight forward, without caring were she stepped foot on. After all, no one was in her way, everybody was standing towards the wall, watching with curiosity, admiration or envy. Besides her, the beta of the Clique, the Gossip Queen, the Spanish beauty, Alicia Rivera, walked in, her brown eyes confident, her straight, dark hair looking perfect, and her exotic, coffee skin glowing. They were the leaders. The role models. The cuties.

Their high heels clacked against the floor. Kristen didn't dare to glance anywhere. Those were Massie's instructions in carpool. When we enter there, enter with full authority. Do nawt dare to look anywhere, or glare at anyone. Stop when I do, and when you do, spin flipping your hair. Kristen didn't think she was supposed to be smiling, but she was anyways. She didn't like entering school, while everybody watched, with her lips set in a tight line, and her eyes looking all cold. Now that Claire Llyons was gone, their former fifth member, now an NLBR, the P.C. had returned to their normal formation. Kristen felt her friends stop, so she did to. She turned around, as instructed, flipping her hair, and opened her lockers, just as the others did. William Block, Massie's father, had arranged for them to get a group of four lockers, one for each girl, next to each other.

"I am totally glad that the boys have the other side of the building. We'll only have to see them at lunch, now. Last year was totally awful," Massie said, looking at herself in the mirror.

Alicia nodded, "The whole school was so…dirty with them around."

Dylan and Kristen both nodded. "Anyways," Dylan chimed in, "I heard that, you, Kristen, have resurfaced on the rich world."

Kristen smiled and nodded. She was finally wearing designer clothes that weren't borrowed, or that she had worked for. She stuffed her books on her pink bag, and looked at her friends, but mostly at Massie. "Request for Gossip Points."

Massie turned around, smiling deviously, "How many?"

"This is big news, something that we would've never thought of happening. 200 points, at least," Kristen replied.

Dylan and Alicia gasped, but Massie remained unmoved, though her eyes looked surprised. "How big is it?" Dylan whispered.

"Try me?" Kristen said, arching her eyebrows.

The girls all nodded, and leaned closer. "Cam and Kuh-Laire-"

"Got married?" Alicia said.

"No Leesh, that's illegal," Kristen said, patiently "What I was trying to say is that Cam and Kuh-Laire broke up two months ago, and they haven't gotten back together."

The whole P.C. gasped, moving their heads back. Ehmagawds and a single What was heard. "Points given," Massie murmured, "How did you find out?"

"You know, that this summer, my family and I moved into a bigger house? We've got a horse stable, and a new horse, for me. The one I told you about?" Kristen asked.

"Vanilla?" Massie said, her eyes bright.

Kristen nodded, and Massie smiled. Kristen knew Massie was just as happy as she was about having a horse. "Well, my parents enrolled me in Horseback Riding lessons, and guess who I see?"

"Who?" the girls asked in unison.

"Cam Fisher!"

The girls once again gasped, "Ehmagawd, Cam?" Massie exclaimed.

Kristen nodded knowingly, and the girls' mouth dropped open. "So, I heard him and Chris Abeley talking about it while we were grooming our horses," Kristen finished.

"Wait a sec," Alicia said, confused.

"You said Chris?" Massie asked.

Kristen nodded, "Yeah, Mass. He has been in horseback riding lessons ever since he was twelve."

"Didn't he leave the classes this summer? Doesn't he hate horses right now?" Massie interrogated.

Kristen let out a shocked laugh. "Massie, are you kidding me? I clearly remember him helping me to get on my horse. Cam was watching, want to ask him today at lunch?"

Alicia's lips were set into a tight line, and she glanced at Massie, "She lied," Alicia said, angrily.

"I don't think Kristen lied," Dylan defended.

"No, not Kristen. Layne," Massie corrected.

"What does Layne Abeley have to do with all this?" Kristen asked, clearly confused.

Massie sighed, " Alicia and I went shopping last week. We saw Layne shopping at Burberry."

"Layne hates Burberry," Dylan added.

Alicia and Massie nodded. "That's the problem. She was buying a size 2 plaid skirt, so it couldn't be for her mom. When we asked her about it, she told us that Chris was quitting his horseback riding lessons, and that the skirt was a farewell gift for his teacher," Alicia said.

Kristen shook his head, "Obviously she was lying, because Chris is still my horseback riding classmate, and Mrs. Crandall is nawt a size 2."

"That LBR is hiding something under her cheap sleeve, and if she lied to us, it means it includes us," Massie fumed.

"Wait, I saw Kuh-Laire and that Sydney girl shopping at MAC," Dylan commented, "They always buy their make-up at Target, not at stores we use, and they almost never use make-up."

"Girls, I also heard Cam telling Chris that he broke up with Kuh-Laire because she was being secretive about everything, and she kept cancelling dates," Kristen said, surprised.

"They are plotting against us!" Massie exclaimed.

"We have to find out what they want to do first, before they apply it to us," Alicia said, matter-of-factly.

"How?" Kristen and Dylan asked in unison.

"We'll go to the direct source of Kristen's gossip," Massie replied, her amber eyes narrowing.

"The ex-HARTs?" Dylan gasped.

"Today, at lunch we'll interrogate Fisher," Massie demanded. She then finished the conversation by turning around. She started walking to her next class, the P.C. following behind. Kristen bit her bottom lip. If Layne and Claire were up to something, Kristen certainly didn't want to be part of it. Even if Claire wasn't part of the clique anymore, her and Layne were still Kristen's friends. Or were they?

To: Fellow reader / From: Spy in Disguise / Subject: Author's Note

If you are reading this, it means that you have read my first uploaded chapter in Fan Fiction, and I want to thank you very much. As I am new, my stories will not be as good as others here, so I would like to know in what I can do better, meaning I would love some constructive reviews-and normal reviews :) So, tell me if I should continue this, because this is just like a prologue/intro to the story.

The Clique, its words and its characters belong to Lisi Harrison,

Spy in Disguise.