phonies
Welcome, welcome, everyone :)
How's life? It's been awhile, hasn't it? Well, I think I'm back. Maybe.
Title: Phonies
Style: Multi-Chap (multi-multi-multi chap to you)
What: Old story that I've attempted to revamp, read more at the bottom for plot hints
Enjoy...if you dare
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Chapter 1 – "First Bell"
BOCD, Westchester NY
The Back Garden
September 15th (Mon)
7:51 AM
"Anyone seen 'em yet?" Derrick Harrington spoke lazily, leaning back on the old oak behind OCD, or BOCD as it now was to be called. His golden hair flopped in his brown eyes as he surveyed the crop of students milling in front of him. None dared to come near him or his pack; everyone knew that they were untouchable. For now, at least.
It was T-minus four minutes until the official end of summer. The air still smelled like honeysuckle, and all the boys still had their summer tans intact. It would take a while before it really started to feel like fall.
"Nope," Griffin Hastings offered his answer. No one knew where the pretty committee was. In fact, no one had even seen the girls since the beginning of summer, a fact all the boys were thankful for. Griffin knew for a fact that Kemp and Chris still had nightmares from Dylan's over-eating and burping contests. Griffin was just thankful that Kristen Gregory, and her stalking, faux-goth tendencies were behind him.
"Don't tell me you guys are nervous to see them." A third voice joined the conversation, belonging to Cam Fisher. "We're going to fucking rule this school. Period." Cam had hardened up over the summer. The incessant calls from Claire Lyons had heightened his confidence and enlarged his ego. He put away the flower-giving, gummy-bear-loving version of himself and focused on making himself the best eighth grader he could be. He'd cut his hair, and his blue eye had started to look greener, which was a total bonus. His opinion of himself was high, and it was rising by the minute with each girl who checked him out.
"We're not. Revenge is still on, right?" Griffin responded immediately, sitting up straight. He too had dropped his silly tendencies over the summer, losing the hair mascara and firmly scoring a place in the Briarwood (or now, BOCD) élite.
"Of course, dude," said Josh Hotz, a fourth member of the six-boy clique. He was mindlessly clicking his pen as he stared up into the branches of the tree, slightly zoned out.
Abruptly, a lurid bell formally announced the start of the school year. Chris Plovert, Kemp Hurley, Derrick Herrington, Cam Fisher, Josh Hotz and Griffin Hastings reluctantly got to their feet and started to shuffle towards the front doors with the rest of the crowd.
"Guess summer's done," said Cam, as they finally made it through the giant front doors of building B1. All of the boys nodded somberly as they received their schedules from weird girly ATM-looking things. They all found that they had received lockers in the main hall of Building B1, probably due to Chris' father's influence on BOCD. When they arrived at their numbers, all the boys were internally overjoyed to find that they had received full lockers side-by-side.
"Not bad." Griffin said, looking into his locker. BOCD staff had outfitted it with all of his textbooks already, plus a small welcome pouch of gourmet candy.
"Close your mouth," Derrick joked, slugging the blonde former-goth in the arm. Griffin immediately countered with a shin kick, and Derrick called it even before a playful fistfight could break out in the halls on the first day.
"Looks like we're to go to the lunchroom," reported Josh, who was the only one clutching the "Welcome back" information sheet and schedule. "Oh, excuse me-" he put on a bad British accent and pursed his lips, "the Café. Everything here has such a girly name."
The sentence seemed to break the sullen tension emanating from the boys. They all laughed, having fun at the expense of BOCD. They all started their strut down to the Café, Derrick and Cam leading them along. Once the co-alphas reached the double doors, their expressions grew somber in unison. At Derrick's signal, Cam peeked in the lunchroom.
Immediately, he cheered. "No soccer-stalkers in sight!" The boys all whooped, and they started to walk in the room. The symphony chairs screeching on the floor was the soundtrack of their saunter. Everyone, even the little seventh-graders, wanted a glance at the soccer stars. The heat from the stares intensified their swagger as they slowly made their way towards Table 10, the largest in the Café. Olivia Ryan, Coral "Cici" McAdams and Kori Geldman were waiting.
They too, had gotten hotter over the summer. Kori was no longer the un-sexy, slouching, bad athlete. At Olivia's prodding, she had coaxed her hair to darken to a pretty gold color and she had taken ballet intensives at Body Alive routinely throughout the summer to fix her posture. She was now wearing a long-sleeved silk jersey dress with a braided belt and brown leather sandals, probably borrowed from Olivia herself.
Cici had changed her name, dyed her hair back to her "natural" (she claimed) light blonde. Everything about her had shrunk, except for her formidable boobs. A fine linen shirt, dark denim shorts and gold cowboy boots left little to the imagination on the first day.
And Olivia… well, Olivia was every guys best dream now. Her third nose job had hit the mark, and her whole look had shifted with it. She was still an air head, but in reality, no one cared. She wore a pale blue silk sun dress, her long silken hair in a fishtail braid.
As soon as the guys sat down, Olivia made her way over to Cam. Their summer fling was still hanging on by a thread. It makes sense, Cam thought with satisfaction, hottest guy with the hottest girl. Cici and Kori weren't tied down, per se, but they always gravitated towards a certain few. Chris and Josh's laps were soon occupied. Josh had finally come to his senses in July, and dumped Alicia. Sure, she was still hot, maybe as hot as Olivia, but if she insisted upon hanging around the soccer-stalkers and being one, she was no better than the others.
"Alright! Quiet down, please!" A young man shouted from the front of the Café. Everyone instantly assumed he was the new principle assisting the bird lady and continued on with their conversations. Finally, the bird lady herself managed to make them shut up with a loud squeal of microphone feedback. The Café went silent.
Cam shifted Olivia on to his other knee as he playfully poked her thigh.
"Before I begin, let me introduce Dean Don. He will be replacing Dean Smith-"
The wide double-door entrance of the Café squeaked open. Everyone in the room turned to watch Massie Block, Dylan Marvil, Kristen Gregory, Alicia Rivera, and Claire Lyons walk in the room. Massie was, of course, in the lead, wearing some idiotic glittery purple shirt that made her look like she was a bad memory from the eighties. Cam was honestly surprised. Wasn't the pretty committee all about looking good? Massie was as far away from the season's runway as Elmo.
The other girls didn't matter, Cam decided. He didn't even glance at Claire, instead focusing on Olivia's hair brushing against his face.
Just as the pretty committee neared their table, Josh sneezed.
"Fugly."
Table 10 erupted into snickers, just as the rejects walked by their table. Claire broke out of the silly all-together dance-step they were doing to stare directly at Cam. Everyone noticed. Cam could feel Olivia stiffen as she slid back further in Cam's lap.
"Chill, babe," he whispered into her ear, hugging his arms around her trim waist. Olivia immediately relaxed and sent him a wide smile.
"Since we're all here now-" the bird lady paused to glare at the pretty committee as they settled into Table 18. "-we'd like to introduce you to some new seventh and eighth grade students this year. Please be courteous to them, and please help them around school. Remember, they don't know OCD, excuse me, BOCD as well as you do!"
Beside Cam, Derrick scoffed. Cam knew that nobody in their group would be anywhere close to courteous to the newbies. The bird lady spoke a long list of seventh graders in monotone, the little kids entering one by one, red-faced.
Cam zoned out mid-way through, and started playing with Olivia's hair.
"And for the last of the eighth graders: Ahnna Pincher, Launa Gautier, Shauna West and Brianna Jeffries. Welcome to our school."
The four-girl group paused at the front of the room to wave to the audience. This caught Cam's attention. Who would wave at the crowd other than pretentious Massie Block and her herd of stalkers? Squinting, he picked out the girls as they started to walk towards the tables. Suddenly, he couldn't break his gaze away. Every guy in the room was staring. The girls were wearing very short skirts.
The blonde in the center of the group glanced at him. She must have noticed him staring, or maybe the open seats at the table. She was clearly the Massie Block of the group.
"Hello. I'm Ahnna. Ahnna Pincher." She extended her delicate hand for a shake. Cam, surprised at the traditional introduction, paused before extending his callused hand for a shake. Hearing a gasp, Cam turned briefly to see the pretty committee staring at Ahnna in shock. He immediately turned around and steadied Olivia on his thigh.
"Cam Fisher. Do you know…them?" He smiled as he threw his thumb over his shoulder dismissively.
"Unfortunately, yes. We used to go to school with Massie." Ahnna threw her curls back and let out a short, melodic laugh. "Thank god those days are over."
"I'm Olivia." Olivia suddenly spoke, extending her arm robotically. It was obvious she felt threatened. Cam thought she was right to feel so. Ahnna was blonde, beautiful and apparently had a great personality.
"Oh, pardon me!" Ahnna spoke charmingly, ignoring Olivia entirely. Cam tried to lessen the blow by playfully pulling back Olivia's arm and giving her a reassuring kiss on the cheek when Ahnna's back was turned. "Let me introduce the girls."
"Launa," she nodded her head towards a tall brunette with startlingly ice blue eyes. The girl smiled and took a free seat.
"Shauna." An incredibly petite towhead waved alluringly from the other side of the table.
"Brianna," Ahnna finished with a nod towards an astonishingly beautiful Asian girl.
"Nice to meet you guys," said Cam. He meant it. "This is Josh, Kemp, Chris, Griffin, Derrick, Cici, Olivia and Kori." All three of the original girls smiled brightly in greeting, trying to mask their blank disappointment. They were no longer the single audience of all the guys' attention. No longer the without-question hottest girls in the school. No longer the sole heirs of the OCD female alpha crown.
"Oh, believe me, the pleasure is mine." Ahnna widened her cerulean eyes, giving Cam an alluring look.
It's going to be a good year, Cam thought to himself. When Ahnna dragged a chair next to him with a suggestive smile, he thought: Oh yeah. It's definitely going to be a good year.
What do you guys think? I love Ahnna Pincher as a character. She's one of those special few that can be interpreted canonically any way you want to. So yes, this is a rewrite of the PC's eighth grade year. Nothing is for certain at BOCD, especially when Ahnna's there.
Let me clear up a few things for the future, just so we aren't confused.
- Unless explicitly stated, most of the crazy stuff that happened in the Summer Collection either doesn't matter or didn't happen
- I changed the way Harrison spelled "Lana". I really don't like the spelling, so Lana is now Launa
- Claire was in Dial L, and the movie was not a flop, but no one really cares enough to idolize her anymore
So, again: what do you guys think? I'd love it if you'd drop me a review. I don't know when I'll update this, I have the next ten or so chapters written. My deal with myself is that every time I post a prewritten chapter, I have to write another one to replace it.
QOTD: What's your favorite new/newish writer in the Clique fandom? I've got some catching up to do, fic-wise.
xx,
Bridget