Chapter 1
On the first day at my new school, I realized that I needed to do my laundry or I would be stuck wearing the clothes that my aunt had gotten me for the next couple of days. As it was I would at least be stuck with them on my first day. I had never tried for popular on the first day at a new school before, but considering my choice of clothes that day, I figured what the hell? Might as well see what the reaction would be. So I donned a very non-Joan outfit; a low, grass green, tight-fitting V-neck to show off my cleavage and waist, a pair of light blue, snug, frayed-edged short shorts, some black not-quite-fishnets that I had bought for Halloween (to make me feel more secure) and a pair of black strap-heels no higher than two inches. Pushing my honey-golden hair, bleached from hours in the sun and pool, back with a headband I applied a light layer of make-up. A faint silver eyeshadow to make my eyes pop, a little mascara and a dab of lip gloss. When I was done I let my hair fall down in the waves it had acquired from the buns I usually had it in and parted it to the side. When I looked in my full-length mirror I was surprised to see that I was not disgusted. In fact I was almost attracted to myself. On others I had found this kind of outfit ridiculous and even downright slutty, but the way I presented it on myself, it looked like I owned the world. When I walked downstairs that morning and into the kitchen, Hamish cat-called, his twin sister Harriet, commonly known as Harry and affectionately called Riet by Joan and Hamish, looked up from her phone approvingly and smiled (actually smiled!), John spat out the juice he had just sipped and looked rather shocked and my mom was overjoyed. She started to go on about how I needed a real life and good friends, not like my previous ones, before I had finally was able to get a word in edge-wise and explain that this was a one-time thing, and that I was doing an experiment. Mom's face fell, John looked relieved and satisfied and went up to try it himself, Harry clucked disapprovingly and Hamish groaned sadly. I just grabbed my toast and reminded John that we were almost late and that I would not wait for him for long.
I was not disappointed on my first day at Garfield High. As this was a small-town school, everyone knew everyone else and nothing happened until someone got a make-over or a new kid popped in. So of course there were lots of whispers, cat-calls and sizing up when John and I had walked down the halls to the principal's office. We both kept blank looks on their faces as we always had, and walked side-by-side. Neither was embarrassed by the other. We were both attractive and we each knew it, It had simply taken a bit longer for me to learn to use this to my advantage. I was appreciating the envious looks and obvious stares as I walked around with my brother. Until Sally Donovan had approached me. Then I regretted ever deciding to see what would happen if I were popular.
This was ridiculous. Here I was, minding her own business, going to my first class of the day, when this black girl comes up to me in the middle of the hallway. We stood eye-to-eye and I realized that the other girl's heels were taller. Smirking at the thought that I was taller than the Queen Bee, I almost missed Sally's offer to be her right-hand man. Well, woman. I sized her up again. Slutty outfit, too much makeup, push-up bra and fake hair. If this was the so-called head-honcho, I figured her dad must be pulling money out of his ass to buy her friends.
"Sorry, I don't think you'd like me. I have a bit of an attitude, especially if I think someone wears too much make-up, is dressed like a slut or doesn't have the personality to be a real friend. Seeing as you strike out on all three accounts I'll have to politely decline your offer and go on my merry way. Hopefully we both just forget the other exists. Or rather, hopefully you're smart enough to leave me alone while I'm here. Revenge is petty, and I am not above it. Toodle-oo!" Joan side-stepped Sally Donovan and walked away amidst many "Ooooohs" and "She got you good!", leaving a dumbstruck posse and a chuckling twin brother to clean up the mess.
A/N Second fanfic! Actually basically it's also my first. I have some ideas on how to continue but I need you're help. Give me some ideas, pls? I'm going to start some polls with the ideas I get.