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an] forgive me for starting a new story when I should be keeping up with my other one. this idea just popped into my head and I really wanted yall to read it. this is just the prologue, it might seem confusing and not very informational, but stay with me here, (:

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"In high school, there are so many cliques. You're never safe."
-Blake Lively

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Welcome to Briarwood-Octavian Country Day Academy, one of the most prestigious, exclusive, expensive private schools in all of America. In this school, cliques will make or break your years, and you have one opportunity to get in good with the big leagues, or you can call yourself done.

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"Hey, I'm Massie Block. One thing you need to know about me is I'm a raging bitch and I will stop at nothing to keep my crown."

"Oh my God Massie, is it true that Chris Abeley, Derrick Harrington, and Landon Crane broke up with you because they found out you had two STDs?"

The girl in question stood up, towering over the freshman. She locked her amber eyes on the spacey blue ones and calmly began to speak.

"Aw, look at you, you annoying ass freshman. What, did you come into this school believing every rumor about me is true?" She paused for a minute to laugh. "Well, dumbass, that's where you're wrong. Let me enlighten you. I broke up with Chris Abeley because one, he was a senior about to head off to college and Massie Block doesn't do long-distance relationships, and two, he was cramping my rep. I broke up with Derrick Harrington because he was immature as hell and two childish for the likes of me. I broke up with Landon Crane because I figured out he was a lying, wasted ass loser." Massie folded her arms, a smirk on her face. "Next time, get your facts straight before you come accusing me of having a sex disease."

"Hey, I'm Claire Lyons. One think you need to know about me is I'm sneaky as hell and I'll stop at nothing to take you down."

Claire Lyons easily logged into the secretary's computer. The password wasn't hard to figure out: bocdacademy1919; it was the same password for every administrative computer in the building, except for Principle Burns. Hers was ifuckteachersafterhours99. Or, that became her password after Claire got into her computer.

When Claire got into the secretary's computer, she opened the document that showed the student's records. She scrolled down until she got to Kori Gedman's record, where she took out the part about her being eligible for a soccer scholarship to some college off in California and put, "Ineligible for any scholarships due to the fact she cheated on three major tests and helped pass drugs between students."

Claire logged out of the program and left the office. That's what happens when you spread a rumor about Claire Lyons sleeping with Kemp Hurley.

Oh, that, and public humiliation.

"I'm Skye Hamilton. What you need to know about me is I'm a manipulative flirt and will steal your boyfriend in a matter of seconds."

Skye Hamilton leaned over the table, making sure her shirt inched down to expose more of her already noticeable chest. Pieces of her curly blonde hair framed her face, and she let a sly smirk creep onto her face.

"Oh, baby, why don't you kiss me already?" Skye pouted. "She won't find out."

He shook his head, although Skye could tell the fight was barely there. "Yeah, she will, Skye. She has her ways. If Alicia wasn't like that…"

Skye jutted her bottom lip out. "Please baby, just one kiss?"

"Babe, I don't know…" He faltered, looking around the small Starbucks. "Are you sure she won't find out? I don't-"

Skye shook her head, adrenaline zipping through her nerves. She was so close to getting what she wanted. All she needed was for him to lean in and seal the deal.

"I promise baby."

And just like that, Derrick Harrington was kissing Skye Hamilton. And just like Skye had planned, Alicia Rivera, Derrick's girlfriend, was walking into that same Starbucks at that exact moment. Alicia was just in time to see Skye pull away and say, "Derrick, you have a girlfriend!"

Skye huffed and grabbed her purse, practically sprinting away from the table. She faked a trip into Alicia, who was fuming.

"Leesh, oh my God, I'm so sorry! I had no idea this is what Derrick was going to do when he called me to meet him here! I'm so sorry!" Skye expertly feigned sorrow and remorse, although she truly felt triumph.

"No worries Skye, I got that bastard handled."

Skye walked out of Starbucks, a smirk on her face. She pulled her shirt up and fluffed her hair. Mission accomplished.

"My name is Cam Fisher. One thing about me is I'm a badass looking for attention, and you better give me what I want or I'll fuck you up."

Cam Fisher laughed as he walked down the deserted hallway towards Principle Burn's office. Normally, the hallways were bustling with activity as students ran from class to class before the tardy bell rang. That, of course, was during passing periods. Cam happened to be heading down the hallway during class time.

Cam was no stranger to the office. He spent a good three out of eight periods in the office, almost every day. Today, Cam would be visiting Principle Burns on account of ridiculing a teacher to 'make class more interesting'. In Cam's defense, the class was boring as hell and he had a right to question Mr. Davidson about why his tie was undone, and why his hair was messy in the middle of the day.

"Oh great," Cam heard Principle Burns mutter as he walked into her office. "What happened this time?"

"Oh, apparently it's against school rules to ask a teacher why he looks like he just walked out of sex during class." Cam rolled his eyes. Principle Burns choked on her water, Cam's explanation catching her off guard.

"Cam, you don't just ask teachers questions like that," Principle Burns said, like it was obvious.

Cam shrugged, smoothing his leather jacket down as she stood up. "I honestly don't give a shit what you say. I know he was fucking you, and with that being said, I'm sure this meeting is over."

Cam sauntered out of the office, a smirk on his face. When he stepped back into the hallway, he saw Claire Lyons and Massie Block sitting in the chairs by the doors.

"What the hell did you guys do this time?" Cam asked, humor written across his face.

Claire stood, blowing hair out of her face. "Apparently telling a freshman to fuck off and then pushing them into a locker is against school rules."

Massie spoke up. "And I guess I can't call a freshman a dumbass and trip her when she walks away from me without getting in trouble."

Cam cracked up, walking away from his friends. "See you at lunch," he called.

"What's up, I'm Josh Hotz. The thing about me is I'm a sly-ass motherfucker that will lie and scheme and cheat to keep myself out of trouble."

Josh Hotz leaned back in his seat, a smirk on his face. He kicked his feet onto the desk in front of him, and folded his hands behind his head. "So, Mr. Davidson, how long am I stuck here?"

"Josh, this is detention, not social hour. No talking!"

"I can talk whenever the fuck I want to," Josh said, raising his eyebrows.

"You get to serve another hour of attention for your language, mister," Mr. Davidson said.

Josh rolled his eyes; obviously Mr. Davidson wasn't aware of the dirt Josh had on him. He waited a couple minutes before speaking again.

"Hey, Mr. Davidson, I've heard some interesting information about you, from my fellow friend. Cam Fisher, ever heard of him?"

Josh took pleasure in seeing Mr. Davidson's face redden. "Yes, he's one of my students. What did he tell you?"

"Don't be such a dumbass," Josh snarled, wiping the neutral look off his face. "I know you and Principle Burns are fucking on and off school campus, it's not that hard to figure out. Granted, no one else in school has figured out except for, well, Massie Block, Claire Lyons, and Skye Hamilton, and I'm sure they're just dying to spread this information throughout the school. It wouldn't take long before the school board heard about it, and once they hear about it...they might have some complaints." Josh folded his arms.

Mr. Davidson cleared his throat. "Josh, what do I have to do to get you to keep quiet?"

"Oh, release me from detention, and you and Principle Burns can't punish me, Cam, Massie, Claire or Skye anymore, and you can't get us in trouble either." Josh stood up. "Are we in agreement?"

The older man nodded. "Yes. You are free to go."

Josh sauntered out of the room, his cockiness levels rising majorly. That's how you get yourself out of detention.

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This is Briarwood-Octavian Day Academy, where the reigning teens at this school will stop at nothing to make everyone else bow down to them.

an] I hope you enjoyed the prologue, kind of scrappy, but I think you guys might like this story. sorry for all the language, but they're all very blunt and vehement, and will state their feelings openly and freely no matter who they're talking to.

by the way, if you couldn't tell already, they're all one clique. i'm not sure if that was made clear or not.

please read and review, I want to know what you guys think, (:

-elli