Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot & some original characters.
Summary: Set in the future, AU because Marissa obviously didn't die. Artemis Keller is tired of Tinsley Atwood strutting her stuff like she deserves an award. He's going to air her dirty laundry. Let's see how Ms. Princess likes it when half the school finds out about her affair with Mr. Roberts, her rehab stint, and many other scandelicious secrets that she'd much rather keep under wraps. RM & SS, of course.
Dear everyone: I own the world. Suck it up or move to Mars. Love, T.
Tinsley Atwood owned Newport.
Not literally, obviously, but close enough. Her parents were Ryan and Marissa Cooper Atwood- the Ryan and Marissa Cooper Atwood. Her grandparents were Sandy and Kirsten Cohen, and Julie Cooper-Nichol. Her aunt and uncle were Seth and Summer Cohen. When you had connections as deep as these, there was no reason not to take what was rightfully yours- and in Tinsley's case, that was Newport Beach. And everything that came with it.
Although Tinsley had many friends, she would accept only the best into her immediate circle. The circle consisted of la creme de la creme, people as well off or slightly worse than Ms. Atwood herself, and together they'd parade down the halls of Harbor High and the streets of Newport Beach as if they deserved an award. As if they owned cabinets of awards.
Frankly, Artemis Keller was tired of it all. The whole spectacle was sickening, and the fact that people thought they owned a piece of geography was so biggoting and pompous that he wanted to implode.
"Implosion, my darling Artemis, would take more effort than you know. Energy, time, then, of course, there's the whole astro-physics of the operation, which, gravity being forgiving and all, may not work-"
"Okay, okay, okay, Crash? Shut up. It was a figure of speech. So, can you help me or not?"
Artemis sat across from Christina Greene in her enormously large McMansion (she lived two or three streets down from the Atwoods, fantastic considering their target.) Christina- Artemis called her Crash, because it suited her but mainly because it sounded really cool – had a twin sister named Ashlie. Ashlie was part of the inner circle, which meant she was part of Tinsley. Which meant, all in all, that Crash (who had access to Ashlie who had access to Tinsley) was the key to Artemis' plot.
"I guess I could brave the tyrant who'se been inhabiting Ashlie Lorena's body and ask a few questions. Maybe I'll get her while she's inhebriated? Or... better yet..."
Crash chewed a loose strand of strawberry blonde hair. Artemis knew she was thinking something, and by the look on her face, he could tell he was going to like it.
A/N: So my first fic for the OC, and I totally love it. I'd love it even more if you review though :). Chapter 1 is coming soon, heavy with the R/M moments btw!