This story was inspired by 'Gossip Girl', a TV show I would recommend you to watch. 'The circle' is about the glamorous life of the highest people of Seattle's high society: the rich brats. Daddy's money is well spent on Chanel, Louis Vuitton, Prada and the sweet act of revenge. But unlike the TV show there won't be something like Gossip Girl, a website designed for the purpose of gossiping. These kids gonna gossip, yes, but they will be more old fashioned.

OOC means out of character for those who didn't know already and I would like you to bare that in your mind.

I WANT YOU TO BE WARNED THAT SOME PAIRINGS ARE QUESTIONABLE AND IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM READING ABOUT ANYTHING BESIDE ANA AND CHRISTIAN THEN I WOULD RECOMMEND YOU TO LEAVE NOW. BE AWARE WHAT YOU ARE GOING TO READ BEFORE YOU START CALLING ME NAMES.

The circle

Description: Sex, drugs and Chanel. Anastasia Steele has been nothing but a sweetheart until Mia Lincoln crosses her way. Two strong ladies fighting for the throne. What do they have to lose? Everything and nothing. OOC, AU, high school story! There might be pairings you won't like! Be warned.

1. From Marseille to Bellevue

With a bored look on her face, Anastasia Steele took a sip of her cold coke. The ice cooling her drink chinked against the glass and the lemon slice swimming in it brushed her pouty, red lips. She wished that 'mummy' would let her put some rum into it but her stepmother had made it her business to be a mature and responsible adult.

"No alcohol until you are twenty-one years old, young lady." She had said while she laughed her girly, creepy laugh with her green eyes squeezed a little and her mouth revealing her unnaturally good looking teeth. Anastasia always had thought that Gia, her new mummy, looked too fake. Whenever she thought about her she felt the sudden urge to sing the 'Barbie girl' song. What her dad saw in Gia was beyond her.

Ray Steele could have any woman on the Western hemisphere if he really wanted to. He was handsome, ambitious and, most importantly, wealthy. The only bad thing about him was a teenage daughter he had from his first marriage. But god bless his soul, he was an expert when it came to getting rid of her – he had sent her from one private school in Europe to another. Well, he had to sent her to different schools within the last few years. She was a rebel and rebels were easily bored. Anastasia was the worst kind of rebel: she was rich enough to buy her way out of her mistakes. When daddy has enough money, you could get out of anything.

Anastasia sighed and took her newest Ray-Ban's– a welcome present of mummy – off. She threw them to the empty deck chair beside her where her iPod and her bikini top soon joined it. It had its privileges to have your own pool and a high walls around your property. She could swim topless whenever she felt like it. The suit wearing 'buzz cuts' who stood at the gate of her home weren't allowed in the backyard. The only one seeing her this way was Carmen, the housekeeper. Gia and Ray weren't at home, they rarely were. Ray was the busy CEO of a company which was specialized in manufacturing furniture. He had taken it over after his father's death and soon he became one of the most successful and wealthiest men in the USA. His mortal enemy was IKEA and anyone who supported it. Americans should have American furniture, he always said. Daddy, don't be a racist, Anastasia answered each time. But she guessed that some people liked his attitude because his company's production seemed to be a hot seller. Ray spent as much time at his office as it was possible. When Gia or Anastasia asked him why he was working so late he always said that they had a new deal to be sealed or another important meeting with somebody from god knows where. Gia didn't mind her husbands absence though. She was happy as long as she had money to spent on clothes. But Anastasia suspected that her daddy was fucking his assistant behind Gia's back.

The cool water hit her skin when she gracefully jumped in with her arms stretched in front of her. She dove deep down, enjoying the silence under the surface. She loved to swim. In Marseille she had spent her time at the beach whenever she had felt like it. But here in Seattle, the days she could swim under water were numbered even in the summer. The weather did its own thing and the rarity of the sun made everybody look ridiculously pale. Anastasia missed the days when she spent so much time under the sun that her skin would be red in the evening. If six months ago somebody had told her that she would miss Marseille or anything about it, she would have laughed at them. But she wasn't the same girl anymore. She wasn't the troublemaker, the rebel or Satan's intern anymore. She was daddy's little angel.

Anastasia couldn't remember what made her change her mind about herself. She just remembered that one day she woke up and thought 'I want to go home'. Apparently home was now in Seattle.

She threw hear head back when she surfaced out of the water, her brown hair splashed water from its ends. For a second she thought she had ruined her make-up but then she remembered the miracle that is called waterproof eyeliner.

"Miss Anastasia."

Reluctantly Anastasia swam toward the voice coming from her housekeeper. Carmen, a black-haired Spanish woman with big brown eyes and neatly trimmed eyebrows, stood beside the deck chair Anastasia had been laying on with her hands on her slim waist. She had a disapproving expression on her pretty face.

"You are swimming naked again." Her Spanish accent was too alluring to be used in an angry tone. "You never know who might be looking."

Carmen and Anastasia had gotten used to each other all summer long. The housekeeper had found out that Anastasia liked things in a special way – like the way she liked her clothes being folded or that she was extremely fussy when it came to her privacy – but years and years of work had taught her to never question her boss's daughter's tendencies. To be honest, when she had heard that the troublemaker called Anastasia Steele was going to live with her dad now, Carmen had thought about quitting her job. The last thing she needed was a rich brat in the house. She already had her hands full with that hideous woman called Gia. But when Anastasia finally showed up a few weeks ago, she had been pleasantly surprised. The girl was nothing like she had imagined her to be. Anastasia was polite, kind and nice. She never was rude to the employees, she had good manners. When Carmen saw what a good girl she was, it didn't matter to her that Anastasia wanted her clothes folded neatly with a folding tool.

"I don't think that anybody living in this neighborhood is a pervert." Gracefully Anastasia jumped out of the water and sat down on the tiles around the pool with her legs still in it. She tried to press the water out of her hair with her hands when Carmen handed her over a towel and her bikini top. Her face made it clear that she wanted Anastasia to slip into it. The girl knew when it wasn't the right time to argue with Carmen. She had found out on her very first week when she dared to get something to eat from a fast food restaurant even though Carmen had prepared a meal at home. Carmen had made it clear that fast food was never the right choice and a home cooked meal tasted a million times better than anything that had the word 'Mc' before its name. After that she had scolded Anastasia in Spanish, making her regret to never having learned Spanish at school and to have bought that stupid cheeseburger. She liked Carmen because she had dared to scold her. She hated to be treated like a princess.

"You clearly don't know these people." Carmen shook her head with pursed lips. "I could tell you stories about them that would give you nightmares." She helped Anastasia to put on her bikini top, tied up the straps of it on her back.

"You have been saying that all summer long but never once told me a story." Anastasia couldn't say that she wasn't intrigued. She wanted to know about the skeletons the residents of Bellevue tried to hide in their expensive closets made by 'Steele's'.

"You are too young." The housekeeper said and helped the girl up to her feet. As Anastasia was drying herself with the towel Carmen gave her she thought about the things she had done in the past and what Carmen would say if she ever heard about them. The cheeseburger incident gave her an inkling.

"Is Gia back from tennis?" Anastasia asked out of boredom. She wasn't really interested in Gia's daily activities.

"She called and said that she was going to have dinner with her friends afterward." Dinner with her friends usually meant that she was getting fucked by her tennis instructor. Ray and Gia clearly weren't the most faithful people on earth.

"And dad?"

The girl didn't notice but her voice gave her away. She sounded hopeful for a second, she was hoping to spend some time with her dad without her stepmother being around. It broke Carmen's heart whenever she saw how neglectful Ray Steele could be. He wasn't a bad man but the way he treated his daughter was horrible. Carmen wanted to slap him each time he abandoned the only family he had: his daughter. She had been working for him now for nearly two years. Ray and his wife moved to Bellevue from Chicago and when they finally moved in to their immense mansion they agreed on hiring a housekeeper. Carmen who had been looking for a job back then was happy to work here because even if the Steele's had rather different family ties they were good people. Even Gia, the blonde gold digger, was kinda good. She was dumb as a stump, yes. But she wasn't evil.

Carmen had been fascinated by her relationship with Ray at first. She was younger than him, it was obvious that he only wanted her for her body and she only wanted his money. It reminded Carmen of the dozen soap operas she watched on Spanish TV. They intrigued her so much, she even did ask her nephew to 'Google' her boss because apparently he was famous. She found out that Mrs. Gia wasn't Ray's first wife. He had been married before to Carla Wilks Steele, the mother of Anastasia. But unfortunately she died when she was giving birth to Anastasia and Carmen assumed that Ray blamed his daughter for the death of his wife. That would explain his distance to her. Being a single father wasn't easy, so Ray moved in with his parents who were thrilled when they found out that they had a grandchild now. Apparently they had been on bad terms because the Steele's had not approved of Carla. Anastasia grew up with her grandparents while her father build up his company. But when his parents died, he was once again left alone with a child and he didn't know what to do. He had no idea how to be a father. Anastasia was thirteen years old when her father remarried. She had been the center of attention all her life long but the sudden death of her grandparents and the marriage of her father with Gia took away all the attention she was getting. Her father was distant as usual and her new mummy didn't really care about her. She had a nanny but she never really liked her.

That was when Anastasia became the troublemaker she is known to be. She started making scenes at home, bullied her classmates and harassed her teachers. It reached its peak when she locked a girl named Louise in a broom closet just because she had dared to look at Anastasia. If a teacher hadn't found her, she would have let Louise in there until the next morning. Her father didn't know what to do with her, he was overwhelmed. Nobody had taught how exhausting children could be. He did what every rich parent does at least once in his lifetime: he sent her to a private school far away from home. By sending her to Europe he thought that he wouldn't have to care for her when she was so far away. Out of sight, out of mind. But unfortunately life wasn't that simple.

"He didn't call yet." Carmen answered her with an apologetic smile. Both of them knew that Ray wasn't going to show up.

"What's for dinner tonight?" Anastasia loved to change the topic whenever she felt uncomfortable. Talking about food was a welcome distraction.

"I am making red rice and steak. I know how much you love these."

"Thanks, Carmen." Anastasia smiled at her before she sat down on her deck chair again. She put on her Ray-Ban's again and stretched her body, planning to enjoy the rest of the sunny day. Who knew how the weather was going to be tomorrow. Even though she couldn't see her because of her sunglasses, Anastasia felt Carmen's look on her. Without turning her head she asked the housekeeper why she was looking at her.

"You spent all your summer at home." She sounded accusing. "When was the last time you left the house?"

"The last time I left the house I got into trouble because I ate a cheeseburger."

"Aren't you bored to be at home all the time? Go out and have some fun." Carmen didn't understand why this girl hid at home. She sat down on the other deck chair with her arms crossed at her chest and her brown eyes narrowed.

"Are you trying to get rid of me?" Her laugh was as beautiful as she was. Carmen wondered what her mother looked like because Anastasia didn't look like her father at all.

"No, I just think you should go out."

"Don't worry about me, Carmen. I spent a lot of time outside before I came here. Being at home is what I need right now." The housekeeper felt sorry for this girl. She never got to knew what a home felt like, what having a mother felt like. Even if she had lived her grandparents with her for a few years, they never could replace her own mother.

"I'm just saying that you should go out and make some friends. I heard the Kavanaugh's daughter Kate is throwing a party. You should go."

Anastasia sighed and rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses. "I don't think I want to attend any party. I don't even know who this daughter of the Kavanaugh's is. And I can make friends at school."

"Fine. Spend your time at home like a hermit." Then she muttered something in Spanish under her breath, making Anastasia promise herself to learn Spanish. Or at least to get a dictionary.

"Can we eat on the porch tonight?" Whenever Ray and Gia didn't show up for dinner, Anastasia always had her meal with Carmen. Carmen was nice enough to stay with her because she knew how much Anastasia detested to eat alone. She lived in Seattle with her husband and her youngest daughter.

"Sure." Carmen said and excused herself to set the table, leaving Anastasia to herself. She looked after the housekeeper. Why Carmen was wearing pants and a long sleeved blouse on such a sunny day was beyond her. Bored she reached out to her iPhone laying on the small table beside her. There were a few notifications announcing new messages and Facebook activities. She skipped the messages – they were mostly from her French friends – and went on Facebook. Automatically she typed 'Kate Kavanaugh' into the search bar. She found one living in Michigan, one living in Texas and finally she found a picture of a blonde girl who lived in Bellevue.

Kate Kavanaugh was eight-teen years old, attended 'Bellevue High' and her favorite movie was 'The Notebook'. Her pictures showed a beautiful blonde who had green eyes and a curvaceous body. She was breathtaking. Anastasia looked at her recent posts which were mostly about her holidays at Barbados with a group of friends. She skipped those and looked at older posts. In the past Kate had shared a few articles about aspiring business women like Coco Chanel, information about school events and funny videos of cats. Anastasia read some of the entries her friends had wrote on her wall, like birthday congratulations. A girl named Elizabeth had wrote that Kate was the most beautiful person she knew but Kate hadn't reacted to it. Thinking that Elizabeth must be someone whom Kate didn't like, Anastasia went to her profile next.

Soon she was lost in other profiles of strangers who attended her school, finding out things about her new schoolmates. She thought of it as some kind of preparation for school. Who were all this people, she thought, and what were their ambitions? You could find out a lot about a person if you knew his ambitions.

If you knew what he wanted, you would be able to see how far he would go to get it.

And nothing was more interesting than a person who was willing to go all the way to get what he wants.

Anastasia Steele was a mystery.

She wasn't like anyone they had met before.

People had been talking about Ray Steele's trouble child, she was called the Satan of Marseille. Everybody was curious and excited to see what this girl, whose fame had arrived at Bellevue before her, was like. They wanted to see how the new girl caused trouble and there were bets on how long it would take her to cause a scene. After all she was known for her escapades and her refusal against rules and authorities.

But Anastasia Steele surprised everyone.

All summer long no one had seen her. She hadn't attended any party and she hadn't been seen shopping like the other girls. Nobody knew where she had been. People whispered that her dad had kept her locked in her room because of her latest stunt – apparantly she had gotten one of her teachers fired because he wasn't giving her the grade she wanted. The only thing that made people certain that she was in Bellevue was her stepmother's post from a few weeks ago. She had taken a selfie with her stepdaughter and posted it on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram with the captions 'my baby is back home' followed by lots of Emojis and hashtags. The girl on the picture had taken the breaths away of her new schoolmates. She had a heart-shaped face with sea blue eyes and pouty, pink lips. Her face was clear of acne and she was wearing only a bit of make-up, mascara to highlight her eyes and lip gloss to make her lips look kissable. The brown, curly hair fell down to her shoulders in glossy waves.

One picture had been enough to make every guy – and some girls because lesbians do exist – at 'Bellevue High' to fall in love with her. Or at least wanting to fuck her.

And when she walked in through the doors of her new school with her redesigned school uniform – she had added her personal touch to it – the wish to have her naked and screaming only got bigger. She had shortened the black skirt by two inches so her delicious thighs wrapped by her ripped black tights were on display. The usually boring white shirt which the losers always buttoned all the way up looked incredibly naughty on her because she had left the top three buttons open so her cleavage where a single golden heart-shaped necklace rested could be seen. She also hadn't put the shirt into her skirt, she left it hanging around her slim waist. It seemed like she had chosen to wear her shirt one size smaller because it stretched around her chest, looking like it would rip at any moment. Instead of the hideous burgundy blazer the school wanted them to wear, Anastasia was wearing a black leather jacket. It looked ancient but it had style and it clearly fitted her studded boots.

But what was the most surprising thing about her was the fact that even if her face was displaying a constant bitch face as soon as she opened her mouth nothing but sweet words left it. She was charming, kind and witty. She wasn't bitchy, mean or evil like everybody thought she would be.

People were disappointed. They had awaited a troublemaker, an escapee of hell, but all they had got was a pure, boring angel. That didn't change the fact that they liked her. Even if she wasn't what they hoped she would be, she was still fresh meat. The guys had welcomed her kindness, thinking it meant that she was an easy game. But they once again were disappointed. Anastasia kindly declined every offer. What the guys didn't knew she had one rule: never fuck with someone from school. You don't shit where you eat.

Four days had passed since the moment Anastasia walked in to 'Bellevue High' and the hearts of people. She had enchanted everyone, especially her teachers because she also was brilliant and only had straight A's, she was even nice to the losers and the lower class people. 'Bellevue High' had a lot of students who had won a scholarship. It looked odd though, them walking in the same hallways like the rich brats. You usually could spot them easily by their clothes, no name brands and their vehicles – most of them didn't even own cars and traveled by public transportation.

On her first day Anastasia had met a girl named Leila Williams. She had been wandering around, desperately searching classroom C113 when she got lost and found herself in a secluded part of her new school. Leila who had been learning in an empty classroom found her furiously muttering something in French what sounded like she was cursing. Anastasia was thankful for Leila's help and when she got to know her she was fascinated by this sweet girl. Leila Williams was a junior, a year younger than Anastasia. But she was the maturest person the new girl had met. Since then Anastasia had been hanging out with Leila and her friends, making herself a thorn in the flesh of the Elite.

From Leila she had heard all about the Elite. They were the most popular people in school, the richest of the rich, the crème de la crème. A small group of people who had power over the rest. Their decisions, their moods and their wishes were the command of people like Leila Williams. They had been anxiously waiting for Anastasia. She was the daughter of Ray Steele, she was a part of them. But the new girl with sea blue eyes had no interest to be a part of the Elite. She found them pretty boring. That feeling was mutual. Until now Anastasia hadn't met all of them. She had seen Kate Kavanaugh in Chemistry but she wasn't able to get a long look of her because Kate was seated in the back of the class while she had to sit in the front. While she was getting lunch on Wednesday, the school's football team captain – of course he was a member of the Elite – had been standing behind her in the line. She had smelled his deodorant but she didn't turn around to see his face. She had heard all about them – Leila had been very forthcoming – but she didn't had the pleasure to meet them personally yet. And honestly, she kinda was happy about it. The last thing she needed were people who thought of themselves as something better than anyone else. Leila had advised her not to underestimate them. On Anastasia's second day she and Leila had sat around a table in the schoolyard where her new friend had told her all about the school's first class people.

Mia Lincoln was the Queen B. She was cunning, she was the evil mind. Everybody feared her. Everybody was in awe with her. She set the rules, you followed them. Anastasia had an unwell feeling about her. She knew this type of girls. They thought that the whole world revolved around them and if somebody dared to be disobedient they loved to crunch them with their Louboutin's like cockroaches. Leila admitted to be scared of Mia. Anastasia told her that the only thing that made her scary was his power and she wouldn't have any power if people didn't fear her.

Mia had a best friend. Kate Kavanaugh. Anastasia remembered the party Kate had thrown and how she had Facebook stalked her. According to Leila, Kate was the beauty of their school. But she also had brain. The beautiful blonde was known for her ambition and willpower. She may be in the shade of Mia but only because she preferred it that way, Leila had told. Kate had the power and the kudos to be Queen B, but she thought of it to be too exhausting. Leila suspected that Mia feared the day Kate could change her mind.

Then there was Elizabeth Morgan alias Lizzie. She was the newest member of the Elite. Her family moved to Seattle from New York, her mother was a famous surgeon. Lizzie was the dumbest of them. She was an easy minded girl, she liked her nail polish and her clothes from various brands but she couldn't really spell names like Louis Vuitton or Jean-Paul Gaultier. Leila described her as annoyingly cheerful, she was smiling constantly. The others barely bore her but that was the rule of the Elite: if you are rich enough, you are a part of them. That's what made Anastasia a part of them.

Jason 'J' Taylor was one of the two male members. He was the typical prom king material, captain of the football team, charming and sweet. He was the most tolerable one within the Elite. Everybody described him as nice and everybody loved him. Leila admitted that she couldn't tell Anastasia much about him because he wasn't like the others. He wasn't famous for his disasters or causing scenes. Anastasia was intrigued by him. If he was that nice and she dared to say normal, then he surely was trying to hide something.

The last member was Mr. Christian Grey. Where to start with Christian Grey? He was the most arrogant, cockiest, most self-centered person the halls of 'Bellevue High' had ever seen. He was cold and merciless. If he wanted something he took it. His family was the wealthiest and oldest one. The Grey's had a bigger family tree than the Royal Family. Like Elizabeth's mother, Christian's mother was a surgeon but the difference between these two was the fact that Mrs. Dr. Grey and her husband owned the hospital. Christian's father was a district attorney, he came from old money. Anastasia noticed how flustered Leila was when she talked about Christian. She confessed that she found him handsome but that was nothing spectacular. Every girl had a crush on him. He was described as god's gift to women. Anastasia had yet to see him. She found out that they had classes together but Leila told her that the first week of school Christian usually spent more time skipping classes to celebrate the new year. Christian loved a good party. His parties always consisted of alcohol, drugs and sex. If you had to name three things Christian Grey loved the most, these would be them.

Anastasia was torn between being curious about these people and staying away from them. She didn't seek their friendship, for god's sake no. She only wanted to explore their minds, find out their ambitions and their happiest memories. But she had promised her daddy to be good, to be good as gold. No escapade, she had said, I will be an angel. And should she ever dare to get closer to their intrigues, their games, she knew that she would end up beating them at their own game. It was safer to admire them from afar where nothing could seduce her to fall back into old patterns. The only thing she needed to do was to stay away and hope that their ways never crossed.

But life wasn't that simple. Life had its own plans, its own mind and its own game.

On Friday she left the cafeteria where she had had lunch with Leila to walk to her next class, Trigonometry. Leila had told her where classroom A301 was located so she didn't get lost. 'Bellevue High' was seated in an old brick stone building with wooden white doors and windows. Its garden was always trimmed properly, no rosebush was out of place. It had everything from a football field to an indoor pool. When Anastasia arrived in classroom A301 she was one of the first students there. She entered the room with a smile on her face, noticed that the teacher called Mrs. Carter wasn't present yet, and looked around for an empty seat. She had a lot of options because only three five other people were present, the other 20 seats were empty. Planning to enjoy the good weather, she decided to sit on a table near the window – the second from the front. Gracefully she slipped out of her leather jacket – it was her trademark – and hang it over her chair before sitting down with her legs crossed at her knees. Her school bag found its place on the floor beside her feet after she got her iPhone out of it. She had bought herself a fresh cup of cappuccino, hoping that it would keep her awake because Trig never had been one of her most favorite subjects at school. While she was reading the latest gossip of Hollywood she could feel the eyes of her classmates on her. Anastasia was used to be stared at wherever she went, it was nothing new to her. As time went by the rest of the class moseyed in and everybody looked in shock when they saw Anastasia. She wondered of they had never seen a new student before, it was really annoying.

Suddenly there were two blonde girls standing in front of her table. One of them cleared her throat when Anastasia didn't look up from her phone. 'Gee! Are they twins?' Anastasia thought with furrowed brows because the girls looked identical. They were both blondes with blue eyes, both had swept their hair in a side ponytail and both were carrying the same purse. Unlike Anastasia they weren't using a school bag, they were carrying their school books in fancy purses which probably had costed them a small fortune. Their pink painted lips were pursed unattractively. They were looking like they had tasted something bitter.

"Can I help you?" Anastasia asked them politely before she took a sip of her drink. One of the girls sighed and rolled her eyes before she answered.

"No, but we can help you." She said treacly and pointed with her head toward the door of the classroom where a black-haired girl was leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed at her chest and an angry expression on her face.

Anastasia cocked her eyebrow, confused by their behavior. "Excuse me?"

"You are sitting on the throne!" The other one exclaimed furiously, earning a mean look from her twin.

"Olivia!" She scolded her. "Discreetly, remember?"

Olivia mumbled an excuse and quickly glanced toward the girl by the door. Anastasia looked at her. She took in her black bob with bangs on the front, her perfectly structured face with hard green eyes and plump red lips. The girl was clothed in their school uniform but like Ana she had added her personal touch. She was wearing a chic Tweed blazer over her white shirt on which's collar she had hang a silk scarf. Her legs were covered in lacy tights and she was wearing Mary Jane's with heels. When Anastasia looked into her eyes she didn't back away, she returned Anastasia's curious look with a bold one. Anastasia's brain started to put the pieces of the puzzle together, a knowing smile spread across her face. Olivia called the seat she was sitting on the throne, the other one had pointed toward the black haired girl indicating that Anastasia needed their help because of her. The girl with the Mary Jane's and the silk scarf could only be Mia Lincoln, the Queen B of 'Bellevue High'.

Anastasia squeezed her eyes for a second, needed the precious second to think. It would be the right thing to get up from the throne, to make room for the Queen, to keep your head down. She had promised her father not to cause a scene, not to mess with anybody, she had promised to be good. She didn't want to leave Bellevue even if she had no family here. Her father was constantly at work and her stepmother had no meaning for her. She had no home, no place to go.

But the temptation was too great. She was tempted by the devil himself not to back away, not to surrender.

She took a deep breath, opened her eyes and looked to Olivia and her twin. She was now half smiling at them with sparkling eyes.

"This is her throne?" Anastasia asked with mocked disbelief.

"Yes." Olivia's twin hissed. "And you would better get away from it now!"

Anastasia once again looked toward the door where Mia Lincoln had put on an impatient expression. 'How dare she to send her flying monkeys?' Anastasia thought. In her mind she quickly drew up a plan.

"Oh. I'm so sorry. Of course I will sit somewhere else." Sweetly she smiled at the twins and started packing her things while the two blondes looked certain of their success. The new girl stood up with her bag over her shoulder and her cappuccino in her hand.

"Please tell the Queen that I am really sorry." She pouted at them and batted her eyelashes while giving them her puppy dog eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Blonde number 2 said rudely. Anastasia nodded and turned her head toward Mia with a smile on her face. The Queen B looked confident now and her eyes wandered arrogantly over Anastasia. When she was looking into the face of the new girl she saw that the smile had vanished, making room for the look of a rebel.

Suddenly Anastasia poured her drink all over the chair and table she had been sitting on while not moving her eyes away from Mia's shocked face.

"Now she can sit on her throne."