Cliques Clash
Chapter 1
I got up early that morning, I'm not sure why but I did. I was surprised because I usually got up at the very last minute. It usually saved me from seeing Charlie in the morning, which is something I would take any day. Well since I'm up might as well get ready.
I got in the shower and washed my waist length hair. Today I wore a pair of ripped skinny jeans and a a dark purple tank with a cropped Beatles one shoulder top. I paired it all with my black and red converse. My brown slightly curly hair hung down my back, loose and shiny. Makeup never touched my face, I thought the gunk was awful.
I ran down the stairs and out the door too fast for Charlie to say anything, but really if I was being honest he wouldn't say anything regardless. In the garage I grabbed m skateboard and threw it in the back of my truck. They were the most important things to me. The board was always with me and it was one of a kind. I got my buddy jake from the reservation to build it for me and it had all kind of different messages and stickers on the bottom. It rocked.
The truck was almost as important to me. Although I was a skater I would never be on time anywhere if I rode everywhere. The truck was an F150 and was originally black but just like my boar it too had written messages and stickers all over it. by now you could barley see any of the once glossy black paint.
When I got to the school I immediately jumped out with my shoulder bag and grabbed my board from the back. The next second I was greeted by my group. Emily was the first to make an appearance, with a huge kiss on the cheek and a hug that resembles a bear. A second later I was getting fist bumps by Jake, Paul, and Embry.
We were a small group, the smallest at the school, but we were also the most feared. That was mainly because of me. I got in a lot of fights with other cliques and fights about Emily. Emily is homosexual and gets a lot of crap thrown her way, at least until she finally let me beat some guys up for her. I've known how to fight since I was about 7 and I only got better and more lethal over the years.
After we all said our hellos we went over to an empty corner of the lot and started to talk and skateboard. I did tricks and listened to Emily ramble on about a girl she meet in Port Angeles. Apparently they share the same preferences for there significant others, if you know what I mean.
I did a couple flips and jumped onto the rail, as I did a 360 spin I answered a question of hers and then landed perfectly with both feet on the board and my body down in a crouch. The jump had been huge since the rail was almost 4 ft off the ground and although I've done higher I still felt the small rush of adrenaline as I was airborne.
When I straightened myself out I looked around and realized that the parking lot had filled out while we were talking. I could see that each one of the major cliques had marked there territory, literally for some. On the opposite side of the lot I saw all the jocks were gathered around there leaders car. Emmett McCarty was the biggest muscled person you will ever meet, he was huge and was on almost all the sports teams.
The ones in the corner farthest from them and closest to us were the cheerleaders. All of them were dancing and giggling in their stupid little uniforms around there 2 cherry red convertibles. They all made rotations dancing next to the head cheerleader Rosalie Hale. I know your thinking that the jocks and cheerleaders should be together but because of a little rumor and a huge fucking mess, Rosalie hates Emmett's guts.
In the other corner of the lot, directly across from us, was the popular kids. They were the ones that seemed to have everything and just never seemed to care about anything. Their leader was Jasper Whitlock, a fine specimen of man if I do say so myself. I mean I hate him as much as anybody but I'm nothing if not honest with myself, he was the ultimate hot, sexy, and Texan. I love a man with an accent. But of course he just had to be an asshole. *sigh*
The next group was the sluts. Yes I said sluts. They would open their legs for anything that walked by, man or female. Their leader was rumored to be riddled with every STD in the book. It wouldn't be a surprise either. The only people Alice Brandon hadn't fucked at least once in the past year were all the leaders of the other cliques, and anybody in mine. We thought she was worse than a rabid bunny. I mean even Emily thought she was ugly and she was desperate for a playmate, if you know what I mean. She was short and had short black oily hair and absolutely no curves. I honestly don't see how she got anyone to hit that.
Anyways, the last and final clique were the emos. No one knows if they actually hurt themselves but it's possible. They were all sitting in the darkest part of the parking lot shaded to almost black in the shade of the trees that rose up to make up the forest surrounding the school. They were rarely seen anywhere light and they almost never talked. The only one that you could sort of carry a conversation with was their leader, Edward Cullen. He was lanky and always had his bronze hair in disarray. His hair and eyes were the only color you saw on him, other than black and jeans.
Together we all we the leaders of the school. We never agreed and we never talked without fighting. I watched as Alice and her band of whores, who previously had been rubbing themselves all over a pact of freshmen, strutted over to the cheerleaders. I was giddy. This was gonna be good.
