Summary: Meet the fabulous four, the princesses of Tree Hill High, the girls who only wanted to play a trick on their best friend for her birthday. Too bad it had to end in a sugary sweet death. Starring Brooke, Bevin, Peyton, Rachael and Haley. Nathan and Lucas will appear.

Story is set to the movie Jawbreaker so I would suggest seeing the movie first so you can better understand the story.

Teaser: Eighteenth Birthdays Suck

First thing is, you need to know a little something about them. The beautiful ones as they were often referred to, the perfect four, the darling princesses of Tree Hill High. They were everything you wanted to be but then again you already know all of this. Hey, if you're honest with yourself you'll realize that they went to your school too and they ruled.

They were every boy's wet dream and the envy of each and every girl that walked the halls of Tree Hill High School. Each one of them came from a legacy of cheerleaders, prom queens and beauty pageant winners with perfect smiles, manicured finger nails and gorgeous long, shiny hair. They dated all the jocks, grew up in huge mansions with their rich parents, expensive designer clothes and drove only the best cars. Yes, they were all around girl wonders and every single last one of them knew it as they strutted their stuff down the halls with squared shoulders, swaying hips and glares of "don't you wish you were me?" written all over their faces. It was no secret that they hung the moon, shun like the sun and everyone else was in their shadows. They were all living the teen dream.

The leader, the one whose lips were always tented with red lipstick was Rachael Galantina. She was like Satan in heels, a real bitch with a condescending smile that could cut you like a knife without saying so much as a single word. All the Goths, Geeks and any one else who wasn't popular knew to avoid this chick like the plague and for those who didn't know, well let's just say that they got the message after an encounter with her and the rest of her entourage.

The one always to the left of her with the far away, dreamy look in her eyes was Bevin Merswski, a ledged in her own little mind known as Sassy. She was cute but a little ditzy at the same time. Everyone always believed that Rachael kept her around simply for the sake of making her self look good. Bevin was her yes woman, a back running of the crew but as long as she was included within the ranks of the socially elite she didn't care. All she wanted was the status and as long as she had it, then she was happy.

The pretty one with the amazing dimples and great legs was Brooke Davis. Everyone says that she was doomed to be popular with all these stunning features but mainly it was because she was best friends with the curly haired blond, Peyton Sawyer.

She was special.

Peyton Sawyer was head cheerleader, student council president and overall good girl. Everybody loved her. Not because she was beautiful, smart and rich, she was all those things but more than anything she was sweet. While Rachael ruled with fear Peyton chose to rule with kindness. There was nothing that she wouldn't do for someone who needed help. Whether it was shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen, money to lend out or just a few friendly words to be shared Peyton was it. She was like the Princess Di of Tree Hill High and that pissed Rachael off. In the end Peyton was just…well…perfect.

It's a shamed what happened to poor Peyton. That was no way to wake up on your eighteen birthday. Being awoken by three people in mask, one grabbing at your legs, one grabbing your wrist and another stuffing a huge ball of candy in your mouth before putting tape over it could scar a girl for life. Next thing you know you're put in the trunk of a car, speeding down the road, fighting for your life as the huge ball slowly begins to make its way towards the narrow space of your throat.

Inside the car you can hear their laughter…

"She is going to die!" Bevin giggles with no clue as to the truth behind her words.

"This is so much better then what we did last year. The iced pool thing was so lame and looking back it kind of pales in comparison our faux kidnapping. Wouldn't you agree?"

It was Brooke's voice that carried the words as she took off the black hoodie and mask, allowing her long dark hair to blow in the wind.

"Well of course it is seeing as how this was all my idea! I wish that I had friends that would do something this amazing for me"

"Oh please Rachael you would have us killed"

"Brutally maimed my dear, anyway we're going to take P. Sawyer to IHOP and stuff her pretty little face with pancakes. Then we're going to tie her to the flagpole in her bra and undies and watch the fun begin"

"Well I guess swim suit seasons out of the question for her which means that I will be the hottest girl on the beach this summer"

"Keep dreaming Brooke. We all know that I'm the hottest girl in Tree Hill so never make that mistake again, okay?"

"Whatever. She is going to be so embarrassed. I can't wait to see the look on her face. She's gonna die!"

The girls laughed off Bevin's words, imagining the look on the face of their best friend.

"And I can't wait to see the extra ten pounds on her ass" added Brooke with a smirk "As far as I'm concerned it's a win-win situation"

She and Peyton have been best friends forever and were always competing to see who would ware the best swim suits during the summer vacation. However this year it seems as if little Ms. P Sawyer was going to be packing on a few.

The thought made her snicker as the group sped into the parking lot and the car came to a halt.

They all hopped out in anticipation as they raced towards the trunk of the car.

"Polaroid" commanded Rachael as Bevin handed her the camera.

"Okay birthday girl, time to get what you have coming babe. Rise and shine.

"Okay who's doing the honors?" questioned Rachael holding up her keys.

Bevin instantly snatched them out of her hands.

"Oh aren't we the eager one"

"That's what I've heard. Eager and easy, the best ways to describe Bevin"

"Hey" the girl replied with a playful shove to Brooke's left shoulder "Where did you hear that?"

"On one of the stalls in the boy's locker room"

Both Bevin and Rachael laughed.

"And just what where you doing in the boy's bathroom Brooke Davis?"

"That's not important. Besides Peyton is waiting"

Rachael gave the raven haired girl a smirk and a knowing glance before turning back to the truck.

"Drum roll please" said Rachael as Bevin and Brooke banged on the trunk of the car.

"One is for witch, two is for bitch. Pop it Bevin!"

"SURPRISE!" shouted all the girls at once as the door flew open.

That's when all the fun ended.

They stood together with their mouths frozen open in horror as they were met with the black and blue body of their best friend. Her eyes were open but she wasn't breathing. They were cold and propped open in a death glare with no life behind them, no traces of the girl she had once been.

There was no time to stop it as the camera flashed, taking a picture of the corpse just before Rachael allowed it to crash to the ground.

"Oh my God" cried Brooke in disbelief.

"What happened to her? What's in her throat?" questioned Bevin who had turned to look at Rachael.

"I gagged her with a jawbreaker" the red head replied quietly already knowing what had done her friend in.

"This is a joke, right? This is a total joke. Just say it's a joke Rachael and tell Peyton to stop looking at us like that"

"It was supposed to be for fun. It was supposed to keep her from screaming" the girl continued to ramble incoherently.

"Say this isn't happening" the blond said turning to the shell shocked girl beside her.

"Oh God, oh God, Peyton!" screamed Brooke as she turned back to Rachael as she thought of the girl's earlier words "Wait a minute you gagged her with a jawbreaker?"

Her answer came in the form of silence.