Chapter 1
A Spyder Audi R8 sped down the winding road that led to Spencer's Academy, a prep school. As the dirt road came to an end it widened and the Dodge Challenger that followed it sped up next to the car as if begging for a race. A '67 Chevy Impala and a canary yellow H3 reluctantly joined the line of cars that pulled into the parking lot of Spencer's, causing a scene. The drivers of the cars all got out after each came to a stop. A short brunette got out of the Audi, a tall brunette fiddled with the door handle before getting out of the Dodge Challenger, a tall curly haired blonde got out of the Chevy Impala, hitting the side of the H3 next to her to get the fourth girl's attention. Out of the H3 hopped a dainty blonde wearing a sundress, the last type of person you would see ever driving that kind of car.
The four girls took off their sunglasses and shuddered simultaneously at the fact they all had to go to this hell of a prep school for the remaining two years of their high school lives. The tiny brunette composed herself and nudged the taller one who had her arms crossed. The two walked to their cars to unpack what they had in their trunks to drag to their new dorm rooms. The taller of the two blondes groaned as she walked past the two brunettes cars to her own.
"Calm the fuck down, Rhi," Gwyneth said. She was the taller brunette and had these deep brown eyes that sparkled with mischief and adventure… but mostly mischief. She wasn't wearing what she normally would, which was a fitted a band tee and a flannel shirt over it, but a flowy royal blue tank with black ripped jeans and boots. She was more punk rock than the rest of the group and that's the way she liked it. "It's just a prep school," She said as she pulled out her suitcase from the trunk of the Challenger.
"Yeah," Emily piped in. She was the shorter of the two brunettes, by about half a foot. Emily had ocean blue eyes with specs of green that were warm and mysterious. She was more alternative than anything with her short sleeved, red crop top and high waist jeans with black heeled ankle boots. "It's not that big of a deal," she said, leaning on the back of her Audi. Rhiannon looked distressed.
"Uhm, uniforms? Helloooo? I can't shake my money maker with these damn things," Rhi said waving one of the Spencer uniforms in the air. Rhiannon was the taller of the two blondes and was somewhat of a prep and definitely cared about how she looked. Rhiannon was dressed in a black crop top and short plaid shorts to show off her legs with sparkly gold pumps that only made her taller. Belle laughed at Rhiannon as she pulled out her bags from the large H3. Belle wasn't what you expected at first. Belle was a well dressed girl who only wore sun dresses and such. She was in a floral dress and wedges. She was a sweet girl to anyone who didn't really know her. When you pissed her off you had better look out because she may look sweet on the outside but on the inside she has already plotted your death several different ways.
"Well, bitching about it won't make it any better, come on ladies," Emily said putting her sunglasses back on and walking up to the dorms. The girls followed in tow. The four girls looked like something out of a movie the way they walked and the way people stared. Belle quickly whipped out a map of where their dorms were and went in that direction. The other three just followed her, hoping to God she was heading the right direction. She wasn't.
After she got lost over five times Gwyneth finally ripped the map from Belle's hands mumbling a "Give that here". Gwyneth quickly scanned it over before pinpointing where they were. She finally lead them in the right direction.
"OMG, FINALLY! My precious feet are killing me," Rhiannon complained as she hauled her bags
around.
"How about a nice, hot cup of SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Emily yelled at her. Many eyes turned towards them at the sound of her raised, irritated voice. She looked tired, hungry and irritated. So basically someone you wouldn't want to fuck with in that moment. But unlike Belle and Gwyneth, who could pick up on that shit, Rhiannon was a little oblivious to anything that wasn't important to her. As Gwyneth put it, she was a selfish and self-centered little whiny bitch. But Gwyneth only said things like that when she got pissed off. Which was actually pretty easy if you knew what buttons to push.
"What's your problem bitch? What's with the stick up your ass?" Rhiannon asked in a snotty tone.
"You are, bitch," Emily stepped closer to Rhiannon. Gwyneth quickly stepped between them, trying to diffuse the situation.
"Ok, how about we get to our assigned dorms already. Check them out," Gwyneth spoke quickly and started walking, leaving no room for argument. When they finally got to their floor they found that their rooms were right across from each other. Gwyneth pulled out their papers once again.
"Ok, Em you are rooming with me in the room on the right. Belle, you and Rhi are rooming in the room on the left. Only one of us has a personal shower in their dorm. I don't know which and there will be no switching of rooms. This is final. I'm talking to you, Rhi," Gwyneth shot her a stern look at the end before handing everybody their keys. Gwyneth and Emily went into their dorm and dragged their belongings with them.
"I got dibs on the one by the window," Emily said as she threw her suitcase on the bed next to the window by the bathroom.
"Ooh, that gets me the bed farthest from the door. Yay!" Gwyneth spoke happily, throwing her suitcase onto hers as well.
"What's with you and not wanting the bed closest to the door," Emily asked, unpacking her things.
"I don't know. I guess I don't feel safe," Gwyneth responded, starting to unpack her stuff. Emily just laughed and shot her a look and in the process caught a glance at the bathroom that happened to have a shower. Emily looked at Gwyneth.
"You totally knew which one had the shower didn't you?" Emily asked, amused.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Gwyneth responded with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Emily just laughed and shook her head at her friend. After the two finished unpacking a knock came to the door, first softly but then urgently.
"Open up bitches!" Came the voice of Belle. Gwyneth and Emily opened the door to the small blonde, their faces in shock at the small girl opening her mouth.
"Excuse me bitch, no need to shout," Emily said laughing as Belle made her way into the room carrying a flyer.
"Some guys handed me this in the hallway, I think we should go." She smiled sweetly and plopped herself down on the bed closest to the door. Emily looked at the flyer and Gwyneth looked over her shoulder to read it as well.
"Let's go check out the babe pool ladies." Emily said looking from Belle to Gwyneth who looked less than thrilled. Emily sighed at her pouty face that just screamed: I DON'T WANNA GO!
"You can drive the Challenger." she said looking at Gwyneth.
"Woo! Yes!" Gwyneth said and thrust both arms into the air and marched herself to the bathroom. Emily looked at Belle and then the bathroom door.
"What are you doing?" Emily yelled to Gwyneth. She came out of the bathroom.
"I really don't know. I honestly walked in there and didn't have a plan on what to do next." Gwyneth said laughing. Emily and Belle laughed at their silly friend.
AN: Hey this the Luckie from LuckieCharms. Unfortunately, Charms couldn't be with us but you have me at least. I do miss Charms though. This is not my first time on fanfiction and it's not the first time for Charms either. This is the first time that we have shared an account though.
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