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Yes, this is inspired by PLL. No, you don't have to have seen PLL to understand. You should still watch it though. Seriously, watch it.

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Prologue: Perfect for More Than a Moment

❝When I consider that everything grows

Holds in perfection but a little moment — ❞

But a little moment? How stupid, Shakespeare, perfection in the flesh can sit right in front of you in math if you look close enough. That's right, Evan Goldman, I'm talking about you. Sitting right in front of me in math, right now. With perfect, freaking posture.

You sit straight up, taking rapid fire notes when we both know this class is just another easy A. Your eyes are always locked on the board or your notebook — how can you ignore me?

I'm the most popular girl in school and you're nobody. A loser Jew with good grades and 2 friends yet you're so perfect you have me mesmerized.

"Ms. Dunn, do you care to pay attention instead of playing with your hair?" Ms. Peacock (I kid you not, my darlings) snaps at me, that nasty little vein in her neck bulging like her thighs in that dress.

"If you care to teach me something I didn't learn in 8th grade, sure," I drawl, straightening my posture and keeping eye contact. After all, someone needs to remind this bitch who really runs the school. Me.

She flushes, opening her mouth to respond. I lean forward in my seat to mockingly motion for her to speak. She lets out a flustered sound and ignores me for the rest of the lesson. Finally, she does something intelligent!

The bell rings loud and clear. Evan doesn't shove his things in his bag like the rest of the class, he neatly organizes them perfectly. Obviously, he doesn't want to get caught in the crowd of people who hate him — and anyways, the bell signals lunch, no rush.

I try not to mush everything in at once, not wanting to have to scuffle through my bag at home. I fail. Horribly. I can never get things to fit into my bag properly. "God," I breathe out, frustrated.

Evan turns around, "uh, let me," he says, not moving as he waits for my approval.

"Sure," I roll my eyes, backing away from my bag a little.

He smiles a little and carefully empties the context of my bag onto my desk, sorting through them. "So, how are you?"

"Well, I'm the most popular girl in school, how do you think I am?" I ask, even if he does look perfect right now, I still have to give him nothing but snark. He's a loser after all and I have a reputation to uphold.

"Perfect," he guesses, flawlessly organizing my books.

"Look, you can guess the obvious," I fake applaud.

"Here," he sighs, handing me my bag. I glance inside it. Perfect.

I sling it over my shoulder, giving him a quick one-up before heading for the door. I see him grab his bag from my peripheral vision and freeze. Turning on my heels slowly and quietly, I raise my gaze to his eyes, trying not to let my nerves make me slouch. "Thanks," I murmur, feeling my face heat up.

". . . No problem," he shrugs, clearly taken aback.

I nod a little before making a beeline for my table. I can't believe I did that.

I walk as fast as I can in heels, thank God, that's pretty fast. But Evan goddamned Goldman is on the freaking varsity track team and catches me. Crap.

"What?" I snap, turning around irritably. I still can't believe that even in heels I have to look up to glare him down. I'm not even short, no, I'm tall, alright. Evan's just a lot taller. Ugh.

"I . . . Uh, you . . . Why?" He manages, scratching the back of his head.

"Why what?" I cross my arms, annoyed that he would embarrass me even more.

"You know what, don't play dumb, Lucy," he says, the usual fight in him burning in his eyes again.

"Because contrary to popular belief, Brain, I'm not a complete bitch 24/7," I tell him, jabbing him in the chest before storming off.

I ignore him calling my name. I know I'll kiss him if I talk to him right now. And I can't afford to kiss a taken boy. Perfect or not. And in this case, unbelievably perfect.

Lucy Dunn, what have you gotten yourself into?

"Lucy!" Kendra exclaims, waving me over with a smile, "where were you? It never takes you that long to get here from math."

"Relax, Kendra, God, I was taking care of things," I say coyly with a smile to match.

"Sorry, it's just weird to eat without you," she apologizes with a blush.

Lunch is never boring when you can toy with them. "Them" being my group of friends, of course. I like to call them My Bitches, sometimes even My Darlings because what would they do without me?

Kendra is the good girl of us all, my best friend. We're certainly the closest in the group, we've known each other since forever after all.

Charlotte is the gossip, always telling us who did what with who. I, of course, control the gossip, filter where needed to keep control.

Molly is . . . well, Molly is the dumb one, believing everything I tell her. She's not necessarily book dumb, though, gullible, however . . .

Cassie is the artsy one, she's got the style to match, too. I may hate her shoes but if there's anyone to go to for a skirt, it's her.

Then there's me, the leader. I guess you could call me the drama queen, the queen bee, the alpha bitch. Who cares though? I'm the most popular girl in school after all.

What I say, goes.

And I say I want Evan Goldman. Patrice Parker can drop dead, the boy is mine. And that bitch is going down.

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