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I flopped down with a grunt onto my twin bed. We finally arrived at Spenser, and gotten our room assignments. I was in a room with Bridgette, while Missy had a room to herself across the hall. Lucky bitch. At the moment, we all felt sweaty and gross in our sweats, we just finished rearranging everything in our rooms, and it was only 7:00 pm.

"I'm bored!"Bridgette moaned, sprawling against the bed on the right, which she had officially claimed as hers. I was lying on her stomach, while Missy was on the floor leaning against Bridgette's bed. There was a chorus of agreement with the recent statement, and we all probed our minds for something to do. Finally, I spoke up.

"Let's grab some food, I'm famished." I suggested. They all grinned, we have this inside joke that my name is hungry because on one of our road trips (we took a lot) I kept saying 'I'm hungry!', at that point it was official, I have a bottomless pit as a stomach, and am always hungry.

"Well why don't we go to that one place we saw on the way here, that bar place..." Missy trailed off, trying to remember the name.

"Nicky's"

"Yeah, that's the place!"

So, it was decided that we would go to Nicky's. We went to go change our clothes because Bridgette decided that sweat pants were probably not the best attire to wear.

I pulled my hair back into a ponytail, but my slanted bangs just fell back into place, that's really frustrating sometimes, but it does look good. I put on earrings that looked like black buttons, a chain with a Celtic knot on it, black jeans, brown cowboy boots, two studded belts, one black and one red, and a black wife beater that exposed my mid-drift, I laughed thinking that if my mom were here, she would call me a whore, and tell me to go change.

Bridgette curled the ends of her hair, put on hot pink heels, a jean mini-skirt, and a white and pink halter top.

Missy just left her hair down, put on a dark red corset, a pair of ripped jeans, and some black flip flops. Turning towards each other, we looked each other over in approval, and headed out to my awesome new mustang, I decided to name it Billy, because some of the most awesome people in the world are named Billy: Billy Holiday, Billy Joe Armstrong, Billy Idol, that weird kid that used to live across the street from me that would always stalk my cat (yeah I know, creepy, but he liked batman, so that's cool).

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Reid smirked as he leaned over the pool table lining up a complicated shot. He made his shot, putting a little force into the cue stick. The striped 5 and 2 chased each other over the green velvet surface, before finally sinking into the top right pocket. Reid straightened his posture with a grin, as he surveyed, who else, Aaron Abbot, with an air of arrogance.

"Last ball Abbot," he said with cavalier grace, "Wanna just give me your money now, and save yourself the embarrassment?"

"Just make your shot Garwin." He grunted, in annoyance.

"Fine, middle pocket." Reid, said confidently, aiming at the eight ball, and smiling in satisfaction, at the sound of it hitting the bottom of the pocket. He stood, pocketed the money, and then called out "Any other takers?"

"I'll take you." Cried out a rather feminine voice. He looked up to see who dared take him on, and was surprised to find a very pretty redhead, strutting with confidence towards him. She slapped a hand on the table, a crisp fifty dollar bill in it.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------We walked into Nicky's, and I officially declared this place to be the shit. There was pool, and I couldn't wait to scam some sucker out of his money. Honestly, guys never expect girls to be good at pool, but so far, I've been undefeated. It's even better because nobody knows me here! There were also really hot boys... Speaking of, I saw a very hot blond boy, who looked like he was kicking some guy's butt, he might make a good opponent, plus he was gorgeous, but then I just needed to remind myself that I don't need a boyfriend. He called out in the sexiest voice ever, "Any other takers?"

I smirked, I couldn't help myself, Bridgette says that I have a problem as a compulsive gambler, but I just call it fun. "I'll take you."

I could feel everybody's eyes on me, I smirked at how shocked they wear so I decided to milk it for all it was worth, I did that weird strut thing that Bridge and Miss taught me, and then I felt completely confident. I slapped my hand on the table, with my cash."Fifty bucks says you'll lose." I said, looking at him with my "you-are-so-going-to-be-screwed-over" look. Blondie was in a daze, and I felt him looking a my boobs. "Snap out of it Captain Hormone, and take your eyes off my chest."

"You sure you can take it, Red?" He asked, cockily. Arrogant ass, I take back what I said about him being hot. Although it's true.

"Yup, just break." I replied, I was seriously annoyed. He shrugged, and broke the formation of balls, not one of them sank. Ha, you loser.

"So, what's your name?" He asked me, I think he still thinks that I will lose.

"Peyton, you?" I replied, while aiming at a solid.

"Reid," He said, he was still staring at me... Reid's a hot name, "You go to Spenser?"

"Just starting this year, I'm a senior." I knew what he was doing, he was trying to distract me... Well it's not going to work, got it Bucko? I started looking at the shot from all the angles, seeing a few different ways to make a pretty tight combo. Okay, I just had to look up, I mean seriously, another voice, also extremely hot.

"Hey man, what's up?" A tall, dark haired boy came and stood next to Reid coughblondasscough. Damn, is everyone in Ipswich (Ha ha it looks like Chipwich) completely gorgeous?

"Nothing."

"You're playing a chick?" What the fuck? Did he just call me a chick? For the sake of his future children, he better hope not.

I sighed, "You know this chick is standing right here, and has a name. I'm Peyton."

"Tyler. You do know that playing Reid is suicide, right?" He chuckled.

I glared my evil glare of death, and took my shot, and sunk two solids. I stood up, leaning on my cue, and grinned.

"Still think it's suicide?" The two boys, just stared at me in shock, and just shook their heads.

I leaned over, and aimed for my next shot.

"So, how come you're just starting now?" Reid continued to ask.

"My parents sent me here, I live in California."

"Why did they send you here?" Tyler asked.

"I got kicked out of my old school." I shrugged.

"Why?" Reid asked.

I laughed, and replied cheekily, "Wouldn't you like to know?" The game continued like that, questions being thrown around like baseballs, and snide remarks, from both sides. After a while, I finally sunk the eight ball. I laughed at the stunned faces of the boys, and took the money from the table.

Tyler recovered first from the shocked silence. "We are going to have to introduce you to our friends. You just made history, no one has ever beaten Reid at pool."

I shrugged, "Sure, just let me get my friends, their probably on the dance floor." Ew. Dancing. "I'll be back in second."

A moment later, I was back, with Bridgette and Missy in tow. "Reid, Tyler, these are my best friends Bridgette and Missy. Girls, this is Reid and Tyler."

They said their hellos, and then the boys lead us off to a table near the dance floor. Reid and Tyler sat down, in the empty chairs while I grabbed a chair from the next table, and straddled it backwards (It is way more comfortable to sit that way!)

"Sup peeps?" I asked, as though I had known these people all my life, even though I didn't even know their names yet. Bridgette and Missy followed my lead, and joined us.

"Guys this is Peyton, and her friends Missy and Bridgette. She just did the impossible and beat Reid in pool. Peyton, Missy, Bridgette, this is Caleb, his girlfriend Sarah, Pogue, and his girlfriend Kate."

Bridgette spoke up, "Sarah, right? I love your dress!"

"Thanks! I wasn't sure whether it worked with the shoes or not, but it's my favorite."

"Oh no, the shoes totally work, where did you get them?" I grinned as my friend talked with Sarah. She's such a girly girl.

"So, you beat Reid, huh?" Pogue asked.

"Yeah, it was a close game though, the only time I've been in a game that was ever that close was when I was playing one on one basketball with my cousin." I said with a shrug.

"God, you play pool and basketball? What kind of girl are you?" Reid asked, then flinched as Kate hit him in the back of his head. Ha ha, oh well I take no offense, my dad seriously thinks that I'm like a trans-gendered person.

"The non-girly kind. I really am weird."

"Like how?" Tyler asked.

"Like how she fixes cars, plays every sport known to mankind, and eats like there's no tomorrow." Missy spoke up. Good old Missy, blunt like the dull side of a toothpick. Everyone at the table was shocked, and stared at me. That seems to happen a lot.

I happened to be enjoying a huge delicious hamburger at the time so I swallowed, and shrugged. "What?"

Then everyone laughed. "So tell us about yourselves." Sarah suggested.

"I'm the tomboy, Bridge is the girly girl, Missy is the crazy one. We all just moved from L.A. Because I got kicked out of school, I was sent here because my parents thought it would be good for me, but really they just want me out of their hair. They sent Miss and Bridge with me, to make sure I didn't do anything stupid." I said. Did I mention that I have no talent in the art of subtlety, or tact?

Missy laughed. "Like we could stop you!" I just shrugged, while Bridgette agreed, hey it's true.

Caleb frowned, "Why were you expelled?"

I blushed at this, "It's kind of embarrassing."

Reid smirked, "Something dirty?"

I laughed, and rolled my eyes. Boys are so sexually frustrated these days. "Nothing like that! I was caught hacking into the administration offices computers. I was making certain adjustments to the yearbook. If that janitor hadn't caught me, then my history teacher's name would officially be Borus U. Gayman." The table roared with laughter, I grinned, it was pretty funny. This seemed to be the start of a beautiful friendship.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The next morning was our first day of school. A rather loud beeping woke Bridgette out of her slumber. When she glanced at the alarm clock, she screamed, jumped out of bed, and threw a pillow at me. Seriously. Who throws pillows? You can barely even feel them. "Get your ass out of bed! We only have 5 minutes before class starts!"

"What!" That got me up, "Guess we'll just have to get ready the quick way."

Bridgette sighed, and then with a simultaneous flash, the our eyes were black and we were all ready for school.

A/N: Sorry the story still isn't picking up much yet. I just needed to introduce the two groups. I promise next chapter there will be something juicy. I'll probably be updating a lot this week, because I don't have school thanks to the fires.