Chapter One: Befriending the Enemy
Noelle Lange, Kiran Hayes, Taylor Bell, and me, Ariana Osgood picked up our books and sauntered past the freshman and upperclassmen tables in the cafeteria. I was so engrossed in my book that I almost missed her. "Noelle!" I said. She froze, turned, and stared at me. Kiran and Taylor did the same. "What? she snapped. Typical Noelle. "This was the girl I was telling you about". Noelle's face took on a strange, almost sinister expression and she turned to the girl. "This is Ariana Osgood. She's from the South. Her family is in oil." She gestured to me. Then she turned and pointed to Kiran and Taylor, who were hovering nearby. " The blond one is Taylor Bell. She's the smartest student ever to walk the halls of Easton. The pretty one is Kiran Hayes. She's got her bod on billboards in New York, Milan, and Paris." The girl's eyes widened, and Noelle snapped, " What? You never seen a real live model before? Get used to it, new girl. Seriously" Then she pointed to herself and said " I'm Noelle Lange. President of Billings house. My daddy is so rich, he probably has more money than the President. So, now that you know who we are, maybe have a little respect and stop licking the glass." Then she turned and left. Kiran and Taylor fell into step beside her. I lingered behind. The girl turned beet red and hid behind her dark hair. "As you know, I'm Ariana Osgood." I introduced myself. "Reed Brennan." The girl mumbled. ' I'll see you around." I said, and strode out of the cafeteria.
Later that day…
The girls from Pemberly trudged past me, ready to hit the showers and change back into their Jimmy Choo skyscraper heels. Reed wandered alone at the back, an obvious outsider. I waited until all the girls had left, then stepped into her path, briefly wrinkling my nose at her muddy soccer gear. "Reed" I said. She looked up with obvious surprise. "Hi, Ariana." "Listen Reed," I began. "I want to apologize for Noelle's behavior this morning. She can be a little…blunt at times. You'll see. Anyway, the girls want to get to know you better. What do you think about sitting at the Billings table for breakfast tomorrow?"
Her face lit up for a second, then was swept into a cool, I-Don't-Care look. "Sure, Ariana" she said. And with that, I turned and left.
