Don't Mess With Me

"Here you go. Catch!" Taliah giggled, as she tossed Ashton a Low Fat Strawberry Dibs, who caught in her mouth.

"Your turn," Ashton smiled, grabbing a handful and launching them at Taliah.

"Ehmagawd! What are you doing?" Scarlette exclaimed, in pure disgust.

"Having fun," Ashton laughed, as ten Dibs came soaring threw the air. "Want to try? They're low fat." Ashton giggled.

"Uh, I'd rather not. But since you two are having sooo much fun, I guess you guys don't wanna meet some guys." Scarlette sighed, walking down the corridor.

"Did she say… guys?!" Taliah screeched, dumping the rest of the Dibs on Ashton. "Scarlette, slow down!" Taliah shuffled away.

"Tal, I'll catch you later. I'm still a little tired from the tour." Ashton yawned. She had a right to be tired. The tour of the immense campus had lasted three hours. Nothing but old building, trees, bushes, for a full three hours.

Ashton kicked off her slippers and tried to see where to start cleaning the mess. She couldn't rest knowing there was a huge mess waiting for her. Dibs were sticking to the hardwood floor, clothes were strewn everywhere, and the smell of nail polish lingered in the stuffy room. Ashton walked over to the window and opened it. She overheard two voices outside, near the fountain.

"We have to think of a way to get rid of them," Scarlette sighed. "Just because they model, everyone will want to be them, not us." She placed her head in her hands.

"We just have to be a part of them. Maybe if we asked them if they wanna start our own clique." Brenna thought out loud.

"Maybe, Brenna, maybe," Scarlette agreed, grabbing her Gucci bag. "We better catch up with Taliah." She motioned Brenna to follow.

"That little conniving, airhead!" Ashton whisper-yelled, backing up silently, just in case Scarlette could hear her.

"Ahhhhh!" Ashton screeched, tripping over a Luis Vuitton suitcase.

"Are you alright?" A boyish voice said, from the doorway.

"What?" Ashton asked, groggily. He must've walked in, because he picked her up wedding style, and laid her down on the nearest bed.

"Who are you?" Ashton asked, sitting up, rubbing the back of her head.

"Derrick McAlvary." Derrick said.

"Thanks for helping, Derrick. I'm Ashton Montiere." Ashton giggled.

"Well, I'm going to get out of your way." He said nervously.

"Derrick! What are you doing in here?!" Scarlette screeched.

"Helping a friend." He said monotonously, walking over to Scarlette, and giving her a romantic hug.

"Oh, well, okay." She said, giving up. She gave him a peck on the lips, and shut him out of the room.

"Is he your boyfriend or something?" Ashton asked, worriedly.

"Duh." Scarlette stated, filing her nails.

"Sorry. I fell and screamed and he just ran over, I guess." Ashton explained.

"Likely story. I'll let you off the hook this one time," Scarlette warned. "Let me teach you some rules…" Scarlette said, smiling evilly.

"Rule number one- NEVER flirt with a friend's possible boyfriend. Well, for you since you're new, and don't know anyone, don't flirt with any guy." Scarlette stated.

"Okay, next rule." Ashton said, readying herself.

"Oh, there aren't anymore right now, but trust me, there will be." Scarlette threatened.

"Are you threatening me?" Ashton asked, raising a perfectly waxed eyebrow.

"Are you scared?" Scarlette growled, raising both eyebrows.