I'm Charlotte Perrault, a member of the most popular clique in West Gate Academy. Currently, I'm walking along with my "friends" in the corridors of the school, on our way to the cafeteria. Crowds parted before Sabrina Hill, who leads the group. People smile at us, they wave at us, they adore us.

They may think that after we've passed them, we wouldn't hear anything. Whispers, hush talking, laughs, snorts, smirks. They also hate us.

We're not blind or deaf to be able to ignore those. Well, maybe some of us were dumb (please exclude me, I have a good common sense and nice grades), but we know what people think of us. Playboys. Bitches. Womanizers. Sluts. Jerks. Whores.

We always say "Hey!", "Hi!", "Hello!" like we're some kind of royalty or superstars. Maybe not outside the school, but once you're inside, you're in our territory. We're the rulers of the school. The tyrant kind. Dictator. Somewhere along those.

Let me show you an example. While we're walking some dorky nerd, wearing glasses and carrying books, rushes by. Someone in the crowd trips him and he falls. In front of Sabrina. How unfortunate. She looks down at him, with a fake smile plastered in her face. "Oh my, are you okay?"

He scrambles to pick up his papers and books, while nodding and stammering "Y-yes." Someone snickered. I feel bad for him, but I don't help him. No one does.

Sabrina clicks her teeth and studies her nails, "Hurry up, please. You're blocking the pathway." Somebody along the crowd raises a paper with 'Don't block the pathway.' written in messy handwriting. We laugh. The poor kid trembles and runs away.

"Come on, guys. I'm starving." Sabrina says in a sing-song voice. Despite that, she barely touches her turkey sandwich.

We chatter and giggle and flirt with each other while eating. People look and gape at us. When our eyes scan the cafeteria, no one meets our gazes. Everyone watches us in the corner of their eyes. That's okay. We love being looked at. We like being the center of attention.

Our group, like the cliche and usual popular group, conists of jocks, cheerleaders, beauty queens. Only the most beautiful and handsome and charming and charismatic are allowed. You have money and looks? You're in. You have the brains and looks? You're super in. Like I said, a lot of people are dumb, and they always need someone for their grades. You have money but no looks? Depends. If we, or more like Sabrina (since she's the leader, right?), likes you, then you're good. If not, she'll call you a friend. You have brains but no looks? Absolutely no. You're in the dork and nerd group. Appearances and wealth are definitely in our checklist. But connections are also there.

Me? I'm fairly pretty. I have glossy light brown hair and flawless skin, most of the time. I get a pimple or two, okay? I'm still human and I'm not that heavenly rich kid who visits the dermatologist everyday. My family is average. We're not poor, and we're not rich. I'm fine with my studies. A lot of B's, one or two C's and rarely an in our group, I'm considered smart. But the reason why I'm in the clicque is because of Sabrina. I'm her first friend in the school and the same goes for me. We were best friends. But now, I'm doubting it. I mean, she's nice to me and all, but there's just no... you know? the kind of bond that exists between best buddies.

"Char!" Sabrina smiles at me. "Have you seen the new girl? I've asked everyone in the group and no one saw her. Have you?"

I plop my chin in my hand, "No. What does she look like? And why would somebody transfer in the middle of the school year?"

She shrugs. "I don't know. Like I said, no one saw her. I mean, somebody saw her for sure-"

I cut her off, "Then should we ask somebody else? Maybe the other cheerleader or someone."

Her mouth curls up, "Should we? Or maybe let's just wait for her to enter the cafeteria. Everyone eats lunch."

"I heard she's pretty. And she's wearing red." Mike, the captain of football team and also my boyfriend, joins the conversation. We look at him. He grins at us and he puts his arm over my shoulder. "I heard it from a classmate."

"If she wears red," Isabella, leaning towards us, says, "then she should be easy peasy to find."

She's right. Red is a bright color, so we'll be able to find her quickly. Then the noise dies down and the whispers and whistles starts. From the entrance, creeping to the center, it moves quickly. We whip our heads to see a black haired girl walking between the tables to the line for food. She's wearing red lace top, shorts, and sandals. It's her.

A lot of guys, mostly from the jocks' table and from ours, whistle as she walks by. She just smiles at everyone. I look at Sabrina and see her grinning. The new girl's in our group.

The line is very long, and as quickly as the noise died, it fills the place again. When she gets her tray of food and looks for a table. Sabrina, me, and a couple of others in our table wave at her. No one other than us dare invite her. They all know we have our eyes on her. Sounds like predator and prey? *laughs*

She stops in front of us, with a smile on her lips and her head tilting a bit. "Hello. I'm Silena Beauregard."

Sabrina scoots to make a space for her. "And I'm Sabrina Hill. Come! Sit with us!"

"Thanks!" she beams. Once she sits down, we all fire our questions at her. She's nice. Not the kind of fake nice, the real nice.

"Silena, what makeup do you use? It looks so natural on your face!" Isabella compliments. It's true. She wears little makeup, but it's like her beauty is from the inside. Oh wow. I'm spouting beauty quotes. Beside Sabrina, who wears a lot more makeup than Silena, she seems like she's glowing. She's gorgeous.

"You could add a little more color to your eyes and lips." Adrianna suggests.

Silena laughs. "I prefer very light makeup. Too much makes me look 25. And... I have a hypoallegrenic face."

The other girls and I nodded sympathetically. "That's okay girl. There are lots of hypoallergenic products."

The next day, we expect her to come straight to our table. We're wrong. She smiles and says hi to us, but she passes by us.

"Silena," Sabrina calls, "where are you going? We reserved you a seat!"

"Sorry, Sabrina." she smiles apologetically, "Lulu invited me during the second period."

Lulu was pretty, but her prettiness is below from our standards. She's an awesome cheerleader with great skills, so she's the head of the squad. But she's not in our clicque. She, along with her friends, smirk at us as they wave and smile to Silena.

Sabrina grits her teeth, "Char."

I raise my eyebrows at her, "What is it, Sab?"

Her eyes flash defiantly, "Where do you think Silena best belongs?"

"Here, of course." There's no other answer.

She grins, "I thought so too. Tomorrow, we'll invite her before Lulu does."

"First period?"

"First period," Sabrina agrees.

The next day, Sabrina and I ambush Silena by her locker. We invite her to sit with us during lunch and hang out with us after school.

She says yes and I could almost see Sabrina jumping up and down in glee.

I'm a little late for lunch since I had a little talk with my trigonometry teacher. When I got to the cafeteria, everybody's already eating their lunch, except for Silena. She falls in line next to me.

"Hi, Charlotte," she greets and I greet back. We have a little talk about whatsoever things while we wait for our turn. When we finally get our trays of food, we turn to the table and see Sabrina and Lulu glaring at each other.

I lean to Silena, not taking my eyes off the two, "You saw that?"

She tilts her head, showing her glittery earrings, "Yeah."

"You know what that means, right?"

"Yeah," she said in a bored tone.

Does she really get it? I don't know what to think. Should I tell her bluntly?

I must've been making a face, because she laughs. "I may not be a child of Athena-" she abruptly stops, "Sorry, that's a metaphor. Anyway, I get it. I really do."

"So...?" I let the question be said silently. What will you do?

She smiles at me, "I'll do whatever I want."

I know I looked shocked. I could feel my eyes bulging in horror and my mouth parting in astonishment.

She raises her eyebrow and laughs a little too loudly, "What, afraid of a war?"

When I didn't answer, she giggles and says, "Come on. Let's go eat lunch with your friends."

'Your friends,' I noted. Not 'our friends.'

The table is filled with laughter when we got there. Then they start asking Silena millions of questions.

"What's your number? I've got to call you whenever there's a sale in the mall! Your clothes are beautiful!" Isabella chats happily.

Silena, on the other hand, looks a little uncomfortable. "I don't own a phone. I use my dad's during emergencies, but nothing more."

Whoa. Really? She said she has lots of designer bags and perfumes, but she doesn't have a phone? That's unexpected.

"Then how can we call you? Text you?" I ask.

"I prefer chatting personally."

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Eric, a jock, put his arm around her shoulders, which Silena eyes distastefully.

She removes his arm with her thumb and index finger, like it's a trash she's supposed to pick up. "Actually, I have. We've been going out for a month."

"You could dump him and go out with me," Eric tries to put his arm around her waist this time, but she scoots away from him.

She glares (If you wonder how she glares, think of a glaring barbie.) at him, "Not in a billion years."

"Just stop, Eric. You already have a girlfriend." Sabrina giggles.

He shrugs, "It's worth a try. Silena's prettier than her."

By now, Silena looks like she could murder the boy. But nobody notices it (except for me) 'cause they're all busy laughing.

After school, she hangs out with us in the mall. We invite her again in our table and she said yes. But the next day, she apologizes with a pretty smile (seriously, she does all things prettily.) "Sorry! I'm sitting with them for a while." By 'them,' she points to the table where nerds, smarty pants, and some average persons sit. We gape at her. Sabrina stutters "What? But they're dorks!"

Silena smiles a little, "That's true and that's why I'm sitting with them. My physics teacher announced that there will be a test next week. And I don't want to fail this one. I made a deal with my dad that if I pass this test, he'll buy me the latest Dior perfume."

Sabrina's lips form a thin line as she said "Sure, I hope you pass it. I bet that perfume's scent is lovely."

She walks gracefully to the table where the dorks are glancing at our table nervously. Of course they'd be scared. Sabrina's glaring at them. In the corner of my eye, I could see Lulu laughing at us.

After a week, Silena tells us she passed the test. So we immediately invite her again. She sits with us for a few days then she sits with another table, muttering an apology, "Sorry! I owe my lab partner something and I want to sit with her during lunch."

Sabrina says "Fine," and she sits with a loner, who I guess is her lab partner.

By then, we could hear people talking. Silena will sit wherever she wants and she'll join whatever group she likes.

Sabrina's so mad that she pulls me with her towards Silena's locker at the end of the class. People steers away from her. I know why; she's making an ugly face. Mike, my boyfriend and a member of our clique as well, notices it and he follows us, whistling.

Silena's talking to a crying girl when we saw her. She has her back on us, and when the girl notices us marching to where they are standing, she quickly excuses herself from Silena and runs away.

"Silena," Sabrina calls.

She turns, "I was giving love advice to someone. You scared her away."

Sabrina gives her a fake smile, "Nevermind her. She can go talk to someone else."

Silena crosses her arms, "What is it, Sabrina?"

Sabrina pours honey in her voice, "We missed you this lunch. For a few days, actually."

Silena sighs, "Sabrina, I am so sorry about that."

Sabrina smiles sweetly, "Then, tomorrow-"

"I'm sorry, but I won't sit with you anymore."

Sabrina forgets to mask her emotions. She frowns, "What?"

"I am politely declining your invitation to join your clique."

"But why?!" I suddenly burst. I think of all the persons, who didn't want to join us (yes, there are people like that, but very few.). They ended up being bullied by our group and isolated by many students. Silena's nice, and I don't want to be a part of the people who'll bully her.

Mike drapes his arm on me and on frustration, I swat it away. I take a step towards her, "Silena, we were nice to you, right? You fit in our group!"

Silena looks back and forth between me and Mike, "Your group consists of people who only care about their popularity and reputation. Maybe the past me would fit right with you, but not the present me. I tried hard to change, that's why I transferred schools. I've had enough of those people who aren't really my friends."

She looked at me, "I've heard lots about you, Charlotte. They say you're nicer than your other friends. You don't bully others, unless you're with them. You go along with the flow of your group. Why are you even with him?" She jerks her head to Mike, who frowns. "You don't even like him a bit. And I know he's just toying with you. I could clearly see that."

I take a step back. The truth is, my boyfriends are boys who the group shove to me. Some boy will sit and talk with me, and the next day, he announces to everyone that I'm his girlfriend. I don't bother argue, with the group looking at me and saying "Nice couple!" I broke up with them when they're too pushy about doing things, which are not yet on my to-do-list. Honestly, out of all the boys I've dated, I only really liked one.

"That's..." I falter. What could I answer?

Mike puts his arm around me and I don't move it away. "I'm not toying with her. She likes me and I like her."

Silena gestures with her hands, "Oh please. I bet you said that line to lots of people when they questioned your relationship. Girls are toys. That's all you could see in us." She looks at me, "You should break up with him."

Then she turns to Sabrina. "Sabrina, a girl, Courtney, she said you were her classmate in your freshman year. She said you're average and a bit invisible. Then you changed. People told me that you rose to fame by befriending the popular clique when you're a sophomore."

Sabrina shakes with rage, "What are you planning to do with those information? Blackmail us?"

She shrugs, "Nothing. I just want to know who I want to be friends with."

"Then did those people who told you about us how dangerous it is to anger our group?" Sabrina's voice was low and angry, like a growl.

Silena meets her eyes squarely, "I'm not afraid. I've faced worse than your kind. I'm probably going to face a lot worse next summer." I think I heard sadness and something else -guilt?- in her voice.

"I am going to know who you are, Beauregard. I'm gonna spill all your secrets and you are gonna regret what you've done," Sabrina spits it out.

Silena laughs bitterly, "Sure. I have something to do today. If you'll excuse me, Sabrina." And she walks away.

We all look at her, including the crowd of people who stopped around us.

Then Sabrina yells (yelling is something she never did before) "World War 3 starts now, Beauregard!"

I swear I heard her say "The war hasn't started yet."

Sabrina grumbles all the way home (I'm with her 'cause we have a project due tomorrow). She's my friend and I hope she doesn't read minds, because I can't help thinking that somehow, I hope that Silena wins this (whatever this is) and bring out the Sabrina I've become friends with.

A/N: So this happened a few months after the Battle of the Labyrinth. I'm sorry if there are some wrong spellings and grammar. I had no time to edit. Should I make a part two? I wanted 5o make Silena's story longer, but I don't want to exceed 3000 words. Anyway, please review! And thank you for reading! :)