"Why is Alicia Rivera staring at us?" Suze Gellert questioned, adjusting her bright green headband in her glossy auburn hair. The Heart Breakers shrugged; matters of the Pretty Committee were trivial to them. But to Suze, the PC was like a sold-out Marc Jacobs handbag: something she was interested in but completely unobtainable. If she even mentioned the Pretty Committee, Massie would kill her in five seconds flat.

"Why wouldn't she be staring at us?" Aimee Colt responded, winking. Her perfectly manicured hand slapped four others, while Suze rolled her forest green eyes. Aimee, Saylene, and Denver were aware of her inexplicable fascination with the Pretty Committee, but chose to ignore it and never alerted Massie of it. She'd be furious, and if Suze got kicked out of the Heart Breakers, they'd lose her and her shoe collection, which would be considered a definite tragedy in their books.

"Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to be… one of them?" Suze asked tentatively, glancing nervously at Massie. Aimee and Saylene looked at Massie too, to make sure the brunette wouldn't explode. Denver held her Coach purse in front of her face, probably to protect her flawless makeup from Massie smithereens.

"Suze, are you a janitor?" Massie answered coolly, her amber eyes emotionless. Denver dropped her purse, and Saylene grinned, anticipating the alpha's copyrighted comeback. Suze kept a straight face, but her cheeks were blushing bright red.

"Nn-no," she stuttered, twirling a ginger curl around her finger.

"Then why would you want to hang out with trash?" Saylene guffawed, while Denver just seemed relieved Massie hadn't blown up. Suze's embarrassed face turned a dark crimson, completely diminishing the need for her Cover Girl blush. The other Heart Breakers promptly forgot the incident, and a buzz of conversation fell over the lunch table. Nobody noticed that Suze kept her mouth firmly clamped shut the rest of the period.

Her four friends had simply waved over the whole issue, but Suze was still thinking about the Pretty Committee as she dumped her tray in the trash. She loved Saylene, Denver, Aimee, and even Massie, but she couldn't help but feeling they weren't as great as everyone thought they were. Recently, the Heart Breakers, idolized by each and every seventh grader at OCD, had seemed less than perfect.

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"The Fresh Kills Landfill in New York occupies a space of over 2,200 acres, making it the largest landfill in the world…" Suze's science teacher, Mr. Myer, droned on and on about landfills, causing many of the students to fall asleep, using his monotone voice as a lullaby. Puddles of drool littered the wooden desks, and Suze cringed inwardly. Guh-ross!

None of the Heart Breakers shared this class with her; they somehow managed to get the same gym class while Suze was cursed to a lonely fifth period with her nature-obsessed teacher. Her emerald eyes flashed to the clock, and she silently counted down the seconds until the bell rang. 10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1! Brrrring! She slung her Vera Bradley over her shoulder and bent down to gather her heavy books. A pair of shining white Keds tapped the speckled tile in front of her, startling Suze. Glimpsing upward, she was met with an intense crystal blue gaze.

"I have a proposition for you, Suze," Claire Lyons stated warmly, sticking out her hand to help Suze up. "And I know you'll find it hard to refuse." As she took Claire's ring-covered hand, an ice cold feeling of dread passed over Suze. Claire's warm expression didn't seem so friendly anymore.

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