So, this is the first official chapter. It's not that good, but it's just an opening to show you the nature of the clique. Next chapter you'll get more insight on the inner workings of each clique member's mind. Oh and I loved everyone's reviews. They made me so happy :) Hopefully, you'll keep reading. It might have a slow start but you'll definitely like it, I guarantee. Read and review! Help tell what could be better, what's good, what should change, etc. Thanks for reading, my loves!


South Wing Lawn
Winslet-Gallaway Prep
August 29th
1:37 pm

Golden and amber foliage dotted the manicured lawn like confetti after a huge party. Katrina Bell softly hummed the melody of her oldest favorite song, Don't Speak by No Doubt, waiting impatiently for her clique to arrive. The Back-to- School Assembly was going to start in exactly twenty-three minutes, and by then, all alumni should be in the auditorium. And her clique should be right by her side, ready to dominate.

She sat back and closed her eyes, letting her chocolate-colored skin roast in the warm sunlight. This was the day before the official start of sophomore year, and she couldn't be any more excited. And any more stressed. She knew that her clique, the NHAs (which stood for Notorious Hawt Alphas) had been dominating the school ever since she became their alpha back in the eighth grade, but this was going to be the third year she was leading them, and it had to be a flawless rule, or her authority would be questioned, and that could nawt happen.

She opened her eyes briefly again. Ugh, where were they, she thought to herself, annoyed by their tardiness. She knew that they'd all be late, but not this late. She checked the time on her brand-new white Samsung Galaxy S4. 1:40. If the girls didn't get here in the next two minutes, they wouldn't have adequate time for outfit ratings, end-of-summer gossip, and reviews of the new year. That was totally unacceptable if they wanted to start the year off on a good foot. She looked around the marble bench she sat upon, but all she saw were other students mingling, hugging, trading stories of their summer...which she should be doing with her clique right about…now. At the same exact moment, two beautiful girls pranced up towards her, their arms linked, wide toothy smiles spread across their faces. One had a red velvet cupcake colored Rihanna-like bob, the other had long jet-black, waist-length hair that was sleek, glossy and pin straight. Katrina grinned at them, raking her fingers through her sleek, straight dark chestnut hair, styled with amber, caramel and honey highlights. Two of her three best friends, Catalina Brooks and Acacia Ledger had finally arrived. Her prayers had been answered.

"Cat! Case!" Katrina squealed as she ran up to them, greeting them with a huge hug. They air-kissed, giggling, fawning over each other with choruses of "You look great!" and "No you look better!" Then they sat down on the bench, getting closer together to talk about their ah-mazing summers.

"Cat, how was Italy with Aunt Marisa?" Katrina asked excitedly in a totally phony Italian accent, ready to hear the deets of her beta's summer. She'd been bragging about it, and she was ready to find out if her vacation was that awe-worthy.

Cat's bright cerulean eyes glinted and sparkled, giving Katrina her answer already. "It was fabulous. I didn't speak a word of Italian, true, but I guess looove speaks all languages." Acacia slapped Cat's newly tanned arm. "No way!" Cat nodded, as if she was saying "You better believe it."

"What's his name? What's he like?" Acacia demanded, unbelieving. Cat laughed at how surprised she was. Cat started counting off things about him on her fingers. "His name was Vincenzo, he was super tanned, he had a six-pack, and long brownish-black hair. He spoke a bit of English and had this really strong accent that was so sexy," Cat motioned for her friends to come closer, and she whispered the last part. "And he was the best. Kisser. Ever." Katrina shook her head. "I don't believe you." She said simply.

"What? Why?!" Cat practically screeched. Katrina shrugged, dismissing her. "It doesn't seem believable. You can barely pick up the cute barista guy at Starbucks that can speak full English and isn't nearly as hot as any Italiano boy. You're not gonna come back and tell me you managed to get this guy, and flirt with him long enough and good enough for him to kiss you." Cat looked shocked, and hurt. She whimpered, "B-bu-but, I have pictures..." before Katrina cut her off.

"Puh-lease, until you have three eye-witnesses, I'm not listening." She said harshly while rolling her light, golden-green eyes, signifying that the conversation was totally over. "By the way, where's Parker-Bella?" Cat and Acacia both shook their heads, and shrugged. "Wait, she's coming." They all turned towards a girl walking towards them, who had a soft, half-smile on her face.

Her crazy, curly hair was in a gelled messy bun with a headband, and her makeup was natural. Unlike Cat, Acacia, and Katrina who could pass off as models, Parker-Bella was ordinary. Not ugly, just plain. Her almond-shaped cinnamon brown eyes and pale, freckled skin made her look like the girl-next-door. It was a mystery she was accepted into this group of exclusive beauties. All three girls rose up from the bench, smothering Parker-Bella in hugs.

"Parks, you look gorge! We missed you so much!" Acacia exclaimed, her golden-brown eyes bright and genuine. The other girls said mostly different variations of the same thing. Parker-Bella's eyes shined with joy, at knowing that her friends missed her.

"Thanks guys, that means so much to me!" She said in her soft, baby voice. The other girls smiled at her, and giggled at how little-girlish she sounded.

"So how was your summer, P?" Cat started. "Any boys we should...question?" Cat said to Parker-Bella with a hint of sarcasm directed at Katrina. Katrina rolled her eyes, while Parker-Bella knit her eyebrows in confusion.

"Unlike you, Parker-Bella has actually flirted with a guy before. It's believable that she'd meet one, kiss one, maybe even do one." She winked, while Parker-Bella gagged jokingly. "You...not so much." Cat crossed her arms and stomped harshly.

"You're just jealous that I might have more boy experience than you." Cat sneered. Yet, Katrina kept her cool as her eyes twinkled, with something that looked like amusement. "If I'm jealous that you'd have more experience than me, what about Parker?" Cat was taken aback by how much sense her statement made.

"Well, what about the fact I'm your beta? If people see that I have more "experience" than you, they'll think I should be alpha. Parker-Bella has to jump a few more rings on the social ladder before she gets there." Katrina's eyes flared with anger, but she didn't do anything. Cat's eyes met hers, and they stared at each other intensely, before Acacia broke the silence.

"Guys, who cares who has more boy experience? We're best friends, we support each other." Acacia was always the voice of reason, because she was the sweetest, and most mature. "Cat, Katrina suspects you're lying just because you never talked to a boy in your life, now this guy is sticking his tongue down your throat, so..." Cat rolled her eyes.

"Whatever. If you think I'm lying, there's nothing I can do. Bella, how was your summer?" Cat faked a smile at her friend. Parker's gold tipped lashes fluttered as she said, "Great, I was at this cool all-girls science program, so no boys. Unfortunately."

"And my summer was just spent in Hawaii with my family." Katrina said family the same way she would say "vomit" "What about you Acacia, you never said anything." Acacia refused to meet Katrina's eyes.

"I kinda met my dad." The girls gasped. Acacia's dad left when she was two years old, and she never heard from him again. Katrina gave her a hug.

"How did it go? What's he like?" Everyone asked, chattering at the same time. A few tears came to Acacia's eyes, threatening to ruin her flawless smoky eye.

"I-I really, really don't want to talk about it guys, if you're okay with that."
"Of course, but when you're ready, we're so here for you." Cat assured her. They sat in silence for a few minutes before Katrina clapped loudly twice. She said loudly, "It's outfit ratings time, last day before we have to wear...the uniform."
"I really don't get what you guys don't like about the uniform, considering it's only a blazer. Then we get to wear whatever we want underneath." Parker-Bella said, questioning them.
"Um, Parks, not a lot of colors go with forest green." Parker shrugged, but shut up. "Anyways, everyone stand up. Cat goes first."

"I'm going for the sexy school girl look. I'm wearing a red-and-black plaid Agnes B. halter mini dress with thin black tights, a black Ralph Lauren blazer with the sleeves pushed up, a silver charm bracelet, and charcoal grey Chanel booties. I went for natural makeup, sleek straight hair and a black bow."

The girls all glanced at each other, then back at Cat. Her outfit was cute, but said more "schoolgirl" than "sexy" Katrina started. "8.7"
Acacia and Parker-Bella followed, with "8.9 and "9" Cat's face was crestfallen. "How can I bring it up?"

Katrina tapped her lower lip, pondering. "Put some red lipstick on and a darker, bolder mascara, to give it it's sexy. And you should've went for curls, nawt completely straight. You could pass off as a teacher, for god's sake." Everyone else nodded in agreement, while Cat started applying the makeup. "Acacia, you're up."

"Well, I wanted to go for summer, casual, fun, classy, you know. Nothing specific. So I'm wearing a strapless colorblock Marc Jacobs tunic with denim shorts and gold Jimmy Choo sandals and a gold chain necklace. I did a smoky eye to fab it up a bit and put on Stila silk shimmer gloss in "Kitten". Nothing special." Cat smirked to herself. She couldn't possibly score higher. "9.4!" Katrina said cheerily. "It's too casual for my taste, but it's really chic and the makeup is perfect. Well done."

"What? That's so unfair, I did better." Katrina sent Cat a withering glare, making her huff angrily and say quickly, "8.9" Acacia pouted a little and turned to Parker-Bella.

"9.3," Parker-Bella said while grimacing. "Sorry, I'm into natural makeup and, silver." Acacia rolled her eyes. "You're turn." Parker-Bella stepped forward shyly.

"Well, I was kind of going for summer feisty bohemian and-"
"Is that even a thing?" Cat interrupted, still fuming over her relatively low scores. Katrina held up a palm to shush her, and told Parker to move on.
"Anywho," Parker-Bella said with a trace of annoyance aimed at Cat. "I decided on a simple burnt orange Michael Kors maxi-dress with strappy turquoise wedge sandals with cute gold chains on it made by my mom." Parker-Bella's mom was a private fashion designer, meaning she only designed things upon request. "And I layered a bunch of really long bead necklaces which are all different colors. I kept the rest of my look really simple and tied my scarf on my head to make it look like a cute turban, and Dior sunglasses complete the look." The girls looked over Parker-Bella with admiration. As usual, she kept it too simple for their taste but stylish enough to keep up with them. Acacia spoke first this time.

"I'm in love with it, simple but trendy, colorful, summerish. But maybe you should go with peach lip gloss, not berry though. And gold eyeshadow. And more eyeliner. And maybe more mascara." Acacia added. She was definitely a makeup-aholic. "9.4" Parker-Bella beamed. "Cat? Katrina?" Katrina smiled back at her.

"For once, you've drifted onto the trendy side instead of the casual side. But what Case said; peach lip gloss, gold eye shadow, and either mascara or eyeliner to keep up with the glamour. If you do that, you might go from a 9.4 to a 9.6." Immediately Parker-Bella took out her makeup bag. Finally, it was Cat's turn for a verdict.

"Too much color, you look like a rainbow threw up on you, and you're a little too pale for the outfit. You get a solid 7." Acacia and Katrina gasped, while Parker-Bella shrugged. She knew Cat in a bad mood was just a ten-minute phase.

"Thanks Cat. Katrina, you're up." "Kay." Katrina said back. "I'm trying to go for, I totally dominate. I'm wearing black patent leather knee-high lace up combat boots with a heel that my mom has had for like, ever and black leggings with a sparkly light peach colored Calvin Klein tank top and a Stella McCartney olive green military style jacket. To go with the whole domination thing I have bright red lipstick that pops against my dark skin and bold mascara, and my hair is in a sleek, straight mid-part. I'm also ah-bviously wearing my Versace sunglasses" Cat's mouth was agape, and Katrina could practically see Acacia and Parker-Bella trying to replicate the outfit in their minds.

"Wow, I have to say Trina," Cat looked at her alpha with pure worship. "That's a pretty hot outfit. 10 worthy. Well done."
"Same." Parker-Bella echoed.
"I second that emotion." Acacia said. Katrina gushed and hugged her friends, but she already knew that she was going to get a ten. It was inevitable. She had carefully chosen her outfit over several weeks and made it up to perfection. She knew she looked hawt x 10,000.

Over the loudspeaker, a raspy woman's voice called out, "All students please report promptly to the South Wing Auditorium for the Back-To-School Assembly."

"Kay guys, gather around," Katrina announced. "This is our final year as lower classmen, let's make it count. Let's remind everyone of our alphaship, and that we rule the school. We'll meet up later to discuss, but we look hawt, and are hawt, and are the coolest, smartest, most beautiful girls that anyone can find for miles. Are the NHAs ready to rule?" Katrina asked.
"Yeah!" They answered.
"Ready for the boys?"
"Yeah!"
"Ready for the homework?" The girls all glanced at each other, unsure. "Ehhh..." Katrina laughed.
"Just kidding. Let's get to the SWA."
"What?" The other girls asked in unison.
"South Wing Auditorium. Keep up. To the beat of the chorus of Come and Get it by Sel. On eight. Five, six, a five, six, seven, eight!"
With their arms all linked, Katrina between Acacia and Cat, and Parker-Bella on Acacia's left side, they strutted into the building, singing the songs to themselves in their heads, completely in sync, completely in unison.

Savor it, girls, 'cause unity never lasts long.