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-GoodBadAndEverythinInBetween
Samantha POV
The next day dawned bright and early. I set off to school in the hope that Alissa would already be there and that we could insult Mercedes again some more. She was there, all right. She was'nt smiling, though. In fact, she turned away when she saw me. A few minutes later, when Mercedes made her grand entrance from the limo, with her crew in tow, Alissa actually ran over to greet them. Horrors never cease! They went around school arm in arm for the whole day. When I attemped to talk to Alissa, our conversation went a little something like this:
Me: "Hi Alissa! Where were you yesterday? I looked all over for you!"
Alissa: -Silence-
Me: "Alissa! Are you all right? Are you mad at me or something? Tell me why!"
Alissa: "You already know. I thought you were my friend. You betrayed me. End of story."
Me: "B...but...wha?"
Mercedes: "Samantha, listen. Alissa is prettier, more popular and smarter than you. And now she has us. It's no use trying to make life hard for her. If you don't back off from her and her life, you are in deep, deep shit."
Me: "I never..."
Jasmine: -nodding- "Leave Alissa alone."
And then Alissa turned away from me, leaving me totally alone - yet again.
Mercedes POV
And just that tiny act of manipulation on my part had me perfectly back on track as the queen of the school, with one more willing slave and all opposition crushed. Just goes to show that for total domination, all you need is your own army of money-controlled slaves, money, support, and popularity. Throw in a bit of scandal, manipulation, smarts and perfection and you get Mercedes Fallow.
"What now, M?" asked Arielle.
"Now? Oh, nothing much. Just go find Samantha, beat her up, and bring her head to me on a golden platter."
"What? No, seriously."
"Whatever you want."
So we just sat and savored the sweetness of victory.
The bell rang for the most-anticipated lesson of the day. The whole class was there early for the epic battle between Mr. Johnson, Samantha and me. I strolled into the classroom casually at the last minute, just as the bell rang, then sauntered to my seat with a smirk at Samantha and a secretive smile at Mr. Johnson. He rapped the table with his ruler and called the class to order, then grimaced at me and held out his hand for my homework. I handed it to him and lay back in my chair as he desperately tried to find something wrong with it. He could'nt.
"Ms. Fallow, well done." he said grudgingly.
Samantha raised her hand. Mr. Johnson nodded and she started to speak.
"Mercedes got another girl to do it for her."
The class gave a collective gasp. I sighed and scribbled down a note to myself: Samantha is dead, preferably died painfully and/or embarrassingly.
Mr. Johnson finally smiled coldly at me and said: "Mercedes, principal. Now."
Samantha grinned widely.
I held up a hand, then staring back just as coldly, I said emotionlessly. "Mr. Johnson, you don't have any proof or witnesses on this, do you? Everyone knows that Samantha holds a grudge against me, though why I don't know."
"Well, did you do it?"
I let a little look of babyish innocence cross my face and I widened my eyes.
"Of course I did'nt! I would never do such a thing!"
Jess raised a hand too.
"I saw that Mercedes did her own homework!" she defended.
"Mr. Johnson, Mercedes is totally honest, I can confirm that I saw her doing her own work." That was Jasmine.
He rapped on the table loudly.
"All right, class! This is a lesson, not a vote! Fine, Mercedes, I believe you. But if I ever catch you copying or getting someone else to do your homework..." he let the unfinished threat hang in the air.
"Yes Mr. Johnson." I said mockingly.
The class cheered. Pandemonium broke out as boys wrestled each other for their betting money. Most of them had bet on me anyways. I sat smugly in my chair as Mr. Johnson tried to subdue people in the chaos.
Samantha POV
I could'nt believe it! Well actually, I could. Mercedes could win over anything I did, anything anyone did, in fact. But how did she do it? How did she get hundreds, thousands, even of people to do her bidding? To trust her? To stand up for her? Being in this school was like being under a dictatorship. It was so terrifying. It was wrong. To stand up for something right was like asking to be beheaded. Well, socially, anyways. Which reminds me. Since my reputation has been completely destroyed now, I am going to fight back and do what many people want to do but do not have the courage to. I will fight Mercedes till the end.
