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OCD
OUTSIDE THE ENTRANCE
FEBRUARY 06, MONDAY
7:58 AM
"Welcome, Solae Hotz."
The Spanish beauty smiled as slipped back her ID—an iPhone 5-sized gadget that OCD provides to students as way to be updated on school lessons and events, it allowed them to gain access to short profiles of each student the OCD has and had, and most importantly, it was their only means of entrance and exit of the school—in the depths of her Fendi. She absolutely loved Spain, with its exotic foods and one-of-a-kind footwear, but hearing the electronic woman's snobby voice reminded her that she was back in Westchester. Sure, Spain was fun but what good would it be when you owned the latest Louis when you were home schooled? Meaning, you had no friends other than the ones left at home and the only people you could properly interact with were the family members that were tired of hearing you go on and on about Louis and Louboutins even if that was what they also did when they weren't busy taking over the fashion and showbiz industry.
Truly, it was good to be back in the place she belonged. And sooner or later, the Bold & Vogue are going to figure out this was the place they didn't belong.
As soon as the holograph of her smiling picture flickered and disappeared, she gave the metal bar in front of her a slight push and with a click, she was granted entrance to the school. She waited, listening to the bleeps of the electronic woman welcome her friends to school.
"Alright, is everyone ready?" Solae called, looking over her shoulder for a moment before she turned to fully face her friends. She shifted her weight to one foot and planted a moisturized hand on her cocked hip, her lips tugging to one side to form a smirk.
Her brown eyes locked with Roxanne's almond-shaped sea green ones. True to the words spoken by the beta earlier, her eyes burned with determination to be able to kick the Bold & Vogue's butts for the continuous humiliation they threw at the Glam Clan's way. Then Solae's eyes met with Maxx's brown eyes. They glinted with the usual rebelliousness that made her dark green flecks seem brighter, but there was something more to it. Like she was ready to face anything, and would crush anything or anyone that would stand in her way like an ant on the sidewalk. Finally, Solae looked into Millie's sky blue ones which radiated the usual sweetness, but just like the others, they were determined. Good. That was all the confirmation that the alpha needed. They were ready.
They all walked over to her, taking their places beside her and each other. With a nod of her head she signaled them to start walking, but just as she was about to lift a sandal, Roxanne spoke out. "Don't you think it would be better to walk with a song?"
Solae crinkled her eyebrows in confusion, turning to them once more. What the heck did she mean? "Um, le pido perdón?"
Roxanne had been around her friend long enough to know she was asking what she meant. "I got it from my mom. She had a trip in memory lane not so long ago and she told me they used to walk with some song in their heads. It's pretty cool, don't you think?" The others nodded in agreement and Roxanne looked at Solae hopefully.
I'm back which means she's done acting alpha! And a bad one at that, Solae thought bitterly. If this was a movie, she would've been fired faster than a bullet for acting horribly! But Solae, determined to start the day right, nodded her slowly as if she was contemplating on it. "Come to think of it, it is a... decent idea." She paused for a moment, watching as her friend opened her mouth, no doubt to suggest a song, but Solae beat her to it. "Actually, I'm already thinking of 'Hollaback Girl' by Gwen Stefani. It's got a funky beat that we could totally work with. And the song definitely matches the position we're in. Agreed?" She was talking to everyone but her eyes were aimed at Roxanne.
"Ah-greed," everyone echoed.
"Good. Then before another interruption occurs"—another glare aimed at Roxanne—"we'll go sing the part that goes 'A few times I've been around that track. So it's not just gonna happen like that. 'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl, I ain't no hollaback girl.' Let's start in uno, dos... tres." She immediately began to mouth the words and lifted her right foot. As soon as it struck the marble floor, the others quickly followed suit with Roxanne on her right and Maxx and Millie on her left.
They strutted past the faculty room and the washrooms that took space of a small part of the first floor, their charm bracelets jingling as they did so. The scent of Xerox chemicals and spicy colognes ambushed them and claimed their nostrils as prizes. The girls merely shrugged it off, not wanting to be distracted with simple things. But still, Solae couldn't help but relish the familiarity of it all—even though she disliked the strange mixture of the chemicals and colognes and maybe even coffee, she realized that she still missed them. With each step they took, the louder the pre-morning sounds became; snippets of conversation, high heels clicking, the hottest songs blasting from the latest iPods, slamming metal locker doors. Judgment time has arrived.
Solae flicked her wrist.
This was it.
They made a sharp turn to the right and fell into step with the heavy flow of human traffic. An explosion of fruity perfume and sweet-smelling shampoo greeted the girls, replacing the Eau du Teacher scent. Trying to not to break the model air surrounding her, Solae struggled to take a good glimpse of everything by side-glancing. Girls whizzed past them in a mad attempt to finish everything that was needed before classes started, robo-janitors—gleaming white robots in the shape of trashcans on wheels with one obsidian-colored circle that served as their eye—wheeled around as they tried to stab pieces of bubblegum wrappers to death with an extending sharp piece of metal attached to the robo-janitors' backs, and human janitors went around, trying to convince the robo-janitors that they were stationed outside of the school, which meant they were supposed to stab trash outside where there wasn't any marble floorings. To an outsider, it would look like nothing really changed, but of course, the students knew better.
Suddenly, Solae lifted her palm. "Hollaback Girl" ceased to play in their minds and they stopped in their tracks in unison, like a well-rehearsed fashion show. The black haired beauty's eyes flitted around, a little surprised to see that no one has taken notice of them yet. Wait. No. She was able to establish eye contact with a timid-looking brunette whose eyes widened in recognition. The girl immediately pulled her friend's arm, who Solae knew as Cassidy, the notorious candy sucker. Trying to conceal the grin that was threatening to tear her face apart, Solae motioned for her friends to huddle.
"What's up with them?" Maxx said, more of a hiss rather than a whisper. "They're nawt noticing us—even you! And we're not even LBRs yet."
"Yet?" Roxanne screeched.
Ignoring the duo's comments, she told them, "Don't worry, girls. Sooner or later, they're going to notice." Already, she could feel the warmth that her schoolmates' stares were giving off.
"I think they already did," Millie pointed. "Look."
The girls turned, and to their delight, found the surrounding students whispering, pointing, and staring. Finally, Cassidy gathered her courage and spoke out what was in most of the people's minds. "Solae... is that you?"
"Who else do you think it would be? Vanessa Hudgens? Just kidding. Si, it's me; the one and only." She struck her best model pose.
Cassidy exchanged a look with the timid brunette and managed to smile. "Welcome back!"
Soon, a lot of people followed Cassidy's example. Numerous of greetings, smiles, and air kisses were thrown her way. All of a sudden, people started clapping and cheering. Most sounded forced, others looked genuinely happy she was back, while a few didn't bother to hide their displeasure. It was obvious they weren't big fans of the clique or they were avid supporters of Bold & Vogue but Solae couldn't be more gleeful. She did a quick look around, to see if any of the Special As from the nearby sister school of OCD, Briarwood-Octavian High Prep, were lurking about. Nope, Solae couldn't identify any. Not even Centina, a fellow eighth grader and one of the few friends she has outside of the clique, was around to witness the joyous moment.
But that could wait, Solae decided. What was more important was for Bold & Vogue to catch sight of her. Doing one final look around, a familiar velvet cupcake-colored head caught the alpha's attention. She couldn't see the face because of the oceans of poorly-dressed bodies that blocked her vision, but she was sure it was the beta of the rival clique fast approaching. And Solae knew that the rest of the clique was close behind, which meant she had approximately one minute to lay out the plan to her girls.
"Gather! Now!" She demanded, and the rest of the girls hurriedly complied as they tried their best to ignore the audience they captured. "Okay, so I spotted the wannabes and we've got less than a minute to put things to work. As soon as they figure out that we're the reason for this entire ruckus, we are so gonna clash with each other."
"So what do you want us to do?" Millie asked, glancing nervously at the crowd. She was obviously trying to spot Bold & Vogue. The group had clashed with the latter many times, but for some reason, the delta couldn't help but feel nervous.
"Be yourselves,"
"Um, what?"
"As your alpha, you gotta trust me on this," Solae smiled, looking sure of herself. "Our real selves are way better than those knockoffs' fake and true identities, because really, what's not to love about us? We are so gonna win this round."
Round? Roxanne glanced unsurely at her friends. Did that mean that ever since they stepped foot on the polished floor of the school, the battle already started? "Well, if that's what your instinct is telling you..."
"It's not just my instinct, Roxanne. It's my alpha instinct. And it is never wrong."
"What. The. Heck. Is. This?!"
The girls looked up to see the source of the raging voice, putting a stop to their scheming session. Solae tried to stuff back a laugh when she saw Angela Maxwell's face on fire, almost as if she momentarily lost her alpha composure. But then again, Solae argued to herself, since when was Angela ever qualified to become an alpha? Standing either side of her was the surprised Arielle Flowers and Gillian Baxter. Beside Arielle was Gracie Heart, not looking quite as surprised as the others but still as displeased. Maria Rodriguez stood beside Gillian with an unpleasant frown on her face.
"You..." Angela regarded Solae with a scowl on her face. Though the scowl quickly disappeared as soon as it appeared, a smile forming in its place. "Looks like you finally came back! Last I remember, you flew to Spain with your tail tuck between your legs." She started laughing and her friends felt obliged to join her.
The crowd, who a moment ago was still cheering, now fell deathly quiet as they surveyed the scene with uttermost caution. Some had their phones out, no doubt ready to record and send the upcoming brawl while those who didn't want to be caught up with the morning drama took a step back and ran.
"Although," continued Angela, "you look quite the same after all these months. Your chest is as flat as the boy next door, you still have the same fashion don't style, and you still look stupid."
Roxanne, Maxx, and Millie let out a gasp from behind Solae as she frowned at the giggling rival clique. "Number one, I did not 'run away' to Spain." Solae exclaimed, hands on her hips. "Please. If only my parents didn't force me to come with them, your little loser clique would've already been kicked out along with last year's Manolos." Angela opened her pink-stained mouth but was rudely cut off. "Number two, I don't know what outdated magazine you've been reading but I'm sure that making a big deal out of somebody else's chest is a no-no. And number three, sorry to correct you again, but it's you who looks and is stupid. Not me." Solae eyed her rival's outfit in disdain which consisted of a shimmery purple top under a thin white jacket dotted with pink, gold sequined shorts, and ridiculously high strappy heels in bronze that she was known for wearing because of her short height. Gold and white bangles, and a necklace with star charms completed the attention-hungry Vegas girl outfit.
"Coming from the person who's wearing a ridiculous charm bracelet." Angela snorted. "News flash, Solae! Charm bracelets may be cool right now but I suggest that you buy the ones from Tiffany & Co. Where did you get that? Guess?"
"Oh, this?" She took a few steps forward and shoved her right arm to Angela's fair face. "This bracelet watch is a gift for my girls. And not only that, but it signifies their loyalty to the Glam Clan."
"Glam Clan?" Angela drew her eyebrows together, trying to get a good look at the charms dangling from the bracelet.
"We changed our clique name, if you didn't notice. Of course, you five could only hope that you're staying true to your clique name. Bold & Vogue. Ha! I can see the bold part, but where does the vogue part fit?"
"What are you implying?" Gillian finally asked after a moment of silence.
Solae looked at the girl who snagged the number two spot in her Hit List. Gillian could've topped the list, if only she didn't give the alpha position to Angela. With Gillian's narrow dark eyes and curled brown hair that framed her pale face, the girls always thought of her as an airhead. None of them had her as a classmate during the sixth and seventh grade, so they couldn't have figured out that behind the girly God-given appearance was a scheming, cunning brain.
"Maybe I'm implying how you're alpha's bold enough to show her, um, slutty side sometimes. Though—"
"And what makes you think she's a slut?"
"Let's see here..." Solae pretended to think. "One, check how she stole Maxx's crush. Two, check how she's dressed up."
"With the way she's dressing, it doesn't bode well for the rest of you. A beta's outfit is as good as the alpha's, after all." Roxanne spat.
Angela glared at Roxanne with her grey eyes in a way that usually made people shiver in fear, but Roxanne held her ground. "I was actually thinking what lovely clothes Millie put on today, but since you're saying that if my outfit's bad, that would make theirs bad too?" She commented. She pointed at Gracie's get-up, which bore a slight similarity to what Millie was wearing. "What does that say for Millie?"
"Hey!" Millie suddenly said. She eyed Gracie's pink silk necktie top, white capris, and maroon moccasins. Just like Millie, a small portion of Gracie's brownish-orange waist-length straight hair was braided. Millie never appreciated it whenever she found someone wearing the same thing as hers, purposely or unintentionally. But even so, it looked she didn't want to say something good to Gracie, but was hesitant to say something ego-bruising.
"Great minds think alike," Gracie said dryly.
"Funny," sneered Maxx. "What makes your minds so great? This just proves how your lot consists of fake knockoffs!"
Arielle let out a gasp. "Say that again, and I swear that when you wake up tomorrow, your hair will be in an ugly shade of brown-black. That is, if you will even have hair."
"Don't act as if all those dye you've been using already seeped into your head! Your fashion sense is already starting to get worse than your threats. Stick to the gossip." Maxx taunted, patting her fiery hair, mentally promising that she wouldn't let it be touched.
Arielle's face turned red. She didn't find anything wrong with her sleeveless white shirt with the frills in the middle that was tucked into a gartered patched mini skirt. A black neck tie hung from the collar of her shirt and she wore brown kitten heeled boots. So maybe she took a risk when she opted for the neck tie instead of her signature bow ties, but celebrities took big risks all the time, and those risks paid off. Sometimes.
"Telling her to stick to the gossip is social suicide," Maria spoke for the first time ever since they came face to face. "Which, of course, we are happy to do." She added with a smile. Just like Arielle, she was a big gossip. But while Arielle was more of the type to start one, Maria was the type to search and scrape for it. Nevertheless, their mouths were bigger than Kim Kardashian's butt combined.
Angela smirked, her normally stormy eyes getting a little lighter, like sun's ray's shining through a dark cloud. "After what happened two years ago, I know that you know what you're up against, Solae, so don't bother. But if you stop before everything has started, then I might think twice about humiliating you even more. So just be contented with your soon to be B-list spot, okay?"
"Actually, Angela," Solae started, trying to mask the anger boiling up inside of her, "the battle already started even before you came up to us."
The sound of a gong being struck echoed in the hallways, signaling that they had ten more minutes before classes begun.
I still have to drop by the principal and the rest have to pick up their books, Solae thought. "Sorry, Angela. I enjoyed this, but my friends and I have more important things to do than chitchat with the likes of you."
"Like what?"
"Alpha matters that are none of your business. Now if you excuse us..." Solae tried to side-step Angela, but the strawberry blonde swung her arm to the side, jabbing Solae in the stomach.
Ignoring the pain that quickly spread through her stomach, Solae simply glared at her. "Are you a cow?"
"No! And stop using your friend's mom's put downs!"
"Then no wonder you're not mooving." She shot back, imitating a cow's call upon saying the last word. "Now moove before I sue you for stealing my alpha identity!"
"Or before we call the head New York New York to notify them that one of their show girls escaped to a school in Westchester." Roxanne deadpanned.
Stunned, Angela complied and let the Glam Clan pass, but not before giving each member her signature glare.
"Oh, yeah," murmured Maxx as they strode out side by side. "We are so back and better than ever."
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