Sorry for the slow update! High School gets in the way :( Keep adding characters, if your's isn't in yet, it will be...all the usual.

But I have a question for you ah-mazing readers! Okay, you know the site DeviantART, right? Well, if any of you have an account and are good at drawing people, or are just artistic, please PM or review telling me your username on that site and I'd loooove to have like a title-cover of the five girls. PLEASE PM IF YOU LIKE TO DRAW! It would really be nice to have a picture of the five of them, so people could visualize what they look like, please spread the word to any other artists out there!

I know, super long AN, and this has some boy action to make for the lack of it in earlier chaps: READ AND REVIEW!


Sutton surveyed herself one last time in the full-length, locker-room mirror. Her maroon OCD Cheerleading sweats were at a comfy-slash-cute fit; while her Cheerleader-issued T-shirt was navy blue, hugged her curves in an athletic way, and had the word "Co-Captain" scrolled across the chest in a maroon, swirly font. She put a hand to her head and made sure her super-tight, super-short ponytail was holding up. It looked sleek and professional—just the way Sutton wanted to feel.

"Mwah," she blew herself a glossy kiss in the mirror and turned on her black Puma tennis shoes.

Her heart was higher than the tip of her ponytail; cheerleading was her thing. For two hours and thirty minutes, three times a week, Sutton was in her cuhm-plete and toe-dal happy place; she flipped, cart-wheeled and stunted like a crazy acrobat…and the alpha loved every minute of it.

She was moving at a slow saunter, her thin hips swaying with effortless strides—which, of course, takes the most effort of all. Her large eyes surveyed the area right next to the grassy field, where three or four maroon-and-navy clad cheerleaders where setting down their LeSportsac duffel bags.

One popped her head up and recognized Sutton, "Heeey, Co-Captain!" she cried, waving her arms frantically.

Sutton seethed at being called "Co-Captain". Her and Fallon Connor shared the title—but Sutton knew that Fallon only got the title because the not-quite-alpha would burst into dramatic tears if she didn't. Puh-lease.

She walked closer and recognized the spaz-waver as Aria Mohundro; the dark-haired cheerleading/cross-country star. Aria was also Sutton's closest friend on her cheer squad.

"Hey, Aria!" Sutton giggled at her friend's over-hyper greeting.

"Oh my God," Aria stood in front of the alpha while she re-tied her laces, "My aunt just told me that your friend…Cecilia?" the dark-haired girl tapped her chin twice, "Yeah, her! She's one of the nominees for Most Scholarly Student in this year's year book!"

Nawt only was Aria impossible to dislike, she was the principal's niece. Correction: The principal's favorite niece. Which meant that she got to hear awl about super-secret-only-teachers-get-to-know-about-it things that the student body didn't dare to know about.

It made Sutton feel exclusive times fifty.

"Cecilia is a brainiac." Sutton licked her finger and held it up to make sure the wind wasn't too strong—blasting wind equals tangled hair. And no self-respecting girl wants that.

Aria looked confused at Sutton's lack of squealing for her BFF. But Cecilia winning brainiac awards wasn't something new. It was like Elle getting another guy's number; or Cory making another sports team. These things were a way of life.

Sutton was about to explain her reaction to the bubbly girl, but was stopped by a loud whistle. All the girls working on their warm-up stretches looked around in irritation; until they saw who it was—and what they were lugging with them.

"Ready? Okay!" Fallon's ah-noying mock-cheer carried across the grass-lined quad, "I'm here, girls!" she air-kissed each of them, still standing at least ten feet away.

"Well, duh," Sutton muttered, feeling a Fallon-induced headache coming on. The girls around her tittered into their well-manicured hands, making no effort to actually cover up the laughter.

If Fallon heard the exchange, she didn't show it, "You're all going to luhh-ve me for this!" she stumbled forward, almost tripping over the three Louis Vuitton suitcases she was toting.

Sutton rushed forward to help her, making sure her teammates knew how sweet and helpful she was, "Here, Fallon! Let me help with those." She widened her eyes sweetly and grabbed two bags, meeting her rival's eyes with faux kindness.

"Thanks?" Fallon sounded unsure.

"No prob, Bob!" Sutton chirped; gently placing the cases on the freshly-cut grass. She relished the feeling of knowing her biggest opponent was scared of her sudden kindness. The alpha didn't exactly know why she was "killing Fallon with kindness"…but it seemed to make Fallon uncomfortable, and that was enough for Sutton!

"Anyway," Fallon faced the team with her hands clasped behind her back; her wavy blonde ponytail was directly in between her sharp shoulder blades, "I was in my ninety-nine degree, lavender-bubble infused hot tub with Ali last Thursday." She set the stage for the girls, "And I was thinking: Our outfits are so outdated! I mean, come awn! Black Reebok tennis shoes?" What are we, in the disco age?" she paused, but everyone either looked bored or offended.

Sutton turned to Aria and tapped her palm against her reflective lips. Aria giggled, winked, and popped her gum to show Sutton she ah-greed.

Fallon sent them a glare, "We need something updated. Classy but fun, right?" a few girls nodded; that was enough for Fallon, "Well, my cheer sisters, say hello to my little friends!" Fallon said in a very Tony Montana-ish way, while whipping the suitcases open.

Half the girls rushed to the opened suitcase, while the other half surveyed Sutton's expression and stayed put; bored looks on their freshly made-up faces.

Even thought we all know they were really just dying to get a look at the new fabric.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" Liz Barton—another mistake on the squad…according to Sutton—squealed, holding a piece of fabric up to her A-cups and grinning like mad, "I was the first one to get a new outfit! Ha ha ha ha ha!" she repeated the cheer a few times, her heat-damaged hair flopping in and out of her face; like cheap tent flaps.

Fallon almost blocked out the sun with her pearly grin, "Aren't they just ah-mazing? Ali and I designed them ourselves."

Aria pushed a lock of hair from her face and glided forward—a bored expression replaced her usually bubbly personality, "Thanks." Her voice was flat as she accepted the uniform Fallon thrust at her.

Sutton thanked Gawd Aria was so ah-mazing. Now she could properly survey the outfit without looking like a toe-dal LBR.

With a few more swings of her narrow hips, Aria was back at her side; holding a metallic/sequined/maroon monstrosity. A thigh-high skirt, incrusted with sequins, set just below the girls' pert butts—if they flipped the wrong way…boom, flash central! A sleeveless corset top in a metallic shade of maroon made them look wasp-waisted.

Which is a good thing, right?

Navy, flat booties rounded out the look; the pair of swishy pom-poms—same color as the shoes—was the only "traditional" piece of clothing they would be wearing.

Sutton felt like she might barf…or faint. Or both. Nawt even Whitney would be seen wearing something so ahb-viously flasher-like. She glanced around at the other girls, waiting to see them smirk-roll their eyes, or stick their finger mockingly down their throat. But everywhere she looked—given, Aria was still glaring at Fallon—she saw excited faces and toothy grins.

Ehmafashiondisaster!

A rush of alpha energy flowed through Sutton's veins; that force drove her to force a fake smile, stalk over to Fallon, loop her arm through the other girl's, and walk slowly to a shaded tree yards away from the rest of the group—who were still fawning over the new uniforms!

Fallon smoothed her perfectly straight shirt and glowered at Sutton, "What, darling, couldn't take defeat with your head held high?"

Sutton smirked, feeling rage bubble up in her chest, "No, dah-ling," she mimicked Fallon's baby-time, "Why would I hang my head if I'm winning? The only thing I happen to be irritated about is that you got new outfits…without consulting me! We're co-captains! Co!"

"I just figured since you always take care of our outfits, it would be nice for me to return the favor."

For a split-second, Sutton almost felt bad for calling Fallon out on the uniforms; and the she remembered…Fallon was an actress. And a good one too, she had grudgingly admit.

"Keep your charity for the Salvation Army." Sutton pivoted on her waxed heel, giving Fallon a full view of her swinging hips as she sauntered away.

Even though the alpha was so done with the convo seconds ago, she couldn't shove away the last bits of doubt in her head: What if the girls thought Fallon was in charge because she picked an outfit? Would Sutton put the "be" in "wannabe"? She felt her Nutella-coated wheat toast coming back up her throat at thought of her being a—LBR.

When she made her way to the girls, they were yelling to see who could "project" their voice the loudest—which basically screaming "GO TOMAHAWKS!" with their hands cupped around their mouths. Sutton relaxed slightly; these girls needed her to stay pretty, talented, and fashionable.

And who doesn't want to be pretty, talented, and fashionable?

Aria stopped yelling when she caught sight of Sutton, "Hey, did—"

Sutton gave her a stop-talking-I'll-tell-you-later look, "Girls!" she double-clapped for good measure, "Give me your attention, puh-lease!" eventually, the girls quieted down and looked at their (favorite) co-captain with wide eyes.

"Girls, I've been thinking about some things…" she trailed off dramatically, a brilliant plan hatching in her alpha brain, and watched her teammates' faces go blank, "I don't know if all awl of you are committed to this squad."

"I am!" Liz shouted, biting her lower lip, "Please, please, please don't kick me out!" her dull eyes started to water.

"I'm nawt going to kick you out, Liz." Sutton rolled her violet eyes, "It's just…I feel like we're nawt a family. We just work together and go home. That's all."

"But you always tell me never to talk to you when there are other people arou—" one of the girls tried to point out.

"Uh, did you guys here something?" Sutton spoke over the girl; hearing that their own captain wouldn't let a teammate talk to her in the hallway probably wouldn't help her chances at gaining the support of her cheer-betas.

"I think I did hear something," Aria picked an imaginary piece of lint off of her shoulder.

"Probably just the wind or something," Sutton winked her thanks to Aria, "Anyway, Fallon really took it too far when she never even tried to consult me on the new uniforms! She toe-dally left me hanging. And I don't think that's making the team feel like a family." As the girls nodded their agreement. Sutton met Fallon's large eyes and smiled slowly; letting the other Captain know exactly who was the better actress.

Fallon might have won the girls over with slutty outfits—but Sutton was about to win the gold medal in keeping her ah-mazing place at the top.

::

"She did what?" Elle shoved her fat-free latte onto the bamboo table and stared at Sutton, eyes wide.

Sutton took a rejuvenating sip of her English-toffee cappuccino, letting the smooth liquid warm her throat, "She tried to give the team new uniforms without consulting me. Whatevs, though—she's probably wallowing at home this very moment!"

The five girls shared a round of high-fives and pressed their coffee-based drinks together.

Yumi's head suddenly shot to the left, "Ehmagawd, girls! Look who it is!" she pointed to a dark-haired, skinny kid sitting two tables down them.

"Is he taking a picture of his own coffee?" Cecilia put a hand to her mouth and softly giggled.

Sure enough, the boy was holding his out-dated camera phone to the plastic, Starbucks cup and clicking the "picture" button repeatedly.

"Oh, look, its Cory's boyfriend!" Elle cackled her distinct, short-laugh that everyone loved.

"He's nawt my boyfriend…" Cory mumbled, redness creeping into her cheeks.

It was no secret that Evan Knight, the kid Sutton was now smiling slyly at, had a huh-yuge crush on the sporty blonde. Every Valentine's Day for the past three years, he had given her an assorted bag of words hearts saying thing like "Will U Be Mine" and "I Love U". It would have been nerdy-cute for someone like Xavier or Aaron to do—but Evan was a nerd. The biggest guy-nerd at Briarwood.

So, for Evan, "nerdy-cute" turned into "stalker-freak".

"Come awn, Cor, lighten up!" Sutton stood from her wicker chair and smoothed her champagne-colored tunic top, making sure it hit mid-thigh, "We're girls. And what do girls always want to do?"

"Have fun."

"So…" Sutton raised her eyebrows at Cecilia, Elle and Yumi.

"Let's have fun!" they squealed.

Sutton touched her curly chignon, "Good thing we dressed nicely for Starbucks and mani-pedis." She swept a final coat of gloss on her already-pink lips and turned to the girls, "Always look good, girls. You never know who you might run in to." And with that, her small, leather-boot clad feet marched across the faux-wood floor in perfect steps.

Evan was now leaning forward in his chair, intently reading a comic book. A guy in Spandex tights was trying to pummel a half-spider, half-human guy—Sutton knew how the Tight Guy felt…sometimes she wanted to do the same to Fallon.

The alpha positioned herself right behind Evan and let out a short giggle, making sure two loose curls fell into her hair innocently.

The nerd whipped around, almost knocking his thick-framed glasses off his face. Right when he saw Sutton, his cheeks turned bright red and his light blue eyes widened, "Uh, hi…" he stammered, stuffing his comic book into his dark blue Jansport backpack.

"Hey, Evan!" Sutton stepped slightly aside so Cory was fully in view; Evan smiled immediately, hope clear on his face.

"W-what are you girls doing here?" his voice was crackly, like a radio station you can't quite pick up, because he hadn't quite hit puberty yet.

Meaning he didn't even have the looks to make for his lack of coolness.

"Oh, you know, the usual: Quick coffee run, manicures, pedicures…I'm sure you know all about it." She winked at him slowly, feeling like a fearless goddess. Even around nerdy guys, she luh-ved the feeling of flirting—nawt as much as Elle…but enough.

He gulped, "Okay." His cherry-red face turned to Cory again, "Are…are you trying out for the Summer Tennis League this year?"

Evan was so red, he looked in danger of fainting; Cecilia stood poised to call the cashier…just in case he suddenly flopped to the ground.

Cory twirled her Trina Turk cardigan strings, looking awkward, "Yeah, I am! I try out every year, actually."

While Cory and Evan looked anywhere but each other in an uncomfortable silence, Sutton noticed her chance to do something everyone would remember.

"Hey, girls," she winked at Cecilia, Yumi and Elle, "Wasn't Cory just raving about how ah-dorable smart guys are?" she knew it was slightly mean to put Cory on the spot—but come awn, what else are best friends for?

While Cory slid her hand across her throat, telling the girls to stawp, Elle, Yumi and Cecilia nodded their heads frantically; silent laughter bubbling behind their shiny lips.

Evan perked up, "You like smart guys?" he mumbled to his cuticles.

Cory looked dumbfounded, "Uh…"

"Well, I like strong guys!" a fake-girl voice sounded from a few feet away.

Sutton, feeling annoyed at her intruders, snapped her head around to get a nice, evil-eye in—when she realized it was Xavier, Liam, Tyler, and Alex. They all looked comfy-cute in different colors of Reebok/Nike/Adidas basketball shorts, and light, white crew-neck tops. Sutton guessed they were Haynes.

"You like guys?" Yumi gasped, pulling out her second phone.

"Nawt really…he was joking." Cecilia put a hand on Yumi's tanned arm and gave her a sympathetic look, "Too bad, that would have been interesting gossip."

Xavier narrowed his eyes at them, probably wondering why they were talking about him, but the two girls only shared a silent-giggle-filled glance and turned back to Sutton.

"Are you guys stalking us or something?" the alpha was flirt-asking the guys.

"Yeah," Liam ran a hand through his sweaty but ah-dorable sandy-blonde hair, "But don't be worried…we only follow the best." His voice was low and very manly.

"If you're trying to hit on us, at least compliment our clothes or something. Tell us we're "number one" isn't exactly making me feel special, if you know what I mean!" Elle hooted from next to Tyler.

Tyler's eyes went wide when they slid to Elle's black pencil skirt, "We'll try harder." His voice was sweet and kind.

"Promise?" Elle brushed a strand of strawberry-blonde hair from her forehead and jutted her hips out, displaying her curvy-but-slim body.

"Promise." Tyler's shyness was ah-dorable! They were opposites; Elle would talk and laugh and flirt, while Tyler smiled and spread his sweetness behind the scenes—they would be perfect together! Elle luh-ved him already.

Xavier kept asking Yumi what her and Cecilia had been talking about; but every time he asked, Yumi would press her fingers together, run them across her full lips, and pretend to throw away a key. Even Xavier had to admit Yumi looked cute keeping a secret from him.

"Hey, Cory," Xavier suddenly yelled, "We should have a basketball game, how about this Thursday? Two-on-two. You and Alex, against Liam and I! The three of us have been wanting to play for a while; and Tyler's more of a lacrosse person."

"You play basketball?" Alex nudged her lightly with his hip.

"Give me a sequined jersey and I'll play against Michael Jordan any day!" he laughed and they high-fived. Cory felt electric crush-rays jolt through her arm and vanish into her heart.

Looks like someone's getting a slam dunk this Thursday.

"Alright, girls, we've got mani-pedis scheduled in twenty minutes. We have to get there early…you know how the old ladies at the spa always try and lay in our chairs." The five of them shivered at the thought of old ladies getting their toenails clipped before they sat in the chair.

"Are you always this punctual?" Liam smirked at her.

"It's nawt so much as to get there…just to get away from you amateurs." She raised her eyebrow, waiting for him to challenge her again.

The guys whooped and slapped Liam's back, while he not-so-subtly checked out Cecilia's butt her straight-legged jeans.

"Bye, boys!" Sutton blew them a kiss and walked out the front door, knowing Cecilia would be right behind her, and then Elle, then Cory, and Yumi would saunter out last, her dark hair fanning behind her.

As Cory swished past her brother and his toe-dally ten friends, she realized something: Evan had disappeared while she'd been flirting. No, she didn't like him in any other way than a friend…but she couldn't shake the feeling that Evan might not like her as much anymore—and that bothered her more than she cared to admit.

::

Yumi sighed and padded across her calm-inspiring bedroom. Everything was designed to make you feel serene and simple; the gentle green of the walls, the pure-white canopy, the smell of lavender oil coming from the bathroom.

But nuh-thing could keep the dark-haired beta calm when her sister's ah-noying music was blasting through the wall between their bedrooms.

Yumi just didn't have the energy to tell her sister that the music sounded like a cat dying; she was in a good mood—having just been exfoliated from head to toe in the spa—and, besides, she needed to get on IM and ask Sutton about the latest Monica-news.

So she pulled a pair of puffy earmuffs from her cream-white drawer and snapped them over her tiny ears. Walking clumsily over to the white laptop—having toe-dividers really doesn't help you move gracefully—she flipped open the top and immediately saw a new e-mail in her inbox.

She scrolled over to the sender and frowned—someone named "xoxo957" had sent her a message. But Yumi clicked the e-mail anyway; she is the gossip expert of the group. If she can't find a new rumor before anyone else, who can?

To: GossipGirl55

From: xoxo957

Re: Hey, Yumi. Yeah, I know your name. And I also know something else about you: That you love gossip. And lucky for me and you, I have some…and it's juicy. Alright, you know the infamous heartbreaker Monica, right? Of course you do, who doesn't? Well, I heard she's finally met her match. That kid she likes now, whatever his name is, he likes someone else. Don't know who. Don't know why. But he does. Maybe Sutton doesn't even have a chance at getting you girls into this party. But, then again, I've been wrong before…I think. Don't bother asking who I am, I don't give away information for free. Oh, and don't mention this to Monica, Sutton, or anyone else. This is our little secret—for now. Remember, my little gossiper, even diamonds have their flaws…and so does everyone else, even Monica…

Yumi read the e-mail over and over again, feeling important and scared all at once: Important because she was the only who knew this little secret…that Monica might nawt get the guy she wanted. And scared for the same reasons.

What if Monica found out? What if she ruined Yumi? What if Yumi became a…LBR? Sutton, Cecilia, Elle and Cory would hate her! She wouldn't have friends, a social life—

Her frantic thoughts were interrupted by her twin's music hitting a loud note and her mother could be heard yelling from down the hall.

Yumi twirled her hair into a low bun, slipping on satin, pink pajamas. The goose-feather pillow felt good against her tension-lined neck.

Then she realized something: Gossip was her life. It made her who she was. It got her a special spot in her own clique. Even if this was something that included Sutton, it was gossip. And she knew, better than anyone else, how to deal with these types of things.

So without any further thinking, she whipped out her phone, clicked "Send to all" and typed up a quick message.

"Let's see how you handle that, Mystery Gossiper." She snuggled tightly into her bed, feeling better and more refreshed then she had in days, "You might be the Princess of gossip—but I'm the Queen. And nobody forgets that."


Ooooh, a new twist! Again, plllleaaase keep giving me new OCs, and please review new ideas for the story! Please tell me if your character isn't in the story yet.

So for this chap: Give me your OC's best friend. It has to be another character, like who they're the CLOSEST with out of everyone. I mean, come awn, even a Clique has girls that are closer to each other than others. Thanks for reading and ask your DeviantART pals if they can draw something for me!

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