Hey guys! It's been quite a while, and I apologize. Curse stupid writer's block! *sighs* Anyway, it's finally time to find out what was going on in Miranda's pretty little head at the end of the last chappie. So, without further ado, here's Chapter 37 :)

You have been cheated. You have been judged. You have been prejudiced against. Well, you know what else? You are not alone. We, like you, have become victims of Valorie White's manipulation. We, like you, were robbed of something we truly deserved, and now, we want nothing more than to make her pay. If you wish to join us and give Valorie what she deserves, please meet us at our apartment in the Bellmont building at 4:00 after school. To gain access to the apartment, go to the front desk and ask for Sandy Wells. We have informed her of a large meeting in our apartment and she will direct you to it. We hope to see you there.

Sincerely,

Miranda Carlisle, Macie Collins, and Molly Cook

(Antonia's POV): "So, you got one in your locker, too?" I asked Laura on our way out of the school.

"Yeah! And I asked Lorraine and Winnie about it and they both got a note, too," she told me.

"…So, are you going to go?" I asked her, hoping for a "yes".

"It's worth a shot," Laura said, "What have I got to loose?"

As soon as we reached the parking lot, we parted ways and went to our cars. As I walked to mine, though, I ran into an old friend of mine.

"Hi, Antonia," she said to me.

"Oh! Hey, Katie! Long time, no see," I said back.

Katie Duncan was a sophomore I had known since I was in 5th grade. We used to take dance classes together until she quit and started competitive cheerleading. I hadn't talked to her since I had seen her at the mall this passed summer.

"I know, right?" she said, "Hey, are you any good with directions?"

"Pretty good. Why?"

"Any idea how to get to the Bellmont Building from here?"

I stood there silent and confused for a moment. Why was Katie going to the Bellmont Building? Was she going for the same reason I was? But if so, then why? She's not a dancer anymore.

"Why do you need to go all the way out there?"

"Well, I got this note in my locker today. When these girls said they found a way to take Valorie White down and after what happened at the cheerleading tryouts yesterday, I was NOT about to pass up the opportunity."

"Wait, you too?"

I pulled my note from Macie and her friends and showed it to her. Katie was in shock.

When we made it to my car, I asked Katie if she'd like a ride to the Bellmont Building with me. She, being short of a car, gladly accepted and climbed in the passenger's seat of my red Saturn Ion.

As I drove off, I asked her, "So, what exactly happened at cheerleading tryouts?"

"Well, long story short, Valorie was there, and the whole tryout, she was whispering things to Mandi. I think she may have convinced Mandi to pick her friend, Hannah, over this girl, Vicky, who was probably the best one at the tryout."

"You're joking! Almost the exact same thing happened when I was at the dance team tryouts!"

"I heard about them. Didn't Valorie end up picking, like, five girls who weren't that good?"

"Yeah, the girls she picked were awful. Well, except for Tea Gardner, but I still don't know why she picked Tea. I thought those two hated each other."

"That's bull. You should be on the team, Antonia. You always were the best dancer in our class when we were younger."

"Well, I had a little competition, though."

I looked back over at Katie, letting her know that I was referring to her. She smiled.

(Miranda's POV): "Hi! Please, come in. Make yourselves at home," I said to Sooyoung Tong and Michelle Dilaurentis as they walked through the doorway. Since they were the last two to arrive, I closed the door and walked over to the staircase where Molly and Macie were standing.

"I'm gonna go in with the rest of the girls," Molly said, "You guys will be great. Good luck." She then left to join the group in the living room.

I turned to Macie. "You ready?" I asked her. "As I'll ever be," she said back. With that, Macie and I made our way into the living room where twenty-three girls were waiting to hear what we had to say.

In front of the girls, I had set up three visual aids to help with our presentation and covered them with a sheet. Both Macie and I took one final breath and finally started to speak.

"Hello ladies," I said to start it off, "I'm sure you're all wondering why we've called you all here today." There was a unified agreement from the sea of girls.

"I'm sure the dancers here have noticed that they're joined by quite a few of our school's cheerleaders and vice versa, and you're all wondering 'Why are they here? What do they have to do with what happened to me?'"

Macie decided to take a turn talking.

"Let us ask you all something," she said, "How many of you think you are good at what you do, whether it's dancing or cheerleading?" The whole group raised their hands.

"How many of you have trained for years in what you do?" she asked. Again, the whole group raised their hands.

"How many of you tried out for the dance team and didn't make it?" I decided to ask. The majority of the group raised their hands.

"Who didn't make the cheer squad?" Nine girls raised their hands.

"Now, how many of you feel that, despite some of the other girls in this room possibly being better than you, you deserve to have a spot on the dance team or cheer squad?" I asked. Everyone's hands shot up. I looked at Macie and smiled.

"Now, let me ask you this. Do you know the one thing standing in the way of the thing you deserve?" I asked them as Macie walked over to the first visual aid. I took out one of those metal pointers teachers use as Macie yanked off the sheet covering the first aid. It was revealed that the aid was a huge picture of Valorie White.

"To somewhat quote Janice from 'Mean Girls', 'Valorie White is a dictator,'" I said, pointing at the picture with the pointer, "She is manipulative, mean, and uses fear and intimidation to get what she wants. She acts like she's better than everyone because of her wealth, her ability to sway the so-called men in our school with her looks, and, to quote Janice again, her 'high-status man candy', I.e. KaibaCorp CEO, Seto Kaiba."

"Now, let's turn our attention to our other two visual aids here," Macie said, yanking off the other sheets, revealing two large pictures. The first was a group picture of the current members of the dance team. The second was a large picture of Hannah Butler.

"Miranda, may I use your pointer for a second?" Macie asked me.

"Why of course, Mace," I said as I handed her the pointer. I stepped aside and let her give her spiel.

"Here, we have a group picture of the current dance team," Macie said, circling the picture with the pointer, "Let's take a look at a few of the girls. First… Miss Amber Wu; junior class; okay dancer, but nothing special; was on the Domino Middle School dance team with Valorie White."

She scanned the group to find the desired person. "Laura Kim," she said finally. Laura stood up.

"You and I have been in the same dance class for about a month now and I've seen how good of a dancer you are," Macie told her, making her smile and turn red, "Tell me, Laura, do you think Amber's that good of a dancer?"

"No, actually. Not really. She's really sloppy and her technique isn't great," Laura answered.

"Now, tell me. Do you think you're a better dancer than Amber, Laura?" Macie asked her.

"Well, yeah. I mean, I've been dancing my whole life," Laura told her. Macie smiled at her. "Thank you, Laura," Macie said to her. Laura then sat back down.

Macie then pointed to another girl in the picture. "Miss Stacey Franco; junior class; not much of a dancer, but she is considered one of the hottest girls in school, due to her perfect hair, pretty eyes, and good physique," Macie pointed out.

Again, she scanned the crowd. "Jocelyn Padua," she called out. Jocelyn stood up.

"Jocelyn, when I saw you and your sister try out for the dance team, I was blown away. I mean, sure. You two don't have a typical 'dancer's body', but that doesn't matter. I could not believe the moves you two had," Macie told her.

Jocelyn looked down at her sister next to her. They both seemed happy with the compliment.

"Now tell me this. Do you think how pretty Stacey is makes her a better dancer? Anyone?" Everyone shook their heads.

"Jocelyn, do you think you or your sister should be on that team rather than Stacey?" Macie asked Jocelyn.

"Absolutely," Jocelyn answered. Macie, once again, smiled. "Thanks, Jocelyn," she said, allowing the girl to sit back down.

"And now…Miss Iesha Jones; junior class; descent hip-hop dancer; has been friends with Valorie White since, sources report, 5th grade."

She paused for a moment to scan the crowd once again for the face she needed to address. "Antonia Martinez," Macie said finally. Antonia stood up.

"Antonia, after watching you at the dance team tryouts, I concluded that you are an exceptionally talented hip-hop dancer," Macie said, causing Antonia to blush, "Tell me this, Antonia. If you were to go up against Iesha in a dance battle, who do you think would win?"

Antonia was silent for a moment and looked away. Then I realized that she was looking over at Carson. Carson did nothing but smile at her reassuringly.

"Antonia?" Macie asked her. Antonia looked back to Macie.

"I guess I would," she finally said back, looking back at Carson. Carson smiled. "Thank you, Antonia," Macie said. Antonia sat back down.

Macie then handed the pointer back to me. I then walked over to the last picture.

"Cheerleaders, can anyone tell me who this is?" I asked.

A girl in the back raised her hand. "Yes. Your name is?" I asked her.

"My name is Natasha Skilken," the girl said.

"Yes, Natasha. This girl is…?" I asked. "That's Hannah Butler," she said.

"Thank you. Now someone else, what significance does she have in this situation?" I asked.

Another girl near the front raised her hand. "Yes, and your name?" I asked.

"I'm Joanna. Joanna Graham. Hannah was the girl chosen to replace Mandi Shaw. She's also one of Mandi's best friends," she said. "Thanks, Joanna," I told her as she sat back down, "Now, one more person tell me if they noticed anything strange at the cheerleading tryout yesterday."

A girl sitting next to Antonia Martinez raised her hand. "Yes, and you are?" I asked as she stood up.

"My name is Katie Duncan. Yesterday, I noticed that Valorie White had come to the tryout. She seemed to be whispering things to Mandi the entire time," Katie explained to the entire group. "Thank you, Katie," I said as she sat down, "Now, does anyone know what was said to Mandi?"

Everyone shook their heads.

"Well, lucky for you, I have hearing like a dog," I told them, getting a low rumble of chuckles from the group, "I heard the two talking about who to pick. Mandi was going to pick Vicky to replace her, but Valorie convinced her that her squad would not want her back next year due to Vicky's experience and skill. She also convinced her to pick her friend so that she would definitely be welcomed back on the squad next year."

There was a collective sense of disbelief coming from the crowd. "All of that brings us back to Valorie White," Macie said, "and why we're here today."

"A major contributor to Valorie's power is her control over the two teams," I told them, "So what do you do to cut off Valorie's power? You take out the two teams. We believe that we have enough talent in this room to make both a dance team and a cheer squad better than the current varsity teams. And what better time to take Valorie down than in her senior year next year? That way, we'll have plenty of time for practicing and fund-raising without it getting in the way of school. What do you all think?"

Everyone was either elated or wondering why they didn't think of it first.

It was working! This was really happening!

After we got the girls to calm down one last time, we got Molly to pass around two clipboards: one for cheerleaders and one for dancers.

Valorie White, you're about to learn what happens when you cross the wrong people.

(Vicky's POV): After the meeting ended, I stayed behind to talk to the girls.

"I can't believe this is really happening!" I told them.

"I know!" Molly said.

"Yeah, but it's not gonna be easy," Miranda pointed out, "I mean, there's a lot to do. We have to find a place outside of school to practice, we need uniforms, and we need to work on our routines and have them perfected. To be able to do all that, we need money, so that means fund raising and a lot of it. Any ideas?"

"Well, there's always car washes and bake sales," Macie suggested.

"Well, we can do that, but that's not going to cover everything," Miranda stated, "Remember, we're completely on our own here."

"How about a car smash during midterms," Molly suggested, "That raised a ton of money for our softball team at Pacific Coast Prep last year."

"That could work, but what else?" Miranda asked.

"Well, there is something that my squad at my school in France did as a fundraiser, but you might think it's silly," I suggested.

"What is it, Vicky?" Macie asked.

"Yeah, no idea is a bad one," Molly said.

"Okay, well, about a week or two before Valentine's Day, we took all of our single team members and had a date auction. We invited guys from our school and schools nearby and made a killing. If I remember correctly, we made over six thousand bucks!" I suggested.

"Vicky! That's a great idea! How fun!" Macie blurted out.

"Yeah. Sounds great. I'll definitely put that on the list," Miranda told me, "If anyone comes up with anything else, let me know. Now, what are we going to do about practice space? It has to be somewhere where no one at school can know about all this."

"We could use my ballroom," I suggested, "Think about it. High ceilings. Marble floors for turning for you guys. We could get some mats for the cheerleaders and store them in my cabana. It's on private property and no one would know a thing."

"Terrific!" Miranda exclaimed, "That sounds perfect. Now, what about uniforms?"

"Oh, I know this great designer who I know could make some kick ass uniforms," I stated.

"Really? Who?" Miranda asked.

"Really, Miranda? Really?" I asked.

"What?" she asked obliviously, "…Oh. Aw! Stop! You're gonna make my head big!"

"I'm serious, Miranda," I told her, "You could design some awesome uniforms, and I'll help in any way I can."

"Yeah! Me, too," Macie said.

"I will too, Randy," Molly said. Miranda seemed to roll her eyes at her nickname. I couldn't help but giggle a bit.

"So this is it. We're really doing this," Miranda finally stated with a smile.

(Valorie's POV): "Come on, Seto. Please?" I begged as I walked up behind his office chair and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, kissing all along his neck. I could feel him begin to tense up as I hit that one point on his neck that drove him wild.

Then, all of a sudden, he shook me off and removed my arms from his shoulders.

"Not now, Valorie! I told you, I don't have time!" he shouted.

"You never seem to have time anymore!" I shouted back at him just before leaving Seto's office in the KaibaCorp building in anger.

Oh, sure! He doesn't have time to be with me anymore, but he has time to hang around with Miranda Carlisle! Yeah, right! We are together! We are supposed to spend time together. We're supposed to go out on dates. And HELLO! It's been, like, six weeks since we last had sex. That's gotta be a record or something! UGH!

After descending toward the KC lobby in the elevator, I stormed through the lobby and passed the receptionist's desk.

"Have a nice day, Miss White," the receptionist, Will, said as I passed. I simply ignored him and walked through the glass front doors, leaving KaibaCorp.

Uh oh! Looks like Valorie isn't too happy, and this new rival squad trying to liquidate her team is definitely not going to make matters any better. Will the girls be able to pull off their "secret squad" plan? Could this just be a rough patch for Seto and Val, or could it be more? I guess only time will tell. Until next chappie, take care guys :D