Here's my new fic, guys! Based on the totally awesome book "Art Geeks and Prom Queens"!

Summary: Gabriella, totally new to the Newport Beach scene, is told that she has "potential" to be any hot girl she wants to be. By the overall queen of Newport Beach that conveinietly has a locker next to Gabriella. Will she take up on the offer? And what will happen to our already reigning Queen?

PROLOUGE

"Gabriella, I'm trying to get rid of your 'I'm a cute virgin' label. I know you want this. Probably more than me." Garrett smiled, roughly pulling down my plaid Burberry's miniskirt. I was pretty sure that he was the one who really wanted it.

Even though I was drunk, I was still conscious of the fact that this was all Leila's fault, and if Garrett cummed all over the plaid Burberry's skirt that I had borrowed from her, it would be no tanned skin off of my back. But I wasn't really sure if I wanted it or not.

"I'm not ready for this, Garrett. Sean's probably ready to apologize to me." I said, slipping away from him and rolling off of the couch. "But hey, I know that Charley really likes you. Maybe I can get you two together." I shrugged, kneeling down and stuffing the vodka bottle he had given me into my green suede Prada bag. I knew Charley was going to kill me.I stood up, stumbling towards the door, hitching up the skirt.

"Ohhhh no you don't." Garrett grabbed me by the waist, pulling me back towards the couch. He straddled me, slipping his hands past my wispy pink camisole. "Play hard to get? And you say you're a virgin."

"No." I moaned. My head spun as his hands found the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head. His hands hungrily tore my bra across my skin. And he didn't know that he was actually hurting me. I pleaded for him to stop. But he didn't listen, and slid his pants down his hips, coming closer.

My foot found his crotch. And it must've hurt pretty bad, because he fell to his knees, holding his balls. "What's wrong with you, you bitch?" he shouted in pain. I was in panic mode, quickly pulling on my clothes on, making my way for the door and back into the party. All of the drunk and high people, all of the people I thought were beautiful and cool, stared. And laughed. Because they knew. Well, they thought they knew that I had lost my virginity to Garrett.

"Where are you going, slut?" Leila hissed in my ear as I opened the front door. I was going to ignore her, but you just don't turn your back on Leila. "You knew I liked Garrett, so why on earth would you go and sleep with him?" she crossed her arms over her chest.

"You slept with my boyfriend!" I blew up in her face, seriously pissed. I threw my Prada bag over my shoulder, feeling the vodka bottle bump against my ribs. It felt like I had been hit by a truck.

"It was a game. Chill out." she rolled her eyes.

I turned back around, taking a step out into the night.

"If you leave, you are totally gonna regret going to school on Monday." Leila threatened.

I shuddered, knowing that she was right. But I still took off down the sidewalk. Leila had driven me, and there was no way I was going tostay in thathellhole until she was done partying. Suddenly, I stopped, bent over, and vomited on the sidewalk, some of it dribbled into the crack of cement and down the rest of the sidewalk. I kept on walking, knowing that if you threw up on the sidewalk in that neighborhood and you were caught, you would be paying for it.

So... this was the beautiful life of being popular? I think not.