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oddly enough

"Oh, would you look at that," Josh Hotz said, with a smirk on his face. Claire Lyons and Kemp Hurley flanked his sides as they walked to the back of their History classroom. "We have the infamous slut, Kristen Gregory, in our class. Oh! And her HIV positive boyfriend, Cam Fisher."

"Shut the fuck up," Cam spat.

Claire snickered, then folded her arms. She glared at Cam. "Doesn't feel so good being on the other end of the comebacks, does it?"

"Fuck off, whore." Cam rolled his mismatched eyes.

"Hey," Kemp snapped, coming to Claire's defense immediately. "Shut the fuck up. You're just a dumbass bastard who deserves every comeback that comes your way. I swear to god, Fisher, if you throw one more comment at Claire or any of my friends, I will fucking ruin your goddamn face."

Josh laughed manically. "Ah, aren't you guys excited to have this class together?"

Kristen glared at Josh. "What are you trying to do here?"

"Oh, I'm just trying to have a little fun, Kris." Josh winked at Kristen. "I mean, if we're going to have this class all year, I'm going to make it as fun as it possibly can be for us." He gestured at himself, Claire and Kemp. "As for you two-" Josh sobered up, taking on the deadly look he's known for giving. "I'm going to make it a living hell."

"Bye guys," Claire said, faking a flirtatious wave as she followed Josh and Kemp to the other side of the room. Josh sat at the desk in the very corner, Claire sat to his left, and Kemp sat in front of Josh. Claire kicked her feet onto her desk, and Kemp turned his chair so he was sitting parallel to his desk.

"Good morning class," Mrs. Jackson said, walking into the classroom. "Sorry I'm late, had a mix-up with a student."

Josh quickly noticed the young teacher smoothing down her messy hair and adjusting her bright red blazer. Josh took note of her messed up lipstick and the wild look in her eyes. He discreetly took out his cell phone, sending a mass text to his group.

Josh: derrick harrington is already fucking teachers on the first day.

Massie: you saw too? he just walked into dyl's and my algebra class, and he had a smirk on his face and he just looked like he got out of sex.

Dylan: yeah, it was fucking disgusting as hell. how does he turn people on?

Claire: lmao right. watch him closely mass, we could easily twist this around and get revenge, or get what we want from the teachers.

Kemp: I say we do both. I want revenge on those good for nothing assholes, but I also want high respect from these teachers.

Massie: consider it done. I'll just have my sweet, caring daddy step into the school and have some talks with the teachers.

Claire: perfect, and btw, I hear that alicia rivera fucked Mr. Fryer during homeroom, and that's why she was late. my resource also sent in a picture. she was adjusting her short-ass mini-skirt and her hair when she walked into class.

Massie: even better. meet after class?

Josh: done

Kemp: done

Dylan: done

Claire: done

Massie: and done.

...

"What could they be texting about?" Cam Fisher asked Kristen Gregory, as he kept looking at his ex-girlfriend and her friends.

Kristen shrugged, all though she would love to know what they were planning. She watched Claire put her phone away and share a high-five with Kemp. Although it was a remotely quiet high-five, it sounded like gunshots to Kristen's ears.

How had the tables turned so quickly? Kristen was supposed to be the one in Claire's seat; not her! How had Massie forgiven Claire so easily, but Kristen and Alicia were forced to suffer in social exile? And what the hell did Dylan do to get back into Massie's social graces?

It wasn't fair!

"Kris," Cam soothed, nudging his friend. "We'll get them back."

"Hell yeah we are." Kristen pulled out her phone and sent a text to her group. She was done waiting to get revenge on Massie, Claire, and their good-for-nothing friends. She was done waiting. Now, she was ready to play.

Kristen: the time has come. we're getting revenge on those assholes, and I'm not waiting any longer. you're in, or you're out.

Derrick: I've been ready all damn summer. let's go.

Cam: I'm in.

Alicia: already got a plan going. if I make things even more dramatic, maybe len will get involved and help out.

Olivia: that sounds perfect. I'm so in.

Kristen: perfect. It's time we got our rightful places back on this corrupted social ladder. us at the top, and massie and her phony friends down at the bottom.

Alicia: my house, after school. We have some planning to get done.

...

"What do you all have?" Massie Block asked, sliding into the head seat at Table 18.

Claire pulled out her cell phone. "Here, I have a report from my resource that shows that Kristen is planning revenge. I'll let you guys read the email."

From: Unknown

To: Claire Lyons

Hey, C, it's me. Just letting you know that Kristen is planning revenge, and her whole clique is ready. Planning is at Alicia's house after school, and Alicia wants to get Len involved.

I'll keep looking into things. You guys better do something quick- I'd hate to see you guys knocked down, you're the best clique at this school.

Claire took back her phone. "Obviously, we need to come up with something bigger and better."

Massie smirked. "We will. But I have an idea." She motioned for everyone to lean in. She didn't want possible allies of Kristen's posse to be listening in on her.

"What we're going to do, is make it look like they have us," Massie murmured. "When they attack us, we're going to lie down and make it look like they took us down, and that we're no more. If they see us acting like that, they'll assume they got us and they'll let their guard down. It won't take long for that to happen. When it happens, we come in and show them that they've fucked with us for the last time."

Dylan smirked. "I love it. But what's the plan?"

"Oh, I'm already way ahead of you. I have two emails you guys need to read. One if from my dad, assuring me that he'll get it taken care of, and the other is from our beloved friend and ally, Layne Abeley."

"Ah, it feels amazing to hear from her again," Claire said. "I always loved her plans; they were so thought out and indestructible."

From: William Block

To: Massie Block

Hello Mass. Thank you for the very detailed email about all that happened on July 4th. I accept your apology and I fully support your decision to secure your alpha position at BOA. If my daughter and her friends are not alpha, I am not a happy father.

I will get with Kendra, Judi, Jay, and the other parents to devise a plan to help get you and your group at the top, and keep you there. It won't be that hard, we were once at this place ourselves.

Keep sending in the information you guys get. Tell Claire that we thank her for the proof on Alicia, and that it will be used to your advantage. Keep us updated Mass, and we'll do all we can to keep you five happy.

-W

"Oh, perfect!" Josh hooted, drawing attention to Table 18.

Kemp smirked deviously. "Nothing like having the originals on our side."

"Here's the other email." Massie pulled up Layne's email; the one everyone was dying to see.

After reading it, they leaned back, awed.

Dylan shook her head. "It's the perfect plan. Perfectly thought out, perfectly explained, and it is indestructible. But can we pull it off?"

Claire ran a hand through her hair. "God, it's the perfect plan. It really is. But Dyl's right. Can we do it?"

Josh nodded. "Layne gave us the plan for a reason. She must believe we can do it."

Massie looked around at her trusted friends. "Guys, we're going to do this. I believe we can. I'll forward the email to you guys, and it will go into action tonight, just as it says. We can do it. This is for our parents, and this is for the better of our school. If we don't go through with it, we will be ruined for the rest of our time at BOA."

Kemp nodded, solemnly. "I, for one, am ready. I want our alpha titles back. This is our time to show the school we're a force to be fucking with."

"That's not how the saying goes," Claire said, laughing.

Massie laughed. "You two are like brother and sister."

Kemp looked at Massie. "I want a new damn sister," he said in monotone.

"Asshole!" Claire called, laughing even harder.

"So, so immature," Dylan muttered, a smile on her face.

"Says the one who burps all the time!" Josh burst.

Table 18 erupted into laughter, pulling in attention from the outside crowd. The teens sitting at Table 18 knew they were exuding coolness and exclusiveness, but they paid no mind to the jealous stares from their peers.

an] wasn't too short, i believe. i hope you guys like the chapter!

i bet you guys are wondering about layne's email, or the fallout kristen was thinking about, or what massie emailed her dad. leave a review telling me what you think!

qotc- what do you think was in layne's email? leave a review!

i hope you all enjoy this chapter, (:

-elli