Hi guys. Sakura Akki here. Just letting ya'll know that this is my Clique fanfic. The writing style is my own but the expressions like "Ehmagawd" and such are Lisi Harrison's brilliant creations. I hope you guys enjoy it and please comment whether you do or don't!

Disclaimer: i DO NOT own The Clique but I do own this story and its characters and plot lines! Love so much!!! Happy writing everybody!

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Back to School:

Scarlett Terry stood in front of her full-length bedroom mirror, critically analyzing her choice of clothing. Staring back at her was a pale teen with bold aqua eyes. Her small ski slope nose was perfection, according to her mother and fit beautifully with her full ruby lips. Her long pale blonde hair that usually hung down around her shoulder blades was pulled up into a messy bun. She had on an Ella Moss t-shirt with black and white horizontal stripes, classy pencil straight Hudson jeans and slip on black moccasins. She wore a dozen gold chains and a gold belt around her waist to match. She stared at her reflection, willing it to jump out of the mirror and tell her what was bugging her about her outfit.
A piercing beep sounded, followed by the beat to the Black Eyed Peas "My Humps". Dashing to her desks Scarlett snatched up her red Motorola, she flipped it open and pressed talk.
"Hey Bethany, what's up?"
"What's up?" Scarlett's friend snapped. "What's up is that your five minutes late of fashionably late. You told the girls to meet at my house so we could go to school early and if you aren't at my house in five, we're gonna be late for our first day of grade 10." Bethany Reids was one of Scarlett's BFFs and second in command. She was the only person, apart from her parents that could get away (barely) with yelling at her.
"Reids, chill." Scarlett said in a soothing voice. She knew her friend was never going to chill in a million years but she needed a reminder of who was in charge.
"Chill?" came Bethany's response.
"I'll meet you at school! I still need to work on my look." She said, giving her reflection a piercing stare. Suddenly she smiled and shrieked for joy!
"I know what's missing! Talk to you at school Bethany!" and with that she hung up on her friend and ran for her jewellery rack.

Scarlett's walk-in closet consisted of two shelves full of shirts, three full of pants and skirts, a couple drawers full of jewellery, make-up and undergarments, and a huge space where she hung up everything else. She ran for her jewellery drawer and pulled out a pair of red twirled earrings. Slipping the through the holes in her ears, she snatched up her red leather Coach purse and ran out of her room, down the stairs, and out of the Terry Estate.
George, the family valet was standing beside the limo, tapping his foot in irritation. Scarlett merely raised a delicate eyebrow and slid on to the creamy leather seats of the car, being careful not to slam the door as she closed it in his face. Sighing, George walked around to the other side of the car, started the car and drove the spoiled girl to school.

Arriving at Beltacon Private Academy just ten minutes before the bell was always best. Everyone stared as the queen bee waltzed down the halls of the all-girls' school and finally found the rest of her committee. Bethany stood in front of her newly assigned locker, tapping her toe at Scarlett.
"Why is everyone so impatient today?" Scarlett asked no one in particular, with mock curiosity. Bethany just shook her head. Suddenly her eyes widened in awe.
"Oh-ma-gosh!!!" she squealed excitedly. "I love your outfit." Scarlett just smiled and spun slowly in circles, showing it off from every angle. Her two other BFFs "oohed" and "awed" in unison at all the appropriate times.
"What do you all think?" She asked, hoping that the look she gave them screamed modesty. All three girls tilted their heads to the left as they scanned her outfit.

"The jeans look fantastic on your legs." Elsie Jones said, her face beaming with pride for being the first with a compliment. Her bright emerald eyes widened with hope as she waited for Scarlett to approve the compliment. Scarlett nodded and quickly scanned Elsie for flaws. It was critical that everyone in The Royalty Committee looked ah-mazing times ten for their first day back. Elsie Jones, daughter of famous chef Louis Jones the III looked picture perfect in her Chip & Pepper grey denim mini skirt and peach silk peasant blouse. Her chin length chocolate curls were tidy and bounced with every step she took.

"I adore your grey ankle boots! Are they leather?" Scarlett said, tapping her teeth with her French manicure.

"What else?" She giggled happily. Scarlett smirked.

"You are a nine point two." Elsie bounced up and down excitedly, causing her curls to mash into her pink simmer gloss. As she fixed herself, Scarlett turned to Tara.

"I definitely love your hair up. It's different from it always being down. Great for the new school year." Tara's medium sand coloured hair had the shorter layers pinned back with real diamond hair clips, a gift from Scarlett for her fifteenth birthday a few short weeks ago. Her hazel eyes were hardened, in preparation for any negative feedback. Being the newest member to the Royalty had prepared her for such things. When her plastic surgin father and trophy-wife step mother had moved to New Haven two years ago, Scarlett had immediately seen her potential and scooped her up. Yet after two years, she was still the newbie compared to the others who had been part of Royalty since Scarlett formed it in grade four.

Scarlett tilted her head so she could properly take in Tara's True Religion dark wash jeans and Juicy Couture pink tee. A cropped bomber jacket in black and black knee-high Uggs completed the look. But there was something..

"I love it all except the pink eye-shadow. Go to the bathroom and get rid of it and add some more eyeliner." Tara quickly nodded and hurried off to follow her instructions. Scarlett turned to Bethany.

"That leaves you Reids." She said already scanning her BFF since they were infants. Bethany's father was a big corporate head just like Scarlett's and their mothers had taken yoga together when they were pregnant. Bethany looked just like she always did, a Scarlett-drone, which Scarlett did not mind at all. She was wearing a dark wash pair of straight leg Hudson jeans with purple ballet flats poking out below them. Her long dark black hair had been straightened and left hanging over top of her purple Velvet blazer.

"Nine point four." Scarlett said smiling. "Now do me!" Bethany narrowed her almond coloured eyes and scanned on last time for effect.

"Definitely a nine point seven. You out do yourself every day Scar!" Bethany concluded. Tara, who had returned in time for the verdict and Elsie clapped their agreement. Scarlett sheepishly bowed.

"Thank you, Thank you! Now that first day wardrobe check is out of the way, will someone please tell me what was the big hurry to get me here this morning?" The girls looked between each other giggling. Scarlett felt a prickling go up her spine. They better have a good explanation. Bethany covered Scarlett's eyes with her hands as Tara and Elsie each took a hand and together they lead her farther down the hall.

"What is this?" Scarlett said, trying to seem confident but fighting to keep her voice from cracking. That was the problem with being an Alpha, there was always that possibility that your subjects may turn on you.

"This," Elsie said chuckling. "Is your surprise!!"

They all stepped back and Scarlett was in awe. The coveted locker group, the only section of lockers in the school that was nowhere near the office, teacher's wing, cafeteria, or bathroom and were semi-roomy was right in front of her. The section only had five lockers in it and the locker dead center was painted her favourite colour. The locker was now a bright scarlet (surprise, surprise) red. In the top center of the locker there was a gold star with her name written in black script.

"Ehmagawd! Ehmagawd, Ehmagawd, EHMAGAWD!!!" Scarlett squealed, causing the girls that were milling and greeting each other around them to stare at the Royalty in envy.

"Decorating lockers is totally forbidden! How did you guys do this!" she shrieked, trying desperately to keep her tears of relief in her head. She didn't need her public to see her get too emotional.

"It was my idea." Tara said proudly, standing just a little straighter.

"We went and asked for special permission." Elsie added, bouncing happily with Scarlett.

"When Principal Deats said it wouldn't be fair to give out special privileges, we just reminded her how much our families have donated to the school put together and she totally folded."

"So, how do you like it?" Bethany asked. The girls held their breathe, waiting.

"Like it?" Scarlett snapped, just to scare them. "I LOVE IT!" She shouted before jumping into all their arms for a group hug. She was definitely still in charge.

Mr. Brawn, the handsome American History teacher ran out into the hall from his classroom.

"What is all this ruckus about?" He said striding down the hall towards the girl. They separated and stood in a line with cocky half smiles on their faces. Mr. Brawn stopped in front of Scarlett's new locker and frowned, running a hand through his thick golden hair.

"What is the meaning of this? Girls, you know the school's policy." He said, shaking his head at them. Scarlett took a step towards him and the girls leaned forward ready for the attack.

"Obviously you don't remember who we are Mr. Brawn, because they you would have remembered that the school's policy doesn't apply to us." Smirking at his gaping mouth Scarlett continued. "It seems kind of backwards to have a history teacher with such a bad memory, doesn't it girls?" The Royalty chuckled and a few of the girls watching the confrontation from their lockers did too.

"If you have a problem with it you can go see Principal Deats." Bethany chimed in from behind her. Scarlett glanced back and sent her a shut-up-now-I'll-handle-this-thank-you glare before turning back to Mr. Brawn. "Yes, go see Principal Deats and she'll straighten everything out for you. But for now I believe we have a history class to get to." With that, Scarlett went to flip her hair, forgetting it was in a bun and ended up flipping her bun. Without stopping, which would have given her mistake away, Scarlett sauntered past him with her girls following her as the bell for first period finally rang.

This is going to be a good year.