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"I'm telling you, dude, she was so freaking hot." Kemp said, biting his lip and closing his eyes with his I-just-pwned-that-noob-in-Call-of-Duty and I-just-saw-the-hottest-girl expression (the two were pretty much the same). He was somewhat unofficially with Alicia Rivera, but just like her, he was constantly checking out other people.

And Olivia Ryan was worth the wrath of Alicia's angry bickering once she found out about his girlish gushing.

Cam nodded his head absentmindedly. He wasn't really thinking about the new girl. Cam Fisher was a decent guy. And decent guys with girlfriends didn't get that excited over a new girl, even if she did look stunning.

"Where are Josh and Plovert?" He asked Derrick, whose back was to him as he put stuff into his top locker. Fisher, Harrington, and Hurley–their lockers were all pretty close together. So was Josh's, but he wasn't anywhere to be found.

"Oh, they're at Plovert's locker." Derrick answered. He groaned. "Dammit, this book isn't fitting!" He said, applying more force into pushing the thick Biology book into the cluttered mess of a locker.

Kemp ran a hand through his curly, brown hair. "Dude, Cam, you should totally go for this one. She's so freaking fine!" He sighed, a smile spreading out on his lips as he remembered the girl's cascading waves of white-blonde hair. He was a sucker for blondes, but not as much as he was a sucker for a girl with curves. He wasn't going to lose Alicia, he'd let his friend have this one.

"I'm going out with Massie, remember?" Cam said.

"But she's so uptight." Kemp rolled his eyes. "Where as Alicia only pretends to be, but she's a real freak on the inside." Kemp winked.

Cam wrinkled his nose. He wished Kemp would keep these things to himself. "Um, no thank you."

He liked Massie. She had a way of keeping his attention, something not many people could do. And plus, he liked the way she was always so in control of everything. He respected how much dignity she did everything with. Massie, to him, was just perfect.

Since all he had at home was his trouble-making older brother and the dysfunctional family that only seemed to worry about Harris, all he wanted was some perfection for once. Massie was just that.

"Dude, it's your loss," Kemp rolled his eyes.

"It's not going in!" Derrick huffed, still in his own little world and completely out of the conversation. He shook his head to get his dirty blonde hair out of his eyes.

"If I didn't have Alicia already..." Kemp's voice trailed as he looked at Cam with a serious face. "I'm only giving you my advice, Cam. Appreciate it."

"I am." Cam lied, furrowing his brows.

"Screw this," Derrick groaned. In a dramatic motion, he took the green textbook out of his locker and held it out. "Can one of you guys just put it in your locker?"

"Sure," Cam quickly said, taking it as a golden opportunity to end the increasingly awkward conversation with Kemp.

But unfortunantely, Kemp and Derrick both followed him a few lockers down to his own.

Cam twisted the lock, putting all of his concentration into that one little task.

"Biology is freaking dumb," Derrick said exasperatedly. "Who cares about cells? How is this going to help us in the real world?" He asked, looking at Kemp.

Kemp shrugged. "I don't know."

"Have you ever seen a cell?" Derrick asked, obviously trying to prove his point.

"Nope," Kemp shook his head.

"Exactly," Derrick sighed, throwing his arms up in the air with defeat. "So freaking dumb," he repeated in a mumble under his breath.

Cam, at that point, finished placing Derrick's textbook in his locker and had closed it. He turned to see Olivia making her way through the hallway. He rolled his eyes. Once Kemp saw her, the conversation was going to start all over again.

"There's the new girl." Kemp whispered, nudging Derrick's arm with his elbow.

Derrick looked around the hallway, his eyes flickering from one girl to the next. New girl? This, he had to see. Derrick was the player at the school. There wasn't one hot, single girl in his grade that he hadn't kissed. There were even a few sophomores that he made out with too.

He had to quickly place his mark on the new girl before some guy snatched her first.

"New girl?" He asked. His eyes caught a glance of white-blonde hair. "What new girl–OH HOT DAMN!"

From that moment on, Derrick Harrington was whipped.

–

Massie stabbed her fork into her bowl of salad. The crunch of defeat from the leaves was satisfying. The fact that it was just a bunch of vegetables left her mind. Her anger had to find a way to seep out.

"Kemp was totally checking her out." Alicia said, shaking her head as her hands balled up into angry fists. "He's such a pig!"

"Alicia, you were checking out that one senior two days ago." Kristen pointed out. She wasn't affected by this new girl at all. Her boyfriend of two years, Josh, was too much of a gentleman to do anything stupid or Kemp-like. Then again, stupid and Kemp-like were pretty much the same thing.

"Omigod, it was a senior," Alicia hissed. "It's totally different." Kemp wasn't insecure. She was. It was insensitive for him not to realize that her feelings shouldn't be played.

"She's crazy," Dylan nodded her head, stuffing ravioli into her mouth. She had crazy fast metabolism and ate as she pleased. Alicia and Massie were crazy jealous. Kristen always burned the fat off during soccer. "Massie was giving her warning looks. Weren't you, Massie?"

Massie nodded, her lips pursed angrily. At the moment, she looked just like her mother Kendra. "Only a half-wit like her wouldn't have realized what my looks meant. I was obviously telling her to sit with us. My bag wasn't even on the seat like it usually is."

"You wanted her to sit with us?" Alicia asked, looking aghast.

"I wanted her to sit away from Cam." Massie explained, rolling her eyes. "I rather have her next to me so we could just shun her."

Alicia giggled. "So ironic."

"Are you sure you don't want her in the group?" Kristen raised an eyebrow, leaning closer so no other tables could hear. "I mean, I hate to admit it and all, but she's really pretty. All the guys are going to like her. It'd make us look bad if she's more popular than us."

Massie narrowed her eyes. "That's stupid, K. No one would like a ditz."

Kristen shrugged. She was the smartest in the group. She was on scholarship, even though her family was just as rich as everyone else's. Her standardized testing scores were just too high to just consider her as a normal student.

"Seriously," Massie said reassuringly. "Cam likes me cause I'm, well, you know, smart and all that. Josh likes Kristen because she's smart too. Kemp likes Alicia because..." Massie tilted her head, trying to think of a reason that wasn't shallow and had to do with her boobs. "Um, because you guys like to engage in witty banter!"

Alicia snorted. "Ha, Massie."

Massie huffed. "And Dylan, everyone loves you because you're just fun to be around."

Dylan grinned, bowing her head a bit for fun. "Thank you, thank you," She said before taking a big bite out of her breadstick.

"My point's proven, okay?" Massie rolled her eyes. She propped her elbows onto the table and sat there seething silently.

"Uh-oh," Kristen muttered.

"What?" Everyone said in unison. They all snapped their heads up to see Olivia walking to their table.

She was biting her lip anxiously as she made her way to the PC. It was obvious that she was nervous talking to them. She kept tugging at the bottom hem of her gray t-shirt and running her hand through her hair.

"Um, I'm sorry, Mass, but did I do something wrong by sitting next to the guys instead of you?"

Massie narrowed her eyes. So Olivia did see her angry glares. "No." She scoffed. "Who in the right mind would want you sitting next to them?"

Kristen, Alicia, and Dylan all followed Massie's example and narrowed their eyes at Olivia.

"Oh." Olivia furrowed her brows. Her grayish blue eyes glimmered a bit, but to Massie's dismay, she probably wasn't going to cry. "Sorry to bother you then," Olivia frowned, turning around to scan the room for any friendly faces. She saw her brother sitting with a group of skater boys and decided that those guys would be too stoned to be any fun to sit around.

Then she saw two hands waving her over. One belonged to the bushy-haired kid in her math class; the other was connected to a good-looking, blonde-haired boy. Then she saw Cam, giving her an encouraging smile.

That was all she really needed to see.

Olivia grinned back, speed-walking across the cafeteria to her new group of friends. The moment she sat down, the blonde boy instantly started chatting her up.

"So, new girl, are you from Tennessee? Because you're the only ten I see."

–

"I have to what?" Massie gasped, standing up from her comfy spot on the couch. "You've got to be kidding. Mom, when have you become sadistic?"

"Not now, Massie," Kendra Block warned, sensing a Massie-fit coming. "We've got guests." She murmured in a low voice, but it wasn't low enough for Kristen, Alicia, and Dylan to not to be able to hear.

They all tilted their heads and scooted closer to the edge of their chairs. Was Massie really going to defy her mom's authority right in front of her friends?

Oh, the suspense!

"Fine," Massie gritted her teeth. "Bring her in."

The phrase sounded oddly drug-dealer-movie-esque, but it fit.

Kendra gave Massie a tight smile, only for show, and walked over to the spa's doors. She opened it and gave Olivia a warm welcome. "Hi, dear. Massie and her friends are just hanging around and watching movies. Why don't you come in and join them?"

Olivia hesitated. She knew Massie was being forced. She was a bit clueless at times, but not completely oblivious.

Kendra gently nudged her in and left, closing the door behind her and trapping Olivia inside. She might as well throw Olivia in a room with a bunch of angry pit-bulls. Massie was no better.

"Hi," Olivia said slowly, looking around from face to face.

She didn't know the names of Massie's friends, but knew their faces. There was the gorgeous Spanish girl, whose beauty was kind of darkened by the scowl on her face. A fiery redhead sat next to her, mirroring Massie's glare. Then there was a dirty blonde-haired, sporty-looking girl who was dressed in a Nike hoodie and gray-and-yellow Pumas. She looked the nicest, because she was neither smiling nor glaring.

"I'm Olivia. I saw you guys at lunch. You guys are in my math class." She said quickly.

"We know who you are." Alicia hissed.

"But ah-pparantely," Massie said, stretching the word's first syllable to make it sound snobbier, "you don't know who we are."

The girls all got up from their seats and formed a half-circle around Olivia. They all towered above her, except Kristen who was the same height.

Pairs of eyes were narrowed and staring–amber, brown, green, and blue.

"Um, so maybe you guys should introduce yourselves then!" Olivia said hopefully, trying her best to stay cheery. Maybe the mood would catch on. Maybe laughter was contagious. Maybe smiling would spread some sort of calm joy.

And maybe she was being too damn optimistic.

Massie sneered. "Duh-livia, how stupid can you get?"

Olivia closed her eyes for a second and inhaled deeply. It was always because of that. She was never smart enough. People always looked down upon her for that.

"Just because you're living in my house doesn't mean you're living in my life." Massie whispered coldly. Olivia could feel Massie's cool breath on her face. It sent icy shudders down her spine.

"I'm sorry." Olivia said, not knowing what else she could say. "I don't know what I can do."

Massie narrowed her eyes. "Why don't you just go live somewhere else in squalor?"

Olivia furrowed her brows. "Wait, squalor? I thought this was Westchester."

Kristen snickered. "Squalor isn't a place. You really don't know shit." She blurted, surprisingly even herself.

Olivia's perfect lips formed into a silent zero. It was the wrong time for her to be lacking in vocabulary.

Olivia backed away slowly towards the door. "I'm sorry. I'm just going to go now."

"Take this as a warning." Massie said, placing her hand on her white denim skirt-covered hip. "Don't talk to me or my friends."

"I'm sorry." Olivia repeated, reaching for the doorknob.

"And don't talk to my boyfriend." Massie hissed. "Cam's mine."

Olivia froze as she blinked in horror. Wait, that beautiful boy was already taken?

By Massie?

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