A/N: this is before the girls are in HS. They are all eight graders, same age as Massie and TPC. But Sabine and Reed are there too, because…well, because I said so.
Reed Brennan stood on her toes, peering around the corner. "Where are they?"
Taylor Bell rolled her clear blue eyes. "Not here for another five minutes." She rolled her eyes and mumbled, "Like I told you five seconds ago."
"Ugh," Reed dropped back down. She sat on top of her new Louis Vuitton suitcase, which had been a Christmas gift from the girls of Billings House.
Taylor hardly looked up from her tiny book of Sudoku puzzles. "Well, maybe if you'd brought something to do while you waited, you wouldn't be so bored."
"Whatever. Like I want to spend my first hours of freedom doing…whatever Sudoku is."
"You wouldn't have had to." Taylor ran a hand through her blonde curls as she pondered one of the trickier puzzles.
Sabine DuLac smiled kindly. "Perhaps," she said in her soft French accent, "You wouldn't be so bored if you hadn't insisted on coming out here"-she paused to look at her watch-"three hours ago?"
Reed sighed and crossed her legs. Then she crossed them the other way. Then she uncrossed her legs completely and crossed her ankles. Finally, the sound of tires running over gravel reached their ears. Reed jumped up and smoothed out her white baby-doll top. She checked her dark True Religion jeans for signs of wrinkles, then beamed. The limo was coming.
The car stopped and the door was thrown open. "Finally!" a girl shouted. The infamous Noelle Lange stepped out of the car and beamed. "I'm free!" She twirled around once, her new full-length Dior coat puffing out as she spun.
"We're free, you mean," came another voice. Kiran Hayes peered out from the limo, lifting her Gucci sunglasses from her eyes. Reed had no idea why she was wearing them, since it was cloudy and overcast. "Now, let's go. Rehab was absolutely no fun, and if they try to take me back there I think I'm going to shoot someone."
"Kiran!" cried out another two voices from inside. Ariana Osgood and Tiara looked out. "God, censor yourself, would you?"
"Maybe," Kiran said. "Maybe not."
"Not maybe," Noelle said coolly. "Definitely. Swearing is SO Ti's and my thing!"
"Exactly," Tiara called out, running a hand through her glossy dark blonde hair. "Now let's go before my lipgloss freezes on my face. The stupid people at the shoot put the worst color on me, and I have to get it off!"
"Well, why did you let them put it on you?" Sabine asked softly.
"The choice was wear ugly lip gloss, and get thousands of dollars for my new print ad, or wear my nice Chanel lip gloss and not get paid anything." Tiara rolled her eyes.
The girls laughed and piled into the car.
"Well?" Noelle snapped at the driver when they had all their luggage loaded. "Move! This hunk of metal isn't going to drive itself."
Nobody even saw that there was a car full of Easton Academy guys following them, all the way to Westchester.
A/N: yes, Tiara is a character from PRIVATE, just like the other girls in this chappy. So don't blame me for the uber-suck name! Hee hee.