I woke up to someone furiously hitting me over the head with a pillow. With my face buried in my own pill I muffled courses of "fuck you's" and "leave me alone's," but the culperate wouldn't stop hitting me over the damn head!

"Claire, get up! You have to be ready in an hour for first hour!" Claire shrieked in my direction. Thank god she stopped hitting me I muttered to myself glaring at my pillow. I flipped over onto my back and yawned, looking around our room. Our dorm room was filled with boxes and bags, and only contained two twin sized beds, two closets, and two armoires, and nothing much else; we still haven't packed nor decorated; that's what tonight was going to be dedicated to. Packing and decorating. I let out a tiny yawn and wiggled around in bed, stretching out all my jonts. I sat up and blinked a couple of times, watching Massie line her eyes with some misty blue eye shadow. I got out of bed and wiggled around some more; dressed in only a pair of knee high socks, American Apparel panties, and an off the shoulder-typed shirt. I shuffled around the room still in a daze and looked for my towel, my tooth brush, my shampoo & conditioner, and everything else I thought I'd might need. I opened the door and strode toward the washrooms. I nodded toward a couple of random girls that lived in our dorm building, and strode into the washroom, having a quick shower.

I walked back to mine & Claire's room in just a towel, with my hair up in a complicated looking knot I happened to do with my towel. I should have probably thought of what I was going to wear I told myself pushing open the door and nibbling on my bottom lip. Claire was sitting on her bed putting random books and pencils and papers into her cream coloured leather satchel. I opened random boxes and threw handfuls and handfuls of clothes on the bed, trying to come up with something that said "I didn't try, and still fucking fit." Which honestly, wasn't hard, because I knew I was fit as hell; everyone at BP Prep knew I was fit as hell. I pulled on a black bra and pantie combination and continued to stare at my bed, when finally it hit me. I grabbed a pair of dark grey wool stockings from Marc Jacob and pulled them on, matching it with a purple and grey school girl skirt from Forever 21, and and a grey cropped top, that showed off a big clump of skin between when the skirt started and the shirt ended. I put everything on looked at myself in the mirror; not too shabby. I took my hair out of the towel on my head and shook it out a couple times, grabbing my mouse as I did so, and distribute the strawberry smelling stuff in my hair, putting it up into a high bun to set. With all my hair out of my face I applied some liquid liner to the top of my eye and rimmed the bottom with pencil. I applied black mascara to the top, leaving the bottom and picking up a crimson red lipstick and applying it, putting a clear coat on top which makes it last all day. I stood back to check out my reflection. Dressed to impress was an understatement.

"C, I'm going to run down and make some tea. Would you like some?" Massie said expectantly.

"Yes please, M, thanks so much. You're lovely. Can you please bring me a cookie too?" I said with a giant smile on my face; cookies and tea were my favourite breakfast of all time.

"Of course, Claire. Aha. You're such a fatty, gosh!" She said and skipped out of the room in her 2 inch black heels. I shook my head and laughed to myself. I tore into an open box of shoes until I found the perfect pair for my outfit; grey sued ankle boots with silver buckles. I stepped back again and took in my entire outfit; I looked bloody fit! Not that that was really a difference from how I look everyday, I said with a sharp laugh. I took my hair out of it's pony tail and fluffed it up a bit with my hands. The perfect bedhead was achievable if you actually tired. I walked to my bed and picked up my quilted purple shoulder bag off the ground, stuffing a sketch book, binder, makeup bag, pencil case, and a pack of crushed Marbolo cigarettes. Massie came in at that moment with two teas and a cookie.

"Smoking is bad, Claire, shame on you!" she said as she waggled her finger in my face, putting the tea down. I giggled and shrugged.

"What can I say? I need my fag fix" I said as I gingerly picked up the cookie and tore it into two bits, dunking one of them in my tea and nibbling on the end of it, trying not to mess up my lipstick. My phone vibrated uncontrollably on my bedside table as Claire plopped down on my bed checking the time.

"Half an hour 'til classes" She said, smacking her head on my headboard, groaning as she did so. I giggled at her pain I strode over to her and grabbed my black berry off the desk and clicked the 'on' button.

"C, are you and Mass almost ready?" Cam's voice rang in my ear with what I imagined would be a giant smile on her face, or that adorable crooked smile all the girls fell in love with.

"We're just finishing off breakfast, then we're ready" I said with a small smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. Talking to Cam always brightened my day, he was closer to me then anyone in the entire universe.

"Alright, luv, would you like Derrick & I to meet you two?" he replied into the phone without hesitation.

"Sure thing, meet us in the foyer. We'll be down in five, kisses" I said and hung up the phone, downing the rest of my tea and looking at Massie as she was sprawled out on my bed, eyes closed. I located the pillow that I was beat with earlier in the morning and picked it up, creeping across the room to where Massie was. In one swift motion I quickly smacked her over the head several times.

"WHAT THE HELL?" Massie screeched at me as she flailed her arms and legs in my general area while I was doubled over in fits of laughter.

"That's what you get for my rude awakening!" I said with a smile on my face. She shook her head and laughed a long with me.

"If you didn't already guess that was Cam, him and Derrick are waiting in the foyer with us to walk over to first" I said, grabbing my bag off the bed and shoving my phone in it. I then grabbed the empty tea cup off my armoire. Massie moved to her bed and grabbed her own bag off her bed and slung it over her shoulder, motioning me out of the room with a swift movement of her hands, completely forgetting her tea cup. We walked down the hall greeting and nodding several of our friends as we walked down the hall and into the foyer.

"Hey Claire, Mass, when's the first partaaaay?" Kori said as soon as we hit the foyer.

"No idea, Kor, hopefully soon!" I said with a grin. She kissed me on the cheek and continued watching, waving at Cam and Derrick as she walked by.

"Ah, if it isn't our two beautiful ladies" Derrick said with a lick of his lips, we all giggled and walked towards him. We took turns kissing both Derrick and Cam on the cheeks, and then walking towards the front door.

"How did you guys sleep?" Massie said rummaging around in her purse for what I assume was her iPhone 4g. Burrowing her brow slightly when she couldn't quite place it.

"We haven't really gone to bed" Derrick said with a laugh.

"Chris had weed, we basically smoked all night" Cam said with a laugh of his own, bro propping Derrick. Mass and I stared laughing with courses of "damn" and "why weren't we invited?" I started rummaging around in my own bag, looking for my crushed pack of Marbolos. I let out a long sigh when I remembered I left them in our dorm room, but that point we were already walking out onto the quad so I didn't have time to get them before first period. I cracked my fingers several times and nibbled my bottom lip, trying to get over the extreme urge to run back and throw myself on my bed, chain smoking and drinking coffee.

"Claire bear, you having some problems?" Cam said with a smirk. I stuck my tongue out and flipped him the finger, his laugh ringing in my ears as he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to me. I smiled at him gratefully, as I rummaged in my bag for my engraved zippo lighter. I flipped the top and lit my cig, inhaling deeply as Cam, Massie, and Derrick all looked at me with amused faces. I blew out a ring of smoke and dropped my lighter back into my bag.

"Now that we've gotten that taken care of…." Derrick trailed off with an ear splitting grin, I flipped him the finger and took another drag on the sweet tasting cigarette as he laughed at me.

"So, what are we doing tonight?" I said to the rest of my quad, taking more drags of my cigarette. Massie nibbled her bottom lip, knowing very well that field hockey started tonight, therefore she'd be too involved with that.

"Well, field hockey starts tonight at 5, you know that. We should hit the city when I'm done at seven, though. Maybe go out to dinner and to a movie or something? Massie said, nibbling her left.

"The City" was where the students of Bishop Prep went to basically just hang out after 7'oclock, when we were actually allowed off school property. There were tons of shops, tons of food, and tons of local drug dealers, which is a lot of the reason people went down in the first place. But our group, we went down for the brilliant shopping, and for mine and Massie's case, for things to decorate our room with. Which is what our trip tonight would be focused on. That is, of course, if we actually got the chance to go, which I'm sure we would. Every year since we've been coming here (only a year and a half) Massie & I have always spent hundreds and hundreds of dollars on candles. Candles of every shape, size, scent, and colour; they were just so calming! And we always needed to cover up the smell of smoke.

"Okay, yeah, because we have to start decorating and shit" I nodded towards her. Massie and I looked towards Cam and Derrick who were nodding in agreement, completely content with going into town.

"Okay, then. It's settled; we'll go into town. Should we just eat dinner here?" Massie said, looking at me with a raised, perfectly plucked eyebrow while I took a final drag of my cigarette, and stomping it out on the ground. I nodded; it was pasta night, and it was my favourite.

"Kay, sweet!" She said, finally realizing that he phone was in her pocket. She pulled it out, checked the time, and cursed under her breath.

"Derrick, we've got to get to co-ed gym" Massie said with a sigh.

"Remind me, why did we take a co-ed gym class, Mass?" Derrick said with a roll of his eyes.

"Because we get to swim" Massie said bluntly, Derrick's smile becoming noticeably larger.

"Ohhhh yeahhhhh! Kay, bye guys!" Derrick said, giving me a hug and Cam a bro-prop thing. Cam and I laughed; leave it to Derrick to join a class solely to see girls in their cozzies. We were walking side by side, people turning to look us up and down, people judging our every move, our clothes, our smirks. It's a good thing we're used to it, or it could possibly get extremely creepy. I could practically hear what some of these girls and guys were thinking;

"Oh my god, Cam is so hot"

"How does Claire get her hair to look that good?"

"I'm wearing the same _ as Claire! Oh my god, does that make me as cool as her?"

"What I'd do to get with Cam, mmmmmm"

"How are they so fucking perfect?"

"Do you think I have a shot with Claire?"

"Oh my fucking god, Claire is so fucking fit."

"I bet you she'd be good in bed."

"I bet you he'd be good in bed."

"How did they get so fucking popular?"

Cam must have been thinking the same thing, because he started grinning. Not his usual half-grin, but his i-know-I'm-so-hot grin, which was on his face 50% of the time. I rolled my eyes at him and laughed; my brother, the one I could always depend on, the one that was always around for me. He laced his arm through mine and dragged me towards the social sciences wing; we has Psychology with Professor Poll, who was one of the most brilliant teachers at this school. He was fresh out of university, so he was still "hip" and "with it" when it came to students, and how we worked; he basically let us do whatever we wanted, which included texting without taking our phone, giving us detention, or kicking us out; not that any of the students would really take him seriously anyways.

We got to the bottom of the stone staircase and paused, looking up at the building looming before us. It was made of pretty red brick that had ivy growing up the side of it, with black, brass doors and knobs, obviously polished before classes were to start. We walked up the steps, looking straight ahead, and taking turns pushing people sideways, just like how we always did. Once we hit the top landing Cam began looking around, his cellphone in his hand. I glanced over his shoulder to see a text message that was laying there:

Hey Cam,

You look soooo sexy right now! Those jeans make your ass look brill.

It wasn't signed. And it was an unknown number. That's creepy I thought to myself, just as my cellphone went on in the depths of my bag. I ruffled around in it, hitting the contents as Cam held open the door for me, clearly unaltered by his secret text message, grabbing me by the elbow and ushering me inside as I still had my head in my bag. I pulled out my cell phone to see a text message from Derrick. Strange, he usually waits until I'm in class before sending me messages.

C,

Tell C we have a bit of an issue that needs to be discussed ASAP.
M already knows, and you need to know. We'll discuss at dinner,
obviously.

- D

Strange. Very strange indeed. Well, whatever. I shot off a quick reply.

D,

Lol, wtf? Tell us during tea.

-C

I never really questioned anything Derrick did, just because he was Derrick. He was a lying, scheming, pain-in-the-ass, attractive, and cocky little boy. But he was OUR lying, scheming, pain-in-the-ass, attractive, cocky little boy. The four of us balanced each other out so nicely, so naturally that I couldn't really picture anything else. By that time, we were already in the classroom, late, as per usual, which caused everyone to turn around and look. Seeing who could possibly be late on the first day.

"As, so nice of you to show up Mr and Ms Lyons" Mr. Poll said with a look of distaste on his face, like he was sucking on something too sour to deal with. It was probably just because he was realizing who he had the privilege of teaching; Cam and I? Yeah, we're not dumb. We're two of the smartest people of our year, and we don't even have to try. It's one of the reasons mummy let's us come to boarding school- we're just that good.

"Oh my god, we're ten minutes late to first period on a Monday morning! Woo-hoo, why don't you bloody sue us?" I said with a roll of my eyes. Snickers escaped the mouths of the peers around the classroom, I looked right into Mr. Poll's eyes, not dropping his gaze until he switched footing and gave up.

"Just sit down, you two; you've already taken up enough of our time" He said stuttering, turning back to the front of the classroom to write the word "Psychology- what is it?" on the smartboard at the front of the room. Cam and I looked at each other, rolling out eyes with him. The first day and this is already the most I've rolled my eyes in a day so far, I sighed and glanced around the classroom, looking for empty seats. I saw two in the back corner, so I pulled Cam along with me as I headed for them. Once I was safely in my desk I whipped out a pad of paper and began writing the notes Mr. Poll was scribbling on the board, hardly able to read them. I felt a nudge on my shoulder; I looked up and saw Cam motioning with his head to the other side of the room. Layne, who sat at the front on the far right had her phone out, discreetly shaking it meaning to look at my own phone. I raised an eyebrow and gave her a "What the?" look, as she wiggled her phone in her palm again, rolling her eyes as she did so. Layne, Cam, and I went way back too, meaning diapers way back. Our families were best friends for years and years- still are, actually. But Layne, Cam, and I grew apart; Layne was more into tree-hugging, and Cam and I were more into plant smoking, but we still kept up to date in each other's lives, even if we didn't spend any time together. I switched my gaze and saw Mr. Poll has written some basic questions on the board, and sat down as he read a book I couldn't make out the title of. I reached into my bag and picked up my phone, looking for the message.

C,

How've you been? I haven't seen you guys in forever. Why weren't you
on that trip to Canada our families took? It was beautiful, you would have
liked it, and the clubs were excellent. ;)

-L

I giggled softly to myself and nudged Cam, showing him the screen of my phone. He smiled and looked over at Layne, making a heart with his hands, and mouthing the words "sorry." I watched as Mr. Poll glanced from Layne, to Cam, to me, and back to Layne. From under my desk, without looking, I typed my reply quickly.

L,

We've been brill, how have you been? I know! Gosh, we should get tea some
time or something; it's been way too long. We had to stay home for volunteering,
and being excellent teenagers, obviously Winkwink ;) Damn, we'll have to go
for spring break and party it up!

-C

I watched as she got the text and read it, a smile on her face. Layne was a pretty girl, even if most people didn't see that. She has waist length brown hair, and big brown eyes that you could practically drown in. She wasn't tall, but she wasn't short; just in the middle. And, she has amazing style; that would probably be because her mum was a famous designer, and often collberated with ours. She looked up and saw me looking, giving me a smile and a thumbs up. Just then, Mr. Poll had apparently had enough and got to the board, finally deciding to take up the questions. And with that, I hunched over my desk, scribbling all the answers without a second glance at anyone or anything.