Gregory Estate

Manhattan, New York

September 2, Sunday

4:00 P.M.

Kristen Gregory stood in front of her new home with her mom, Marsha Gregory, and her little sister Lynne. "Kristen, isn't it wonderful?" Marsha gushed, clapping her hands together in excited ness. Kristen rolled her bright blue eyes, and picked a piece of lint off of her Yvette Saint Laurent tank dress. "That's not my word to describe this," Kristen mumbled, while her older brother, Matt Gregory climbed out of the Silver Mercedes-Benz. Kristen was a normal girl going to the ninth grade at the ultra-exclusive Manhattan Elite High. Matt was going to the 12th grade at a normal Briarwood Prep. No fair.

"It's nice," Matt offered, running his hands through his untidy brown locks, and slapping Kristen's shoulder. "C'mon, Kris, we'll love it here in NY!" He shouted, grinning at Kristen's glare. "Correction, YOU will like it here," she snapped. "No one ever cares about my opinion." With that, Kristen marched into the house w/o a second look at her family.

Manhattan Elite High

Manhattan, New York

September 3, Monday

8:30 P.M.

"God, school doesn't start for another 30 minutes, Dylan," Massie Block whined to her friend. "Why did you pick us up so freaking early?" Massie was a pretty brunette who's amber eyes flickered a burned you when you angered her. Dylan applied more lip gloss, and shot a glare at her. "Massie, the early bird catches the worm," she snapped back, rolling her green eyes at Claire, who giggled immediately. Alicia Rivera, the beta, grinned. "You mean, the early girls catch the guys," she said sneakily. "I like it." Dylan laughed. "Exactly what I meant," she said, nudging Alicia. "Now, let's get ratings. Alicia, you're up.

Alicia was wearing a blue t-shirt, white shrunken blazer, skinny black jeans, tall Prada boots, and her hair was perfectly curly and wavy. "9.6," Dylan decided.

Next was Massie. Massie was wearing a silk purple YSL shirt, a dark denim mini, strappy gold Chanel flats, and her hair was straightened and conditioned. "9.5."

Claire was wearing a blue baby doll shirtdress, white leggings, yellow ballet flats, and her hair was crimped. "Ewww, 8.8," Dylan groaned. "Dylan, there's a new girl here by the name of Kristen Gregory. She's totally Elite material," Alicia added coyly. Dylan glared viciously at her. "Alicia," she said slowly, frowning at her. "NO ONE IS ELITE MATERIAL UNLESS I SAY SO!" Alicia winced, and took a step back, scared. Massie giggled, and pointed. "Well, there she is, Dylan," Massie smirked. Kristen Gregory was staring at the Elites, her blond hair in a classy side-bun. She was wearing a hot pink tube top, white skinny jeans, and Mudd wedge heels. "Ehmagawd!" Claire squealed, her blue eyes wide with admiration. "She's talking to Derrick." Dylan was beyond angry as Kristen walked up to there Boys! "We have to stop her," Alicia said before Dylan. "She's ruining our empire." Alicia started forward, while Dylan reluctantly followed, even though she should be leading.

"Hi," Dylan chirped, letting her know she was skating on thin ice. "We're the Elites, the Queen bees of Manhattan Elite. I'm Dylan Marvil; this is my beta, Alicia Rivera, Massie Block, and Claire Lyons." Alicia blinked, and Massie waved coldly. "I'm Kristen Gregory," the girl snapped, her eyes wide. "I'm from Malibu.."

Dylan grinned. "Kristen, are you found?" she asked expectantly.

"No."

"THEN GET LOST!" The Elites snickered while Kristen turned a particular shade of red. "Dylan," Josh began, shaking his head. Dylan held out her palm to silence him, as she appraised Kristen. "I hope you know that if you're not one us, you're a loser," Dylan said proudly, her eyebrows raised. Kristen ignored her, and turned on Cam. "ASo, do you have a gf?" she wondered. Dylan heard Alicia's teeth bare, as her fist clenched at her sides. Dylan felt the need to help her. "Actually he does, Gregory. He's my best friend's girlfriend, so back off!" Dylan warned her arm around Alicia's quaking shoulders.

Cam sighed, and winked at Kristen, when he though Alicia wasn't looking, even though she was. "You want to act like a butt hole, and play with me, Cam?" Alicia hissed. "Then, it's so over!" Cam watched her, and then rolled his eyes. "Whatever, drama queen," he laughed. Alicia wanted to cry. Hard. Cam was continually hurting her, and she always forgiving him. She had had enough. "Leesh," Massie soothed, rubbing her arm. "No, Massie, I'm fine," Alicia assured her friends. "Breaking up with Cam is a good thing." Her friends cracked up, while Cam reddened.

"Yeah, I guess you'll come running back to me in a couple of weeks, so no worries," he said. "Well, this time is different," Alicia growled, looking dangerous. "We're through!"

Alicia tossed her head, and, arched off toward the school building, when she got a text message. From Josh.