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"So what were you telling Alicia?"

Cam looked up at his girlfriend, who was pacing around his room, as if she was on a mission. He gulped and shrugged carelessly.

"Nothing much," He lied smoothly, avoiding her piercing gaze. "Just telling her what she needed to know about Westchester mainly. Why?" Massie glared at him. She looked positively gorgeous in a caramel colored tank top from Charlotte Ronson and dark wash skinny Sevens paired with her signature Cole Haan riding boots. Her amber eyes blazed as they silently accused Cam of treason.

"That was quite a long conversation for something that small," Massie mused, cocking her head to the side. "You don't like her, do you?" Cam rolled his eyes in annoyance. For someone so confident, Massie managed to keep a tight leash on him constantly. It was draining how controlling she was and how she automatically perceived even the smallest encounters to be some sort of massive plot against her.

"Mass, there's nothing to worry about," he assured her. "Trust me. She's new here and I just-"

"You know what happens to newcomers, Cameron," Massie said, shaking her head faux-sadly. "They never last here."

"She seems nice," Cam protested.

"So did Layne before she made out with you," Massie snapped. "Did you think I didn't know?" Cam paled as Massie glared furiously at him from across the room. How had she found out? Then again, she was Massie Block. Nothing got past her. Nothing.

"Massie, it was a mistake." Massie laughed.

"A mistake? The only mistake made was me allowing her to reside here under false pretenses. She had to go. And you tried to protect her. Foolish choice, Cam." Massie headed towards the door, a sneaky half-smile playing on her lips. "Try not to make the same mistake with Alicia. My patience with this sort of betrayal is waning." Cam shook his head.

"We've been together for over a year," He said softly. "You think I'd hurt you like that?"

"You mean hurt me like that again?" She emphasized harshly, her eyes narrowed. "I forgave you once and I kicked Layne out of the state. Next time, I won't be so merciful. Watch it." With that, Massie swept from the room and slammed the door behind her.

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Billard Academy looked to be the most immaculate school Alicia had ever set foot in. It was a mansion turned school and the ballroom was a lunch room and the bedrooms were classrooms. The double staircase was covered in red velvet and the school had a French feel to it. Alicia was undeniably impressed.

"Hey," A voice said. "You must be Alicia Rivera."

A white-blond girl with big blue eyes stood before her, a friendly smile on her face. Alicia immediately identified her as one of Massie's friends from the Block's gala. She had also managed to find out that she was the nicest one out of the four of them.

"Nice to meet you," She said smoothly, her eyes appraising Claire's plum colored Armani tunic and black True Religion skinny jeans. "And you are?"

"Claire Lyons," the girl responded in a welcoming tone. "Headmistress Woods asked me to show you around today and tomorrow and get you acclimated to the campus." Claire gestured towards a parlor off the main entryway. "Most club organizations meet in there. Just in case you planned on joining one. Upstairs is usually where classes are conducted, unless you're taking a lab-related course or Botany and Zoology. There are two libraries downstairs and a small one in the attic, a study room of sorts, an indoor basketball and tennis court, outdoor and indoor pools, a movie theatre, a conservatory, a music room and so much more. It'd take you days to see it all. There are two lunchrooms. One for freshman and sophomores and the other for juniors and seniors. There are several restaurants and cafes, a Starbucks, and an indoor soccer arena on the roof." Alicia was amazed. All this for a prep school in New York? It was unreal.

"What's your first class?" Claire asked suddenly. Alicia glanced down at her schedule.

"AP French," She finally answered.

"The foreign languages rooms are located on the west side upstairs," Claire said. "I'll take you there. Follow me." Alicia followed Claire up one the winding staircases to the second floor of the mansion. Students stopped to stare as the long lost daughter of a renegade made her way down the hall towards French. Alicia rolled her eyes in frustration while Claire eventually stopped at the French classroom door.

"Here you go," She said cheerfully. "Class starts in approximately ten minutes. I'll meet you here when class is over. I have Honors Biochemistry on the opposite side of the school. Bye!" Claire practically skipped away, leaving Alicia in front of the classroom. A tall, black-haired girl with mysterious grey eyes appraised Alicia, a half-smile playing on her lips. Finally, the girl addressed her.

"You must be Nadia Rivera's daughter," She said brazenly, her head cocked to the side. "My name is Violet. Violet Fisher." Alicia's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"I didn't realize Cam had a sister," Alicia answered suspiciously, one eyebrow raised. Cam hadn't bothered to mention or introduce her. Violet laughed and shook her head.

"He doesn't," She deadpanned. "I'm his cousin. His dad and mine are brothers. Hence the last name. And you know Cameron?" Violet narrowed her eyes at Alicia.

"He introduced himself to me at the Block's gala this passing weekend," Alicia responded coolly. "He pretty much told me everything about everyone, including his girlfriend." Violet smiled and leaned against the wall.

"Ah, the infamous Massie Block," Violet said somewhat bitterly. "I'm pretty sure Cam only dates her to avoid her wrath. She practically runs this place." Violet shook her head and leaned in.

"You're going to need some help around here," She whispered. "Namely myself."

"Help? As in a friendship?"

"That and someone to show you the ropes," Violet added. Alicia contemplated what Violet was selling to her. A friendship and an accomplice.

"But I'll need something in return," Violet said ominously. "I need your help taking Massie down." Alicia blinked and glanced down the hall to make sure no one overheard their dangerous conversation.

"From what your own cousin told me, Massie is ruthless and dangerous," Alicia hissed. "I'm already in bad standing here because of who my mother is. Cam advised me not to cross her. Why would I deliberately put myself in her path of destruction?"

"Status, Alicia," Violet answered, as if that explained it all. "Kendra Block paved the way for alphas here at Billard and Massie is following in her footsteps. It's time to take back what's ours. I'm sure your mother feels the same way. And Cameron? The only reason he's warning you about Massie is so he can get close to you and eventually hook up. Layne Abeley was exiled from Westchester for hooking up with Cam. He's not trying to protect you, Alicia. He wants to be able to use the newbies for his own cause." Alicia flinched. She'd known Cam for only around seventy-two hours, but this new revelation stung.

"Fine," Alicia conceded. "I'll help you."

Violet grinned. "This is the beginning of a remarkable friendship."

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Massie Block click clacked down the hall towards Dylan's locker, her eyes cold. She stopped at locker number seventeen and folded her arms across her chest.

"What the hell were you thinking?"

Dylan looked up, a hint of apprehension in her emerald green eyes. She looked miserable and for a split second, Massie was inclined to feel sorry for her. But, the feeling passed as soon as it had arrived.

"Look Mass, I'm sorry. I talked to Josh with every intention of apologizing and making things right, but he wasn't having it." Massie glared wordlessly at her.

"I warned you to stay away from him at that gala and you went out of your way to defy me," Massie snarled. "You ruined the gala and my mom is absolutely furious." Dylan slammed her locker shut and faced her counterpart in shock at what she was hearing.

"I was under the impression we were friends," Dylan snapped. "Since when do you care about one of your mother's stupid parties?"

"Since she practically threatened me into being on my best behavior. And we've all had to suffer your Josh drama for the past few weeks and quite honestly, I'm sick of it. Especially over something that was all your own fault." Massie shook her head sadly.

"Are you kidding me?" Dylan shrieked. "You were all for helping me last month!"

"Well, now I am ending it," Massie said harshly. "You drama is starting to spill over into my personal life and I don't like it. Leave Josh and his friends alone. You're dead to them and there's nothing you could possibly do to reverse that." Dylan flushed.

"I can't promise that," She said desperately. "I loved Josh and now he's cozying up to Alicia. I'm going to need your help getting rid of her. No one does that better than you and you know it." Dylan knew flattery worked best when dealing with someone like Massie Block.

"You forget that Cam and Josh are best friends," Massie reminded her coldly. "Cam is my boyfriend and destroying Alicia would mean destroying Josh. And I cannot afford to be dumped right now. You're on your own." With that, Massie sauntered down the hall, leaving a furious Dylan behind.

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Kristen Gregory dropped her Prada black messenger bag on the sofa in the drawing room and whipped out her phone. Zero messages. Kristen was aware she was mean to the core, but that didn't mean she didn't have any friends. Kristen was the muscle behind the Pretty Committee. The pretty face with a not so pretty heart. She'd have you crying within seconds. She was Massie's lackey. And everyone knew it.

"Miss Gregory? You have a visitor waiting for you in the foyer." Annabelle, the maid nodded towards the hall, her eyes somewhat wide. Kristen sighed and followed the maid to the foyer and almost dropped her phone in shock. A brunette haired boy with smoldering army green eyes glared at her from across the room. He was dressed impeccably and Kristen's mouth ran dry.

"Griffin Hastings," She croaked. "What the HELL are you doing back in Westchester?" Griffin smirked.

"Revenge," He answered. "Payback's a bitch, is it not?" Kristen's insides turned to ice. This had to mean Griffin knew it wasn't just Dylan behind his downfall. That all of them had ruined his life.

"Revenge? Then go visit Dylan."

"What do you take me for?" Griffin chuckled darkly. "Sweetheart, I know all of you destroyed my life. Which is why I came to visit you first. Since you put the scheme into action."

"I wasn't the one who planned it," Kristen sputtered.

"No. You just acted on it," Griffin said. "And that, my dear, makes you just as guilty." Tears filled Kristen's eyes. For once, she had no idea what to do.

"How much do you want?" She hissed in a whisper. "Name your price."

"I don't want your money," He laughed mockingly. "Where's the fun in that? Like I said, I'm here for retribution. I plan on exposing all of you for the evil people you are. Sounds fun, doesn't it?" Kristen glowered at him, racking her brain for something that might appease him. But she came up blank.

"You have no proof of anything," Kristen tried, her voice shaking slightly. "I suggest you see yourself out or I'll have security escort you. Your choice." Griffin smiled before nodding.

"I expected as much from you. But trust me Kris, you haven't seen the last of me. Oh, and word of advice? I wouldn't steal drugs from teachers if I were you." Griffin stepped outside the door while Kristen gasped and fell to her knees in shock and fear. She was done.