First Day Back, Someone To Sack

"Heyyyy, girlies." Claire greeted her best friends, Arwin and Heather as they stepped into Claire's black Lamborghini.

"Right back atcha." Arwin grinned at her. Heather of course, was always the cautious one.

"You're sure you want to do this, Claire? I mean, what if it just makes it hurt more and-" The other blonde intereuppted her.

"Of course I'm sure, Heather. I've thought about this wayyy more than nessasary already. And anyway, my heart will still tell me to go." Arwin started to giggle, then broke into a loud gaffaw.

"What's so funny?" Claire asked, stopping the car to turn around and stare at her laughing BFF.

"It- (giggle)- just- (snort)- sounded so- (snigger)- sappy!" Claire rolled her eyes as Arwin did a perfect imitation of her, with a hand over her heart. "My heart will tell me to go, Heather!" Eventually the whole car was in hysterics, still giggling as they parked the car in the school lot. Claire immediately fell silent.

"You ok, Clairebear?" Heather asked, using Claire's old nickname. "You look a little pale…" The light blonde in the drivers seat shook her head, as if clearing some awful thought away.

"Yeah, I'm fine… Let's go guys. We've got some people to sack."

The girls slipped on their brown, tan, and black oversized Calvin Klein sunglasses, stepping out of the car, careful not to snap their delicate heels.

As they walked toward the doors, the sunglasses still could not hide their flawless skin and perfect hair. People began to stare at them, whispering and pointing. Claire, in the middle, muttered. "Pretend it's a runway, or red carpet. Just keep tall. Heather! Focus!" The dirty blonde had lost her step, staring at a group of boys coming from the front doors, laughing at a joke. The shaggy blonde in the center was carrying a soccer ball and punching a tall brown-haired boy on the shoulder. So immature…just like all boys, Claire thought to herself. That's when she realized it.

They were the Briarwood boys. The same ones, only taller and more muscular. She shook her head again, shaking all feelings of shock away. Thank gawd for those acting classes, she knew how to keep her cool. She hardly faltered, and Heather and Arwin lost the confused looks on their faces. When they were within fifteen feet of eachother, a brunette guy in the back looked up and whistled.

"Hottie alert! Hottie alert!" He shouted. Claire remembered the voice, scrambling in her head to find it. Then it clicked.

She strutted past the boys, not even pausing when she shoved the brunette in the chest with a slender hand and spoke, "Back away, Kemp." The girls tossed their hair over their shoulders and passed the guys, not even looking at them. Claire could imagine in her head the surprised look on their faces when she heard, "Hey! How do you know my name? You're new!" She spun around, annoyed and impatient.

"Gawd Kemp, you don't even know who I am? I know I'm new in Hollywood, but come on, do you even read magazines?" She placed her hands on her small hips and removed her white sunglasses. There were several collective gasps from all around, mostly from the guys' direction.

A small girl with dark black hair stepped away from the forming crowd.

"Ohmygosh! You're Claire Lyons! Can I have your autograph?" Claire put on a fake smile as teenagers pushed in around her. She couldn't even see the guys anymore. Her icy blue eyes searched the clearing for a safe haven, and found it: A bench.

"Arwin! Heather! Over here, now!" She shouted into the crowd, making her way towards the stone bench. The three girls stepped up on the seat, and relaxed. They could make out every single person now, and could see any attackers. The shaggy haired boy shoved his way to the front, closly followed by the other five guys.

Claire rolled her eyes for the millionth time that day, would they ever go away?

Shaggy spoke, "Claire…is it really…you?" His sparkling brown eyes scanned her face, trying to find any resemblance to the girl he remembered.

"Possibly…what's it to you?" She said, probably a little too coldly.

He looked hurt. "I just…can't believe it. Are you sure it's you?" Claire got annoyed.

"Of course its me, stupid! I think I know myself when I see me!" She stomped her foot for effect. "I don't even know who you are! Did you go to Briar-whatchmicallit?" He pulled back, shocked.

"You don't remember me Claire? After everything?"

"I probably wouldn't have asked if I already knew." He was silent, looking hurt. She softened, this was not her.

"Ok, look, I'm sorry. What's your name?" He grinned.

"I'll give you a hint." He wiggled his butt. That's when Claire saw him for the first time. The same curly blonde hair. The same Adidas soccer shorts. The same sparkling chocolate eyes. And the same smile. Everything fit together like a puzzle piece.

"Derrington?" She asked quietly. He rolled his eyes in reply.

"So you have to remember the stupid nickname Massie gave me in, what, like 6th grade?" She smiled back at him.

"7th."

"Right." There was an awkward silence.

"So…Claire…I know this a sensitive subject…but what happened? Why did you leave?" He asked nervously.

Claire sighed. She knew this would come up sometime. Her eyes scanned the guys behind him, looking for the face that appeared in all her nightmares.

"Why don't you just ask him? Im sure he can give you a very detailed explanation." He eyes were narrowed coldly as she pointed at a tall black haired boy with two different colored eyes. He was still looking at her in shock, watching her face and traceling down her body.

"What? I -? You -? How -?" He still came up blank.

"Yes Cameron? Would you like to say something? We're waiting." She arched her right eyebrow. He didn't stutter this time. All he said was,

"What?" Claire switched her weight to her right foot, and slipped her sunglasses back on.

"You know what? Cam, you are such a waste of my time. Just stay out of my life, its been great with you not in it." Cam's jaw tightened, then opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

"See ya, Derek. Its been great talking to you." She flashed him a flirty grin, then turned away from him. Arwin and Heather fell in step right behind her, with all eyes on them.

Suddenly, Claire stopped and slowly turned around.

"You know what, Derek? I'm feeling nice today…would you like to sit with the HH at lunch today?" His eyes clouded in confusion.

"The H-what?" Claire put one hand on each of her wingwoman's shoulders.

"The Hollywood Hotties, of course. People, J-14, and Teen Vogue all named us cutest trio in Celeb World. It's us, duh." Suddenly she gasped. "Ehmagawd, I havent even introduced my girls yet! Im so sorry! This is Arwin- yes, she is the same Arwin that won Americas Next Top Model- and this is Heather- she and I were in French Girls together, then she won Amercian Idol." Claire concluded with pride. The blonde and brunette flashed sparkling smiles and winked at a few lucky boys.

"Wait, a minute. Are you asking me out for lunch?" Derek asked mischeviously.

Claire let out an exasperated sigh.

"No way, Derek. Are you kidding? The puppy eyes don't work on me. Would you like me to withdraw my invitation to a few luckier guys?" Derek took a step towards them nervously.

"No! No way! I was just joking around… Id love to, can I bring my boys?"

Claires face hardened.

"All of them except him. Other than that, the answer is yes." Derek glanced at her, then Cam, then her again. He seemed to come to a descision.

"I'll be there. Love ya, claire." He threw in a grin and wink. Cam turned and walked away with a disgusted look on his face.

"Do not get any ideas Derek. I'm still in the process of healing, and whoever said I was single, anyways?" Her girls giggled, watching Derrington gape and gawk at them. Claire simply turned away, flipped her hair, and skipped down the sidewalk. Thoughts raced through Claire's head, but the most profound were:

One mission down.

Lots more to go.

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