Bex's POV
We all laid down on the floor and fell asleep. I was curled up with Grant next to the bed when the alarm block started wailing like a bloody banshee.
"No, school..." Grant groaned, rolling over.
Macey was the first to wake up—she had to get everyone's outfit planned. I heard her muttering about how pretty we all had to look on our first day- and how Cammie needed to dress less plainly.
Jonas and Liz woke up and started making breakfast.
Tristan was helping Macey choose the guy's clothes. Zach sat up groggily rubbing his eyes and I stood up, walking to the bathroom while kicking Grant to wake up. I brushed my teeth and walked out.
Cammie was on the bed with the pillow over her head, still sleeping.
"Someone wake Cammie up! And turn that bloody contraption off." I screeched. Zach pressed the 'off' button. It kept beeping. He pressed it again, more forcefully this time. Nothing happened. He screamed in frustration and swiped it off the desk, unplugging it, causing it to clatter to the floor.
None of us were morning people, as you can see.
I smelled bacon from the kitchen so I went and got everyone a glass of orange juice.
"Bex!" Macey shrieked.
"Yea?"
"Cam won't wake up!"
I sighed. Like always.
"Cameron! Wake up or I will spill this glass of orange juice on your face!"
She didn't hear me since she fell back asleep. I sighed, walked over and shook her shoulder.
"Cam."
She grumbled.
"Cam. Wake up!"
She sighed and sat up, her hair a mess.
"I hate you guys," she grumbled, rubbing her eyes.
"Love you too," I patted her back.
Liz came out in a slightly oversized light pink shirt with a lace flowery pattern halfway in the back. She wore a gold heart locket around her neck and black skinny jeans. She wore black flats and a gold and pink ring. Her short blonde hair was slightly crimped.
Macey came out in a dark purple off-the-shoulder top, with a purple ribbon she used to tie off her messy side-braid with some wisps around her face curled. She had on dark grey skinny jeans and heels.
Cammie was in the bathroom brushing her teeth.
Macey handed me my outfit: A white T-shirt, a deep red and grey and blue plaid shirt with sleeves that go up to my elbows that I was to wear unbuttoned, light wash skinny jeans and white sandals. She straightened my long hair, making it fall to the small of my back.
Cammie came out in a short red tank top with feathers on it, the bottom hem touching the top of her black skinny jeans. She wore a reddish brown leather braided belt and brown ankle boots. She also had on feather earrings and her long light brown hair was curled.
We hurriedly ate our breakfast and walked out the door.
Cammie's POV
We stepped out of our cars, which we may or less might have stolen from this one rich family, in the parking lot now. Everybody started whispering and staring at us-probably wondering what happened to me. No matter how much they try, no one can make anyone look as pretty as Macey McHenry can make you. She enlarged our eyes with eyeliner and made our eyelashes longer with mascara. She made our lips plumped and our skin smoother. Plus we smelled good. That's what forcing lotion onto our arms and legs every night does to us.
They walked to the office and got their schedules. The day went by with girls drooling over Grant and guys checking Macey out. After lunch were were walking down the hall to our lockers, until we heard a loud bang.
We looked to our right and we saw that a guy just pushed his girlfriend into the lockers.
"Don't you ever talk to me like that again. Understand?" He growled.
She whimpered and nodded, tears running down her cheeks.
He slapped her again for good measure, but right when he was about to walk away, I screamed, "Hey!"
He turned around and glared. "What the hell do you want? Just because you're the 'hot' new kids doesn't mean you run the school now."
I could feel us all internally sighing and rolling our eyes.
"You just beat your girlfriend. That's messed, dude." Grant narrowed his eyes at him.
"I can treat my girlfriend however the hell I wanna treat my girlfriend, because she's MINE." He looked at her as if she was a piece of meat. It was disturbing.
"No, actually, dipshit, she's not yours, because you don't own her." We all widened our eyes and looked at Liz. Our sweet little Lizzie, cussing, and lashing out at a stranger.
And, before we knew it, the boy ran up and punched me and Jonas, who were closest to him, in the gut, with both fists. The girl, who was cowering in a corner holding her head and crying, suddenly looked up and smirked, running over and pressing Bex's pressure point on her neck, causing her to fall to the floor. Jonas and I were doubled over on the floor, panting.
Luckily, lunch didn't end for another 15 minutes.
"You tricked us!" We heard Liz shriek to the girl.
"Yes, sweetie, well that's what spies do." She slapped a Napotine patch on Liz's head.
Suddenly there were footsteps coming down the hall.
"Brooklyn." The boy snapped. "We need to get out of here."
"But-"
"Now, Brooklyn." They took off running. Zach, Macey and Tristan half-dragged half-carried us to the closet, not wanting to attract attention. By this time Jonas and I could walk, but were still clutching our stomachs.
"Are you okay?" Zach looked at me with worried eyes.
"I'll be fine in a moment." I whispered. I looked at my friends on the floor.
Suddenly, the door opened with a crash, the light causing us to whip our heads up and gasp in shock.