yo baes so this is so late omg and rn im freaking out bc i havent been on here in foreverrr and ALL OF MY SPONTANEOUS DOCS ARE GONE FML anyways enjoy this chapter hopefully i dont kill myself before uploading the next one

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MASSIE-

Massie slid out of the sleek black limo, ignoring the smile from her driver and adjusted her grip on the limited-edition Michael Kors clutch she had in her nimble fingers.

Ahnna Pincher flanked Massie's right side and the two of them, without words, and perfectly in synch, marched across the front walk of the school, past the skateboarders, past the girls reminding Massie of vampires with more black and more piercings, and past the gang of boys.

But instead of ignoring the boys like they had ignored the girls, Massie and Ahnna turned, wiggling their fingers and flashing blinding white teeth (Massie preferred Crest white-strips while Ahnna preferred Colgate).

The boys grinned, walking up to the girls, but of course, that's when hell arrived.

(Massie called Alicia hell a lot of the time, Ahnna's ever present giggle keeping her going with it.)

Alicia looked perfect as always; her skin glowing, her eyes sharp but flirty, her toned legs (does dancing really muscle your legs that much? Massie was really considering taking a jazz class or two) a deep tan color that you couldn't get from a spray tan. And no forgetting Olivia Ryan, the girl flanking Alicia's left side, the girl with a perfect blowout of her blonde hair and take-your-breath-away blue eyes.

And it only took one second for the girls to give each other the once-over before the hell really arrived.

ALICIA-

Well shit.

I allow my eyes to briefly flick down to my shirt just to make sure I was really matching.

Matching with Massie freaking Block.

Massie's eyes narrowed and Olivia, on my right, cried out, "You never told me you were planning on twinning with her!"

It's more of a taunting statement than an upset one, and the guys grin.

"Sorry Liv, I had no idea Massie was really that obsessed with me as to find out what I was wearing," I decide to pin this on Massie, and I give her a cat-like grin.

Massie returns the grin and tells Ahnna, "Remember when I told you in that salon over the summer that I was thinking of getting my hair ombréd? And it turned out Alicia was sitting across from us in the salon, and that day she got her hair ombréd? Talk about s-t-a-l-k-e-r."

Alicia's eyes narrowed; the statement was wayyyyy far from the truth, Alicia had actually decided to ombré her hair after seeing that Angelina Jolie had done it.

But Alicia knew arguing back would just make her sound like a whiny loser.

Massie was a lot better at this stuff than last year.

Alicia decided to just play the jealousy card, so she flips a lock of the ombré and says, "Jealous much?"

Without waiting for a response, she pinches Olivia's hand ever so slightly to alert her they were on the move, and the two girls spun on their heels and marched into the school.

As soon as they were out of earshot of other people, Olivia hissed in Alicia's ear, "Massie's freaking good."

Alicia's eyes hardened. "I'm better."

But is she really?

DYLAN-

After stepping out of her limo and thanking her driver, Dylan waved her hand in the air beside her, just to make sure this was really her life.

Just to make sure she really had no best friend standing beside her, to support her.

There was none.

It's not like I don't have friends, Dylan thought. I just don't have that friend.

Eyeing a Massie-Alicia showdown in the front of the school to kick off the first day for everyone, Dylan decided to just go in through the back of the school, because she really just was not in the mood.

While walking around to the courtyard, Dylan sees so many best friends and couples, she can barely breathe and tears sting at her eyes, threatening to to smear her mascara.

No. No. Nononononono. Crying is a no.

Dylan set her backpack down, sliding her water bottle out of the side pocket. Unscrewing the lid, Dylan started to guzzle the water down, and out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a lean blonde girl hugging and leaning in to kiss a guy.

A guy with messy black hair, a guy with those eyes.

His eyes.

Dylan started choking, coughing and sputtering, coughing up all of the water she just drank, passerby's giving her each of their share of weird looks.

But she was still watching the guy.

The father of her baby.

And as if in slow motion, the guy turned toward Dylan's direction, saw Dylan.

And promptly, his eyes widened.

KRISTEN-

School is school. You're a natural. School is easy. It comes naturally. Grow up, Kristen. Grow. Up.

She was stressing, stressing BIG time.

When had Kristen Gregory ever become afraid of school? she thought. The freaking Valedictorian?! Afraid of school!

Get. A. Grip. Get. A. Gr-

"Kristen!"

It was Layne Abeley, school Salutatorian. Kristen's competiton.

If Layne Abeley ever found out about the brain...issues, she would have a field day.

With the entire school.

Because of course, when she knows, everyone knows.

Forget about the tumor Kris, forget...

"Layne!" Pushing her way through the crowd of other people who just got off the bus too, Kristen finally made it through the mass and over to Layne, who was waiting for her by the tree.

The tree was OCD's most prided thing, a cherry tree planted the first day OCD opened, and still growing years later. So yeah, consequences for hurting the tree? Get your transfer papers ready.

Kristen awkwardly leaned into the hug Layne was delivering to her, and as soon as Layne pulled away, and Kristen got a clear look at what Layne was wearing, she fought back a sob.

With a perfectly ironed pink cardigan and and a silky light blue camisole, Kristen already had herself beat, not mentioning the designer cutoff dark wash jeans. Layne has always been the perfect poster child for smart, beautiful, but certainly not a threat to even more smart and beautiful Kristen Gregory.

Now, she was a threat. A big threat.

"You look amazing as always, Kris." She gushed, probably openly lying. "Ready for a whole new school year?"

Kristen faked a giant smile. "Of course. You ready?"

"When am i not?" She replied, and Layne did a little wave, twirling the ball of her foot and walking away, long dark brown hair gently flowing, a hint of gold shining through the locks.

Kristen was screwed. Brain...problem or not, screwed.

CLAIRE-

Everything was perfect.

Except for one thing. No excitement, no change, plain old Claire, cute as ever Cam, same as ever bitchy gir-

"Clairebear!"

There was a half-second squeal from Claire before she was picked up and twirled in the air, blonde hair making a fan and for the two seconds of twirling, she might've been mistaken for a movie star or commercial star, the way everything just looked so perfect.

She landed, and cliché-ly, Cam leaned in and they kissed, like they've been apart for year; when in reality, its been 4 days. Claire did drag him off to go back to school clothes shopping, of course.

Nothing changes.

That was the problem.

Leaning away from the kiss, Cam's eyes widened but his gaze was far away and Claire looked around, eyes gliding over a choking-wait, choking?!- redhead and realized that was who Cam was staring at.

"She'll probably be okay," Claire reassured and Cam nodded, turning back to Claire.

"I know, just watching to make sure," he replied and sure enough the redhead was gaining her breath back.

But Claire didn't know the half of it.

so i dont really like how im doing claires part im not even really sure what im doing for her idrkkkkk help

leave me a review about claire down below! tips! what the hell i should do!

kisses,

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nahh its chica bai

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