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BRIARWOOD OCTAVIAN PREP

The Quad


"I can nawt believe Chris didn't recognize you, Mass?!" Gasped Kristen, as she held onto her aching side. As the Pretty Committee howled in laughter.

Massie giggled, "I know right!"

"The lewk on his face was priceless!" Added Claire, as tears started running down her face. Thankfully, her new MILK waterproof came in clutch.

"His?" Kristen interjected, as she wiped her own eyes. "Did you see Landon's? It lewked like he wanted to throttle Chris!"

"Yeah, but what about Harris?" Smirked Dylan, wagging her eyebrow at the Spanish beauty suggestively. "I saw the way he was looking at you Leesh."

"You mean the way he goggled my boobs." Scoffed Alicia, shoving Dylan. "Freaking perv! I can nawt believe I use to have such the biggest a crush awn him!"

"I mean, I can't really blame you." Shrugged Dylan, as she fanned herself. "He's HAWT!"

"Definitely." Snickered the Pretty Committee, minus Alicia. Of course. Instead the Latina simply rolled, her deep chocolate brown eyes. As the rest of the former Briarwood boys, minus Kemp. Greeted their respective girlfriends with a kiss.

"Who's hawt?" Asked Cam.

"Your brother," replied Dylan nonchalantly. Massie elbowed the reality in her rib send her glare in her direction. "Ow! What?! It's true."

"Yeah, but don't say that in front of the guys Dyl." Reminded Alicia

"You know, how insecure they get." Whispered Kristen, darting her hazel brown eyes towards her ex- Kemp Hurley.

"We are not insecure." Snapped Josh

"Of course, you're nawt babe." Chastised Alicia, throwing her tanned arms around Josh's neck. Kissing him square on the cheek. While the girls filled in the guys in on their encounter with BOP resident womanizer, Chris Abeley.

And it was quite obvious, that the Briarwood boys were a little' peeved that their girlfriends got hit on by a bunch of upperclassmen. However, the PC simply just laughed it off. While teasing that the boys claiming they were jealous.

"Jealous?!" Scoffed Chris, "please...you guys weren't the only we ones that got hit on by some hot sophomores."

"Really?" Gasped the girls in unison, folding their arms over their chest.

"Yeah."

"Which ones?" Snapped Claire.

"The blondes over by the fountain." Smirked Kemp, eyeing the omega.

"You mean Skye and her merry band of sluts?!" Cackled Kristen, pointing to the group of sophomores by the fountain.

"You do know those girls have nearly screwed every guy at BOP?" Stated Alicia, knowingly.

"If I were you, I wouldn't get your hopes up Kemp." Scoffed Kristen

"Especially with 'Scarlet Oh-whorea' over there." Remarked Alicia, disgusted. "I heard she got treated, for chlamydia twice last year!"


BRIARWOOD OCTAVIAN PREP

The Fountain


"Did she just point at us?!" Huffed Delphi, as she took another hit from her vape.

"Yeah, I saw that." Replied Scarlett

"Same," coughed Becca Brie. Fanning away the sickly sweet perfume smoke. Not wanting her varsity jacket to smell like strawberry mango.

"I wouldn't be surprised if they were talking shit about us." Continued the former beta

"Who cares?" Snapped Tiffany, before reaching over Scarlett. So she could snatch Delphi's vape out of her claws and tossing it in her tote. The last thing the former French aristocrat needed was to get hit with a detention. "Besides most of the student body does that already."

"I know," replied Becca Brie holding her hands out in surrender. "I was curious that's all."

"I bet, they're telling their pathetic little boyfriends to stay away from us." Mused Delphi, ignoring the southern belle's warning glare.

"They're nawt all pathetic," gushed Scarlet.

"Heel..." mocked Tiffany, shoving her hand into Scarlett's face. "Down girl!"

"Fuck you, Tiff."

"No, thanks. Unlike you I don't swing that way!" Joked the beta, sending the other Daters into a round of giggles. While their alpha remained uncharacteristically quiet. Ignoring their entire conversation instead the former heiress zeroed all her attention onto her ex-boyfriend. Who was currently goofing around with the other varsity lacrosse players.

After a few minutes...

Skye unceremoniously jumped up to her feet. Nearly twisting her ankles in her last season's wedge Jimmy Choo's. As she stormed down to the quad.

Unfazed, the Daters just continued on with their conversation.

"Is it just me, or do those bitches lewk like they have major sticks up their asses." Cackled Scarlett

"They probably just need to get laid." Snickered Delphi

"Those prudes, as if!" Giggled Becca Brie,


"Hey babe." Greeted Skye, swaying her bony hips tantalizingly. As if to say, you-could-lewk-but-you-definitely-could-nawt-touch. Unless she was wasted on wine coolers then all bets were off. However, something was definitely off.

Usually, the JV and a few of Varsity players would openly fall over themselves trying to get Skye's attention. As their lust filled pupils roamed her petite frame. Almost enviously.

But, instead of the usual lewd stares. The former heiress was met with borderline disinterest. While a few of the guys looked almost annoyed. Including Chris Abeley.

"Uh..." paused Chris, motioning a quick timeout to the guys. "Hey, you..." replied Chris awkwardly.

Causing a few of the JV lacrosse guys to snicker at Skye's shocked face.

"Ca-can I help you with something?"

"Y-yeah." Stuttered Skye trying to regain her composure. "I just wanted to know why you were speaking to the new girls."

Now it was the Varsity teams turn to start laughing much to Skye dismay.

"And, what pray tell is so funny?!"

"Besides, the fact that your jealous?" Interjected Harris, shaking his floppy jet black curls.

"I am nawt jealous!" Gasped Skye, clearly insulted. "I was just..." paused the alpha trying to find the right words.

"Just what?" Scoffed Landon Crane, current captain of the Varsity Buccaneer's soccer team.

"curious, that's all." Reasoned Skye, batting her eyelashes seductively to no avail. Pissing off the alpha even further. "I've just never seen them before...OKAY?!"

Realizing she was screaming, Skye cleared her throat. Before lowering her voice. "I mean, what if they're LBRs or something?"

"They're not losers." Mused Harris Fisher, smacking Chris on the back before whispering something in his ear. That noticeably pissed off Landon.

"How do you know?"

"Maybe, because they're freshmen." Stated Landon, annoyed.

"Well, they still could be LBRs just because they were eighth graders three weeks ago. Doesn't mean, they've matured into Alpha's just yet. If at all..."

"Oh..." chuckled Chris, waving for the guys to get back into their positions. "I know, for a fact those girls were never losers."