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The Clique and the Wannabes and The Boy


 

 

Gisele, and Nylandra pulled into the school parking lot. A girl wearing a lacy pink camisole, red lipstick, extremely short shorts, whore high heels, and bleached hair wondered why Gisele was parking next to her. Partial selfishness, and partial knowing how stuck up The Trilogy was. Gisele, the most popular girl and leader, Nylandra, the gorgeous Rihanna look alike sidekick, and Stella, the gossip queen. Stella was in the car's backseat. All three girls were sophomores, and already got their reputation they'd always had. They were hated by dumb unpopulars who didnt' know what they were dealing with, and loved by smart people. Nylandra Johnson noticed the risque looking girl, and made a dismissive face.

 

"Why does Cassandra wear that whore worthy crap?"

 

"You'd wear it with a cardigan and leggings. We both would." Gisele reminded her. Nylandra made a  'Yeah, we would' face.

 

"But I would never bleach my hair. I'm black. And you have naturally blond hair that you highlight," Nylandra said. Gisele agreed. They got out, both looking like tens. Nylandra wore a white tank underneath a grey shirt that said 'Kiss me, I'm 100 percent au natural beauty' and Gisele wore a pink bubble dress. They knew they were hot. They absorbed it and used it to their advantage. In other words, stuck up. Mentioned before. Gisele combed her natural blonde hair and sprayed highlighting on it. Gisele was pretty close to having the most beautiful hair in school, and she knew it. Nylandra studied her gorgeous eyes and cheeks. Women spend thousands of dollars to have eyes and cheeks like hers. She had naturally clear skin and tanned, never burned. Gisele, on the other hand, burned. She fake-tanned. She had gorgeous lips women spend millions for. "Look at them, they think they're so hot." said a jealous science nerd. "Cause we are, and you ain't got a chance!" Nylandra said in rhythm. Her years in cheerleading helped. The rhythm, chants, everything, got her her you-don't-mess-with-me attitude and her amazing body. Gisele laughed and high-fived her. Gisele was secretly jealous of Nylandra. She had gorgeous features, and her hair was whatever Rihanna or Beyonce was sporting at the time. Nylandra knew how to take care of her relaxed locks. She and Gisele both got deep conditioning treatments once a month. Gisele's hair, unfortunately, was usually dry, too curly, and unruly. Her hairdresser was one of the smartest women ever. She knew how to care for unruly hair.Gisele gazed at her hair. She was proud of herself now. She always straightened or curled it. For her, beauty and friends went together. She wouldn't be best friends with Nylandra and Vickie if she didn't think they were beautiful. She noticed the time, and realized Vickie was late. Majorly late. "Where's Picky?" Nylandra asked. "Good question." Gisele called her on her cell phone. "Where are you?" "Pulling in the parking lot now. My stomach really hurts. I feel bloated today, ate too many salt and vineger chips." "Those really aren't good for you, besides bloating." Nylandra raised an eyebrow. Bloating was strictly off-limits, possible big tummy and gas. Victoria walked into school wearing a tight skirt and tank. Big mistake. She felt fat and like a PlayboyBoy Bunny. Her small pumps made it worse. Luckily she had jeans, skirts, and other shirts and accessories. She quickly changed into aGid skirt, which made her feel less fat. She also had a pink shirt which drove her crush crazy last year. Now he was her boyfriend. He'd gained a lot of weight since last year. He hated it. Both of them hated their bodies today. He was two hundred pounds now. She was bloated, which made her nervous. Gisele decided Victoria was kicked out until she fixed her appearance. Gisele and Nylandra walked into homeroom two seconds after the bell rang. Mrs. Andrew was not happy. "One more tardy and you'll both get written up!" she said. "Whatever." Gisele said. With Mrs. Andrew's white and grey mess she called hair, ugly nails painted with dirt, and suprising amount of makeup, Gisele was suprised she was married. Or liked. Nylandra felt the same way. Nylandra decided she'd fake a competition and let all the ugly teachers win. She texted Gisele about her idea.Gisele giggled. 'Tht will b fun. we can make Andrew wish she had nvr been a tcher!' Nylandra chuckled. "Now, here's a dialogue of the play Taming Of The Shrew, by William Shakespeare. We will begin reading the play today." Mrs. Andrew acted like homeroom was a real class. Nylandra rolled her eyes at another popular girl as if to say 'She's crazy'. The popular giggled. Everyone knew Mrs. Andrew was crazy for anything written by Edger Allan Poe, William Shakespeare, or Steven King. They met up with Stella later. Stella wore Chanel sunglasses, had Michael Kors heels, wore a beautiful Chanel black t-shirt, a Stella McCartney satchel, and dark jean shorts. Her beautiful hair was straight and loose. Many girls envied her. She was the most beautiful girl in school and she knew it. She was vain. She was perfect. She was rich. She had a great boyfriend. New York was made for girls like her. "Nice idea, Ny," Stella said. "Gis texted me about it." Nylandra blushed and laughed. "You know, that could actually work." Gisele said. "We just need to know what kind of competition to hold. I'll buy makeup and beauty products, Stella can make flyers, and Nylandra can be the manager!" "I love it!" Stella and Nylandra squealed. Stella whipped out her planner. It had colorful drawing of cute girls shopping and taking their puppy dogs for a walk. She wrote 'Call Dalton, make flyers for competition, and kiss Dalton by tomorrow.' Her list was simple but important. Her rule was to kiss boys by two weeks, and it had been three months. Gisele's rule was one week. Stella had broken a rule. Gisele knew, of course. She made an exception because Stella had never broken any rules. She was usually good. Gretel had a hot goth fifth year senior hack into Stella's locker. "My money." he said. She gave him his money. She only had to pay him five dollars, which she'd earned by doing The Trilogy's homework. In every school, there's a Trilogy. The three most popular girls. The head one is always like Gisele. Gretel studied the contents. An extra purse, a date bag, a tote bag, extra makeup, books, lotion, hair stuff in a small bin... She took pictures and notes. She did the same with Gisele and Nylandra's lockers. The same stuff. Nothing else. But...Gretel saw a book called How To Get People To Listen To You plus How To Win Everything You Want And Influence People and a Redbook all about men in Gisele's locker. Gretel grinned. The bee didn't know what was coming to her...Gisele checked herself out in the bathroom. If she was going to impress Bryan, the hot jock/DJ she wanted to look FABULOUS!!! His gorgeousness and beauty was enough to make any girl scream. He had long curling blond hair, deep blue eyes, a good complexion, a beautiful football and basketball record, he was in the drama club, he was popular, guys were secretly jealous of him, girls he'd dated said his stomach was flat plus muscles. His glasses were thick framed but a thin lens. Besides, he really didn't need them unless he was reading. Gisele had a HUGE crush on Mr.Perfect. She felt sure he was The One. Besides, what girl could possibly beat her when it came to beauty? Stella was the only exception. Gisele kept a list of things her friends did wrong. Secret, of course. Anyone could clearly see Gisele as Future Homecoming and Prom Queen. She thought her beauty was enough to make guys scream. Truthfully, most of them knew she was conceited, mean, obsessive, and vain. Including Bryan, which is exactly why he broke up with her the first time. The second time, he made a huge mistake. He'd told Gisele he liked Stella. Gisele secretly planned sure revenge. She'd been planning ever since. Stella didn't know. Stella was actually really nicer than the rest. Gretel told Bryan she needed to see him. They were already casual friends, so why not? He secretly thought she was ugly. Bryan stopped her in the hall during break. He thought she really needed something. But what if she wanted to ask him out?The thought burned inside him. He loved Tracy Prinn, truthfully. Her hair shined like fresh red berries. Her hair was a vibrant blondish with a red tint. Okay, more than a tint. More like a pound. It was that interesting. Her greenish blue eyes sparkled with love and interest. He couldn't find a direct hit to her. Her hair was blond, it was red. Her eyes were green, blue.Gretel approached Mr. Right with a nervousness she hadn't known. Her chest felt like it was going to burst. She was sure Bryan would say yes. He had her number, he knew her name, her favorite color...he obvoiusly had a crush on her. "Bryan?" "Yeah?" Bryan felt a nervousness in him, too. This chick was known for reading all the wrong signs, getting really depressed after rejection (who doesn't?), and stalking ex-boyfriends and crushes. She'd stalked him, too. He already knew his answer. "I love you and can't live without you, Bryan, please marry me!!!" Gretel said so loudly she caught the attention of three popular girls who started taping. "Say what?" Bryan said. Gretel repeated the line.Bryan's stomach felt heavy and he felt quesy.

"I-I...I'm sorry, Gretel, but I'm in love with somebody else." Gretel's eyes got really wide.

 

"YOU CAN'T DO THIS! AND AFTER EVERYTHING I'VE EVER DONE FOR YOU? DO YOU REMEMBER THE TIME WE STUDIED TOGETHER? REMEMBER THE TIME WE GOT TOGETHER FOR A SOCIAL STUDIES PROJECT? DIDN'T THAT MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU? I EVEN GOT US ENGAGEMENT AND WEDDING RINGS!! AND I'LL WEAR BOTH UNTIL YOU SAY YES!!!!!!" Gretel put two rings with real wedding diamonds on, amusing the populars. Bryan gulped.

 

"Look," he said carefully. "I understand your pain. I've gone through it myself. And what we had wasn't love, it was just friendship. We were friends. I know this must be hard. I have to go to class now. See you." He carefully walked to class and eventually came face to face with Gretel's old boyfriend, Finch. "What have you done to my love? I didn't watch her break up with me just to watch her get heartbroken. It's jerky guys like you that turn this world upside down." Bryan didn't know what to say. His heart calming down, he walked to his locker and got his science book out. His reputation last year the past five years was high. He was the most popular guy in school. He wondered if his impressive weight loss and joining the football and basketball team had anything to do with it. He did that stuff for him, not his rep.Bottom line: Only YOU can control your reputation. he thought. He figured it was worth it, anyway. He knew a surprising amount about girls. He understood them. He didn’t' chase or run away from them. All his girlfriends had been popular. The most popular and most vain was Gisele. "Are you listening to me?" Finch Fand demanded. "Not really." Bryan lied. Finch eyed him through eighties style glasses. "You really are a jerk, you know that?" "I'm not a jerk, I'm just not interested in her. She misread what we had. What we had was special, but it wasn't love. And deep down you know that." Finch held up his middle finger, hid it, and continued walking to math.Gretel was sobbing in the bathroom. She

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