Chapter 1 // "Well, Crescent we meet again"
My problem, I never was a model, I never was a scholar,
But you were always popular,
You were singing all the songs I don't know.
Now you're in the front row,
Cause my song is popular
Popular,
I know about popular.
It's not about who you are or your fancy car.
You're only ever who you were.
-Popular song
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"Did you hear? " I look up at my best friend. Her bright blue eyes are wide and she looks as though she'd just ran towards me.
"No" I reply slightly confused, as I shy away from her loudness. Emily isn't usually this jumpy, it must be something really juicy.
"Aribella Jones and Winter Michaels found out that Elliott Grayson was having sex with both of them at the same time. I bet you shits going down this lunch and we have front row seats"
Meet my best friend Emily. She is a pretty, book loving, cliché girl. And right now she is clapping her hands together in excitement
"So a threesome."
"No you know what I mean. He was with them both on the same night"
"That's nice now could you stop jumping around your making me feel dizzy" I sigh.
I really couldn't care less if Aribella and Winter started pulling each other's hair out. I hate the popular crowd, actually let me rephrase that, I despise them.
There was always some sort of irrelevant drama going on within that group.
"Come on girl, this drama is so..." She isn't able to finish her sentence because the She-devil herself enters the room; Aribella Jones. The entire room snaps in to silence and all eyes are on her.
Emily closes her mouth and quietly seats herself next to me. You could hear the sound of Aribella's heels clicking against the floor as she walks towards the 'popular table'
I don't see what the big deal is. It is a table, with chairs around it. There is chewed gum stuck under this precious table. It is a disgusting tan brown shade just like every other table in this room. But for some reason it is one of the most important items in the school.
Aribella's dark brown hair flew behind her as she strides past everyone. She pushes her regular seat back from the table with a loud screech. You can hear everyone's heartbeat vibrate through the school. Things are going to blow up today.
Everything is completely silent.
The cafeteria door swings open for a second time. Everyone holds their breath; it's Winter Michaels.
Her skirt is hitched up as high as it could go and her orange hair or strawberry blonde (as she calls it) is flowing behind her in perfect curls. Her crystal green eyes narrow as she see's Aribella.
"You!" She spits her words out like venom. Her finger is pointing directly in Aribella's direction.
I guess I have front row seats to this scrap.
She marches up to Aribella, before Aria has a chance to turn around Winter clashes her hand with her cheek.
"You whore" Aribella holds her cheek. Her brown eyes blazing with fire.
You hear the whole of Northwest High hold their breath.
Suddenly they are both pulling each other's hair out and rolling around on the floor. One minute Winter is trying to pull out Aribella's glossy dark hair then the next, Aribella's trying to scratch out Winter's eyes.
Then to add the cherry on top, in comes Elliott Grayson - The Playerboy. Or so the school calls him.
I can see what people see in him, that dark hair that was so messy yet so perfect, bed hair all the girls called it, or was it sex hair? Then there was his strong muscular build, of course, he had to be in good shape, seeing as he is the star Quarterback.
And his eyes, that's what really draws people in, his eyes are breathtaking. They're a glassy blue that stands out compared to his tan skin and dark hair. They are as bright as the ocean and completely mesmerizing.
But to top it all off he is a dick. As simple as that, he has a big ego, smart mouth and a hell of a lot of self-pride.
Most of the female started hyperventilating when he came within 5 feet of them. I could even see certain girls from the corner of my eye flapping jotters in front of their face and blushing.
But I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't do the same myself.
He glides in as though nothing is happening, as though the two most popular girls in the school aren't trying to kill each other, as though it isn't his fault. He has that stupid breathtaking grin on his face like he is trying to hide a full-blown smile.
Both girls freeze as they see him nonchalantly walk past. Their eyes follow him as he sits down, they both struggle to stand up and waddle over to him. Their footsteps echo through the large room.
"Elliott, don't you have something to say for yourself" Winter breathes softly but you can hear the icy cold tone at the bottom of her voice.
"No" His voice is deep and gruff. He doesn't even look up at the girls. You can tell he just doesn't care.
"God I can't believe you slept with this slut" Aribella rolls her eyes and fixes her extremely short skirt.
"Please at least I'm not a tramp"
Elliott sighs "You know what, you were both a good fuck but I don't do relationships. If I need you again I have your numbers"
Bam!
That is how he worked. He was a boy toy, no emotion, no heart.
Girls should go on strike and not give him what he wants. But as usual, my opinion doesn't matter. I wasn't relevant to the popular crowd, well not anymore.
They both stand there awestruck. Aribella sends Winter an icy glare as they both take their places on opposite sides of the table.
The popular table. It is split into 3 sections.
You have Team Aribella; the cheerleaders. Aribella is actually smart but she doesn't show it. It would be an embarrassment to her. Aside from her athletic skills, she is the biggest bitch I have met in my life, the biggest bitch on the planet to be precise.
Next you have Team Winter; the bitches. Winter's name pretty much sums up her personality. Her bright hair and green eyes make her look somewhat huggable. You shouldn't be fooled by her sweet voice. Behind it was a cold icy heart.
Then the third and final part of the table was filled with the jocks and 'Bad Boys'.
There were six certain boys who pretty much ruled the school. Everyone is under their fingertip and you don't need 3 guesses to know who was part of this clique.
Elliott Grayson. He was the 'Lead Player' as they called him.
In a way it's one of the saddest things I have heard in my life, boys fighting to win girls virginity's.
Slowly the whispers begin to build up and the cafeteria goes back to it's usual chatter.
"Well that was intense"
"Emily you care about these things way too much" I roll my eyes.
"Well I have to write the school newspaper tonight. I have no idea how to sum this up"
"How about "Bitch one and Bitch two get owned by Dickhead" "
"It's a bit long, could you maybe shorten it down by a few letters" Emily taps her cheek as she stares off in to space.
"He's such a Greek god isn't he?" She comments changing the subject.
"Maybe that's a bit far, more like an Armani Model"
Emily glances at him and smiles "Nope definitely a Greek god"
"Anyway I've got to go to the library and print out my History Assignment"
I don't really need to but I want to leave the cafeteria seeing as you could cut the tension with a butter knife.
I push my chair back silently and walk towards the exit in my scuffed black sneakers keeping my head down looking at the clear grey floor hoping to not catch anyone's attention.
I drift past the popular table until out of nowhere feel the continents of a cold glass of water spill over me. I take in a sharp breath as I hear the water splash to the ground.
It takes a moment for the shock to run through my body. My blood boils
as the entire cafeteria erupts into fits of laughter.
My cheeks light up like a Christmas tree as my soaking brown hair drips on my face.
Well, there goes any chance of getting out of here subtly.
Aribella Jones.
I glare into her hazel eyes as she smirks at her achievement. Her pearly white teeth shining behind her plastic smile.
I attempt to regain myself and try and scurry away but fate is not on my side and end up face to face with the floor.
Ah we meet again my old friend.
The laughter gets louder, by the sound of it the whole school is crying with laughter.
I lift myself up when I feel a pair of arms come to my side looking up slightly, to I see a pair of hazel brown eyes that identically match mine.
Daniel Dawson. The schools Linebacker. Also my twin brother.
"Cress are you okay?" He whispers towards me. All I can do is nod but I can tell by the look in his eyes that he is completely embarrassed in me.
Well it must be embarrassing seeing as he is one of the most popular boys in the school and his twin is one of the most unpopular girls.
Nonetheless, Daniel helps me up and doesn't let go of me until I'm stable. He squeezes my arm somewhat reassuringly but I ignore the small gesture. Because even though we're twins he's going to let go of me and sit back with her.
I finally look up from the wet floor only to be met with these dark blue eyes. Elliott looks at me intensely.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
"Whoops sorry Cress, I hope you had a nice trip, see you next fall" She sneers. Her minions giggle in unison with her.
"That wasn't funny Aria" Daniel's face is stern.
"I'm sorry baby it was just a mistake" She blinks her false eyelashes at him and places a hand on his arm.
No matter how many times he tells me he feels nothing for her, she still has something over him, they were once one of the school's 'cutest' couples ever.
*Tries not to vomit*
Until he dumped her.
"Bullshit" I whisper under my breath.
Usually Daniel doesn't associate with me in school not because he was embarrassed with me (or so he says) but because I don't want to ruin his reputation. In this school reputation is everything.
"You can let go of me" It came out harsher than I expected. But I don't care, I'm his sister I am more important than Aribella, but I guess not. I sharply pull my arm out his grasp.
My eyes snap towards Winter, who is already glaring at me. Her green eyes shoot daggers at me.
I really want to scream at everyone else right now. My eyes narrow and mirror her expression. We both look away simultaneously huffing.
I lift up my schoolbag and storm out the cafeteria. My shoes squelching as I stomp on the floor leaving wet footprints behind me.
I thrash open the exit and let it slam behind me with a crash. Now, you're probably wondering how the holy fudge did the school's loser have so many enemies.
Would you believe me if I told you that Aribella, Winter and me used to be the reincarnation of the three musketeers?
Once upon a time, a really long time ago (more like one year ago) I used to be popular.
I was always the 3rd wheel though, even when I was popular I used to be the smart one, the type of person your parents approved of.
Now when I think about it, maybe they were friends with me because I would get them out of any sort of trouble if they landed themselves in deep shit.
Then one night at a party, it's always at the parties, our friendship shattered.
Not just mine but between themselves as well. The once most feared trio became a memory.
Our year was split into two parts, our friends left to choose whose side to take.
It was simple Team Aribella or Team Winter. Other than that you were a no one. And that's who I became. How could I have chosen between the two most important people in my life?
That's why I am in the position I am in now.
Numerous of times I had thought of dying my hair and changing my name. But my mind usually voted against it, sadly.
Now Aribella happily chooses to make my life a living hell. Can anyone do anything about it? Maybe. Does anyone ever try and help me? No.
Then there was Winter. There is always one way to describe Winter, she is hilarious, she just hides her crazy sense of humor.
Anyway, we haven't talked since that day. But every time we walk past we each other we give each other the glare.
The glare was when you narrowed your eyes in to slits and looked at the other person soul. You looked at them as though you were going to murder them on that exact spot.
It was a very menacing look I must admit.
I begin to shiver as my clothes cling to me.
How the hell am I going to find a new pair of clothes?
I am really peeved off once I reach my locker and pray that I have a spare skirt and shirt as I put in the combination.
I scrummage through my messy locker and find nothing.
"Fuck" I shout into the empty hallway as I slam my locker shut with force.
"Well, Crescent we meet again "
My eyes widen in shock and drift down the hall to see a greek godlike figure leaning against the lockers with his arms crossed a breathtaking smirk placed on his pulp lips. His eyes searching my face curiously.
The star of our school stood there. His crystal eyes stared deep down into my heart.
Not only is he back but he recognizes me.
Elliott Grayson.
Does anybody have a spare book that I can fan myself with right now?
Author note:
I have wanted to write this for so long now. Don't worry guys it's gonna get the better.
And there's a lot of drama lama!
Edited. Mate editing is some seriously hard shit.
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