Dirty Little Secrets

Chapter 1

Dirty Little Secrets

Chapter 1

"Hurry up Shelby!" I hear my best friend Reagan scream across the yard.

"We're going to miss a parking spot if you don't get that skinny little ass of yours into this car by the time I count to three!"

She didn't mean it and was just mad at her boyfriend, Chris, who she recently started dating but that still doesn't mean you can wake the neighbors. They had the shortest honeymoon period I had ever seen; it only lasted three days before they started fighting. Reagan was notorious for dating so often that her need to have a man on her arm was starting to become a serial obsession.

I progressively started dating more as I became increasingly popular. When I was in the eighth grade I vowed that I would be popular, and I would also be a cheerleader. They both worked out in freshman year but I got kicked off the squad in my softmore year because I punched Riley Clearwater in the face.

I had sound reasoning though, she was being a whore and sexted my boyfriend Lucas, whom I broke up with later that day. However as of this day I can confidently say I am a permanent fixture in the popular crowd and will not relinquish my throne until graduation day; which is only a year longer, might I add.

As I climb into the front seat of her blue Fiat 500 I instinctively reach for the latte in the passenger side cup holder and take a long sip before being berated with complaints.

"Hey Reagan, what's the news with Chris"?

I quietly ask. She takes a deep breath then starts her rant. I knew it was going to happen, so I brace myself. I learned by now it is better to let her freak out now so it won't keep getting brought up in the future.

I mean, I love her to bits and pieces but seriously if you just look at her wrong she will complain for a month about how you gave her bitch face. Everyone says its because she just likes to complain but secretly i think she does it to stay relevant.

We look like polar opposites, me with my dark hair and pale skin in stark contrast to her blonde hair and golden complexion. We also dress differently, but other than that we are completely alike. The biggest similarity though, had to be our need to always be in the spotlight. We loved to talk and be the center of attention.

Between the two of us, I was better liked. Not in a vain way by saying that, but i was more receptive to my surrounding whereas Reagan was just sort of naive. She had good intentions, she really did, but sometimes she didn's see the whole picture. I could pick up on emotions pretty quickly and i could almost always tell who had a crush on who. People could talk to me, i wasn't some selfish bastard, i actually had a soul. So when more people wanted to talk with me, or go to the mall, or hang out, she resorted to being overdramatice to get the spotlight back.

"He never listens! I told him I wanted a Louis Vuitton purse for my birthday! You know what he got me S? He got me a cinch sack from the dollar tree and painted it brown and said it was just what I wanted! I didn't want a fucking backpack! I wanted a goddamn Louis Vuitton!"She screamed. She panted, trying to catch her breath and regain her composer. She took a sip of her drink then acted like it never happened.

In no time at all we arrive at school. The sun is just barely starting to break through the wall of clouds and the meager rays of light shine down on the scene before me. Students milled about the court and some sat on the hoods of their cars, waiting for the ten minute bell to ring. We pull up just in time for the bell and make our way over to the school. "Hey bitch". My other best friend Lanie comes up to me and laces her arm around me and gives me a kiss on the cheek. I hug her back and Reagan loops her arm through mine. The three of us walk into the building, arms looped through each others, and everyone stares.

When I was in middle school, my favorite movie was Mean Girls. The popular clique was called the plastics, and they wore pink on Wednesdays. Our clique was similar, but different at the same time. We wear thongs on Wednesdays, regardless of if we are wearing a skirt. But being the rebel I am; I like to wear them more frequently. Reagan thinks it makes me a whore; I beg to differ. I just think they are really comfortable is all.

When I get to my locker, I spin the dial a few times them pop it open. I grab my Spanish level four book and my notebook, then slam the door closed. "Hey beautiful" Jason leans forward and kisses me long and deep. I wrap my arms around him and return the kiss. He moves his tongue into my mouth and plays with mine. I bite down lightly on his lip and I see a mischievous look cross his face. His tongue swiftly moves to my cheek and before I know what is happening, he steals my gum. "Hey, that was mine!" Don't make me report you to guidance!" I playfully threaten. He chews it for a moment then blows a bubble with it. I pop it then grin. "Hey, that was mine!" Don't make me report you to guidance!" he mimics. "We're going to be late" I whine. "Like that has stopped you before!"

The day seemed to pass by in a blur, I had almost all of my classes that day with Reagan, and the rest with either Jason or Lanie. Most of the time, though, in classes we were talking or passing notes just so it wouldn't be as boring. The teachers usually didn't care because we weren't disrupting class or failing either. It was a pretty good agreement between us and the teachers. If we passed our exams in the class and gave them good reviews in the teacher surveys, we could do whatever the fuck we wanted. Life was pretty good when you were at the top.

Reagan had third period free so we all decided to skip and have lunch together. "I want Moe's" I volunteer.

"eww no!" Lanie squeals. "Why not go into a real restaurant for a change, not some greasy, failed attempt at a business, no good, one star, gassy Mexican joint?"

"Wow opinion much?" I retorted. God, I loved Lanie to death but sometimes she could be a total bitch. I guess we all are sometimes, that's what keeps us at the top. "So what are we going to do for lunch?" I ask.

"Nothing if you too don't stop fighting!" Chris warned.

"Never!" Lanie shouts triumphantly. I also loved how she could be so immature when no one was around. "So nerd, what'll it be?"

"My foot up your ass if you call me nerd one more time!" I threaten Jason.

"ooh, I'm so scared! Chris, be a dear and hold my hand, I'm scared Shelby might actually hurt me!" he whines in a mock impression.

"IF YOU FOUR DON'T STOP FIGTING IN THE NEXT TEN SECONDS, I SWEAR TO GOD THE LAST THING YOU WILL EVER EAT IS A GENEROUS HELPING OF BITCH FLAKES FROM ME!" Reagan screams. Oh my favorite thing to hear in the mornings.

"Okay, so I think it's a unanimous decision here;. let's go to McDick's!" Chris screams. "Let's not and say we did" Lanie suggests. "Okay final vote; Olive Garden?" Everyone agrees and we all pile into Chris's Audi.

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"Miss McKintire, would you please do us the honor of actually paying attention sometime?" my Chemistry teacher asks. "Aw, but what's the fun in that Mr. Lincoln? Someone's gotta keep you on your toes, right?"

In no time at all school ends and I head to my locker to grab my books and go. Jason meets me there, and greets me with a kiss. "Since we didn't get to finish what we started this morning, why don't we just revisit part two in my Audi? The seats are really soft and you can take them out for added room?" I blush at the thought. Most people didn't know this, but I still had my V card. "Why don't we just keep making out, and save the best for last?" I add in a quiet, hopefully seductive tone. It may sound cheesy, but I didn't want to lose my virginity in the back of a car.

"So what do you guys think about going to Zayn's party tonight? I heard he was going to have a keg." Reagan asks hopefully. She was all fun and games, until she got drunk; then all hell breaks loose. It was like she was high or something, she was loud, crazy, and downright horny all the time. "I'm up for it" I reply. I loved going to parties, it was a place where I could relax, have fun, and just let loose. And snag a few numbers if you know what i mean. "Jason and Chris would probably go just for the beer, so why not just carpool?" Lanie adds wistfully. We decided to head over at eight thirty, when the party would probably be in full swing