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4 - Teenage Dirtbag

4 - Teenage Dirtbag

{Arabella's point of view}

The girls and I were sat down in the local smoothie and ice cream shop. It's orange walls were discouraging but, once you tasted their smoothies, you'd never go back. It was always quiet after school, until we came in anyway and that I loved, we were able to talk freely without the boys spies hanging around your every move.

"Calum's plotting something." I didn't wait around or avoid the point. I took a sip from my mango and passion fruit smoothie as the girls turned their heads to me, leaving their previous conversations, with looks of confusion on their faces.

"How can you be sure?" Beth asked. She was always the one to question my motives first; it was because I had known her the longest, she was annoying but necessary. Without her everyone would be half hearted about everything we do, not wanting to question.

"Well first, he approaches me in the hallways today before class, when does he ever do that unless he's suspicious? And then during the day my hair slowly fades into a tinted green, mysterious but sexy." I shook my new locks. "And then finally after school he comes up to me, mentions my hair, and tries to act all cool in front of his friends. For a month he's barely spoken to me and now he's got the balls to prank me, which was awful, may I add, and approach me. Nuh uh, it's not on. Something's off and we need to find out what." The girls were leaning in, trying to catch every second of my whispered explanation.

"Well to know what they're planning we have to think like a boy, get involved with the boys. We have to beat them at their own game." I smirked at Natalia and silently thanked the Gods for giving me such an incredible crew.

"Okay, so if they're playing nice..." I started, hoping someone would finish, I hadn't fully thought it through.

"We play nicer. It will freak them out. They have something planned and we already know. We don't need to have anything planned, just play too nice and scare them off, they won't want to pull their prank, or whatever they're doing, because they'll think we have something bigger in store. It's perfectly logical; it's the double bluff," Meredith suggested, a wide smile on her face as all five of us turned and looked at her like she was a genius. Her red lips curled up into a smile.

"That's fucking ingenious!" I cheered. I got an encore of 'sh' sounds as they all looked around; unsure as to who could be around. The only people I could trust with something like this were sitting in front of me, everyone else would, or has, spied on me for Calum, purely because he promised them a bang. Disgraceful if you ask me but his method worked, I had to give him that.

I called over the familiar waitress and asked for the usual bill. None of us ever really changed our orders; we knew what we liked and we liked what we knew. That and we'd tried everything else on the menu and it wasn't as good.

"Right, so, starting tomorrow, operation..." I waited for one of the girls to name it. I had to make sure that I wasn't a dictator around here, they'd begin to hate me if I was. It had happened so many times in other great groups and now they cease to exist; I would never let that happen to us.

"Teenage dirtbag?" Mia said hesitantly. She was the newest and, in our group, that definitely meant the shyest. She didn't know what she could or couldn't get away with just yet, but her looks were enough to let her say anything to anyone. Her blonde hair finished just before her thin waist and her brown eyes completely contradicted her hair colour, making her stand out even more. She was slowly climbing the social ladder that was Rosewood High and this contribution just boosted her up at least 3 steps.

"That's amazing, it pretty much describes everyone here, and the dirt thing is definitely them. I love it. So Operation Teenage Dirtbag starts tomorrow."

We all put down the exact change, as we did every day, and walked out, thanking the waitress.

One by one I dropped the girls home, apart from Beth as she was staying with me that night; each time one left I gave them the same message.

"Meet me tomorrow, by the stairs, the opposite side of Calum."