Diary of a Stereotypical Queen Bee

Entry 9 - Bring It Cheerleader

Dear all of my beautiful, (some brainless), pupils:

I understand that a lot of you reading this diary spend more time planning outfits than wars, but when it comes to power, you need to know that combat is just as important as cosmetics. It doesn't matter if you're pretty if you don't have a backbone.

And that's why I'm here. You can consider me your personal chiropractor from now on, lovelies.

♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ 

My plan had worked every bit as beautifully as I expected it to. By lunchtime, the time to regroup and assess progress, other desperate teenagers were eager to join in the slander so they could boost their own fragile little bits of self-worth.

I met up with the girls outside the lunch room. They were all bubbling with excitement.

I raised an eyebrow and looked at Adrienne first. "Well?"

She was doing a poor job at smothering a smug smile. "After that shocking pregnancy rumor started going around, people, of course, wanted to know more. So I did some digging, and turns out our new friend Hayden isn't sure who the father is."

Adrienne paused, soaking up the attention. "But I don't blame her, after all, it would be a really hard thing to do considering her lifestyle. I've heard even the teachers here are starting to come to her. That's how she can afford such nice clothes."

I frowned, considering. "Hmm. And people actually believe all of this?"

She shrugged. "People are more likely to believe things they think they came up with. I'm only here to give them a little push in right direction."

"And that's why I put you in charge." I smiled, impressed.

It was as close to a compliment that the girls ever heard from me. Adrienne beamed back.

I looked at everyone else. "And the rest of you?"

Eager to please, the girls all added their tidbits of information. Hayden was becoming a newer person by the second. Well, maybe not really, but her reputation was, and that was equally as important.

Protip for being a queen #5: It's not really what's on the inside that counts, it's what people think is there. What you decide to project of yourself is a pretty good reflection of who you are.

After all, multiple opinions are worth more than one, aren't they?  

I entered the cafeteria with a newfound excitement, the girls trailing behind me. As I walked in, the cafeteria quieted slightly to indiscreet whispers, and multiple people stared at me. One of them an irritating blonde girl, sitting at the boy's usual table with Chase and Blake.

She waved to me and I grimaced and waved back. The girls all looked at me expectantly and I sighed. I had to confront her.

"Hayden," I greeted, smiling through gritted teeth. "What are you doing here?"

She smiled back at me. "I switched into A lunch. Isn't that great? Now we can all sit together."

"Great," I repeated flatly.

Chase picked up on my tone and raised an eyebrow at me.

"I know right?" Hayden enthused, before packing her purse and standing. "Claire, I just realized I forgot where the bathroom was. You should totally come with me."

I shrugged her off. "Someone else can help you."

"But I'd rather have you take me. There's so much we need to talk about." Her eye contact was too intense for her tone to be taken casually.