Quirks Of Being A Queen Bee ✔ COMPLETED ✔

Chapter Seven

I walked through the doors of the school the next morning, with extra Queen Bee flare. I was wearing extremely tight clothes - a long sleeved rose pink top and a black skirt slightly above my knees. My hair was tied in a loose high ponytail, strands falling messily, but I knew I looked hot. After stupid Trevor Quentin almost got me arrested - I needed to show exactly who was boss at Hellingfield. Heidi and I. I took out the DKNY glasses I'd got and put them on, proving a point. I was Ashley Riverwood. I wasn't afraid of anyone or any of their shit. "Hey, Ash." Iris said, waving her fingers and smirking. Out of all our little bitches, I had to admit Iris was my favourite. She had the sass and the flare and the bitchiness that would get her somewhere someday. 

"Hey, I." I smiled, opening my locker. Heidi - who was behind me - smiled too, putting on her own Gucci glasses. She had gold bracelets - one or two on each wrist - glinting over her skin. I'm absolutely positive they weren't real, since, well - bitchy sounding as it may - I was the richest girl in town. "Hey, Heid." I said, bumping her hip with mine. "Who was the hottie at the party you hooked up with?" Heidi's playful smirk returned.

"He was good. Gave me a good time." I rolled my eyes. 

"God, Heid."

"He was hot. But I don't think we'll see each other again." She shrugged. "Between all the action, I heard he was from California. And I totes don't do long relationships." She laughed, nonchalantly. "Anyway, where's your boyfriend?"

"Around here, somewhere." I turned around and spotted Iris chatting up two hot guys - I think one was a senior, and the other was Steven Middleton - and saw her wink at me. When they left, I spoke, "Oh, Iris." 

"What? Middleton's gorgeous. And Jamie Carmichael stated he wouldn't mind doing me." She said, her eyes following him down the hall.

"Gross, sweets. You're fifteen." 

"I never said it had to be now." She beamed. "Help, I'm in a love triangle!" She said, and we laughed.

I felt lips skim my neck and turned around to Alex. I leaned up, kissing him hard, his hands on my waist, then kissed a spot on his neck. He shivered - and I knew I'd hit something. I smiled, putting my arms around his neck, then smirking evilly. "You know, some guy's been annoying me lately." I said. He jerked.

"What? Who? What's he been doing?" He growled. I laughed, kissing him.

"It's okay. Just some idiot who thought I stole something. He almost got me arrested." I pulled the innocent girl voice.

"Show me who." Alex said, folding his arms. 

"Don't," I told him, suddenly protective. "I mean," I said, after seeing his face. "It's my problem. Not yours." Hold on, was I defending Trevor Quentin? Impossible. But I was. I opened my mouth to say, 'It's Trevor Quentin,' but my tongue is tied. All I do say is, "It's life. People bow down to the queen and the king and it's an honor to meet them." I smirked. "Anyway," I put my hands over his shirt, feeling his abs. "Do I look hot in this outfit?"

"Incredibly." Alex replied, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, slipping my tongue into his mouth. I tossed my hair over my shoulder and waved goodbye, rejoining Heidi, who was gossiping with the group. 

"Oh, God, Ash." She said, pulling my arm forward as we huddled up. 

"What?" I ask.

"You know that hot guy I hooked up with?"

"Yeah?"

"He goes to Criston. Across the street." She said. "He'll go after me, I know it." 

"Then mess with him," Prudence said, looking up from her phone. "Play him like a Ken doll." She sung, and we laughed.

"I will." Heidi's lip curled. "Hey - let's do a scoring." Scoring was basically a game me and her made up in eighth grade when we became friends. Heidi and I made friends really suddenly - just, click. In Scoring, we give people a score from one to ten basing on hotness and fashion sense. We'd go down the lockers and say our scores together. Neil Houston was first. 

"Nine." We both blurted. Neil looked up, catching us staring, and Heidi smirked, waving her fingers. He grinned, nodding in acknowledgement. Neil's one of the hotties in the grade. Carmen Crisford down the line next.

"Eight." I said.

"Six." Heidi countered. Her eyes widened. "Sweets, she's got a mini baby bump." Our eyes drifted to the layers of baggy clothes she was wearing, and it was obvious she was hiding something. We went down the lockers.

"Four."

"Six."

"Seven."

"Ew, two."

"Five."

We eventually stopped, laughing, and Prudence smirked down at her iPhone screen. "Babes, who're you texting?" Heidi said, bumping her hip.

"Kyle Juno." She looked up, "A.K.A: My boyfriend."

"Whoa, congrats!" Kristen said.

"Kyle Juno?" Iris asked. "Isn't he younger than you?"

"Yeah. So what?" Prudence winked. 

"Well done, Prue." I winked at her. She tucked her phone away, perking up.

"Excuse me." She smirked, sauntering over to Kyle Juno. His hair was tousled and emssy, and his blue eyes seemed to light up when he saw Prudence. She smirked at him and they talked, before he leaned down to kiss her. For a freshman, he was cute - well-built, slightly tanned, pouty lips and was pretty tall. Taller than Prudence. Prudence had olive skin and her ombré hair was in a braid, and her outfit hugged her curves tight. They actually looked pretty cute together. 

"Nine." Heidi whispered, and we cracked up laughing again.