It's Raining Blood and Revenge

····The Queen····

····The Queen····

Dianna Agron as Mallory Govern

"Great win last week, Mal."

"Thanks! I try." I replied. Being the center of attention of everybody was certainly a blessing. I mean, it wasn't my fault my Papa owned most of the companies in Remington. We basically founded this place! Not to mention turning it from a living dump do a decent living place. Being rich was cool, but beautiful wasn't something you saw in the girls here. Not with blond hair like mine or blue eyes as dazzling as mine. Perfect body, good measurements. Everything you would expect from the captain of the cheerleading team.

I closed my locker to see a chiseled face staring at me with a smirk on his face. Damian Javier. Possibly the hottest guy you'll ever find in Remington. A tannish body, which had the perfect six pack. He had messy sand blond hair and warm brown eyes. He had a sharp jawline and collarbone, which I like to nibble on. Don't tell my dad I said that.

"Hey babe," Damian greeted as he kissed me. "Ready to go?"

"Obviously. I can't stand another minute in this dump." I flipped my bouncy curls and turned to leave when I bumped into someone. Books and papers fell everywhere and landed in my path. I raised an eyebrow irritatedly. Um.... ew. The person below me looked up and I stepped back disgusted. I knew this girl. And I hated her. Charlie Winston. Like seriously? What kind of girl has a name like Charlie?! Are her parents crazy?!

"Oh mi god! It touched me! Like seriously, why are you even here? Didn't you like, attempt suicide?!" I squealed. I didn't know if that was true, but I depended on the rumors in this town. Because most of the time, they were true. And I bet this was too.

Charlie started to pick up her things and I kicked them away.

"Aren't you going to apologize? You twit!" I snapped. I was furious now. She has the nerve to touch me and not even bring me anything? Does she not know how to treat royalty?!

"Leave it, Mallory. We're going to be late." Damian said, tugging on my arm. I clenched my fists. A senior party to celebrate Remington's football victory was tonight and being the Queen of Remington, I couldn't afford not to go. I whipped my head around and started to walk.

"I still need an apology. And I need it the next time I see you, Winston." I snapped.

{~}

"Oh! Great! Y'all made it!" My good friend Audrey Hale said in a thick southern accent. She had platnium blonde hair--which I personally thought it came from a bottle-- and hazel eyes. Her teeth were straight, which was only possible because I took her to get braces in middle school. She wore a tight pencil dress with her boobs just popping out. I was honestly jealous. She was a total C while I was a B with padding. I glanced at Damian just to make sure he wasn't googling at her boobs, but he was with his other football doofs. Audrey dragged me into the house and poured me a cup of "fruit punch". I shook my head and pushed the drink away.

"Can't tonight. I know Damian's gonna drink, so I'll have to drive." I shurgged. Audrey pouted, then downed my drink.

"Whatever. Let's dance! I love this song!" she said pulling me into the midst of the dancing. I stood there, surrounded by drunk high schoolers, which made me feel totally left out. "Hey! Stop looking so gloomy! this is your party after all!"

"This isn't my party. This is a party dedicated to me."

"Same thing," Audrey mumbled. I rolled my eyes and looked around, hoping to see someone sober in this place. Then, my eyes caught onto a guy sitting quietly on the couch with earphones stuck in his ears. It made me twitch with irritation.

"Hey, who invited Gothic Gillmore here?" I asked Audrey.

"I hear he's good friends with the person who owns this house, but he doesn't look like he's friends with anybody. Do me a favor and ask him if he knows the DJ. I really want to play this one song..." Audrey said, but I cut her off by walking towards him.

"Hey!" I yelled over the booming music. He glanced up at me with his golden eyes. Golden eyes? Definitely contacts. "Do you know the DJ?" I asked. He looked me up and down, then stood up and walked away, without even answering. I clenched my fists. How dare he!? I was just about to go after him and curse him out, but I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around, clenching my jaw to keep from punching to person.

"Hey princess, how about I get you a drink?" A guy said. He had a beard, so I suspected he was a college drop out crashing this party just for the booze. I grabbed his collar and glared into his face, holding my breath so I didn't breathe in his breath which reeked of alcohol.

"I am not a princess, I am the Queen."