The Face Behind The Mask

The Face Behind The Mask ~1

So, my prologue had a lot of comments, and I hope this one does, too! Thanks so much guys :)

The Face Behind The Mask ~1

I've gone through a lot this summer, I can't say that I didn't. A complete transformation? Maybe, and hopefully. Sophomore year was going to be absolutely great.

I wanted to make an impression, first of all. Being a bitch wasn't really a part of me, it wasn't who I was. Also, I wasn't the type of girl who'd slam you against the wall and threaten to rip your throat out. I was just me, someone who should be more respected than the ones behind their shallow masks.

I had practiced over the summer, being a perfect sun-kissed girl. The one that would steal your breath away after one look, and the one leaving you dazed dreaming of her. Sure, it wasn't the best choice, but there was no other choice. And, there was no one worth staying the same for at school anyways.

Would they notice, was the real question. You could be beautiful and kind, but that didn't mean you were popular. Though, I tested my luck anyways. With my pretty tote, expensive 1 inch heels, and a face so perfect it's unreal, I stepped through the doors to my sophomore year.

There were already people hanging around, my bullies and my somewhat allies. I smirked at all of them as I passed by, strutting down the hallway, batting my mascara filled eyelashes along with it. I had spent a few hours in the morning to get ready today, and I wasn't going to let that time go to waste.

Everyone stared at me, like I was a goddess that fell from heaven, and not on my face. In the crowd that turned to watch me down the hallway were faces of pure lust and pure jealousy. Faces looked in awe and adoration. Honestly, I couldn't think of any way it would've gone even more smoother.

 What would've been even better? Tiffany's stuck up group and friends to bow down to my glorious, newly bought shoes. And Brittany, too. They want me to be stuck up? Then they'll get me as stuck up, and I make sure to ruin their lives as they have ruined mine.

A guy whistled at me, and I turned around to only see the player of the school, Jace. In my opinion, he was mildly cute with a rude sense of humor. His gold blond hair fell on his eyes, making girls swoon at him from left to right. He was a threat to me, as all the populars were. But, I can't say he's never stuck up for me before. But that was only once, and never to happen again.

I winked at him and smiled kindly, I owed him something, for that one time. But that didn't mean it was the end of it because there were the numerous amount of times he faceplanted me into the dirt.

"Ssup, babe?" He smirked, striding over to me.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I said rudely.

"Whoa, hold it, babe. Just tryna be nice here," he said, obviously sensing my annoyance.

Hah, like I would be nice to him ever again? What about the times he dissed me and decided to throw a dodgeball at my face? I rolled my eyes at him, making it seem as if I thought I was better than him, which I was.

"I apologize, my maiden!" he exlaimed, taking my manicured hand, "My name is Sir Jace."

Before he could kiss it, or do whatever he was trying to do, I spun around and withdrew my hand. Umm, no thanks, I don't want to be your new sex toy. I'd rather pass. I mean, sure, I've gotten somewhere with my plan of total revenge, looking popular, but I'm not that into character.

"Get your player hands off me," I snapped over my shoulder, strutting off while he was stunned and other people smirked and gossiped about poor, little Jace.

~~~

It wasn't long until I had found Tiffany and her new bestie Brittany. Obviously, they had looked as much like blond bimbos as they had the year before, and had gotten a new orange tan. I so don't see how that's attractive. Last time I checked, I didn't want to marry an orange or an oompa loompa.

They saw me and their jaws dropped. Funny they have enough brain capacity to recognize me, isn't it? I smirked at them with my red lips, taunting them to say something. Considering I had known Tiffany as a kid, I knew her weaknesses.

"Oh, hey, Tiffany, hey, Brittany," I greeted, exaggerating the 'hey' too seem as if I didn't want to talk to them, which, I obviously didn't.

"Oh hi, Adeline," Tiffany said boredly, "new get up? It's better than before, at least."

"Are you like, kidding me?" Brittany rolled her eyes, "don't think some clothing and make up will get you into our group."

A crowd had started to form around us, watching my newly transformed self and the two bimbos trying to get rid of me. Not this time, though, it's my turn to ruin them.

"Brittany, dear, I wouldn't be talking. I mean, the clothes? You got them from the clearance rack from Old Navy. Are you seriously that cheap?" I smirked, the crowd laughed.

Brittany was starting to turn red, embarrased by my remark. Then, she glared at me and muttered, "Whatever."

"Oh, and Tiffany," I added, still smirking, "how's it going with Rodger? You know, the one your cheating with on Tyson?"

The crowd gasped and went into sudden commotion. Score one for Adeline, score zero for the bitches.

Ahh, how nice it was to finally have some power.

~~~

Leaving Tiffany and Brittany to be gossiped about, I went to my locker to unpack and get my stuff ready for classes. Faces smiled at me while others turned away, afraid I would pick on them. Also, there were the few guys who'd go up to me and tell me "call me later, babe" and wink.

Now, I strided along to the cafeteria for lunch to find some certain people. Certain people meaning the nerds who'd have no problem being scared of the new face of popularity. Which, of course, would be me.

"Oh, hi," I smiled evilly at them, putting my hands on their lunch table while my bracelet clanged against it.

Everyone at the table sat in shock, and in fear. I didn't see Genevieve in the small group, so I'd never have to hurt my almost friend. She wasn't the one who picked on me continuisly, it was her posse.

"W...what do you want from us?" stuttered the guy who had called me stupid just exactly a year ago.

"Oh, nothing," I smirked, "just reminding you all to watch your back. Revenge is a sweet thing."

Leaving them terrified, I laughed victoriously and with menace as I walked away. I scanned the room for any table to sit at, and I saw some of the nicer girls on last year's cheerleading team wave at me. Like Genevieve, they only teased and taunted me because of their posse. But really, they meant no harm. Once, they were kind to me when having to be paired with them for a project. Though, after it was over, it was like nothing happened. I couldn't blame them, their precious popularity was a big thing.

I smiled a little more kindly than before, but still smirked as Tiffany and Brittany were watching me cautiously as I joined their lower group.

"Hey!" greeted a brunette girl with a real smile plastered on her face, her name was Krissy.

"Hiya," I replied, smiling the way she did. Maybe we would've been friends, if popularity wasn't such a big deal.

I talked to them for a while, Krissy, Julie, Madeline, and Jolie. They weren't stupid, and were advanced in education for pretty faces like themselves. They wore make up, but wore 10x less than the orange Tiffany and Brittany. Honestly, I would've chosen them to be the populars instead of Tiffany and Brittany. Life works in cruel ways.

"Do you guys like, actually like Tiffany and Britt?" I asked them questioningly.

They looked over their shoulders, to make sure the two blond bimbos weren't looking, then all replied in a low voice, "Never."

Mentally, I smiled to myself while another scheme was brewing in my mind. I knew who were going to support me now in the fall of the evil populars.