In The Gang

Chapter One: Cliques

Josie's P.O.V
Sunlight streamed into my bedroom window early this Monday morning in the beginning of my Junior year. My eyes fluttered open as I stretched out on my queen sized bed and heard my back popped. My alarm clock read 5:45 am so I had plenty of time to get ready.
I walked into my bathroom and peeled off my pajamas and hopped into the shower, the warm water felt good against my skin as I washed my hair and my body. After I was done I stepped out onto the tile flooring and wrapped a towel tightly around my body and walked back into my bedroom.
"Hello sister," a voice said which caused me to scream. I spun around and saw my older brother, Kyle, laying on my bed. He had a pair a nice jeans and a plaid button up.
"Why the heck are in you here?" I asked. He smiled at me and sat up.
"Mom wants you to walk home today," he says. I groaned and ran a hand over my face.
"Why?"
"Because I have work after school and she doesn't want her baby to walk home in the dark," Kyle says sticking out his bottom lip and running a hand through his dirty blonde hair which looked like mine. I rolled my eyes and pushed my brother out of my room which made him laugh.
My brother was my parents favorite, it was obvious. Their first kid, their only son. Everything came so easy to him which was an advantage, but I had to work for everything and it got me mad but I haven't shown it yet. I groaned and and put on my black lace panties and matching bra, blue skinny jeans, and a Navy green loose v-neck and my Adidas superstar shoes. My hair was still wet when I put it in Dutch braids. I put on makeup to make it look natural. Once I was done with everything I gave myself a once over and nodded in approval.
I raced downstairs and into the kitchen hoping to get some breakfast before my mom, dad, and Kyle got down there. Although when I walked over to the island in the middle of the kitchen where breakfast was usually served there was nothing but empty plates. I looked into the dining room and saw Kyle and my mom in there enjoying french toast.
"Did you guys even consider me for breakfast?" I asked. My mom looked up at me her mouth full, her eyes wide.
"Sorry honey your dad took a lot of the food and Kyle said you already ate," Mom said smiling. I looked over at my brother and glared at him.
"Of course he did. I'll just go get a pop tart then," I said rolling my eyes but my mom stopped me.
"Ooh sorry honey were all out. Plus if you guys don't leave soon you're going to be late," she said standing up showing off the black pencil skirt and white blouse she was wearing. My mom was gorgeous. Blonde hajr, blue eyes, flawless skin and she didn't look a day over 30. Even though she was 42. I looked like my dad. With dirty blonde hair, big green eyes and semi tan skin. My brother was almost an exact replica of my mom, same skin, same eyes, perfect nose, everything.
I groaned and my brother and I grabbed our bags gave our mom a quick kiss on the cheek and we hopped into our car and drove off to school.
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When we arrived at school we got out of the car and started walking in everyone staring at the Hollaway kids. We were popular. My brother being the quarterback of the football team since his sophomore year, being popular with the girls, teachers love hi. Then me, I was on the cheer leading squad, president of the student council, and straight A student, I guess you could say I was popular with the boys. But not too much.
We passed several 'cliques' of Bridgeway High School. The theatre nerds, band geeks, arts club, jocks, the popular girls, robotics club. But my brother made sure to keep an eye on the next clique. The West Side Wolves. The gang of our town, Bridgeway. They are the meanest, coldest, and scariest people you would every meet.
They do drug deals, they kill people or at least that's what I heard. They don't treat their wives or girlfriends well, the pick fights whenever they can and the guys sleep with every girl they can. The girls are pretty tough too, they do whatever the guys will let them. I have a couple in my classes but they don't do any work. They just don't try.
I looked over at the guys with leather jackets and the girls with too short of shorts. I mad eye contact with one of the guys Dustin. He had dark brown hair, these blue eyes that you get lost in, tan smooth skin, he was kind of tall 6'2", really fit. He looked up at me and a smile tugged on his lips as he ran a hand through his hair. I quickly looked away as Kyle lead me into the school. That was one person I'm not going to get mixed with, and let's hope I have no classes with him.