Chapter 2 (Edited)

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"Rachel Black!" Jess shouted in exasperation as I heard her feet stomping up the stairs, way too loud in the quiet house. I didn't bother answering her, instead I groaned and accidentally rolled face first onto the cold floor with a barely audible thud. My bedroom door swung open moments later, hitting the wall behind it with a loud bang and Jess burst out laughing at my position as I glared at her from my spot on the cold floor.

I reluctantly dragged myself up and into my bathroom across the hall to get ready for another day in hell - Oops, I meant school. The hot water helped to wake up my body as it scolded me, I wrapped a thick towel around me and padded back over to my room to get dressed for the day. I grabbed some black high waisted jeans that had a few rips on the knees, a plain grey top and my favourite black vans. I was too lazy to actually do my makeup so I just put on some mascara and eyeliner before I left.

I quickly ran a brush through my frizzy hair before putting it back in the bathroom draw. "Jess, I'm leaving now!" I called down the stairs as I tried to find my car keys while attempting to tie my hair up in a messy bun on the top of my head. Jess came bounding out of the kitchen eating a piece of toast with jam smeared onto it and grinned at me slyly.

I narrowed my eyes at her suspiciously, "Your lover is waiting outside." She chirped before skipping out of the house, she escaped before I was able to hit her. I scowled in annoyance and walked out the door, making sure it was locked. I heard a series of faint greetings as I walked over to Jess and Micheals car, it was their turn to carpool today. We all got in the car and Micheal drove us to hell - Sorry, school. We don't let Jess drive because she is a danger behind the wheel. No, for real she almost ran head first into a shop front the last time she drove a car. Soon I was able to spot the parking lot filled with different coloured cars and several people chatting to their friends. We pulled into the lot and all scanned for a parking space, "Look, there's one really close!" Jess slapped Micheals arm several times as he threw her an annoyed look before parking the car in the spot Jess suggested. I grabbed my bag and slung it onto my back lazily, getting out of the car slowly only to hear the devils beloved mistress. Anne Grayson.

"Mason!" Her high pitched voice screeched across the lot with way too much enthusiasm. Let me tell you a little bit about Anne Grayson, she's supposedly the 'Queen Bee' of West Valley High and has this crazy obsession with Mason. Oh, she also hates my guts for absolutely no reason but the feeling is mutual so it doesn't bother me in the slightest. She has many devoted fans, though her main minions are Milly and Molly, they're identical twins and are definitely not the sharpest tools in the shed. They have jet black hair and large hazel eyes, they are always with Anne no matter the circumstance. They're leader is a blonde haired, purple eyed barbie doll, she's even more plastic personality wise. Anne and Mason are fuck buddies sometimes, it's probably the most disgusting thing I've seen ever. My room at home happens to be right beside his so I see everything if my curtains aren't closed.

Jess and I leaned against the car with slightly amused looks on our faces and watched as all three model wannabes trotted towards us in their ridiculous sky scraper heels. "Lord have mercy on me." I heard Mason mutter as Anne reached him with a grin on her orange face.

"Hi Micheal." Milly and Molly spoke at the same time while fluttering their fake lashes at him seductively as they both flanked Anne like it was their duty to protect her, he looked at Jess and I for help but we just smirked and left the boys with their fans. We leisurely made our way to her locker first then mine, chatting about anything and everything as we went.

"I almost feel sorry for them." Jess was absently picking at her nail polish when she spoke in a slightly bored tone. I looked up at her for a moment then continued to dig around in my locker looking for my History textbook.

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