Queen Bs

•Starstruck•

"We need to start that stupid English project."

We were standing at Bianca's locker a few weeks later while she got her books. I nodded in agreement.

"Might as well. Not like it's gonna do itself." Becky was in front of Bianca's locker door, looking into her magnetic mirror and applying more mascara.

Britney was chewing her watermelon gum and furiously tapping at her phone screen. Curious, I asked, "Who are you texting, Brit?"

With a smack of her gum, she responded, "Christian is trying to get me back. As if!"

"Stop responding. He's only trying to agitate you."

Britney looked up at me, confused. "Why?"

I sigh. "Because that's the way boys are. They're jerks. He's probably laughing at you with his friends. Leave it be."

Britney thinks about this for a second and slips her phone back into her purse. "Fine."

As we walk to class, I think again about sabotaging Becky's relationship with Jason.

Wow. Sabotaging.

That's a strong word.

Well, I guess I'd be ruining their relationship. For Layla. Since I am one of the four most popular girls in the school now, I could convince him to check her out. Maybe ask her to a movie. She'd be so happy!

Trying to be as casual as possible, I ask again. "Becky, will I ever meet Jason?"

She stops short. "Why? That's the third time you've asked this month. You don't like him, right?"

Of course I don't like him. He's not my type.

But Layla likes him.

"No," I respond.

"Good." She starts speed-sashaying to English. Bianca shoots me another death glare and follows her. It's just me and Britney.

She links her arm in mine. "Blair, be honest. You really don't like him?"

I scoff. "Of course not! But... Layla does. She's had a crush on him ever since his first day here."

"So... you're trying to get her closer to him?"

Wow. Is she a mind reader?

"...Yes." I take a deep breath.

Britney contemplates this for a second. "Okay, then. Just don't let Becky know that. She's been nice to you and all, but cross her even once, and bad things will happen."

With that, she takes off down the hall.

•••

I sat in Language Arts, thinking about what Britney had said.

It's true, I guess. I've seen the dark side of Becky come out a few times before. She has the power to make or break your social status at WHA. She's the all powerful Queen B.

But I'm a Queen B now, too.

"Okay, so our group is Starstruck. What should our album be called?" Becky asked, twirling a glossy curl around her finger.

Bianca taps her pencil on the table. "Let's call it 'All That Glitters'. 'Cause we're pop stars."

"I like 'Golden Star Extravaganza'!" Britney pipes up.

We all stare at her.

Britney's face turns pink. "Just kidding, I like Bianca's suggestion."

"Of course you do. I'm perfect." Bianca rolls her eyes and looks down at her notebook. Becky glares at her and writes down the name of our album.