The Princess Pages: A Girl Like Cinderella

Song Seven

WHO IS TRENT MORGAN?

Sitting at the best table in the diner, with a window overlooking the sky and trees, were Green Day High's most powerful clique:

Stella Benton, Beverly Stone, Natasha Fleming, Luther Henderson, and Brendan Snider.

And by most powerful, it meant they were also the richest teenagers not only in Green Day High School, but Oakley as well, the town itself.

They were all sporting designer clothes, oozing with self-confidence and arrogance while almost swapping faces with their cellphone screens.

"Have you guys heard? Trent Morgan broke up with Madison Thorn just today," Natasha shared, not looking away from her rainbow-cased phone.

Stella snorted derisively. "Duh. Of course I know. Trent and I? We're friends, after all." She said this without tearing her eyes away from her cellphone either.

"If you're such good 'friends'," Beverly scoffed, leaning forward, "Then how come he's never mentioned you in his interviews? Dropping names, aren't we, Stella?"

Stella Benton's dark blue eyes flashed furiously at the blonde opposite her. "He's very secretive, didn't you know?There are a lot of things you don't know about us."

While Beverly had green eyes and long golden hair, Stella had blue eyes, and her stick-straight hair was a blinding shade of white; the natural white-blonde color that came to the lucky few. Her skin was naturally tanned, unlike Beverly's, and despite dressing like a hooker or stripper on a daily basis, she carried herself in a sophisticated air that she probably inherited from her parents, who owned the most luxurious and prominent hotel chain in America.

In short, she was daddy's spoiled little girl. The heiress to Benton Hotels.

"What secrets? His life is an open book," Brendan piped up, throwing a stack of magazines on the round table. Immediately, the three girls yanked a copy from the thick pile, flipping vigorously through the pages full of celebrity interviews and half-naked advertisers.

They were all MORGAN Magazines. The most-read and popular music and fashion catalog in America, Europe, and other countries.

"God, he's so hot," Natasha exclaimed, drooling over a cologne ad of Trent Morgan.

"Shut up, Tasha. He's mine," Stella hissed, rather viciously, then snatched the copy from her friend's hands.

Beverly arched a brow at the short-haired blonde in a skimpy black top and skinny jeans.

"What are you staring at, Eve?" Stella snapped, crossing her tanned legs.

"Trent Morgan just broke up with Madison Thorn, didn't he?" Beverly asked, an odd gleam in her emerald eyes.

"So?" Stella Benton gritted her teeth irritably.

"Then he's up for grabs now, isn't he?"

Natasha's, Luther's, Brendan's, and Stella's eyes widened at the sneaky smile on Beverly's lips.

"You wouldn't dare, Stone,"Stella warned.

"I would, Benton," Beverly crowed testily. 

A smug grin stretched across Stella's red-painted lips. "There's no way you can even be in the same room with him. Not when I'm around. So how do you intend to seduce him? Hmm, darling?"

At that moment, Lucy was now dressed in her waitress uniform: A mustard-yellow polo shirt with white collar, plain blue pants, and black rubber shoes. Ronda had wanted to brush her hair into an attractive ponytail, but Lucy chose to wear her black locks in a loose bun, with stray strands covering parts of her face, and with her thick black glasses covering half her face, she resembled an elderly teacher.