THE B.I.T.C.H CLUB

Prologue: Introductions

"I don't want to see you shaking your rear like that again!" Taylor's mother whisper shouted, careful not to reveal her anger to the rest of the kids that hopped out of their parents' car.

Taylor sighed, rolling her eyes. "Yes, mother." She opened the car door, holding her backpack with one hand as her mom followed her out the car and to the trunk.

"Now," her mother exhaled, pulling out her suitcase. "You better not start any trouble here, it'll give me a bad look.

Taylor leaned against the car, "What look? The fact that you're a home wrecker struggling to keep her job as Mayor because her disobedient daughter is too busy being a slut to care about her mother?"

"Taylor-"

"Is that the look you're talking about? Because that's what you specifically told me on the way here." She locked her jaw, shaking her head.

"Don't talk to me like that. I'm you're mother, I don't always mean what I say." She shrugged, crossing her arms.

She scoffed, looking away from her mother, "Whatever. This is probably the best place that'll keep me sane, I was really close to losing it."

"You know Santiago is a nice guy, he's really trying to get you on his good side!" Taylor's mother mentioned her boyfriend, Santiago, who she had recently started dating.

"I don't really like him." She side quietly, shaking her head.

"You just hate the though of someone replacing your father." She assumed.

"That's exactly what it is!" Taylor yelled, catching the attention of a few families near them.

She cleared her throat and leaned closer to her mother and spoke lowly, "You broke Dad's heart, he didn't deserve that. He really, really loved you, and you were nothing but a fucking jerk." Her voice broke as she swallowed the lump in her throat while tears began to form in her light brown eyes.

"Hey, I apologized." Her mother frowned.

"Did it fix anything?" She scoffed, glaring at her mother, "He cried for weeks. He was devastated, mom."

"I...Taylor, you know I'm sorry-"

"You have fun without me, mom." She harshly picked up her suitcase, dragging it across the concrete playing with the hem of the royal blue skirt that matched her blue blazer to her school uniform.

She sighed, standing in front of the large double doors she was about to make her way in. Students rushed past her chatting with their friends, something Taylor didn't have here.

"Here goes nothing."

• • •

"I'll make sure Rebecca enjoys her stay here, Gerald." The Dean gives Becca's father a smile, shaking his hand.

She sits up straight in her chair, legs crossed and her hands folded in her lap. She stares out the blank window waiting for them to finish their Neverending conversation.

"Alright." Her father sighs, turning towards her. "Be good, darling." He says in his English Accent, kissing her forehead.

"I will, Dad." She pulls down her slightly risen skirt.

He leaves the two alone in the office, shutting the door.

"Rebecca Robinson." The Dean mutters, shuffling through the students files.

He pulls out one with a green tab, sitting down in his office chair. He huffs as he flips the pages from time to time.

Rebecca impatiently sits there, getting irritated. "Are you finished yet?"