Pretty Ones Club

Chapter 1

"Do you really need that?" Liam hears a voice say in his head.

All he can think is yes, I do need it. But he can't need it. Pretty boys don't eat. Everyone knows that. Don't eat you fat cow.

Suddenly it all makes sense. Liam stands up, walks over to the window and jumps.

On the way down he thinks, "at least my corpse will be skinny."

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Three Months Later

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"Everyone knows about the Pretty Ones Club. They are the prettiest, skinniest, best put together people at Michael's high school. The leader, Harry Styles, keeps everyone on a strict path to perfection. Everyone wanted to be part of the club, but few had the self control." explained Ashton Irwin, a senior at Michaels new high school "The group consists of Harry Styles, a sophomore, Louis Tomlinson, a senior, Zayn Malik, a senior, Niall Horan, a sophomore, Luke Hemmings, a freshman, Calum Hood, a freshman, Eleanor Calder, a senior, Lottie Tomlinson, a sophomore, Sophia Smith, a senior, Danielle Peazer, a junior, and Taylor Swift, a junior."

"But why would the school allow this?" The junior asked.

"Because 50% of them were in the club, now stop interrupting." Ashton continued. "Liam Payne, the old leader, killed himself a few months ago, leaving the sophomore in charge."

"That's crazy, what's their definition of perfect anyway?"

Ashton smirked before chanting, "Feet together, thighs apart, that's where the pretty ones start. Perfect teeth, pretty smile, sit up straight and stay awhile. Style on point, no dirt to be seen, you must always be clean. Mild manners, pinkies out, always happy, never pout. Don't forget coffee, smokes and cold diet cokes, because that's all the pretty ones eat."

Michael shook his head before look at the group of "perfect" people. It was like looking at walking photoshop. Their skin was flawless, and smooth. All of their nails were shiny and manicured, and all of their clothes looked like they came right off of the runway. They were all tiny, but not grossly so. They really were perfect and Michael felt this unwanted jealousy filling in the pit of his stomach.

"I know that look, you do not want to be like them, trust me."

One of the boys in the group sparked Michael's interest. He was very tall and pale, but not in a bad way. His blonde hair was perfectly styled, and he looked like an angel.

"Who's the blonde? The tall boy I mean."

"Luke Hemmings, a freshman. He rose that social latter quickly, now he's one of the top dogs. Rumor is, he slept with all the boys to get there."

Michael just nodded. That boy was beautiful. And Michael wanted to be just like him.

"How do I get in?" Michael asked, and Ashton just shook his head. Wait until you meet a few of them before you jump into that hell."

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The Next Day

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"Who the hell are you?" A deep voice says behind Michael.

"Michael Clifford, sir." He stutters.

"You're in my seat." The deep voice responds. "You're new aren't you?"

"Uh, yeah I am. I started here Monday."

"So you know who I am."

"You're Harry Styles. The most envied person in school."

"I like you Mike, but you are in my seat. So move." Harry said, making a shooing motion with his hand.

"Of course. Sorry sir." Michael stumbled out of his seat, when he heard a chuckle.

"Be nice to the new kid, Styles. He's pretty. I like him." A new voice said.

Michael turned around to see Luke Hemmings right behind him. Michael blushed before stuttering out a greeting.

"Hello pretty. You know my name? How sweet." The blonde smiled, looking at the punk boy up and down. "Too bad you have ruined your hair, or we could have been great friends. I like your shirt by the way, The Misfits are awesome."

Michael blushed again before trying to walk to the back of the room. Luke grabbed his wrist before whispering something into Harry's ear. The curly haired boy nodded before smirking.

"You are hanging with us today. And we do not sit in the back." Luke pulled Michael into the seat beside him just as the bell for class to start rings.

"Actually, I'm not. I'm hanging with Ashton today. I promised him."

A dark haired boys head pops up at Ashton's name. "Ashton Irwin?"

"Do you know him. Calum? Is he decent enough to sit with us?" Harry asked.

"Uh yeah, probably."

"Then it's settled. You are both sitting with us today."