Dream Crushers

"Ahh so Quin Rivers. We meet again." Tiffany smirks, tapping her ugly hot pink wedges against the hard tiles of Long Beach High's floors while awaiting my response.

"So we do." I reply, mimicking her perfect little face. I have no time for this twat. Me and the 'Dream Crushers' have better places to be than ruining even more of her chances.

"Look if your just hear to get a reaction out of me, good. Go ahead and try. I know how to handle preps like you and I could ruin you, before you take you and your hideous pumps out the door." I state, glancing at my partner in crime, Jessa.

"And how do you think your going to do that?" Tiffany spits, infuriated. I role my eyes and glance at Jessa, signaling her to explain.

"We saw you, at Brook's party last night. I know what you've been up to, with you're little friends. I have the pictures to prove it. One little press of the send button and your precious little Cade won't want anything to do with your disgusting act." Jessa folds her arms together, sideways glancing at me.

"Oh, I'd like to see you try." She spits before turning on her heels and walking out the door. Oh, if only she knew how much trouble those seven words just brought on for her.

I look back at Trinity, Noelle and Carson. We all knew the words unspoken. Send the picture. Now.