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[angel hazelton!]

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-- It was early morning at Westchester Prep, and students were scurrying around the halls with their friends and cliques, socializing as much as possible before the first bell rang, telling everyone to go to their first period classes. Designer heels clicked upon the glossy new floors of the school's hallway. These were the shoes of one of the most socially important people in the school; Miss. Angel Hazelton, an infamous member of the clique the HEARTBREAKERS!. She and her lovely band of friends were the biggest sluts in school, and they knew it.

-- Currently, Angel was alone, clique-less, which was very unusual for her. Usually she and her clique paraded through the halls, acting as though they owned the place, attached at the hip. Today, though, Angel had to come early to school, because she had thought that she was supposed to make up a stupid math test, but when she had gone into her class room her stupid teacher wasn't even there. She was a little pissed now, and she stomped off over to her locker, her silky long brown hair flowing out from behind her. Once she got to her locker she flung it open and it slammed into the locker beside it, but she didn't care, it was probably some stupid freshman's locker anyway. She fished through her locker, taking out the books that she needed for her next class, pretending like she was busy so that she wouldn't look like she was alone, clique-less for once in her life. She hated being all by herself, and seriously felt like a piece of her was missing when she was without her two best friends. She continued to pretend to be looking through her locker, wondering when her friends were going to arrive at school.

Notes;; blehhh seriously, a crappy post, sorryyy. anyone may join.

[lyric valente ,]

lyric valente,

Lyric tapped her fingers as her teacher droned on and on about some headlines on the news this morning. She was a teacher's pet, yes, but that doesn't mean she has to hear the teacher talk about, gossip. Lyric loves gossip, but gossip about the President? That's none of her business, and she doesn't want to make it her business. The teacher looked her way and smiled. Such a good girl Lyric was, always the sweet little girl who brought apples in the morning and always did her homework. Lyric smiled back as she pretended to be listening, while she spread her pens out on the table. Bored she was. This was class, not gossip club. And one would think the teachers would know that.

Lyric stared at the clock, it was almost time for the bell to ring. Few more minutes. "Lyric, can you tell me who's President's wife?" the teacher asked as she looked at Lyric, with eyes that wanted an answer. Lyric wasn't listening this time, and she didn't know what to do. "Uhhh.." Lyric thought for a while. She was almost going to say 'I don't know', when the bell ring. "Saved by the bell." she muttered as she picked up her knitted messanger bag by the foot of her desk and beelined for the door, along with her other classmates. They scrambled out into the hallway, and Lyric walked absentmindedly as she searched her backpack for something to eat. Being a teacher's pet can take up a lot of energy.

"Oops." Lyric muttered as she crashed into a beautiful girl, who she didn't know the name of. "Sorry." Lyric said as she stopped seaching for a PowerBar. Lyric scanned the girl up and down. Classic slut look, nothing different about her. But she had to be nice. "I'm Lyric Valente." she said. Lyric smiled as she looked at the girl's hair. So long, so silky. Lyric's hair was the same, yet a different color. Angel's was a nice chestnut brown, while Lyric's was stuck in an autumn-ish orange and brown color.

[alicia rivera]

Alicia ♥

Alicia, looking bright and energized even though she had waken up only half an hour ago, walked down the hall. Waving to a couple of girls in her Junior class, she turned to her locker and rolled her brown eyes. If I have to wave to people all morning I might die, she though to herself. She stared at her lock with confusion, completly forgeting her combination. Tapping her new Prada heels against the floor, she wrinkled her pert nose. Alicia was horrible with combinations, and usually wrote them down somewhere. Most of the time she forgot where she had written it down, so that didn't help much. Rifling through her Marc Jacobs bag, her navy polished fingers brushed against her cellphone, two tubes of lipsgloss, and many other things inside her purse before finally finding the slip of paper she was looking for. Looking down at the numbers, she spun her look. It opened with a small click and she grinned. She dropped her books in and her eyes searched the hallways for her friends.
A loud bang made her jump and she whipped around to where the noise was coming from. Standing there was Angel Hazelton, one of the biggest sluts in the whole school. Her name was kind of ironic, actually, no, it was very ironic because Angel was not very angelic . She was pretty, but known for her wild partying and her love for boys. Alicia was perfectly fine with having just one boy, and didn't understand why Angel had to be so slutty. She looked kind of upset, Alicia observed, her heart shaped mouth curving into a smirk. "Bad morning?" She asked, her tinkling laugh soft and sweet. She noticed that Angel was without her friends, which was kind of unusual. Grabbing her math textbook and pink notebook, she tossed her sleek dark brown, almost black hair. Angel's friend, Miranda's dislike for the Pretty Committee was well known, and Alicia wasn't fond of any of them either. What bothered her the most was that even though they acted like sluts, they didn't even try to pretend they didn't. They knew it, and flaunted it.
She spotted Lyric, a girl who was friends with the alpha of the Plastics, Olivia Ryan. Alicia didn't really mind Lyric, since she seemed sweet, and apparently loved to read. Alicia read, alot, but she didn't tell anyone about it. She thought it would take away from her image. "Hey Lyric." Alicia said, looking the girl up and down. She was quite pretty, Alicia mused, and sweet. Even her name was cute, much more original than Alicia's.

[angel hazelton!]

-- As she was walking Angel felt a body bump into hers, pushing her sideways into other people walking in the crowd. Immediately Angel looked around, finding the girl who had run into her. Her normally pretty green eyes narrowed, a very dangerous look to be given. Angel turned to the girl, straightening herself out after stumbling, pulling her large bag back up over her arm and sweeping a long strand of glossy brown hair over her shoulder. "Excuse me?!" She exclaimed at the same moment that she heard the girl stutter "oops." Yeah you better be sorry... Angel thought to herself as she just stood their glaring at the innocent looking girl. She watched as she looked over Angel, probably realizing who she was, and then listened as she introduced herself. Angel's lovely manicured fingers wrapped themselves around her skinny waist, which stuck out to the side a little, a dramatic pose. "Well Miss.... Lyric. Please watch out where you're going." She muttered these words and then began walking back down the hall, wondering impatiently where the hell her friends were.

--- As she returned back to her locker, slamming it open once more, she heard a voice come from down the line of the metal doors. It was a girl, probably a year younger than Angel. Her angry green eyes flickered toward the source of the voice and, alas, it was Alicia, some popular junior chick in the infamous "Pretty Committee" clique that she always heard about. Miranda hated Massie, and their whole little group, which kind of meant that Angel had to hate them too. She shot Alicia an obvious "I'm-pretending-to-be-so-nice" smile/glare. And then looked back into her locker, searching for her pink phone in her large bag, her locker door still hanging open.

[alicia rivera]

Alicia ♥

Alicia watched as Angel talked to Lyric, smirking. It was typical for a member of the "Heartbreakers" to act like this. Along with being easy, they were usually bitches. As Angel angrily exchanged words with Lyric, Alicia pulled out her cellphone, checking for new text messages. There were none and when she look back up, she saw Angel standing there, giving her a smile, probably fake. Alicia knew if Miranda hated the Pretty Committee, Angel would hate the Pretty Committee, it was just how things worked. Alicia disliked the group of girls mostly because Massie hated them, and also, she hated sluts. Angel and her friends better realize that the Pretty Committee ruled the school, not them. They took down the DSL Daters, and they could take down anyone else if they wanted to. Most people respected the Pretty Committee, but Angel and her friends were different. Alicia thought they acted like they were the alphas, the most important people in the school, which they weren't. Alicia liked to humor people, so she never corrected them, but if Massie caught wind of this, she would defiantly put them in their place. “Nice” Alicia said to Angel, almost mockingly. She closed her locker and locked it, walking over to Lyric. “Hey. Are you okay?” She questioned sweetly. Angel could be kind of intense sometimes, so could a lot of people, she was probably just having a bad day, Alicia figured. It was Miranda I don't like, Alicia reminded herself.

[lyric valente ,]

lyric valente,

Wow, this girl was...rude. Very very fucking rude, and Lyric wasn't having a good day herself. But she was still being the sweetheart she was. "Sorry." Lyric quickly muttered, afraid of the look of anger on Angel's face. What was she playing at? Lyric meant nothing bad. Nothing. "Oh I will." Lyric replied sweetly. This girl was so full of herself, that it kind of made Lyric want to puke. She had a classic slut look, yet she was acting as if she was Massie Block. That was just plain wrong. But then again, sluts are known as the heartbreakers, and from what Lyric heard, they were a bunch of bitches too.

Lyric spotted a head of brownish-black hair and smiled. Alicia Rivera. She was real nice, and not as bitchy as Angel. "Hey Alicia." Lyric grinned. The girl was sweet, Lyric looked up to her. She watched as Angel flashed Alicia a look that most definitely did not spell out 'Hi! What's up?'. She knew the heartbreakers hated the Pretty Committee, and vice versa, but it still surprised her. "Hey, are you okay?" Lyric heard Alicia's sweet voice. "Yeah, I'm fine. Like the song, sticks and stones can break my bones, but words will never hurt me." Lyric smiled. It was true really, she didn't care if a slut thought she was an annoying girl, because as long as she loved herself, she was fine with it.

[angel hazelton!]

--- Angel reached deep into her pink designer shoulder bag, which she used as a back pack. She listened as Alicia responded with a simple nice that was packed with a tone of attitude and resent. Angel glared over at Alicia, not saying anything more. Angel could be a bitch sometimes, but she was definitely not as assertive as Bailey. She thought for a moment, if Bailey were here she would so put these girls in their places. Angel contemplated confronting the girls once more to tell them to back off, but she decided not to. She was a lot more shy and didn't have enough confidence really to just go up to them and confront them. Besides, Alicia had lots of power in the school, and she didn't want to do anything stupid and then create social problems for herself. Instead she continued to stand by her locker and merely rolled her eyes at them.

--- Her fingers traced over her cell phone, looking through her text messages. Where were her friends anyway? Again, she felt like a whole piece of her was missing without them. She wasn't as confident without them by her side. She continued to lean up against her locker, sending out texts to make herself look busy and not like she was alone.

[alicia rivera]

Alicia ♥

Alicia, amused by this whole situation, smiled at Lyric. There was Lyric, sweet and smart, and then there was Angel, skanky and kind of bitchy, and it was so hilarious to her that they were the ones that bumped into each other. She was kind of pleased that Lyric didn't make a big scene about it. If Massie had been here, there definatly would have been a scene. She giggled lightly at what Lyric said. "Yeah, well, they can sting." Alicia laughed, knowing that her words had hurt people before her, and word had hurt her as well. It mostly just mattered who was saying it. Looking back at Angel, who was playing on her phone, Alicia rolled her eyes. "Oh god." She said simply. She wasn't suprised that Angel disliked her, she had never been friendly to her, or any other of the Heartbreakers, espescially Miranda. Out of all of them, Alicia minded Angel the least, because she seemed kind of quiet, and maybe somewhat tolerable. "I probably shouldn't be talking. I'm always bitchy in the morning." She laughed again. Alicia was nice most of the time, but she hated mornings. Looking Lyric over, she smiled again. The only the they really had in common was Olivia. Well, Alicia liked to read too, but there was no way she was telling anyone that. "How's...Olivia?" She questioned. She hadn't talked to her bubbly blond friend in a long time, mostly because they didn't have much to talk about anymore. They used to be so close, back in middle school, but then Olivia started to hate Massie, and eventually, Alicia and Olivia drifted apart. She had other best friends now, the rest fo her clique.