Okay, so this idea popped in my head one night while I couldn't sleep. Not sure if I'll finish it. Reviews and constructive criticism is loved. :)

"Gross Angie, that's just gross!" a petite little blond girl exclaimed, wrinkling her little nose up in disgust. The girl named Angie simply smirked.

"Oh Maria, you silly little biased girl. You dress up that boy in nice clothes and he's a joy to look at. If you weren't so stupid, you'd probably squirm when he walked by."

Maria's lip stuck out in a pout. She said nothing about how insulted she felt, because she was used to Angie's typical meanness. There were no other words for it, Angie was bitch. But she was rich bitch, and being a social climber, Maria felt forced to hang out with her to achieve the popularity she so much desired. Everyone hung around Angie at least once. She threw the best parties in town, and had some wacky ideas. She was also built perfectly, her hair was a shining copper color and her eyes were the lightest shade of brown, almost gold. Only one other girl in the school compared to her, and that was Cherry Valance. Angie envied her. She hated Cherry for being prettier than her, and often busied herself with plans to embarrass the girl, ones that she hardly followed through.

"I just don't see how a girl like you could have a crush on a greaser…" Maria said, contradicting her thoughts. Maria was pretty sure Angie would fit in quite well with the rough, mean greaser girls. It made sense for her to like greasers. They were dirt, and if she weren't rich and pretty, she'd be as hated as they were.

They had reached the corner of the street where the two parted ways. Maria didn't live so far from Angie, neither of them lived so far from the school. They walked home together often.

"Well Marie, don't worry your slow little brain about it. I have much to attend to, I will probably not be at school tomorrow."

Then she left, leaving Maria stunned and speechless. She scurried off before evil Angie could say something mean to her again.

Angie was in high spirits. All of the materials needed to enact her grand plan were in place as of today. Tonight would be the night that she did what she had so long wanted to do.

On the porch of her tall, majestic home was a package. Angie cackled as she tore the box open. Six needles filled with liquid were wrapped in several layers of thin paper. She took one and pressed on it ever so slightly, watching with adoration as one little drop oozed out. She tossed it back into the box and squealed with excitement as she scooped it up in her skinny arms and headed straight to the basement.

Her parents were pretty much never home. They hated their little imp of a daughter, and often went on 'business trips' to get away from her. If they were home, they avoided her at all costs, even if this meant handing her a two hundred dollar bill and not even asking what she was going to spend it on. They despised her that much.

This week they were absent, spending a week in the tropical sanctuary of Hawaii.

Angie walked around her basement, which she'd converted with ease into a torture room. It had already been creepy as hell – no need to add spiders or paint the walls. All she'd needed was shackles. They were hammered into the brick wall, about ten sets aligned the right wall. She wouldn't have used them all, but they came in bulk, and she couldn't waste the others, besides, they looked good dangling there.

She sighed with content, placing her hands on her hips. She only needed to put a few more things in order, and then she would be fully prepared for the night that awaited.

She went upstairs to the phone and called a football player she had once given a cooler full of booze to. He owed her, and if he wouldn't comply, she would tell his parents and the principle. You can't lose your scholarship can you?

He would assist her using his great physical condition, muscles and all, to her advantage. I can't tell you what though, because that would just ruin the story.

Then she prettied up. Of course, she wanted to look absolutely gorgeous when it happened. She curled her hair, applied mascara and red lipstick.

"I look sexable." She said in praise of the girl that stared back at her through the mirror.

The football player arrived only to be dazzled by Angie. She was already pretty. Now that she had fixed up, she was downright gorgeous.

"You know Angie, I broke up with my girlfriend just a minute ago…"
"Shut it you sleazy bastard." She hissed, smacking away his hand. "You are only here to help me. You say a word about this to anyone and I'll slit your throat, you hear?"

He gulped nervously, squirming under her ferocious glare. She then bared her teeth in a menacing smile.

"You understand, good." She relaxed from her cat like stance. "I will be driving."

She eased off of the front porch and got in the vehicle, which was a rusted, cheap car she bought so she wouldn't stick out in the lower class neighborhood. The baffled boy took a moment to come to his senses. He knew he should get away from her, that there was something wrong with the girl, but he couldn't risk losing everything he had worked for. Besides, her word was better than his – she was richer. No one would believe him if he reported her.

"You can't be so slow when you're hauling him out here." She resumed once she had turned out of the neighborhood.

"What? Who?" the boy began to panic.

"The boy, stupid!"

"You're going to kill him?"

"Are you kidding me? Why would I kill him?" The girl's anger left her face and a serene expression took it. Her lips curved upwards.

The football boy, Gary, said nothing. He only worried what his mom would think of him being out so late on a school night. He had been told to arrive at one in the morning, but because of complications, he'd gotten there around two. Had his parents found he was gone yet?

The car halted to a stop. Gary felt something slap his cheek, and looked over, startled, to see an annoyed Angie. He pressed his cold, shaking fingers to the spot. It stung.

"You stand by the door, if any comes, you use this." She handed him two needles. He wanted to ask what they were, more precisely, what they held, but was too afraid to. He only nodded and followed as she proceeded like a slithering snake into the house.

They never lock their door, she knew this. She would only have to get past all the other sleepers. It would be a hard task, carrying an unconscious boy out without being heard, but she was sure she could do it. Besides, she wouldn't be doing the carrying.

She crept into the living room.

"You keep as quiet as a mouse and don't do a damn thing until I say so." She whispered to the boy, who hesitated by the door. He froze and sucked in a quick breath. He was too afraid to even breathe.

She saw another boy lying beside him once she had reached the cluttered bedroom. It was his little brother, she realized. The one who was a freshman at her high school. How would she get past him?

Angie went over and carefully reached for the older boy's wrist. She whipped out a needle and shoved it back in her pocket once she was finished with it. She noticed with angry astonishment that the other boy had somehow woken in the process.

"Its mommy," she said in a sweet, soft whisper. "Go back to sleep." She could be so deceiving, that Angie.
It should've woken him up, her saying that. His mom had been dead for a few months now, but instead it soothed him into a deeper slumber. It was easy for him to pretend that the past was all a horrible dream, that he would wake up and see his mother again.

Angie stood back to observe the scene. There was no way to take one without waking the other, so without wasting anymore time, she grabbed the younger one's wrist and injected the liquid. Two down, one to go.

He was at the end of the hallway, so he couldn't be a problem. Angie tiptoed back to the living room, where Gary still stood rigidly by the door.

"Take both of them out to the car, the first bedroom." She added when he held his hands up in confusion. Angie would've left the younger boy there because he wasn't the target, but the drug she had used would be easy to detect. The affected boy would be rushed to the hospital when he didn't wake, and the hospital would find that Angie had ordered the same drug a week prior to the incident. They would search her house and find that she had a prisoner in her basement. That couldn't happen.

It went fine at first. By the time the second one had been transported though, something went wrong. A floorboard creaked. The oldest one wasn't exactly a heavy sleeper. Angie heard him stirring as Gary struggled to get out the door.

They could not get away in time. He was heading towards the living room where Angie stood. There could not be a witness. Angie withdrew another needle from her pocket and hid it behind her back. Her mind was quick, her fingers were nimble, and her intellect was astounding for someone of her age. She mussed her hair and blinked until her fake tears came out. By that time, the oldest had arrived, and he was staring at her, dazed and confused.

"Sir, where am I? My boyfriend got me drunk and…I just turned up outside of this house I thought…"

As she had expected, he drew nearer to her. He was going to check her over for bruises or scrapes, and as his eyes scanned her, she pulled out the needle, grabbed his wrist and struck it all in one quick unbroken motion. Once she had injected the liquid, she stuffed the third empty needle in her back pocket.

Being brawny, he struggled for quite a bit, but the drug was too powerful. He finally collapsed onto the floor with a thud. Angie smirked.

Gary appeared, poking his head in inquisitively.

"Take him, I'll help you."

He was quite heavy. Even a football player struggled with him. Nonetheless, he was thrown in the backseat with the others.

"Now, all you need to do is help me strap them up. Then you're done, and you can go home, and we'll never speak again."

The befuddled football player accepted.

"What are you going to do with them?"

"Oh I won't kill them, I assure you of that."

He didn't inquire any further. He was sure he didn't want to know what those poor greasers were about to go through.