BELLCLAIR ACADEMY HIGH

8: 03 AM

Randy, Trish and Mickie pulled up to the senior lot in Randy's BMW. Trish tried her hardest to get out of the house before Mickie noticed, but she failed miserably thanks to their mothers. Trish was sprinting out of the door as soon as she got Randy's "I'm outside," text, when Mickie's mom called out to her from the living room.

"Mickie! Trish is leaving!" Tara said, lowering her People magazine.

"No running in the house, Patricia" her mother said without turning around to see her daughter. The two Mom's were sitting in the living room watching The Today Show on the 60" flatscreen. Trish sighed heavily as she shut the door. She observed herself in the mirror for a few minutes, waiting for Mickie to finish her breakfast. While Trish was used to a highly nutritious breakfast of an egg-white omelet, grapes, and vitamins, Mickie clobbered down on super sugary Fruity Pebbles. Trish rolled her eyes every morning when she saw her pour that cereal. She wished the guesthouse had its own kitchen.

"Randy is waiting outside mom," Trish said placing her hand on her hip.

"Randy…." Her mom said.

"Orton."

"OH!" her mother said finally looking back at Trish. "What's going on with you too?"

Trish ignored her mother's question.

"Well…tell him to tell his mother hello."

"Will do."

"LETS GO MICKIE" Trish yelled. When she heard footsteps approaching, she turned to leave the house.

"Later Mommy!" she called out.

It felt so warm in Randy's car compared to the chilly air outside.

"Hey you" he said pulling her close for a hug.

"Hi" Trish said quietly. She breathed in deeply. She wanted to stay there always.

"Wait, Mickie's coming?" he asked. Trish's head popped up. She saw Mickie approaching Randy's car. She had a confused look on her face, like she didn't see this coming. Trish rolled her eyes at the faded white jeans and tie die cami Mickie had on. To top it all off she had on a Carolina Pathers fleece zip-up over it.

"Yes…." Trish said in a dull voice. "My Mom won't let me leave her."

Mickie entered the car to silence. "Hey..Randy" she said.

"Hey," he replied quickly. There was now too much tension in the car so he turned up the radio really loud. Trish bobbed her head to the music the whole time, while furiously texting on her iPhone. Probably ranting to the Divas, Mickie thought.

"HEY!" Mickie yelled over the music. "HEY!" Randy turned it down and looked at her in the rear-view mirror.

"YES?" Trish asked dryly.

"It was really loud back here…that's all." Mickie commented.

"Sorry," Randy said.

"So…" Mickie began. Trish rolled her eyes in the front seat. Why was she speaking at all? "When's your next game Randy?"

"Uh…this Friday" he said.

"Cool," she said. "I love football. Used to cheer at my high school back in Carolina." Trish snorted. She remembered when her mother told her that Mickie was a cheerleader thinking that it would make them bond. Little did her mother know that there are two types of cheerleaders. She even YouTubed Mickies school to see her squad in competitions. They never placed EVER. Mickie, however did not know that Trish used to cheer.

"You know Mickie..." Trish began "Bellclair's Cheerleading Team is having tryouts this week."

"Yeah, you should try out. Meet more people" Randy said thinking that Trish was being nice by making that suggestion.

"Oh…I don't know…" Mickie said.

"Give it a shot, you never know until you try" Trish said. Mickie felt uneasy, why was Trish being nice to her? She figured it must have been because of Randy being there. She probably didn't want him to see that side of her. Mickie stared out of the window for the rest of the ride, thinking she just might try out for cheerleading. She needed something to do to get her away from the Divas all the time.

BELLCLAIR ACADEMY HIGH

SENIOR HALLWAY

8: 21 AM

Trish and Randy had walked down the Senior hall closely together. People turned and watched. She knew exactly what they were talking about. Everyone noticed them, together. When she got to her locker, Randy gave her a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. She smiled as he ran off to meet John.

"YOU BETCH!" Candice said hugging her from behind. Trish laughed. "So the date went well?"

"Yes" Trish said pulling her red notebook and two textbooks from her locker and slipping it into her Longchamp bag.

"Um…there's something you should know," Candice began looking down at her nude platform heels. "It's about Torrie." Trish sighed as she dug in her bag for her MAC lipglass. What now with Torrie, she thought. "She's mad at you…"

Trish rolled her eyes. "What now?"

"No, she's really mad at you. She wouldn't even say. Said you fucked her over" Trish's eyebrows rose. She thought of the events from this weekend, how Torrie snapped at her, she didn't know what she did wrong.

"Where's Stacy?" Trish asked, changing the subject.

Candice shrugged. "Have you heard from her?"

Trish shook her head as she dug out her phone and dialed Stacy. "WHERE ARE YOU?" she said as soon as she answered. Stacy sounded sick.

"Not coming today…" she said.

"Are you ok?" Trish asked. The phone was silent for a few moments.

"No…."

"What happened honey?" Trish asked. She glanced down at her Michael Kors watch; it was almost time for class. She waved at Candice and headed down the hall.

"Andrew and I are done" she said. Her tiny voice sounded empty. Trish sighed but she was slightly grateful that toxic relationship was over.

"I'm sorry love," Trish said now standing outside the door of her classroom. "I gotta go though, class is starting. I can come over later?"

"Okay. Bye" Stacy said.

BELLCLAIR ACADEMY HIGH

THE CAFE

12: 37 PM

Trish was nervous for lunchtime. She knew she would have to see Torrie. She thanked God that she would have Candice as a buffer.

"Hola," Candice said as Trish approached. Candice was sitting at the table alone flipping through her planner.

"Did I tell you about the cheer thing?" Trish asked. Hoping to explain her plan before Mickie arrived.

"No…" Candice trailed off while opening her bottle of Arizona Green Tea.

"They need our help." Trish said.

Candice laughed. "Of course they do"

"And Mickie used to cheer." Trish continued.

"Really?"

"I told her she should try out…"

"I see where you're going. Get revenge on that bitch for the stunt she pulled last night." Candice said now drizzling dressing on her salad.

"I'm glad we think alike." Trish said with a smile.

Just then, Torrie approached the table. She had a blank look on her face and plopped down next to Candice.

"Hey Torr," Trish said like nothing was wrong. Torrie focused on stirring her soup.

Trish sighed and looked at Candice for help.

"So…" Candice began. "Did ya hear about Stace?"

Torrie nodded. "I was gonna go over to see her today"

"So was I" Trish said. Torrie ignored her again. Trish sighed loudly.

"What the fuck did I do to you now Torrie?" Trish asked becoming impatient.

"You already now," She replied with attitude.

"If I did, why would I ask you?" Trish said right back. "I haven't talked to you since I dropped you off yesterday, so what could happen in the last 24 hours?"

"Well maybe you should go through your Facebook chats then…to refresh your memory," Torrie said placing the cap back on her soup. She picked it up and marched away. Trish wondered where she would eat her lunch. Surely, not alone, she was probably going to go to her car or something. Or drive home for a break. She lived only 5 minutes away.

"Facebook chats?" Candice asked. Trish looked at her confused. Then…something clicked AGAIN. She pulled out her iPhone and went to Facebook. She clicked on her messages and then she saw a conversation she never had.

"Ehmagawd," Trish said looking at Candice. "Come here…"

The two of them scrolled through a conversation from last night, when Trish was in the shower, getting ready for her date. Trish looked over at Candice with rage.

"This wasn't you," Candice said finally.

"NOPE." Trish said tossing her phone into her bag. This girl was trying to ruin her life.

"Mickie?" Candice asked. Trish nodded, putting her head in her hands. She started to breathe slowly to calm herself down. Her heart was racing so fast, she wanted to run through this school and beat the shit out of Mickie, but she had to remain calm. Torrie was her best friend since the 3rd grade. How dare she and how could Torrie believe that she said those things.

"We're sticking to our plan," Trish said, getting her phone again to call Torrie and tell her what happened. Candice nodded.

"She's coming over here," Candice whispered. Trish glanced over and saw Mickie approaching. Quickly she stood up and gathered her things. Candice did the same. Without even looking at her, they marched out of the Café, leaving her to sit alone in their booth. Trish was steaming but she needed to get to Torrie first.

Out in the parking lot, Torrie sat in her Land Rover, listening to the radio and eating her soup. Candice knocked on the window and she unlocked the door. When she saw Trish get into the backseat, she was not amused.

"IT WAS MICKIE LAST NIGHT ON MY LAPTOP" Trish said quickly before Torrie could speak. Torrie turned around to look at her. "I was in the shower getting ready for my date, she came into room before and starting talking to me, when I went into the bathroom, she got on my computer and said those things…"

Torrie sighed and shook her head. "It was so random,"

"Torrie, I have no feelings for John. I only do for Randy, you know that." Trish said.

"I do…I was just so upset from the weekend with John hitting on you…" she said.

"So now about that bitch Mickie," Candice said, folding her arms.

"I'm really sorry Torrie," Trish said reaching over to hug her friend. "I love you, girl."

"It wasn't your fault. It's her and now I'm so pissed that she tried to fuck with us." Torrie said. "Can't believe her..."

"So we have this plan…" Candice began.

"Cheerleading tryouts are on Wednesday, I have already spoken to their captains and accepted their request…" Trish said.

"You mean their begging" Candice said. Trish nodded.

"I told them no when they asked me to come help recruit Trish, why do you want to help them out?" Torrie asked. "I thought we were done."

"Because Mickie used to cheer and she's gonna try out" Trish said with a smile on her face. The Diva's looked at each other and knew what they were going to do.

BELLCLAIR ACADEMY HIGH

THE CAFE

12: 54 PM

Mickie didn't know why the Divas rushed out on her so quickly. They hadn't even said a word. As she sat down and unwrapped her tuna sandwich she decided she would try out for cheerleading. She needed friends, people to hang out with, so she wouldn't have to tag along with the Divas anymore and be insulted and ignored.

"Why are you sitting alone?" She looked up and saw Amy Dumas, from her art class. Mickie shrugged. "Where are the Dummies?" Amy asked referring to the Divas. She shrugged again.

"You can sit if you want," Mickie offered.

They sat and chatted awhile, as Mickie ate her sandwich. She was mostly tuning Amy out.

"Are you coming?" she asked.

"What?" Mickie said finally paying attention.

"To the party I might be having this weekend" Amy said opening her bag of Doritos.

"Oh…sure," Mickie said. She prayed she would be a cheerleader by then so she would actually have plans.

"Coolness." Amy said. A few minutes later, Mickie told Amy she had to go clean her locker. A lie, cause it was only the second week of school. She wanted to go see if she could talk to the cheerleading coach down in the gymnasium before her next class. She needed to make a change immediately.

BELLCLAIR ACADEMY HIGH

MR. BATISTA'S CLASSROOM

2:59 PM

Candice had her first paper due at the end of the week. Being the overachieving, perfectionist she was, she wanted to get an A+, so she went to visit her favorite professor. Before entering the classroom, she dug her compact out of her purse and inspected herself. Lipgloss? Check. Hair? Perfect. Boobs? Front and Center. She took a deep breath as she opened the door.

sat at his deck, grading papers. He looked up when he saw Candice leaning on his desk, giving him a devilsh smile. He quickly looked back down at his papers.

"Hi there," She said quietly.

"Candice, how can I help you?" He asked, flipping through his grade book. She laughed to herself as she watched his arm muscles in his button down shirt. He could help her in many ways.

"Well, the paper due this week. I wanted to get a better feel on what it was that you wanted…"

"I gave out the description of an assignment." He said refusing to make eye contact with her. She leaned down again so he could see directly down her shirt at her fabulous cleavage.

"Yes, I know but you see I have this idea and I just want to make sure I'm giving you what you want." He looked up and paused, staring at her boobs for a second. He cleared his throat.

"Well lets hear it," he said gesturing for her to take a seat. Candice went to sit down in a desk at the front row. She was going to show him that she wasn't some dumb Bellclair student, she could discuss English literature with the best of them.

"Well…" she began. "Since we are doing poetry, I wanted to write about the symbolism in one of my favorite poems by Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken"

He nodded. "You like Frost?"

She nodded, smiling brightly. "And Emerson and Thoreau"

"You have good taste, Candice."

"Yes I do…"

"I think it's a very…unique topic, one that you can do much with, especially if you contrast it amongst similar poems."

"Yes, right." Candice agreed. "If I have a draft to you by…Wednesday, could you give me some feedback?"

"You bring me an outline, I cannot give feedback on drafts that would give you an advantage over other students, Candice."

She shivered, she liked the way he said her name. He stood and began to gather his things "Oh…okay, well that is fine too."

"Anything else?" he asked.

"Um…." She began, looking at him up and down. He chuckled at her.

"Besides that,"

"Nope," she said getting up quickly. She saw him pull a post-it note out of his desk and scribble something on it.

"If you want to discuss the paper…or poetry more," he said reaching out to shake her hand. He left the classroom without a word. When he left, she opened the crumbled post it he placed in her hand and saw his number.

"YESSS," she whispered, dropping it into her LV Speedy. Done and Done.

STACY'S HOUSE

3:31PM

Trish and Torrie sat outside of Stacy's condo waiting for Candice arrive with Starbucks for everyone. They had never actually been inside her house before. Stacy had 3 younger siblings, two boys and a girl and was always leaving things early to take care of them or pick them up. She was also always with Andy 99.9% of the time. Maybe now that they broke up the Divas could see more of her after school.

"Do you know the apartment number?" Torrie asked Trish.

"Nope," Trish shook her head. "Her mom doesn't like guests…"

"Weird," Torrie said, watching as Candice parked in the space next to them.

"I have a surprise!" Candice yelled.

"Besides my Pumpkin Spice latte?" Trish laughed.

"No…this!" she said digging something out of her purse. She handed Torrie a purple post it note while she grabbed the Starbucks tray out of her car.

"Whose number is this?" Torrie asked. Candice grinned looking back and forth at her friends. They all began to walk into the building.

Trish looked at her. "NO IT ISNT"

".IS" Candice laughed.

"How?"

"It's to talk about my paper due on Friday," Candice said shrugging.

"AKA its good for anytime…anyplace" Torrie giggled.

The Divas approached the front desk, where visitors had to sign in.

"Hi, we're going to the Keibler apartment." Trish said.

"And you are?" The guard picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Stacy's best friends. Trish, Torrie and Candice." Trish said.

"Hello? Yes, Stacy? You're best friends are here. Shall I let them up?" he said. "What? Oh, alright." He hung up the phone. "She's coming down."

"What?" Candice said. "Why doesn't she want us up there?"

Trish shrugged. Why was she so secretive?

5 minutes later, Stacy emerged from the elevator. Wearing a Bellclair t-shirt and shorts. Her hair was pulled up in a bun; she had no makeup on and looked like she had been crying.

"Hey guys," she said quietly. "What brings you here?"

"Are you okay?" Trish asked giving her a hug. Stacy shook her head.

"We wanted to come out and chill with you," Candice said.

"No…that's okay. I was about to take a nap anyway before I go get Sam and Scott from soccer practice" Stacy said. The Divas looked at each other confused.

"," Candice said handing her a Starbucks cup. "We got you you're favorite"

"Thanks guys, I'm gonna go but thanks for coming."

"We love you sweetie," Torrie said giving her a hug. "You coming to school tomorrow?"

Stacy nodded as she slowly walked to the elevator.