Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana. I do own the idea.
Chapter One: Meet the Misfits
"Hey, did you hear?"
I looked at the boy in front of me, and took in his malicious grin. Must be good news. He had a rather large brown Mohawk and light blonde tips at the end. His face was garnished with several piercing including two eyebrow, nose, and snakebites. His shirt was a black band tee, the Sex Pistols, and black faded pants. I couldn't see his shoes from where I was sitting but I knew they were white converses, specially made to look like boots.
"Hear what?" I asked right back.
"There's supposed to be new meat here tomorrow…"
"New meat, huh? Sounds appetizing." I felt my mouth slide into a smirk.
After school, I made my way outside, going over the landscape. There were a couple of teens leaning against the broken down cars area, most of whom were smoking. Yea, broken down cars at a high school. It's pretty bad here. The weather's bad. Most kids are bad. Hell, the teachers are bad. Two got arrested today. Sexual harassment for one, assault for the other. The building itself was shit. About to fall apart, and most of the campus was outside anyways. It was extremely easy to skip. I would know.
"Miles!"
I turned to see Oliver, the guy with the Mohawk from earlier.
"Hey…any news on the meat?" Oliver was an office aid, which meant he could dig up any information on anyone in the school.
"Sure do. Female. Honor student. Goody two-shoes. Name, you ask? Lily Truscott."
"Lily…" I tried the name, and felt it roll easily off my tongue. I smiled at this.
"Hey, you can have her. I don't feel like corrupting her…like that, anyways.." It was common news that I was a lesbian. So nothing new there.
"Yea, well, we still have to get a hold of her before the bitches do." I tilted my head a bit to signal that I was pointing behind me. Oliver nodded knowingly. I was talking about the two most popular girls in the school. The co-head cheerleaders. The sluts who will give any guy a blowjob. The manipulators…
Amber and Ashley.