It's been a ridiculously long time since I last posted a multi-chapter fic... like, a year.

Whoa.

Anyway, here it is :)

Welcome to Windsor Academy.

Just the name seems to whisper "better than you" from its world-renowned endowments and ivy-covered dormitories. Maybe its because that every person to walk through its polished halls has matriculated to Ivies such as Harvard, Yale, and Princeton. Or perhaps it's due to its alumni list, which boasts of some of the world's wealthiest men and women- politicians sitting in the President's cabinet, Oscar-winners, Nobel Prize-recipients, and the like.

Or maybe its just the scandal.

Meet the A-list.

the queen bee

Crisp navy blazer. White and emerald plaid skirt. Choker of freshwater pearls. Time to flaunt. Prada stilettos resound like gunshots against the marble floor as she walks- nay, struts- like a model to her next class.

Perfection, say hello to Kristen Gregory, whose 4.0 GPA, more designer clothes than Saks Fifth Avenue, and drool-worthy boyfriend are merely the tip of the iceberg. How about those few hundreds of thousands of dollars her lovely little Mastercards or a face that even Vogue models would grow green with envy for? Or her Hollywood-glamorous half-siblings, Claire and Todd Lyons? Or the fact that just about every Ivy League in the country is practically begging for her to join? She's living on Cloud Nine, so why does that nerdy social pariah Chris Plovert make her want to rethink things? Mark the time and day, the ice queen has just officially melted.

the it girl

Lazy smirk and mischievous eyes grace her ethereal features as she yawns and languidly stretches, her tangled gold hair rippling down her back like a waterfall. Lustful eyes travel eagerly across her lithe frame as she playfully blows her admirers a kiss and saunters out of the room.

She's that girl. The one you swore you saw on strutting down the Chanel runway during Fashion Week in Paris- or was she the mysterious lover of that hot new actor you saw on Page Six of US Weekly? Probably both. The one who was kissing boys when you thought they had cooties and makes every girl in the room take a hit on their self-esteem. Serena van der Woodsen's got nothing on Claire Lyons. She's the uncontested wild child of Windsor Academy, so with equally notorious best friends beside her and admission to Brown locked up, there's nothing stopping her from turning life at Windsor into one hell of a party.

the devil incarnate

Perfecting her innocent smile, she smooths her flaxen hair and adjusts the straps of her cream-colored lace bra. Placing a chaste kiss on the sleeping boy's stubble-free cheek, she skips away, ready to inform the unfortunate girlfriend that she just fucked the girl's boyfriend of three years.

The 'innocent one'? Please. Black is the new white and Olivia Ryan knows that better than anyone. With her sugary blonde hair and soulful cerulean eyes, who would suspect her of cheating on her adoring boyfriend with the majority of the male population at Windsor, cheating on exams, or making her personal goal in life to make yours miserable? She floats under the radar of adults and her gullible boyfriend, and nothing can change that. But will her picture-perfect world come tumbling down on top of her when everything she's ever done comes back to haunt her? Better watch your back....

the drama parasite

Paint-splattered nails fly across the keys, wicked smile in place. She raises her navy and white LG chocolate to eye level and snaps the picture. Oh my, my, my, those two should have hidden their clandestine affair better. Clicking the send button with a hint of satisfaction, she smirks and let the drama unfold.

Gossip Girl can kiss Massie Block's True Religions-clad ass. If her ever-present smirk and amber eyes that just scream I-know-something-that-could-turn-you-into-a-social-pariah-in-less-than-thirty-seconds isn't enough to make you nervous, the LG chocolate in her hand that holds the power to make or break (usually break) your reputation should. Don't let her thoughtful, considerate voice fool you when you cry over your boyfriend's affair with your best friend. She's got enough dirt on everyone to blackmail the president himself, so tread carefully in her waters- or you might just drown.

the selfless saint

Nervous eyes dart around the crowded room. Spilled beer. People who are definitely not dating slinking away into rooms together. Drunken kisses. Hands tightening on the cup of water (is it even water?) in her hands, she shies back toward the edge of the wall, waiting for the opportune moment to escape.

She's still holding onto her precious 'flower' for dear life, so boys know better than trying to get in her pants, no matter how undeniably beautiful she is. With button-downs that are buttoned up just a bit too high and skirts that leave too much to the imagination, it's a wonder that someone so... (plain? boring? prudish? all of the above?) like Nikki Dalton managed to snag the attention and friendship of the notoriously exclusive Kemp Hurley. But even the most sheltered girls have a wild side, and she's prepared to take Senior Year by storm.

the tall, dark, and handsome

Exhaling a puff of smoke, he dangles his freshly lit, French-imported cigarette between his perfect, GQ-worthy lips. Leaning against the wall nonchalantly, his half-closed eyes flicker to his Rolex, oblivious of the stares and giggles from his fan club standing just a few feet away.

If Kemp Hurley even glances your way, you're probably either a world-famous model or have a huge tumor growing on your face. What do expect by a guy who runs around with the likes of Claire Lyons and Nikki Dalton and whose Dad practically owns a Playboy mansion? Stunningly handsome, dark, and broody, he's the definition of sexy. Sebastian Valmont would be proud of those cocky half-smiles and smoldering eyes. Hearing one word in that velvety voice is enough to devote your entire Myspace page to him- but didn't Sirens always lead sailors to their demise?

the big man on campus

Juggling a soccer ball on his knee, his deep laugh resounds through the hallway, one taut, muscular arm slung over his model-worthy girlfriend's thin shoulders. Dirty blonde hair waves fall into his playful chocolate brown eyes and he runs a hand through them, smirking at the knowledge that everything in the perimeter with two X-chromosomes has gone weak in the knee.

He's the Troy Bolton, the John Tucker, the Austin Ames of Windsor- times a hundred. Hot as hell- given. The definition of A-list- given. Completely taken- given. But Derrick Harrington can only stay with one girl for so long. And the beautiful and daring Claire Lyons has grabbed his attention. Too bad he's already practically engaged to the Gabriella to his Troy, the Kate to his John, the Sam to his Austin in the form of Kristen Gregory. And too bad Claire Lyons has decided that she "doesn't do commitment". Psh. As if that'll stop him from trying.

the unattainable

They sigh longingly as he walks by, making sure to keep their whispers low as not be caught. Sparkling cobalt eyes, tousled red hair just begging to touched, visible muscles underneath his Ralph Lauren polo- girls, eat your heart out.

Move over Chace Crawford, Todd Lyons has arrived. He's got the looks, the brains (um, hello, early acceptance to Oxford University?), soccer skills that put David Beckham to shame- and no girlfriend. Kristen Gregory is super protective of her beloved half-brother after a certain incident that included Skye Hamilton, an ugly breakup, and an attempt to jump of the Chemistry Building- and will not let anyone (namely, the majority of the girls in the school who lust after him) even come near him. So this untouchable hottie is completely single- until a certain newbie has caught his eye.

the sweetheart

Bouquet of 28 long-stemmed black roses- one for every month they've been dating- balanced in one hand, and a mixtape in the other- featuring every song of importance (their first dance, their anniversary song, "their song", the song when he first told her loved her, etc.), he stood in the hallway outside his girlfriend's dorm, hoping that the moans in her room were coming from her room mate.

He makes Brandon Buchanan look like Chuck Bass- minus the sexual orientation confusion. Sweeter than a 12-pound velvet chocolate mousse cake sprinkled with Splenda, Cam Fisher is the epitome of the devoted, adorable boyfriend every girl hopes for. Too bad all that charm and obvious love is wasted on Olivia Ryan. He's blind to the sexcapades of his seemingly angelic girlfriend and oblivious to the Nikki Dalton's die-hard school-girl crush on him.

the exchange student

He balances his coveted lacrosse stick in one hand while expertly throwing and catching the ball and sending a sexy wink to the unsuspecting underclassman who immediately drops her AP French textbooks sprawling across the floor. Leaning casually on the row of lockers, his dark eyes sparkle with mischief as he jokes around with the rest of the Varsity team.

If his last name isn't enough, that seductive Spanish accent of his will get every girl on her knees. Notorious bad boy Josh Hotz has the record any highschool truant would be proud of- he's been kicked out of four schools both in and outside the US and currently holds the status of "the hottie exchange student from Barcelona". Just because Massie Block has already staked her claim on him doesn't mean he's ready to settle for less. He's prepared to charm a certain Nikki Dalton off her "never-been-in-heels"-feet. So what if she's completely smitten by that homo loser, Cam Fisher? He's never turned down a challenge before...

Enter...

the new girl

Slipping lime-tinted aviators to cover her striking jade eyes, she quickly surveys the scene, mentally noting and categorizing everyone she sees. Her flowy BCBG strapless dress in "snow white" and matching low-heeled mules simply scream inexperience. Boarding school never seemed like a worse idea.

It's not easy being the girl who switches schools more often than Olivia Ryan's flavor of the week (Or was it day? Or hour, more likely) to keep up with her mother's spontaneous "change-of-scenery". Being the new girl in town isn't exactly Dylan Marvil's forte, but Windsor Academy is possibly the worst she's ever faced. Where old money and status mean everything, just being the daughter of famed talk show host Merri-Lee Marvil is not going to cut it. And getting mixed up with the likes of Todd Lyons and thereby cementing her a place on Kristen Gregory's hit list? She can kiss any chance of blending in like a sheep goodbye.

I'm a bit rusty but... whaddaya think?

Review, please :)