Waverly Owls should not have multiple identities.

Brett Messerschmidt sat in the outside gazebo, collecting her thoughts as the sun started to peek over the horizon. She couldn't sleep, so she gathered up a fleece blanket and threw it over her black BCBG sweater dress that she wore over red leggings. The air outside was chilly, since it was nearing the fall season, and everything was peaceful considering classes didn't begin for two hours or so.

Gazing at the pretty flowers around her, Brett began thinking of the dinner party of the night before. Those new girls weren't all that bad. They seemed likeable. At least more than Tinsley and Callie were. The first day Brett had met them, they had snickered over her red hair and how she thought she was a 'hipster' of some sort. Soon, they figured out that the hair matched her personality, fire-y and original, and just like that, she was accepted. But these girls, they had given her a chance the first time they met her. She liked them.

The redhead, Dylan, was one that she was especially fond of. She ate carelessly, was hilarious, and seemed to be on Brett's same wave length.

Suddenly, Brett heard the crunching of leaves. She looked up and saw that boy standing towards the entrance of the gazebo. She quickly lowered her head. He could not notice her. At dinner, she had taken major precautions so that he didn't see who she was. She couldn't stand the fact that the boy whose heart she had broken once upon a time was right back in her life. Chris Plovert, the one part of New Jersey she had been reluctant to leave behind, was back.

She smiled up at him, praying to anybody listening that he wouldn't recognize her.

"Hey, isn't it pretty early to be out here all alone?" He said, with that hint of a Jersey accent.

"I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself," she retorted. Chris had always been the protective type.

"Oh, I can see that. Just wanted to keep you company, you know. Pretty girls should never be left alone." He gave her that grin that had made her fall head over heels about four years ago. She tried to ignore the feelings it brewed in her stomach, but that was almost impossible to do. How do you ignore a tingling coursing through your whole body?

She shivered as the feeling passed through, like an electric current.

"Are you cold?" He started taking off his leather jacket.

"No, no… I have to go…" She smiled at him shortly and gathered her blanket and began to move away.

He reached out and grabbed her hand, confusion storming in his eyes. She turned towards him and tried to avoid those eyes that seemed to be searching hers for answers.

"I didn't get your name…" he said softly.

Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh… She couldn't give him her name. He would automatically know!

"Um, Blaire Masterson, but everyone calls me B." She despised lying, but this was just a white lie, to save them both the hurt. How she was going to follow through with 'B', she didn't know, but she'd figure out a way.

He nodded happily, and let her go. She gave him a smile and a small wave and left the gazebo without turning back. All she could think as she went back to her dorm was 'What am I getting myself into?'

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Waverly Owls Use What They Were Born With, Especially The Parts That Help Them Win A Bet

This is not going to end well, I just know it.

We're both in the courtyard, hidden in the shadows and away from the prospective people. And by prospective people, I mean someone who I have to seduce to prove to Heath Ferro that I'm not a "high-strung, shopping-obsessed, prude". Damn him and my pride! The boys who can see me are leering as they stare at that stupid body part that got me into this Heath-mess. I refrain from crossing my arms over my chest, a habit I'm trying to break. Who knows? Maybe I'll need those troublesome, puberty-inspired balloons.

Heath nudged me from my musings, bringing me back to the awful reality of the contest. "So, Alicia dear, are you ready to give up? Because we're wasting time just watching. This kind of gorgeous wasn't meant for shadows." He grinned cockily as he struck a pose and I rolled my eyes at him. Really? Does he truly think he's the shit of the school? Because trust me, I've seen a lot cooler people, i.e. me.

I shoved him harshly, and watched in satisfaction as he stumbled slightly from the unexpected assault. "Trust me, H, I'm winning this contest."

"Well then, go out there and prove it."

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the possible rejection. I've never done anything like this. My last experience with a boy? Josh Hotz, aka the boy who wasn't fully over Claire Lyons. When he finally did get over her, and wanted a relationship, it's not like we ever did anything. We kissed once, and that was sloppy, much too wet, and quite frankly, disgusting.

Whoever I have to kiss (because apparently that's the only to prove that someone is seduced) better have some better technique. Because I swear, with all this stress, not to mention Massie's late night plotting to bring down Tinsley and Callie, I would throw up in his mouth.

And that's not the best reputation to start off with at Waverly.

I strutted around the walkway, seeing boys staring lustfully (great…) after me and assessed my choices. There was that boy with really dark hair (no, too much like Josh), a boy with the loveliest green eyes in existence (no, too much like stupid Harris), and a tall boy with dark gold hair and a guitar strap wrapped around his swimmer frame.

Oh. He'll do.

I turned up the full charm of myself and walked with a confident and easy smile towards him. His friend, a slightly smaller kid with short, wavy black hair and a tanned complexion, nudged him wildly, trying to make him see that I was coming towards them. The blond looked at me briefly, and I noticed his startling blue eyes. He looked back to his friend, who gave him an evil smirk and laughed, walking away and leaving him alone. The boy looked back towards me, seeming slightly nervous, and I grinned at him.

I finally reached him, and smiled even wider. "Hey," I said breathily. As I looked into his eyes, I noticed there was more than just blue. There was green, grey, and even some yellow. I really knew how to pick 'em. In studying his eyes, I almost missed his response.

"Hey, I'm Cesar. Very nice to meet you." Cesar grinned rakishly at me, in a very Clark-Gable-esque way. He tugged on his guitar strap and jumped a bit in place, seeming hyper beyond belief. Well, that might get annoying later on.

"Alicia," I told him with a giggle. "So, you play guitar, I see. Are you good?" I teased slightly, actually wanting to see if he can play. Maybe he can serenade me if I ever need a laugh…

"Oh I'm very good." He beamed and quickly grabbed his guitar from his pack. As he did this, I looked around. I saw the boy he was with making out with this equally diminutive black-haired girl (god, they need a room) and then spied Heath lounging on the grass. He had taken off his shirt (holy chizz, who knew assholes could look that good under their shirts? NO. This is a lie. They look flabby and pale and are overall icky.) with a bunch of girls prattling around him. Heath winked sardonically at me when he caught me looking and I quickly looked away.

Damn him and his nicely tanned chest.

I turned back to Cesar who had finally gotten his guitar out and was beginning to tune it. I'd had some mild musical training with dancing and all so I smiled happily when I heard the tuned guitar. I frowned as soon as he started playing.

He was playing Dani California by the Red Hot Chili Peppers and despite the perfect purple guitar, his playing, simply put, sucked. My eyes were widened in shock as he played horrendously, and my mouth dropped open in horror when he began to belt out lyrics. His singing could probably give his guitar-playing a run for its money in the "What can make Alicia's ears bleed fastest?" contest. Thankfully, he was concentrated on the guitar and wasn't noticing me and my reactions. As soon as he finished the most traumatizing musical experience in my life, he looked up and I composed my face into one of intense interest and admiration.

I shouldn't make the poor boy feel too bad. I'm only using him to beat Heath, anyways.

"Well," he said sheepishly. Maybe this whole thing was an elaborate joke and he could play? "It sounds better with my band. Just one person sounds kinda lame." Apparently not.

"No!" I nearly shouted, my features taking a look of false shock. "That was beautiful! Magical even!"

"Really? I could play again if you want…" Cesar's fingers poised above the guitar, preparing to make me go deaf again.

I grabbed the guitar, wrestling it away from him. Those fingers are evil, must remember that. "NO! That's okay. Save your energy. I'd like to hear you and your band sometime. I'm sure it would be very exciting." My voice lowered and I trailed a finger along his arm, smirking in satisfaction when I saw goose bumps appear. I moved my head close to his ear, to whisper the next part. "In fact, I have a better use for that extra energy…" I trailed off, my voice puffing warm air around his ear, letting me feel more goose bumps along his arm.

It's go-time now; he either kisses me, or rejects me. And I hope, to all that is holy and right with the world, that he kisses me back.

My face moved away from his ear and towards his mouth, kissing the corner softly. I pulled away slightly, and sighed in relief when I felt his arms wrap around my hips and bring me back in, my eyes closing involuntarily. Cesar kissed me properly, and it, surprisingly, wasn't as bad as Josh's. Yes, it was creepily enthusiastic (and I was surprised he even wanted to when he barely knew me), but I was fine with it. I opened one of my eyes, and sought out Heath. His harem had left, but his shirt was still off. He was propped up on one arm, watching me with a slightly angry expression. Yes, H, I win.

I drew away from Cesar's lips, feeling slightly empty. How weird. Normally I feel at least some… sated feeling. Now, I just feel like this is all part of a game. Well, it kind of is. I moved even farther back and saw him with the excess of my red gloss on his lips. I kissed his cheek softly, and said, "I've got to go. See you around."

I felt a slight… guilt in doing this. But, I'm sure he'll understand. He barely knew me, anyways. I crossed the yard over to Heath's perch. I smiled smugly at him. Even with the guilt raking up inside of me, I can still get immense pleasure from rubbing it into Heath's face.

"See, Heath, I am not a prude. And can easily attract guys." I smiled even wider in victory, the thrill more than anything I felt while making out with Cesar.

He scoffed, standing up and putting his shirt back on. Thank God. "You attracted one guy. This competition is far from over. After all, tomorrow is another day." He smiled smugly at my shocked face and started walking away. I was left dumbstruck at his Gone With the Wind quote and the whole phrase itself.

This really isn't going to end well.

I really enjoy using real people in stories. I get to do whatever I want with them :)

Anyways, hope you like the almost tease-like part for Brett/Plovert and Alicia's first task. The slutty contest is going to be beyond fun to write :D

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