A/N: Co-written with Sailor Lucinda

Ocean View Girls College

Prologue

In an environment like this, there's more to being queen bee than charisma and a nice smile.

Two long, supple legs slid out of the driver's side of the silver Lexus that had pulled up in the car park. It looked horridly out of place amongst the beat-up, rusted utes and circa 74' commodores, who's paint was flaking off, revealing their own shades of silver. A pair of designer Mary Jane's strutted from the car and onto the car park, crunching on leaves that had fallen from the dehydrated trees. It was summer, post-heatwave, but all the leaf litter suggested it could have easily been a chilly late-Autumn day. However, the searing heat dictated otherwise. The school yard, in all its vandalised and abused glory, was deserted in favour of cooler locations, like the library. In fact, the only time a majority of the school students entered the library was to escape the heat outside.

Michiru Kaioh raised her sunglasses on top of her wild hair, studying the school yard before her. The start to another school year- the last for Michiru, who was graduating at the end- and she was insanely enthusiastic.

It takes sex appeal, talent, intelligence, strength, coy…

It was reassuring and familiar, at the same time as it was embarrassing and pathetic, that the school yard, which had been given the full once-over during the summer break, had already been trashed, and the starting bell hadn't yet rung. The long expanse of grass that stretched across the land separating the main road from the school buildings was littered with remains from packaged, 'quick-fix' breakfasts, such as Red Bull cans and Mars Bar wrappers. Someone had taken the courtesy of spray painting their 'signature'- which was, to the naked eye, a mess of unintelligible letters slurred together- all across the school announcement board. And some poor unfortunate girl, Michiru observed, had already lost her school jacket, which had been unceremoniously thrown high into a leaf-less tree.

…and sex appeal.

Michiru took to strutting across the field of dried grass towards the school building, fully aware at how the strut flaunted her legs to the girls behind her as they arrived at school. She enjoyed the impact she had on them, and how they all flocked around her in desperate attempts to somehow gain access to the perfectly shaped stems. Before she knew it, Michiru was surrounded by a gaggle of girls, both from her grade and from those below, who chattered endlessly. She ignored most of what they said, but smiled along with them all, and laughed when she was prompted, much like a celebrity in a crowd of wannabe's.

Her arm slipped around another girl's torso, the girl's arm rested around her shoulders and they continued to walk, they fit together naturally like a jigsaw puzzle. Other girls tried to get closer, but the look in her eyes told them it was not their turn.

Perfect.

The bell promptly rang, causing the girls around her to groan. She enjoyed their company they had in the morning, but she was excited to start her classes. She waved to her followers, winking at some of them as they left. She then turned to the girl beside her, kissing her jaw before they departed. She easily found her classroom and quickly settled in her seat, she sent a couple of winks to a few girls who adored her.

They began blushing before whispering to their friends, pointing to Michiru and bragging about it. She couldn't help to chuckle to herself; she then grabbed her pencil and doodled on her diary ignoring her homeroom teacher's lecture.

The door creaked open, quickly catching her interest as the principal and a new student stepped inside. A smile broadened her face and she leaned forward on her hand.

She studied the tall girl's stature, her eyes gazing at her long legs before drifting higher. She hid them well, but not from her sharp eyes. She spent a couple of seconds staring at the girl's breasts; ideas running through her head what to do with this newcomer.

The girl's blonde locks fell over her bright green eyes and ears, one of her strands stood up from the rest on the top of her head. Different: possibly like the girl herself. She looked good, no, handsome with her masculine features. Her eyes soon meet Michiru's for a moment before studying the rest of the classroom, either not caring that a girl was checking her out or didn't notice her observing eyes.

Michiru leaned back in her seat, her arms and legs crossed. Her eyes never left the tall girl's form as she wondered over and sat behind her. This year would certainly be entertaining.