She seemed to own the school. She had the crew, the body that models craved for. She had the money, the clothes. Her leather high heeled boots clicked against the marble floor like gunshots. She was the sexiest girl in New York, according to the dozens of terrified girls she confronted in the hallways daily.

She was Nicole Diane; preppy daughter of Aphrodite gone wrong. She had abandoned her demi-god life years ago, covering up her half-blood scent with exuberant amounts of Coco Chanel perfume. It cost a fortune, but it had worked. She had not been attacked by a monster in three years.

She ruled the school. In the fall, she bought every single one of her teachers new textbooks and teaching utensils, courtesy of her father. In the winter, she bought all of the school staff new parkas and snow boots, and trips to Colorado to stay at one of her father's hotels. In the spring, she paid for all of her teachers allergy medications and her mother hosted a party with the most delicious foods and wines.

All the teachers hated her. They loved her gifts, but they had all seen what she could do to a perfectly good new student just to show who was in charge. Half the time the girl was reduced to tears; the other half stood their ground.

Most of them transfered schools within the second semester.

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"Eve! God, have you seen the new kid?" Nicole said dreamily. She flicked her dark red hair over her shoulder when she caught his eyes. She giggled and waved lightly, flicking her fingers back and forth. She seemed to be succeeding, but he shook his head and walked away.

"Do you even know his name?" Brett asked, extremely annoyed that his girlfriend was flirting with other guys. But what could he do? He was lucky he had her at all.

"Nope," Nikki said. "But I'm planning on finding out." She got up and stalked over to where the boy was sitting. Good. He's alone. Nikki thought. This is going to be easier then I thought.

"Hey." Nikki said as if she had known the boy for years. He had black hair and matching eyes, which seemed to be sucking her in. They were filled with secrets, which only made Nikki crave him more.

"Do I know you?" The boy asked.

"Nope." She said simply. "But you will. I'm Nicole. You can call me Nikki."

"Um, okay...?"

Nikki was slightly annoyed that he didn't call her Nikki. Even more annoyed that he didn't tell her his name. But she brushed it off and leaned closer. "So. What's your name?"

Now, Nico really didn't want to tell her his name, but he blurted it out as if somebody else were speaking. "Nico Di Angelo."

"Ooh, German name."

"It's actually Italian."

"Same difference."

No, it's not. Nico thought. Germany tried to destroy Italy. "Uh, sure."

There was a pause, and the bell rang. Nico and Nikki got up. Extremely flirtatiously, (and to the discomfort of Nico), Nikki began to trace the pattern on his shirt. "I guess I'll see you around."

Nikki, true to her status, replied, "If your lucky." She placed a quick kiss on his cheek before strutting back towards the table where Evelyn and Brett were waiting for her. Without throwing out their lunches, they walked towards the locker court.

"Move!" Nikki snarled to a group of freshmanwho scattered at the venom in her voice. She opened her locker and looked pointedly at Brett, who grabbed the needed books and binders. Nikki pecked him on the lips in thanks.

"Lets go." She said when Evelyn got her books.

When they arrived at homeroom, it was in chaos. Papers were everywhere, chairs were knocked down, and everybody was standing on tables, shrieking.

"What is going on here?" Nikki snapped and stomped her foot. "Why is there chaos that I didn't cause?"

"Rat!" A blonde girl with frizzy plaits wailed. She hopped from foot to foot and pointed at the floor. Nikki screamed and jumped onto a table, which unfortunately had exceeded it's limit. There was simply no room for another person. As Nikki balanced cautiously on the edge, gravity threatening to take over. She had enough. She pushed the nearest kid, who fell to the ground with a sickening crack. "Move!" The person, who's name was Gracie, lay limp on the disastrous floor. Her eyes were closed.

The room went silent. They could hear the scuttling of little feet over the papers and tile.

"What did you do?" Somebody gasped. People stared at her.

"What?" Nikki said. "I was about to fall!"

"I have the rat!" Evie declared, holding up a white fuzzball with red eyes. The teacher, who had not been present, walked into the room.

"What happened?" She gasped. Then she caught sight of Gracie lying motionless on the floor. She rushed towards her, careful not to touch her. "What happened?" She repeated, more firmly this time.

"Marcella accidently knocked the rat cage over and there was chaos. Everybody was on tables and Nicole walked in and found out what happened and jumped on a table and pushed Gracie off."

"Thank you, Dee." The teacher said. She pushed a button and a voice spoke through the intercom.

"Yes, Jeanie?"

"Send the nurse down immediately. There has been a severe accident."

"She's on her way." The intercom beeped again, and the voice fell silent.

"What'd I miss?" A voice said, bewildered. Everyone's heads whipped toward it.

It was Nico, carrying his books, his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. Nikki hopped down gracefully from the table and took a seat, looking around as if she were the only normal one in the middle of a parade of freaks.

"Not much." She said. "Evelyn pushed Gracie off the table when a rat got loose."

Nobody dared to correct her. Nobody noticed that Evelyn was steaming in the corner, glaring at her best friend with a gaze that could freeze a volcano.

Nobody, that is, except Nico.

This is written for the Original Cliche Verita challenge. Hope you like it!