I think this is silly and funny but you will also love it! SO please just read.

Clare fumbled nervously with her locker combo.

She groaned angrily as it jammed, yet again.

It was the first day of sophomore year for Clare. By now she thought she would be relevantly popular, at least well liked. But she was still just a quiet and mousy brunette who mulled into the rest of the student body at Degrassi. She had acquaintances at best but no close friends. At the beginning of last year her lovably dorky BFF Alli had blossomed into a gorgeous flower that every boy now lusted after. Once she realized it, Alli switched Clare out like she was ratty old Converses for the popular kids who were more like glamorous Louis Vuitton peep-toes. Speaking of . . .

And then they walked by her, giggling amongst each other. The Aces, as they liked to be called.

A handsome yet overly confident boy named Drew Torres. Only a junior, he was QB 1 on the football team. His arm slung lazily around Alli who was trying not to make eye contact with Clare. So they were together? It didn't stop most every girl from scribbling his name on the bathroom stalls.

Then there was Fiona Coyne. A snobby over achiever who was rumored to be a lesbian because she was never seen with a boyfriend. But somehow that made her even edgier. Her 'I don't give a shit' attitude retracted the unapproachable aura emanating from her designer headbands and Tiffany earrings.

Jenna Middleton, nowadays only known by the moniker Princess due to her last name, oozed over something Bianca De Sousa held. The most incompatible of the bunch were the best of friends. Word was they shared everything, including K.C. Guthrie. He walked easily behind them. K.C. was the token Dumb Jock of the group, who for five seconds had shown a small interest in Clare in eighth grade.

But then there was the most abnormal of the group. He truly was separated from them all in everyway. He wasn't a perky blonde or an overly flirtatious brunette. No. He was dark and deviant. He wore black everything and it contrasted beautifully against his haunting jade eyes. He led the group, his signature smirk plastered across his lips, as though they were his dark angels. He flashed an unreadable look to her. Clare watched as he steered them through the halls, not even trying to pay attention as they knocked over books and shoved others into lockers. Four surrounding teachers didn't even budge.

Why do they all do this? Because they can.

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