"sugar and spice and everything nice. think she's hot, but she's cold as ice."

- Sugarland, "Mean Girls"

CHAPTER ONE

I sighed, patted a hand to my mouth in a blasé manner, and looked over at Perry, who had an equally bored look on his gorgeous face. There was a rather annoying, blonde, bimbo cheerleader standing in front our lunch table. If there's one thing I can't stand about high school, it's the fucking cheerleaders. Too perky and... cheerful if you ask me. This one had her hands on her hips, and she had the audacity to accuse moi of sleeping with her boyfriend. Let's tune back into the conversation, shall we?

A/N: THIS STORY HAS BEEN REMOVED DUE TO PLAGIARISM.