A young Miss Stacy Keibler was heading to her senior year of High School. This was her first year at public school, after pleading with her parents for years to take her out of Catholic School. Her mother insisted on driving her on the first day, so Stacy told her to drop her off at the corner. Stacy walked across the parking lot, with her long, blonde hair flowing in the wind behind her. She saw a group of seniors standing in the front of the school. Three guys, one tom girl. One of the guys walked over and approached Stacy. "I haven't seen you around here before. You look to tall to be a freshman, and too young to be a teacher."
Stacy began blushing. "I'm Stacy. I just transferred from Catholic School. You are?"
"Oh, I'm Jeff. It's nice to meet you." He extended his hand and shook her hand as he took her over to the rest of the group. "This is John. He can lay down a killer freestyle. Next to him is Amy. She is the coolest chick I have ever met. And the dude in the pink shirt is Randy." Jeff leans over and whispers in her ear. "We think he is gay." Stacy starts to laugh as Randy starts to speculate what Jeff just said.
"So, what's your first class?" Amy asks.
"Um…" Stacy takes her schedule out of her back pocket of her jeans. "History. Room 312."
"That's what I have." Amy grabs her arm. "Here, I'll show you to class."
"Bye." Stacy says as she waves, with Amy pulling her towards the building.
The guys watch in awe as she walks inside. "That girl is fine." John says. He than begins to freestyle about Stacy. During the freestyle, he mentions that her legs were her best feature. Randy than jumps down his throat and says that it's her smile. "Whoa Dog, this isn't your freestyle. It's mine. And you're one to talk, with a pink shirt and everything."
"Hey, pink is in right now."
"Dude, look around you. Who else is wearing a pink shirt?" Randy looks around them. "No one."
"That's not true John. The cheerleaders are over there wearing pink." Jeff says as the two burst out laughing.
"I don't have to take this!" Randy storms off to class in a rage.
"Dude! We were only joking!" John shouts. "Come back!"
"John, we don't need him. Let him go. He can take his pink shirt and…"
"Jeff. Don't say it. He's our friend." John says as Jeff tries to hold in his laugher.
"Our friend? He's your friend dude. Leave me out of this." Jeff backs up, while waving his arms in front of him.
"Let's just go find him." John pulls Jeff to class to find Randy.
Meanwhile, Stacy and Amy are sitting in class as Amy is explaining the rules of High School to Stacy. "Aren't you going to introduce me to anyone?" Stacy asks, as students walk into the room in small groups.
"Stacy, everyone here are spoiled, rich snobs. We don't need them. I just can't wait to get out of here." Amy rolls her eyes and sets her arm on the desk, so her knuckles are holding her head up.
"Hey, are you new here?" A blonde girl says, leaning over Stacy.
"Yeah, I'm Stacy." She says, pushing her hair behind her ear.
"Nice to meet you Stacy, I'm Jackie. Wanna come sit with us?" Jackie asks, pointing to a group of girls at the end of the room.
"She doesn't want to sit with a bunch of sluts Jackie. Now go away and leave us alone!" Amy interrupts.
"Who was talking to you?" Jackie says, acting rude. "Stacy, if you ever want to come sit with us, you're more than welcome."
"Thanks." Stacy then turns to Amy. "You didn't have to be so rude."
"Stacy, haven't you been listening to anything I just said to you? She doesn't care about anyone but herself. She has slept with 95 of the school's male population. And that is counting the teachers." Amy extends her hands and places them on each of Stacy's shoulders. "You are better than them."
Stacy looks over at the group of girls at the end of the room, laughing and having a good time. She wonders if Amy is telling her the truth? Or if Amy was the one that was the snob? She wouldn't know until she found out for herself. After class, she went and talked to the supposed ringleader of the group. She and her were the only girls in their next class, so they had little to no interruptions. She seemed really nice. Not what Amy made everyone out to be at all. During the lunch break, Stacy went and sat down with the girls at their table. Amy walked by and saw Stacy with the group of girls.
"Stacy, what are you doing with them? What did I tell you?" Amy seemed disappointed at her.
"She doesn't want to hang out with you! Now get away before I call the janitor to pull your ass out to the dumpster where you belong!" Jackie says, with a mouth full of fries.
"Jackie, don't talk with your mouth full. Stacy, you can sit with whomever you would like. Just remember, this will effect your entire senior year. The clique you choose now will be the one you are with for the entire year."
"Trish shut your mouth! You're full of shit. Come on Stacy." Amy says, pulling her arm to get up.
"Wait. Can't we all just get along?" Stacy asks, as the girls just look at her laughing.
"This isn't the Brady Bunch dear. This is High School. Only the strong survive." Trish says, picking at her salad.
"Well than maybe I don't want to be friends with any of you." Stacy picks her food up and stands at the end of the table. "I hope you're all happy when you are 70-years old, alone, with your 40 cats clawing at you." She walks over to the end of the cafeteria and sits alone. Trish walks over and grabs a seat next to Stacy. "Go away." Stacy turns her back to Trish.
"Fine, I'll just talk. There are some things that you should know about the girls at this school. There aren't many of us, but we all used to be great friends. In Junior High, I had a sleepover and invited all of the girls. Including Amy. She was my best friend. We were talking about becoming women. Jackie was bragging about how she was fully developed into a woman. Everyone was talking about how far into the process they were, except Amy. She was over in the corner feeling left out. She hadn't developed yet. Than when we went to sleep, she had a flashlight sticking up from under the blanket and all of the girls started calling her a boy. She was so crushed. She gathered her things and walked across the street to her house."
Stacy turned back around. "Well, if she was your best friend, why didn't you stand up for her?"
"I still kept in touch with her. I would talk to her late at night on the phone and slip her notes during school when no one was looking. I didn't want to lose any of my friends. All of the other girls had something against her anyway. I still consider her my best friend. She knows it. We just don't tell anyone about it. If Jackie found out our lives would be a living hell. You don't want Jackie on your bad side."
"Why?" Stacy asked, wondering if she wanted to know the answer.
"I've said too much anyway. Someone may have heard us." Trish stood up and fixed herself up. "I'll see you around school."
"You too." Stacy continued picking at her food as Trish walked back to the rest of the girls. She then noticed that Trish had slipped a note into Amy's pocket. "She was telling the truth." Stacy stood up and threw away the lunch tray, before walking over to Amy. "I need to talk to you." She pulled her into the girls' bathroom. "Trish told me."
Amy looked confused. "Trish told you what?"
"Everything." Stacy looked around and then stood closer to Amy. "I know what's in your pocket, and I know what it's about."
Amy checked her pocket. She pulled out the note that Trish would give her everyday. "Stacy, you cannot tell anyone about this. You got it?"
"You can trust me. I won't tell anyone." Stacy and Amy than left and went to class, as Jackie was stepping out of the bathroom stall.