Chapter One

“Oh, Carmen I’m going to miss you girlie. We need to this again some other time, this summer was a fucking blast.” My best friend Milo said, as he wrapped a thin arm around me for a hug.

“Yeah whatever…remind me to never drink around with you and your crazy ass friends again.” I said, squeezing tighter on the hug we were embraced in.

He finally let go and gave me a coy smile, “To hell with what you say, did you know you’re loose as hell when you’re smashed Carmen? I freakin love the smashed Carmen better.”

I only rolled my eyes and gave him the finger.

We sat there just grinning at each other for a second before Milo gave me a fair push towards the open door.

“Well…what are you waiting for? Get your skinny ass out of my limo and give me that Martini.” He swooped the glass of Martini out of my slender hands and downed the rest of its contents.

“Stay hot girl and work those new outfits we spent three days shopping for.” Milo grinned and did a zig zag snap thing with his fingers before giving me a more forceful push out of the car.

I glared at him for a split second, before retrieving my Burberry hand bag and stepping out of the limo in my ebony black Prada’s.
I smoothened out my silky crème colored blouse that contrasted nicely with my black skinny jeans.

My caramel brown hair laid elegantly in pin straight locks against my chest as I did air kisses with Milo.

“Smooches,” we both said in Unison.

“I love you hon,” Milo said, before shutting closed the door.

I nodded my head and giggled, as Gary, the limo driver, started to unload the trunk with my Louis Vuitonn suitcases and duffel. When done he gave me a saluted goodbye and walked over to the driver’s side. I stood there and watched the limo slowly drive off, only for the back window roll down and Milo stick out his dark head of hair and yelled,

“Facebook me too sweetie!” he blew me one last kiss goodbye, before the limo fully drove away.

I resisted the tears that tried prickling my eyes, instead I just turned around to look for my three friends; together we’re known as H.A.B (Hot Ass Bitches).

To my luck just all three of them, like in the Mean Girls movie or something, were parting kids that embellished the plush greenery of the school courtyard, like the red sea as they made their way to where I was.

Like always, Trinette led the trio. Her dark brunette locks waved down her shoulders and the same permanent stuck up ‘I’m way better than your sorry ass’ look nestled on her perfectly made up face as she strutted towards me. Behind her stood Estelle. Estelle’s brown hair pulled up into a high soulful bun, her blemish free skin tone reminding you of a caramel cappuccino from Starbucks, looking smooth and soft to the touch. Her perfectly arched eyebrows were thin and rounded against her almond shaped dark brown eyes, giving the finishing touch to her perfect features.

To Estelle’s right was Amber. Her light auburn brown hair parted at the middle and similar to a hippie look but somehow pulling off as perfect and preppie. It fell down her back and framing out her rounded face and bringing out the hazel in her big green eyes.

I let the corners of my mouth pull into a slight smile, remembering the tip Chelsea Hawkins, a former H.A.B member, gave me last year.

“Never wave in public to friends, like normal people. Always smile slightly in acknowledgement or wait until they arrive and then greet them. Remember, one day you’re going to be an H.A.B; we’re always calm, cool, and collected. We never act overly friendly in public, we own the school, and we’re not supposed to be overly friendly.

As if it were rehearsed they all tipped the corners of their lips upwards in perfect synchronization replaced as a wave towards me.

“Carmen honey, you look fabulous. Cute shoes by the way,” Trinette greeted with a plastered smile. I graciously thanked her and we both hugged. Then I proceeded to hug Amber and Estelle.

“Trinette’s right, Carmen what did you do?” Estelle asked.

“Did you get a tan?” Trinette’s navy blue eyes were on my perfectly natural light beige skin.

“Oh, well…uh-”

“Don’t stutter, it’s unbecoming of girls like us.” Trinette cut me off, shutting me up.

“No, you guys. She totally didn’t get a tan, she got highlights. I mean its like totally obvious, it’s so pretty.” I smiled, as Amber took a string of my newly colored caramel brown highlights and let it shine under the sun.

Estelle and Trinette both let out pleased murmurs to each other and smiled approvingly at my choice of color. I smiled to myself and resisted from letting a deep tinge of red taint my cheeks, but I’m pretty sure a surly pink color hit them.

“Thanks,” I silently thanked Milo’s beautician for choosing the color himself. He claimed it brought out the hazel in my dark green eyes.

“It totally brings out the hazel in your eyes,” as if reading my mind, Amber complimented.

“Yeah it goes great with that natural woody kind of brown in your hair Carmen.” Estelle commented.

“Yeah it sure does. Speaking of hair coloring, you guys I got my hair colored a darker shade of brown. Can you tell?” she flipped her hair, for us to see.

All of us looked at her hair, but telling from the looks on Estelle and Amber’s face there was no recognition of the darker hair coloring. It looked completely the same to me, although knowing Trinette she would be the one to take the attention off of me and use some lame excuse about her imaginary hair darkening.

Both Amber and Estelle gave each other that ‘whatever, she’s lying’ look. Trinette must have noticed because she rolled her eyes and smacked her lips, “You guys?”’ she said in a darker tone.

We all immediately perked knowing that dark tone in her voice and said in complete synchronization, “It looks so hot on you.”

Trinette smiled and fluttered her eyelashes and gave out a breathy laugh, “You think so?” she flipped her hair again.

“Yeah totally.” We all lied in unison.

“Yo Carmen!!”

All of our heads turned at the calling of my name. David Matthews was heading over to our circle with Jesse Carmichael, Ambers boyfriend of one year, in tow. I could faintly hear Trinette groan and I ignored it and smiled at David. “Hey David,”

“Finally you’re back. We’ve been waiting a week for your ass to show up. Nice highlights by the way,” David said and took a huge bite out of the apple that he was randomly eating. Jesse had left David to talk to Amber, of course.

“I’ve been busy over this summer. Don't chomp on your apple like that, it’s not all that attractive.” I commented, looking at the apple with disgust. David rolled his eyes.

“Okay so how about I get rid of the apple,” he threw the apple backwards and managed to hit a random guy on his bike. “OW!” the boy shouted. David turned around and waved the boy off. “You’ll get over it dude, get a life and stop riding your bike on campus.”

I wanted to gape at David’s rudeness but it was a proper H.A.B thing to laugh.

“Always laugh at the H.A.D (hot ass dudes) guys. You never want them to bring you down. Stay calm and laugh it off. Although you never want to laugh too hard. Keep it classy but yet powerful.”

Chelsea Hawkins’s words stuck to my mind like glue.

“So what do you think now? Am I attractive without the apple?” David flipped back the loose strings of brown hair that hung in his grey eyes dramatically.

I rolled my eyes good-naturedly. “Whatever. Get over yourself Matthews,”

“Let’s go inside, its burning up out here.” Trinette announced, probably annoyed that nobody was paying any damn attention to her ass. I shrugged and David and Jesse walked off as the four of us got in a horizontal line, unconsciously. I flipped back my hair, ready to strut when I remembered my bags.

“Oh my bags!” I exclaimed.

“Don’t worry about it hun. We are official H.A.B’s now. We don’t carry our own bags.” Trinette lectured and patted me on the shoulder. “It’ll get taken care of.”

I nodded and in that second my bags went into the back of my mind. We all began walking to the entrance of the dorms and it was the red sea all over again.

It was official. The new H.A.B’s were here and boy were we going to make it known.

I watched as the students watched us walk up the stairs. I felt like a fucking celebrity. They were even going as far as taking pictures and recording us as we made our presence known. I curved my lips into a smile and gave them what they were asking for.

Once we entered the lobby of the dormitories, Trinette announced to all of us that she was going to talk to Chad, her new boy toy from Westbrook Academy, on the phone. Amber also had to go handle some business. It was something about she didn’t feel good and that she ate too much at breakfast this morning. I really wasn’t paying any attention to their explanations because I was too busy texting Milo about how Trinette was getting on my nerves already.

Oh my gawd. She really thought u wud belive that she had a darker hair color? God what a bitch. Shes such a hater. You should like put itching powder in her panties:]

I restrained myself from laughing out loud from Milo’s crazy text. I slid up my keypad on my LG Xenon to text Milo back but before I could do that, loud voices filled the lobby.

“Here they come girl!” Estelle gushed next to me. I forced a smile and watched as the H.A.D’s made their entrance just like we did not too long ago. Leading the pack was Dustin Knight. He just happens to be Trinette’s identical twin brother. Yeah I know what a coincidence. Next to him on his right was his best friend, Alex Whiting. To Dustin’s left, was David. And next to David was Jesse. They all strolled in with no effort. All of them had this smirk on their face. I guess the girls must have been going overboard outside. Dustin was the first to spot me and Estelle and they all walked over to us carelessly.

“Hello ladies,” Dustin greeted smoothly.

“Hey,” I said distractedly. I began to type my message back to Milo while Estelle began her flirting.

Oh look guess whos here? H.A.D. they think they r the shit (insert roll of the eyes here) especially dustin ugh…

I hit send and gave my attention back to the boys before me. Dustin and Estelle were chatting away so I decided to make small talk with David, since I knew he would respond immediately.

“So David what’d you do this summer?” I asked conversationally. David perked up and pulled another apple from his pocket. Where the hell is he getting these from?

“Oh dude it was fucking awesome. I went to Brazil and there was some cool shit there. Man Carmen have I ever told you that Brazilian girls have the nicest asses—“

“Okay. I get it David. You had a good time.” I cut him off before he went to the extreme.

“Sorry. What’d you do?” he asked. I smiled. I loved my summer.

“I stayed with Milo—“

“The faggot?” Jesse cut in. I nodded with a glare. I didn’t like people talking about my Milo. Speaking of Milo, he just sent me a text message back.

Uh HELLO? They r the shit and u r 2 hun so get over it. I wish I was there. and babe dustin is hotter than fresh bacon out of the fryin pan. If he was gay I’d be the happiest gay guy in the world.

I laughed out loud and David, who I guess was talking, shot me a quizzical look. “What’s so funny about my dog dying?” he asked with a sad expression. I guess he was talking about his dog. My bad? Estelle also shot me a look. She was done talking to Dustin obviously.

“Oh no, I’m laughing about your dog its just I got this funny forward message on my phone and it cracked me up. Sorry.” I lied, trying to cover up my outburst. Even though David recently had a sad expression on his face, he lit up.

“Fuck yes, I haven’t heard a funny forward message in ages. Let me see.” David lunged to grab my phone and I tried to pull it back before he snatched it but I was too late.

Dammit.

I tore my eyes away from my now empty hand and looked at David whose eyes were roaming up and down my screen. His eyes grew wide and he burst out laughing.

“Dude, I know that he’s your friend and all but, what the fuck?” he said between laughs. I pulled my hand out to get my phone back but David wouldn’t stop laughing. “’Hotter than fresh bacon out of the frying pan’? that is some classic shit. I’m going to use that.”

Everybody was interested in David and I’s little conversation now.

“What I miss?” Dustin questioned as he stuck his hands into his pockets.

“Dude this is so fucking hilarious. You gotta check this text message out.”

David put the phone out for Dustin to grab but I jumped in and snatched it before Dustin could read it. It’s not like Milo would care because I’m sure that Milo would tell Dustin he would ‘tap that’ in his face. I just didn’t feel like dealing with Dustin. It was enough dealing with his sister. Another Knight wasn’t what I was planning to do with my first day back.

“Hey Carmen, that isn’t fair.” Dustin gave a small pout. I shook my head and stuffed my phone into my Burberry purse that clung to my arm.

“You’ll get over it, Sherlock.” I said with a sickly sweet smile. “How about some lunch?” I suggested to everyone. They all agreed except David.

“I want to hear what you did this summer plus I’m going all fruits this year. As you can see I’ve been eating apples every hour.” David said proudly. I rolled my eyes. He can be such a idiot.

“That is the stupidest shit man,” Alex muttered. I laughed because Alex barely said anything. I mean he wasn’t silent but most of the time it was David and Dustin talking since the both of them can’t seem to control their talkativeness, especially David. Have you ever tried to take a History class sitting next to a guy who tells you all about his week so far when you’ve explained to him that you as I would say it, don't give a fuck?

“It isn’t stupid its—“ David started to protest.

“Look David, I spent the summer with Milo,” I gave Jesse a pointed look. “Yes, the faggot. And we had fun doing stuff like shopping, looking at hot guys, swimming, etc.”

I smiled and grabbed Estelle’s arm. My stomach was calling out for something to eat. When I get hungry, I get cranky. Estelle followed me into the cafeteria and from what it sounded like the boys were following along.

Okay when I say cafeteria, I mean more like the school’s food court or something. Our school has seven different mini restaurants in one big open food court like at the mall or something.

We have a Chinese themed one, Italian, Mexican, Barbeque, Salad bar, Vegan style, and a Deli style restaurant.

Guess which restaurant is the most famous among H.A.B?

If you guessed the Salad Bar, pat yourself on the back. That’s all the H.A.B eat it, it’s like we eat think and breathe that shit during lunch.

I personally don’t like that shit and on rare occasions I’ll eat it. H.A.B member or not, I am not eating that nasty ass shit. Besides it’s not a regulation in only eating healthy food in the H.A.B rulebook, only to never gain twenty pounds in a school year.

H.A.B members are to stay looking hotter than ever, the rule book does require that we have to at least walk two miles or do some sort of exercise that is equivalent to that at least three times a week.

I wonder who came up with that.

“Damn Carmen is it me or did the twins gain some weight this year?” David snapped me out of my mini rant over what the H.A.B diet in my head.

I turned to look at him with this confused expression, up until I really noticed what David was staring at. I followed his wolfish looking eyes to end up looking at my chest, oh my damn what a fucking perv I tell you.

I ended up slapping David on the back of the head, “You perv stop looking at my chest.”

“Oh shit dude you have a point.” Dustin grinned as he slammed fist with David. “Damn Carmen what cups are those now, B’s?”

I glared at Dustin and reached to slap him as well, but he ducked from under my hand.

“Take a chill pill Carmen, they look hot. Maybe you should show those girls the world tomorrow.” David suggested, doing a little dance with his eyebrows suggestively.

“Wear that green and blue top Trinette got you for your birthday.” Dustin suggested.

I rolled my eyes and succeeded by hitting Dustin in the back of the head as well.

“Oww” he groaned.

“Get over it.” I laughed at him.

“Oh yeah, wear that top tomorrow. When you bend over we get a clear ass view of those girls. Which almost reminds me, can you not wear a bra tomorrow too?”

I dropped my mouth for a split second at how serious David was when he suggested what I wear. Well at least I know what top not to wear.

“You idiot, you’re not supposed to tell her that. Now she’s going to wear a bra and a different shirt.” Dustin scolded.

David scratched his head and gave Dustin a sheepish smile, “Oh…yeah.” He said, grinning dumbly at me.

Hello. uhm...I'm kind of new here and I decided 'what the hey' might as well type this story that I was thinking about a while ago. My names Leah and can I please get some feedback on this. I don't want to work on this and nobody's going to read this but me and my best friend. Oh by the way, she told me she thought this was kind of funny. Is it?