A/N: SOO... new story. This is much different from YBWM, and since I'm almost done with YBWM, I'm going to need something else to consume my time. So for now, I'll only be posting this first chapter. The other chapters of this story won't be posted until I'm done with YBWM. Hope you guys enjoy this :]

“sugar and spice and everything nice. thinks she's hot, but she's cold as ice.”

- Sugarland, “Mean Girls”

CHAPTER ONE

I sighed and looked over at Perry, who had an equally bored look on his face. Currently, there was a rather annoying, blonde, bimbo cheerleader standing in front of our lunch table. Her hands were 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?

“What the fuck is your problem? You can take your pick of any guy you want! Why did you have to pick him?” she glared daggers at me.

She did have a point there. I could have any guy I wanted. But unfortunately for her, she picked the wrong girl to start an argument with. I gave her the best 'fuck you' smile I could muster. I try to not waste too much energy on insignificant people like her. “Listen, Molly-”

“It's Holly,” she corrected icily.

So that's how she wanted to play, huh? “Whatever,” I rolled my eyes. “Who's your boyfriend again?”

“Kurt Andrews, captain of the track team,” she said through clenched teeth.

“Ah, yes. Kurt,” I shrugged my shoulders. “Not a very good lay if you ask me. You're cute. You can do so much better,” I could see the fire burning in her eyes, so I turned up the wattage in my smile. “Since you seem to know so much about me, you should know that I don't actively seek out guys to fuck. Single or not, they all come to me.”

“But-”

“Ah, ah. I wasn't finished. It's rude to interrupt, you know,” I held up my index finger to stop her from speaking. “Now, there must be something wrong with your relationship if Kurt came to me. Guys who are 'faithful' to their girlfriends never stray,” I pretended to think for a moment. “I'm guessing that the sex with you must be really shitty. He's not that good either, but I'm sure he was just looking for something that you've failed to give him.”

“I can give him so much more than you,” she scoffed.

Man, this girl was dumb. “I was talking about mind-blowing sex by the way, since your tiny, tiny brain is too slow to comprehend what I'm saying. Tell me, does he get off when he's with you?” She hesitated for a moment. “Come now, we're all mature here,” I urged.

“Y-yes...”

“Once or twice?”

“O-once,” she stuttered. “How is this even relevant?”

I frowned at her. “That's too bad,” my voice sounded disappointed. I saw Perry smirk at her. I just love how he knows I'm not really disappointed. “He got off three times with me,” I cocked my head slightly and smirked at her. Game.

Her expression went from shocked to outraged in three point five seconds. That just might be a new record for me. “You bitch-”

“Holly, there's no need for name calling,” I gave her another smile. “Now, you say I slept with your boyfriend, is that correct?” She nodded and I gave her a light laugh. “That's funny, because I don't do sleepovers with boys. The only one who's ever allowed to sleep with me is Perry over here,” I patted Perry's hand lightly and he flashed me a bright smile. “So I didn't 'sleep with your boyfriend' as you put it,” I made sure to use air quotations to make my point. Set.

“Then what the hell would you call it?” she snarled.

I smiled at her once more. “I fucked his brains out,” I said sweetly. Match. Her jaw dropped and I had to suppress a laugh. “You can run along now and talk as much shit about me as you want. I'm a bitch, I'll understand,” I shrugged and waved her off. “Bye, Molly.”

She glared at me once again and half screamed, “It's Holly!” she turned around and stomped off to her friends.

I looked over to Perry, who just raised a perfectly waxed eyebrow at me. “Fallon,” was all he said.

I shrugged, feigning innocence. “What? She started it,” I put my attention back on my forgotten chicken Caesar salad and stabbed a piece of lettuce with my plastic fork.

“And you most definitely finished it, which I applaud you for,” he gave me a golf clap with a sweet smile. “But you didn't have to be so vulgar with the poor girl. One would think that a well educated Catholic school girl such as yourself would be the girl next door, not the bitch down the street.”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh, Perry. I'm sure God will forgive me for being bad. He knows I mean well,” I winked at him. Perry just shook his head at me and continued to eat his own salad.

Perry Matthews and I, Fallon Kennedy, have been the best of friends since kindergarten. He was different from the other boys in our class and I always thought there was something a little off with him. He played dolls with me instead of kickball with the other boys. I thought he was absolutely adorable with his blonde hair and baby blue eyes; he had the All-American look down. When we got older, other boys were already asking me out on dates and I always found it a little odd when Perry didn't, since I spent so much time with him.

I decided that he was gay, but I kept the thought to myself. I didn't want to confront him about it and then find out that I was wrong. That would have been embarrassing. Thankfully, in the seventh grade, Perry came out of the closet to me. I was the first person he told and I wasn't surprised when he told me. He was surprised that I wasn't surprised, so I carefully explained to him that I already knew and that I supported him. He even laughed when I said I had a good gaydar. He hugged me tightly and we finished our Pre-Algebra homework. Oh, and just to let you know, I still have a great gaydar to this day.

When we reached high school, I had already grown into my looks. I must say, the summer before our freshman year at Notre Dame Catholic High School did me wonders. I grew to my full height of five foot seven and my breasts had filled out into a lovely, albeit small, C cup. Not to mention I made sure to keep my body in tip top shape. Perry said that I would be such a heartbreaker with my ocean blue eyes and full, pouty lips. He also said that my 'come hither' smile and dimples would be the death of the male population of our school. How right he was.

Me? Well, I'm that girl. You know, the one all the boys want to fuck and all the girls want to be? That's me. It really is true. I'm just that hot. Long, toned and tan legs; a nice, flat tummy; and an ass that could probably be classified as one of the best along with Kim Kardashian and Jennifer Lopez. Call me cocky or arrogant or whatever, but I don't make a habit out of lying. Just ask all the guys I've dated, (and when I say 'dated,' I really mean one date), slept with (not actual sleeping, as you should know from my earlier conversation with Holly), and broken up with.

I have nothing to say for that one because I go through guys almost as much as I change my underwear. I bet I still have them all eating out of the palm of my hand. With a snap of my fingers, I bet most of them would come crawling back to me; all I need to do is turn on the charm. It works every time. They all usually come back to me. I don't do commitments and I don't get attached. I've never been in love or had a serious boyfriend. I've always stuck with one night stands and friends with benefits. No one 'makes love' to me; we fuck. Or bang if you don't like my dirty mouth. Love is overrated. It's just not my style.

Now that I'm a senior here, you can just call me the Queen Bee. Or Head Bitch in Charge, which is something Perry got from that awful reality star, New York. I run this school. There's a few people who try to cross me, like that stupid Holly bitch, but I always win in a verbal sparring match. Everyone else either loves me or hates me. There is no in between. This whole school is under my control. Everyone knows I'm a bitch. Hell, I even know I'm a bitch. At least I'm one of the few girls who can admit it, right?

“You know who's looking particularly delicious today?” Perry asked, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Who?” I replied, humoring him. I didn't really care that much, but Perry has a good taste in guys. He's the one who gives me the green light on whom I should and shouldn't date. The same thing goes for the people I have sex with. Perry's always trying to find a straight guy that could handle me, but every attempt he's made is a failure. Bless his heart for wanting me to stop my promiscuity.

Perry nodded his spiky blonde head in the direction of the table directly across from ours on the other side of the cafeteria. “River Masterson. I'm telling you Fallon, muscles like his should be illegal in the state of Connecticut. He's just so...”

I turned my gaze to where Perry was looking, not paying any attention to what he was saying. River Masterson. I rolled my eyes. If you must know, River Masterson is me; in guy form. He's cocky, confident, arrogant, and gorgeous. Not that I would openly admit that to anyone, not even Perry. And I tell Perry everything. River Masterson is... well, he's perfect. Flawless skin, slightly spiky black hair, deep blue eyes, and not to mention the most infuriating sexy half-smile half-smirk that graces his symmetrical face. I'll even say that River could give David Beckham a run for his money. He's just that gorgeous. He's tall, about six foot one, if I'm not mistaken; which is exactly how I like my boys.

He also has one of the best bodies I've ever seen. Well, I've never actually seen it myself, but I've heard of it. Washboard abdominals, well sculpted back and arm muscles; it was no wonder half of the female population of our school threw themselves at him. He's considered a Greek God and everyone is play dough in his hands. River and I are both in the same social circles, but our paths have never crossed once. He's not my enemy, he's not even my friend. We just both happen to coexist in this school. If I'm the Queen and River is me in guy form; then he's the King.

Two equally gorgeous people; one Queen, one King, and one school. Sounds like a match made in Heaven, right? Not. River and I play the exact same games. We're both manipulative, conniving, and we pretty much do anything to get our way. He doesn't like to lose and neither do I. Of course, River's never made a play for me. He likes to go after girls who have lower IQs than himself. Which is a shame really because I hear that the sex with him is nothing short of amazing. I just hate that he wastes his talents on girls who are dumber than rocks. I'll never know how talented he is because I have no desire to be one of his hangers on.

“... don't you agree, darling?” Perry asked me.

“Hmm? I'm sorry, I spaced off just a tad,” I said honestly. Perry's one of the few people I listen to aside from my grandparents and my older sister, Charity.

Perry rolled his eyes. “I was asking if you thought you and River would make a good couple. You're both illustriously good looking assholes.”

“Perry!” I smacked his arm lightly.

“Fallon, you've already admitted to me that you're a bitch,” he reminded me.

I sighed. “You're right. I have no reason to be offended. And, no. River Masterson and I would not make a good couple. You need to stop trying to set me up.”

“But Fal,” he whined. “The boy's in my AP History class. Your name's slipped out of that gorgeous mouth a couple of times.”

Really? Hmm, this intrigued me. “Oh, and what has his highness said about me?”

“So you are interested,” Perry smirked. Damn him. He tricked me.

I played it off as best I could. “I'm not interested in him, Perry. Just interested in what he's said about me.”

Perry frowned. “Well if you must know, he thinks you're... oh, he's looking over here,” Perry winked.

I looked from Perry over to River, who was in fact, looking right at me. He knew that he had been caught staring, but it didn't faze him at all. He just smirked at me, nodded and then tuned back into the conversation he was having with his friends.

“Ugh, I can't believe girls fawn over him,” I continued to eat my salad. “I've never talked to him personally, but from what I hear he's just...”

“Like you?” Perry offered. “Stop glaring at me like that, darling. I only speak the truth with you. You and River are more alike than you'd like to admit. Which is exactly why you guys would be great together,” Perry had stars in his eyes. “Just promise me you'll tell me how great the sex is when you guys fuck, okay?” he smiled sweetly.

I rolled my eyes. Oh, Perry, always the optimist. “Perry, there is no way in hell I am going to fuck River Masterson,” Perry gave me a look. “Okay, so I would fuck him. But you know me, I'm not going to throw myself at him. I have too much pride to do that.”

Perry sighed. He clearly didn't like what he was hearing. I'm sure he was going to scold me, but his face brightened. “Don't look now, but your boy's coming,” he said in a sing song voice.

I turned my head slightly and saw that Perry was telling the truth, River was heading our way. He had that stupid, sexy half-smile half-smirk plastered on his face and he walked with a confident swagger. I arched an eyebrow and faced Perry again. “I wonder what he wants.”

“Fallon, there's not too many reasons that a guy comes to you. They stay away from you because you'll bite their head off, no pun intended,” his mouth quirked a little. “Or they approach you because they know you're great in the sack.”

I put a hand on his cheek and brushed it with my thumb. “It's such a shame you're gay. You know all the right things to say to stroke my ego.”

Someone cleared their throat behind me. “I'm not interrupting anything, am I?” a voice asked. I didn't have to turn around to know who was behind me. River had never spoken directly to me before, but we had AP English together and his voice was very distinct. It was like maple syrup; thick and smooth with just a hint of sweetness.

I turned to face him. “Not at all,” I motioned for him to sit down in the chair across from us. Instead he sat down in the empty one next to me, which was very irritating. “To what do I owe this pleasure, River? You've never spoken to me in the six years I've known you.”

The corner of his mouth twitched. I couldn't believe that he found me amusing! “That's not fair, Fallon. It works both ways. You've never come up to me either.”

“That's because guys approach me, not the other way around.”

“Guys approach you so they can fuck you, if I'm not mistaken.”

Touché, asshole, I thought to myself. “No, you're correct. But just because they want to fuck me, doesn't mean I'll spread my legs for them. I have standards you know. Besides, I talk to Perry, and we obviously don't have sex.”

“Perry doesn't like vagina, it doesn't count. No offense, Matthews.” River sent Perry an apologetic look, and Perry brushed it off. “Have you ever had a conversation with a guy that didn't leave you on your back, Fallon?”

“What do you think we're doing right now, River? A new kind of foreplay?”

“Maybe. I don't know what kind of things you're into. Or have been in you,” he smirked.

The first, and hopefully last, conversation I've ever had with this fucker and he's already getting under my skin. “What do you want, River? Lunch is coming to an end and I don't want to waste it talking to you.”

“Guess I just want to find out if what they say about you in the locker room is true,” he shrugged.

“What, you need confirmation that I'm a good lay?” I rolled my eyes. “Just ask your older brother Logan. He didn't have any complaints,” I smirked at him. “No one ever does, that's why they keep coming back for more.”

“Logan would bang anything with a nice rack and a great set of stems. You're no different from his other girls,” he sat back in the chair.

“And you seem to bang anything with the IQ of a peanut. I thought you were better than that, River. A guy like you should be able to get girls who can at least get into college.”

“Baby, you're mistaken. I can get any girl I want.”

I laughed. “I don't think so.”

River raised his eyebrows. Apparently, he was shocked that I would say something like that. “Do you really believe that, Fallon?”

I nodded. “Yes,” I paused. “Because I'm one girl you can't have.” The bell rang, meaning lunch was over. I always love getting the last word in. I stood up and patted River on the head. “I'd say this conversation of ours was a treat, but I hate lying.”

I blew River a kiss before I grabbed Perry's hand and walked out of the cafeteria.

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