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It hadn't taken long for Ave and Trish to find Becca and Brooke... big surprise, they were at their lockers, gossiping about nailpolish. Then she and her possy had moved on towards calculus. They all had it first thing in the morning. Avery despised mathematics as a whole, but she didn't have much of a choice in the matter (daddy-o had been persistent), and where Avery went, Becca, Trish and Brooke went too. It was that simple. Or rather... Avery was that much of a queen bee. She was very aware that everyone called her a bitch behind her back, but guess what? she didn't care. As long as no one dared say it to her face, she was good. She liked being a bitch, and she could afford to be. Money was power, and Ave was the richest girl in school, so who was going to give her a rant? She'd gotten several teachers fired for getting on her bad side, she'd made countless student practically flee the school, because they were either annoying, too ugly, too nerdy... there were so many things they could do wrong, Avery hardly knew where to begin.

"What the hell is Piper doing with a new kid?" Brooke then said, clearly outraged, and Avery, who'd been in her own world, stopped imediately. She would not have a cheerleader degrading herself. Perfectly plucked brows furrowed, she looked in the direction Brooke was. Yes, Piper was indeed talking to a new kid... but not just any new kid. She was talking to Jesse. Trish stepped up next to Avery, "I don't think we have to worry too much about that. At least the guy's not ugly." she commented, watching the pair. It wasn't that Jesse had been a big love of hers, but she had really liked being around him, even if he hadn't been upper class... more than she'd admit to, so he'd dumped her. Because she was unable to say that she cared about him.

No one knew about that. It'd been over the summer, not a long fling, but a fling nonetheless, one that had inspired softer feelings in Avery. It'd been weird, but sort of nice. She'd missed him. What was he doing here, on her turf? Avery shook her head, shaking off the thoughts along with it. She would have to talk to him, "doesn't matter. He's not upper-class. She is. Royalty doesn't mix with commoners, my darlings." She said, ignoring the fact that she was being absolutely morally ambivalent, already walking towards Piper - class wouldn't start for a little while, so Ave had time to set things straight. The girls started trailing after her, eagerly agreeing.

"So, Piper," Avery said, when she stopped about a feet behind the girl, "please explain what you're doing here. Or rather... why you're talking to him." Avery simply said, staring Jesse down, with a look saying 'what the hell are you doing here?', but only he would recognize it that way, since no one else knew they'd ever met. Trish stepped up next to her, Brooke and Becca staying behind them, and smiled wryly, "yeah, I was wondering about that too, newbie." She said, giving Piper a look that said she didn't think her worthy of the upper class. Brooke, blonde, dressed in sinfully sexy, yet classy attire, presented Piper with a devilish smile, flirtatious gaze roaming Jesse. She didn't say anything. Becca looked like the whole thing bored her, gracefully brushing her red hair, that was all on one shoulder, with her hands.

Avery really just wanted to get Jesse alone right now... tell him to get out of her life, not just suddenly show up... well, it wasn't that sudden. She'd known for a while, since she always kept tabs on everything around the school - it was one of the many pillars supporting her absolute reign of the school -, but she didn't have to like it. He didn't fit her image. If any one ever found out, it would be humiliating... it wouldn't hurt her rep much, since she'd merely turn things until it fit right in with who she was here, but Jesse... well, Jesse had gotten just slightly under her skin, even if she'd never admit it out loud. But he was talking to Piper, and in truth, Avery hadn't liked the girl from the start. She was a poser. Sure, she had money, but she didn't really belong in the upper classes. She didn't match, but she made an effort, the wannabe.