The Pretty Devils

            This should be easy enough; Meaghan knows the three girls like the back of her hand, the only hard part will be doing it behind Nastasya’s back.

            No one said being Queen was easy. When Meaghan’s plan unfolds it’ll be a lot more than Nastasya’s thrown she’ll be taking- her loyal army is in the wings. There’s no way Meaghan is letting Nastasya destroy this school’s social caste system any longer.

            Good, it’ll leave me the extra work in destroying this clique.

            Just then there was a staticy sound overhead coming from the four round speakers around the dining hall.

            “Attention, students. Elections for Prom Queen will be a week from tomorrow. The candidates are Kendra de Luca, Meaghan Soltz, Ivory Walker and Nastasya Witte. Remember to buy Senior prom tickets at the school store before prom night. That is all.”

            Kendra was blushing with pride, Nastasya was bowing her head over her salad and pushing around some greens, Gale looked scorn and Soomie was looking the dining hall.

            “Who’s Ivory Walker?” Soomie asked, turning back to the PD’s with a quizzical gaze.

            Meaghan shrugged without care and brushed her long curly hair over her shoulder. “She transferred here about three weeks ago, she's been sitting with the cheerleaders and their hangers-on.” She pointed at a slender girl with auburn hair and eyes to match. She was sitting at the end of the table talking to a guy from the football team and a cheerleader and had her endlessly long, pale legs crossed. “Wouldn’t she be an excellent addition to the Pretty Devils?” Meaghan asked them condescendingly, clearly joking and flaunting her superiority.

            “Why haven’t I seen her around?” Gale asked, sounding peeved. She was most definitely fuming about not being nominated for prom queen.

            “She doesn’t usually eat lunch in the dining hall,” Nastasya responded.

            Meaghan giggled. “She doesn’t usually eat lunch, period.”

            "She doesn't look sick to me," Nasty responded quietly.

            Gale looked from Nastasya to Meaghan, clearly wondering which one to believe. Then Gale’s eyes suddenly focused on something over Meaghan’s shoulder and her lips curved into a wolfish smile.

            “Hey, Topher.” The other three girls chorused.

            Soomie pushed her tray away and tucked a lock of shiny dark hair behind her ear. Gale tried to give Topher an alluring look with her dark brown eyes but ended up looking angry. Kendra tried to use her Italian charm by resting an arm on the table, gazing at him softly with her big eyes and discreetly fluffing her perfect, wavy dark hair.

            Meaghan turned her head to see the famous Topher Mackenzie strutting towards them with a cheeky grin on his face. He was the only thing keeping Nastasya from destruction. Everyone knew Topher. Every guy wanted to be him, and the girls wanted him (exhibit A; the Pretty Devil’s reaction to him). It was basic logic that if you were dating Topher, you were somebody important and lust-worthy.