Confidently smiling, Shane let go of the girls and dragged her bag on the ground while walking. She gave the brunette a “what-up” look. “Check it out, blondie, three o’clock.”

Instinctively, Bette and Alice turned to their right, only to find a red head excitingly waving and handing over a box of chocolate.

“My three. My three.” Shane rolled her eyes.

Bette helplessly took the chocolate when Alice turned and whistled. “Yohoo, quirky fresh meat.”

“What? Where?” Finally the brunette got to take a look.

In a split second, cold brown orbs met the hazel ones. A strange feeling coursed through Bette’s mind. How strange, a girl in cheap clothes and no make-up in Marymount. She was interested now. Just when she was about to bring up her arm and the corner of her lips, putting up her irresistible charm to this new girl, the blonde blankly diverted her eyes away, turning her back to the confident stare.

Alice and anyone who witnessed the “big moment” sharply took in a breath. ‘How dare she?!’

No matter how the brunette claimed to hate attention, never had she experienced this total oblivion. She felt blood quickly rising to her face with embarrassment and anger, her rage mounting, her wrath surfacing.

She captured a passer-by that she didn’t resent as much, a goofy athlete girl named Dana that Alice liked to hang out with. “Dana, would you do me a favor and find out who that is?” She pointed to the retreating figure. ‘Attitude, huh? Two can play the game.’

“You got it.”

The girl responded with her cute silliness, which caused Alice to make a comparable stupid noise. “Awww…”

Tina put a hand on her chest to sooth her fast beating heart. That first eye contact was successful. But it was more intense than she had imagined. Now she got her attention and probably a bit hostile interest. Then what?

Chapter One

Shortly after the event in the garden, Bette made her way through the hallway to her classroom, encountering another crowd that was following a green-eyed British girl.

“Isn’t this your majesty Bette Porter?” Helena sarcastically spoke, her accent immediately driving the girls crazy. She didn’t like the mocha colored girl very much. For starters, her attitude. Helena believed in fame. She loved her crowd like no-one did. And seeing Bette’s impatience with them, she scoffed at that notion. ‘You really think playing ice queen is cool, huh? Typical mistake, darling.’