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[color=darkgray][indent][indent]A [url=http://cdn-ds.com/stock/2016-Mercedes-Benz-G-Class-AMG-G63-Akron-OH/seo/ECL2585-WDCYC7DFXGX242971/sz_64621/49612fd24916bee8941456aa40e23513.jpg]black Mercedes G-Wagon[/url] sped down the opulent streets of Beverly Hills, with Post Malone’s ‘Wow’ blasting from the speakers and making the whole vehicle vibrate whenever the bass dropped. [url=https://stealherstyle.net/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/Maggie_Lindermann01.jpg]A short, dark-haired girl[/url]sat behind the wheel, her oversized red sunglasses shielding her eyes from view while she tore down the road. [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/cf/1c/fb/cf1cfbd02b17381e13f3bc26981a421b.jpg]An even shorter girl[/url] took up the passenger seat, holding up her chubby-cheeked face against the window with a hand under her chin. While the driver enthusiastically bobbed her hand and sang along to the lyrics of the booming song, the passenger kept her eyes on the city speeding by, her morose expression a reflection of how this whole thing was making her feel.

A mere week previously, Valeria Cross’ life had been nothing but peaches and cream. She’d aced Sister Sylvia’s first brutal World History test of the semester, broken her own personal bench record at the gym and was seemingly making progress with the guy she’d been talking to when the news of her sister’s indiscretion broke out. What had started out as a rumor being whispered in the hallways became fact when both Benjamin Cross and Ariana Pistelli suddenly stormed into the halls of Marymount High School, wearing matching disapproving expressions and looking like a united front for what was possibly the first time in their daughters’ lives. A quick visit to the principal’s office confirmed the news of Stephanie Cross’ immediate expulsion from the catholic all-girls school, a family meeting confirmed Beverly Hills High as her new school... And the consequent transfer of Valeria to make sure Steph was kept in check.

While the older sister’s pristine life seemingly went up in flames at the news, the expulsion from Marymount hadn’t made a dent in the younger sister’s confidence. In fact, it had the opposite effect: raise the ego of the daughter of one of the most egotistical men in LA. She’d be making her arrival at BHHS with her head held high, and the confidence of knowing she could get away with anything. This was just another challenge life was throwing at her, and damned if she didn’t grab that bull by the horns and that dominate the son of a bitch.

[color=EF4651]“I can’t believe you’ve fucking dragged me into this mess...”[/color] Valeria muttered from the passenger seat after the prolonged silence between the sisters, letting out a resigned sigh and sitting upright in the plush leather of the spotless G-Wagon.

[color=8B008B]“Oh, cheer up, Sugar!”[/color] Stephanie replied cheerfully, grabbing her sister’s shoulder and playfully shaking it while keeping one hand on the wheel. [color=8B008B]“You should be [i]thanking[/i] me instead of moping around as if somebody died! You get to breathe the same air as your beloved AJ for a few months. Isn’t that a good thing?”[/color]

Sugar’s chubby cheeks flushed scarlet at the mention of AJ Tyler. [color=EF4651]“[i]Don’t fucking say that out loud[/i]! The last thing I need is to scare off the only person I know at that stupid school!”[/color] she pleaded with her younger sister, her doe eyes wide with panic.

Alfie James had been Valeria's very first friend in life, having met as toddlers during a play-date set up by their neighboring mothers. They’d been extremely close and practically inseparable ever since, spending as much time together as they could... Until Val's mother had married Danilo Pistelli, and the newly-formed family moved away. The two friends kept in touch on and off throughout the years, and made a point to visit each other at least once a year. The short girl had kept the news of her transfer to his school a secret, hoping to surprise him on her first day. It was the only plus side to this whole unfortunate situation.

Spice let out an amused cackle, driving past the gates of their new school and taking a left in the direction of the student parking lot. [color=8B008B]“Relax, Val! I’m not saying shit. My lips will be sealed as tight as your legs are,"[/color] the girl teased, shooting her passenger a cheeky wink.

[color=EF4651]“Yeah, because it was your open ones that got us into this mess in the first place,”[/color] Sugar snapped back without missing a beat. The banter between the sisters was so frequent that the quick comebacks came to them like second nature.

Stephanie’s cackle was even louder this time around. [color=8B008B]“We didn’t get that far. [url=https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DjDn5S7V4AApgoy.jpg]Ajani[/url] had her hand down the front of my skirt when fucking Turpin found us,”[/color] she mused, brows furrowing together in an annoyed scowl at reminiscing the incident that messed up her hookup. [color=8B008B]“And you know what?I bet you anything Turpin’s secretly a lesbian. [i]That’s[/i] why she interrupted us that day: because she was fucking jealous of what Ajani and I were doing.”[/color] the raven-haired girl added as an angry afterthought. Out of nowhere, Spice made an abrupt right turn, slammed the brakes and brought the vehicle to a screeching halt inside a once-empty parking spot. 

Smirking triumphantly, she turned to look at her big sister. [color=8B008B]“But that means jackshit now, doesn’t it? We’re in the Hills, baby, and we’re going to make this new school our bitch. So let’s go out there and show these people exactly who the Cross sisters are. Got it? There’s no turning back now.”[/color]

Sugar, of course, wasn’t the least bit motivated by Spice’s pep talk. She most certainly [i]wasn't[/i] the family socialite, and although she could always do enough to get by, the unpredictability of these whole series of events had really messed up with her . [color=EF4651]“Let’s just get this shit over it. I can’t fucking wait for graduation.”[/color] 

[color=8B008B]“Ugh, such a little Grinch!”[/color] Stephanie cooed, playfully pinching her sister’s cheeks until her hands were swatted away. With one last laugh, she opened the car door and jumped out. [color=8B008B]“See ya around, Sugar! I really hope you have an amazing first day,”[/color] Stephanie called out to Val, blowing the girl a kiss before slamming the door shut and strutting down to the school’s entrance.

Now alone inside the car, Valeria took the moment of peace, quiet and solitude to compose herself. From the second she'd woken up that morning, Sugar had felt a painful pit inside of her stomach: the tell-tale sign that her anxiety levels were at an all-time high. The last time she'd felt this nervous was when she lied to her mom about sleeping over at a friend's house, went night surfing instead and almost fucking drowned. The prospect of starting all over again at a new school at such short notice frightened Val immensely. All her life, she'd attended schools in which she knew a handful of people- individuals that made these big transitions a whole lot easier on her clinically-diagnosed anxious self. To be thrown into such a different setting- at such a crucial part of her school life, in such a random way- secretly had the young woman in hysterics.

But at the end of the day, Valeria Cross wasn't known for being a pussy. Much like her sister, the girl took on any challenge presented and made it her bitch. Hiking Mount Elbert in Colorado? Check. Benching her own weigh at the gym? Check. Following that cute boy from Brentwood School that she met at Zyla's party on Halloween on Insta? Check. Transferring to Beverly Hills High would be no different. She just needed a quick breather.

After a few minutes of breathing exercises, Val was finally ready to follow her sister's advice and face her new reality head-on. The long haired girl gave herself one last once-over in the rear view mirror, let out a deep sigh, exited the car and set out in the direction of the flashiest cars around the parking lot.

It was easy to pick AJ out from the group of teens huddled in front of their luxury vehicles. Sugar could spot that charming smile from a mile away, and his adorable laugh effectively gave her body temporary relief from her anxiety. The prospect of approaching him while he was surrounded by his friends was slightly nerve-wracking, but it was her best shot at pulling her surprise appearance. She could hear the pounding of her heart clearly in her ears, growing louder and louder with every step she took towards her crush. And when his friends finally became distracted, she hurriedly crept up behind him and gently covered his eyes with her dainty hands.

[color=EF4651]“[i]Guess who[/i]?”[/color] Val whispered softly in the boy’s ear, her smile masking the slight nervous tremble in her voice.[/indent][/indent][/color]