Apple woke in a daze. Her dark brown curls in her mouth and long legs sprawled on some gross beige couch, with no recollection of where she was. And no idea how she got there. How cliche. A sexy guy was knocked out on top of her. Clutching her waist and calling out for his mommy. She groaned and shoved him off, getting up and dusting her mini skirt and black tights. She looked around for her luggage--in the form of a blonde pretty bimbo equally delirious and hanging off an ottoman. She lugged the girl's arm onto her shoulder, the blonde groaned. Apple muttered something like "dumb bitch", then dragged the both of them into a mini red porche outside. It was already 5 am, and the headmistress would be making her rounds soon.

"What year is it,"

the blonde mumbled when they were driving, still half dreaming. Apple chuckled and turned on the radio, blaring 'Bad girls don't cry' through the window. Fields of grass zoomed by. Farmlands. Beautiful to an outsider, but uninspiring to these preppy city girls. Their hearts only glittered when the shiny lights twinkled on the skyscrapers ahead. London. And deep in Hampstead, Buckingham academy.

"Eliza, wake up loser,"

Apple nudged the blonde who was still in twilight.

"Ugh,"

she moaned and dragged herself up from a slouch, slapping down the sun visor and reapplying her pink lip gloss,

"what happened to Maddie and Betty," she muttered.

"Not there, probably went home with some guy."

Eliza played with the radio, switching to some slutty Brittney Spears song,

"Fuck if Betty's not there when we arrive we're all fucked."

"No shit,"

"Ugh and she's the headmistresses favourite."

Apple and Eliza were both American, Apple Italian-American, so of course the headmistress grew a soft spot for the only british girl in their dorm room. Not the that she acted british, the girl spoke like any LA slut.

"Oh fuck me,"

Eliza groaned, as they pulled up onto the academy, that very headmistress standing cross armed in front of an ancient gate, protecting winding old castle walls. Where generations of prestige families before them had attended to finish those four miserable years of their lives.

The headmistress had runs in her stockings, lipstick on her teeth, and crooked square glasses.

"Get out,"

was all she said, and the girls knew better than to argue. A footman took the keys from Apple, and drove the car through the back. The headmistress frowned harder on seeing their dress. Skimpy skirts, fishnets, and push up bra's. But Apple didn't flinch under her gaze. She was a storm in cherry lipstick. And the only ego bigger than her's was god's. So of course she took the lead as the headmistress led them through the historic gates, taking their walk of shame in stride, through throngs of student's on their way to breakfast along harrowing halls, openly gawking at Apple and Eliza's runny mascara and smudged lipstick. Apple just rolled her eyes, she knew they did worst.

"In,"

the headmistress commanded, as she pushed open the wooden doors to her office. The girls saccade in and plopped onto the cushioned seats. The headmistress took her time to her seat, sauntering around the mahogany desk and cleaning her spectacles with her skirt.

"Frankly girls, I am tired of this dance," she o'd her e's and skipped her r's like any respectable Londoner,

"Every time you're parent's call about your failing grades, and various tardies I am reddened with greater and greater shame of the light you are portraying our school,"

Apple and Eliza quietly giggled to each other. They knew what was coming next, what she always said.

"Some crack house for teenagers wanting to suck cock and do cocaine!"

She squawked every time she said 'cock' and it always made the girls laugh.

"This is no time for you to be so giddy," she chastised them,

"you're in big trouble this time missys."

They lowered their eyes and pouted their lips in innocence. The headmistress glared for about 30 seconds before she couldn't take it any longer. The three burst out laughing.

"You looked so serious!" Eliza told her, giggling into her hand.

"Yeah if she was some cartoon villain!"

Apple chimed and the three roared another round. When they finally died down, the headmistress prattled,

"Seriously though girls I'm running out of excuses! At least try to hide your antics better,"

"Sorry Mrs Briar, last night was seriously crazy," Eliza ranted.

She shoved her hand into her leather jacket and pulled a white baggy, slipping it across the table to Mrs Briar,

"I got you a little gift at least,"

the headmistress's eyes lit up, and she shoved the bag into her coat,

"that's a good girl, oh by the way I have some gossip about Angy, that girl you've been bitching with, you were right, she went down on Sarah a week ago, the video is spreading!"

Apple and Eliza gasped and snatched out their phones to check tumblr. Mrs Briar was right, caught red handed, Angy with a face full of fish. The three exclaimed their surprise to each other for 30 full minutes before the bell rang, and Mrs Briar shooed them out to do a line.

"I still can't believe how wrank Sarah is down there," Eliza told Apple,

"What did you expect, the bitch has titty piercings and a face tattoo."

They didn't even make it a full three steps out of the headmistress's office before they saw trouble in the form of three boys. The kings of Buckingham academy. Mateo, and Reggie in half button white blouses and loose ties would be a dangerous pair if one wasn't Eliza's ex, and the latter hadn't spread Betty's nudes. And standing at their head, black curly hair, an unfair jawline, and a russian tan. Cassian was sticking his tongue in the inside of his cheek and jerking his hand in front of his lips at Apple

"had fun giving head at the strip club last night? Didn't know they hired minors."

He was the most unforgivable of the three, bullied Apple all through middle school and almost drove her to a slit wrist in a bathtub their final year.

"Go fuck yourself Cassie," Apple stuck her manicured finger at him, and he laughed,

"so how much Mary? 20? 50? Do you charge more for blowies?"

Apple hated when he called her that. She smiled viciously, "It's a good thing you have daddy's money since the only way you seem to be able get it is by paying for it,"

that got a laugh from the two boys behind him, and before Apple could get a look at Cassian's reaction she dragged Eliza passed a corner.

"Assholes, what the fuck is their problem so early in the morning,"

Eliza huffed. Apple just shrugged her shoulder and pulled out a compact mirror to fix her lipstick.

"They're just feeling energetic after pegging each other last night,"

they both giggled as they entered the girl's dorms, but there was something heavier in Apple's laugh compared to earlier. She really fucking hated Cassian Butler. No, hate couldn't even fully encompass it. It was more like if they had a purge, he would be the first on her hit list. And when she stabbed his gut and watched the life drain from his eyes. Rather than feel disgust or regret. She would feel excitement. Not just because she hated Butler. But also because Apple Bloodworth wasn't a very normal girl herself.