The Rules of Being An Alpha - Redhead16MLM MLM (life books to read .TXT) 📗

heard girls sharing the video. "Wow, she's such a dork. What guy would like that ugly face anyway? She needs to shave that lip and chin, get some more cash, spend it on perfume and makeup, and find somebody else." Gretel got an idea. A makeover! She knew that would catch Bryan's attention in no time flat. His idea of beauty, she figured, was Gisele, Stella, Kristen, Massie, and Alicia. She almost forgot La Shonda. La Shonda was Nylandra's cousin and a very beautiful girl. She always showed some skin. Cleavage, belly, legs, arms. Bryan wouldn't know what hit him. That's what almost everyone thought. Finch felt like his insides were going to explode. He loved Gretel so much. Why couldn't that so-called jock see what he saw? He hated Bryan Miche so much and was so jealous he wanted to punch him in that flat belly of his. Finch couldn't believe it. He was in the middle of a huge diet and workout routine plan. He wondered if it would be for nothing. Or something. He needed something. He needed a girlfriend. He needed Gretel. He wanted a flat, muscular torso and chest. Stella stared at the video. She felt like laughing for three reasons. One, Bryan liked HER. Two, he'd dated Gisele then chose her. Three, she was the hottest girl in school with awesome parents and everything she ever wanted. "Maybe Bryan was a little too soft. That little slut is crazy." Gisele said. Gretel heard every word, and every word was like a stab in the heart. "Hey Gre-tel, how's your brother Hans-e-l? Did the witch think you would be sour because of your ugly features?" somebody said. Nylandra guffawed. Gretel grabbed a razor, dry-shaved her leg, and sobbed. She was afraid to cut herself because somebody might notice. She'd wanted to do it since Bryan turned her down. The bell rang, and Bryan stared at the computer in front of him. He wanted to work on his assignment, but couldn't type correctly. Besides, he was starving. His midsection felt empty and uncared for. "Something wrong, Mr. Bryan?" asked Mr. Jackson. "I-I suppose I'm just hungry," he said. Mr. Jackson raised his eyebrows. "Did you eat breakfast?" "No." "Then give me a hall pass." "Really, sir?" "Yes. Now eat quickly, because I don't want food on my computer." Bryan gave him a pass, and he signed it. When he was younger, he used to think Mr. Jackson was related to Michael Jackson, because he was black and his last name was Jackson. Mr. Jackson was a good friend and ex-teammate in high school and college. Mr. Jackson gave up football for computers, something Bryan didn't understand. He walked down to the vending machines and stared at the options. Nuts, crackers, chips, cookies, chocolate, gummi bears and worms. He chose some chocolate milk and chips. Gisele wrote the assignment, Page 789 Problems 2-9, in her planner. She hadn't seen Bryan and Finch fighting, but she heard. Finch was there in the room with her. They had math together. While her teacher read a PlayGirl magazine, she stole her chance She wrote a note to Finch. 'did u & Bryan rely fite' 'Yes.' 'Y' 'He broke my love's heart. That jerk had it coming to him. He deserves to be kicked out of the popularity club and expelled.' 'OMG! u stll like her?' 'Yes. I don't expect you to understand, you heartless whore.' Gisele opened her mouth in shock. NOBODY had ever called her heartless whore before! She texted all her BFFS. Not including Stella and Victoria. Nylandra was shocked. 'OMG! did u call him a nerdy dork?' 'No, but i shold!' She leaned forward and whispered it. The whole class, including the teacher, laughed. "DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT AFFECTS ME?" Finch shouted. The teacher told him to go to the office. Finch told the principal what had happened. "Even Mrs. West laughed?" she asked, surprised. "Yeah, and I said 'Do you really think that affects me?' so everybody could hear." The principal grinned. "I'm proud of you for sticking up for yourself. I'll talk with Gisele and Mrs. West. By the way, what happened between you and Bryan Miche?" "Gretel told him she loved him, and he turned her down." "Let me guess: You dated her and still love her and want her to be happy? And she bought wedding rings for her and Bryan?" Finch blushed. "Exactly." he said. She set him loose, and he went back to math. The principal, he thought, is very pretty. The old principal got arrested for helping a criminal. The new one was from either Cuba or Puerto Rico. He didn't know. Tracy laughed at Tom Farlo's joke. He was getting ready for weight lifting/Ab Building, a new course introduced by the original principal. "Hey, and what's the deal with six times six. Six times Six equals Sex by Sex." Tracy turned red and giggled. This guy was easy to flirt with, even in sweaty gym clothes. She didn't get why other girls warned her to stay away from him. He seemed really nice. Bryan wanted to hold Stella. He knew that Gisele would be planning something to ruin her reputation, and possibly his. He didn't want that. He knew how much it stings to be bullied. He'd been punched, provoked, rumored about, called names, tortured, and his parents never would leave him alone. Not now, either. His mom wanted him to become a lawyer. He figured the only reason people went to Harvard Law School was because they didn't have anything else to do. Becoming a lawyer is actually hard, and some people would rather be in something else, but because of pressure, mainly from parents, that wasn't happening. His father wanted him to be an artist like Picasso. Bryan and his mother couldn't help but roll their eyes. No way Bryan could draw guitars like Picasso. He typed away on the computer. Most of the time Mr. Jackson let them do whatever as long as they followed school rules. Bryan was on Google, asking about football players. Next, Babe Ruth and Satchel Paige, two great baseball players. He found a lot of information. "They still sell these?" he asked, chuckling. "Satchel Paige bobbleheads? Of course. You'd better get off that site now." the girl beside him said. She was right, Mr. Jackson was three feet away. He clicked off the site. When Mr. Jackson left the room for a few minutes, hearing a fight down the hall, everybody relaxed and chilled out. Secretly, Mr. Jackson was Bryan's favorite teacher. He was nice and knew his family. Bryan thought a minute. He went onto howtogetridofher.com. "Crazy ex?" Michelle, the girl beside him, asked. "Sort of." he said. She nodded. "That sucks," she said. She should know. Michelle was sort of Bryan's casual friend. They used to flirt, and that sort of stopped. Michelle got a stalker and Bryan found Gisele. Secretly, Michelle sort of liked Gisele. She was nice to her. She knew that was because Gretel had called Michelle a Queen Bee, and Michelle called her an obsessive Tw*t. Not a twit, the other word. Gisele figured her standards would have to rise a little bit. Fashionwise. New York City is a trendy city. Only the gorgeous, bold, and trendy deserve it. That kind of thinking is exactly whaat got her her title. Plus, she was a mean girl. Stella, mean. Nylandra, meaner. Gisele, meanest. She had already ruined several people's reputations. Beauty. Love. Laugh. Live. Dream. Pink. Her motto. Her mottos were kept on a sheet of paper. Pink, of course. She was surprised when Fand entered the room again. Of course he told the principal the truth!! Gisele slapped her forehead, secretly.Part of her plan was ruined. She would have to make up a story, or suck it up and serve detention.'wat do i do?' she asked Nylandra. 'tell her Finch called u a heartless whor, or suck it up' Nylandra said. Gisele's plan would have to change a little bit, but it was worth it. Mr. Bell rang. Gisele got up and walked out. She decided to find Bryan. She texted Stella and Nylandra her plan. Not including the part when Stella entered the plan. Bryan figured he just needed time to settle down. Gisele was planning to ruin Stella's reputation, and it might have been his fault. He had to warn Stella. He called her while he was in a bathroom nobody went to, because of supposed ghosts. And yes, there was ghosts there. Bryan didn't care. While the ghost of who-knew-who watched him by the urinal, Bryan desperately tried to call Stella. He had to leave a voice message. He ended the call. He decided he'd call her after school if she didn't call him first. Heart fluttering, he walked out of the bathroom with a shred of dignity. Stella felt her phone vibrate in her bag, but she ignored it. A FIGHT! She wrote down all the fights today. Finch and Bryan, Sarah and Hannah. Sarah thought Hannah had her boyfriend's phone number, and was calling him to break up with her and get in bed with Hannah. Finch and Bryan had gotten in a verbal fight about Bryan and Gretel. Gisele made Finch feel worse. Now the fight was between Nylandra's sister and her boyfriend's ex-girlfriend. Nylandra tried to break them up. But when a fist flew, she couldn't do much more. Chanel, Stella's toy fox terrier, a real dog, and Ivonna, her Persian cat, sat on her bed. Ivonna jumped on the vanity and sniffed at some facial cream. Makeup brushes stood out in a sea of bath salt in a plump vase. She then trotted over to her desk. A computer, a magazine, office supplies. A pen with pink faux feathers and fur. Ivonna knew that Stella would need her and Chanel soon. Her heart would be totally broken. Poor thing.Gisele walked to lunch feeling halfway between satisfied and nervous. She could get in trouble for doing what she did to Finch. She grabbed Vitamin Water and a small salad. Healthy lunch. Not very fattening, either. She hated the usual lunch, and she refused to take lunch from home. She sat in her usual A-list spot in the center of the caf. Nylandra, Stella, Vickie, and Lina joined her. "Okay, so you all know how it goes. The makeover business will be called GlamGirl, and we wil sell all kinds of products, starting with face makeup. Stel?" she said. "I've come up with a list of usual products in primers and foundation. I'll give an extra copy to Gretel. She'll be working extra hard for the same amount of pay." She grinned. "Or we could find another dork to do it, since your pretty pissed at the bitch." She told Gisele.Gisele grinned. "Totally." She thought for a minute. "We could use Careen, since she' s so desperate to be me." The other girls smiled in agreement. "Yeah, we could convince her she can be one of us if she does a 'few favors'. And she can do research and experiments we don't have time for." Nylandra said. Gisele grinned. She sent a message. 'We need u 2 do some favors. We're startmg a makeover company. U can take somebody's place or join us if u do this.' "Sent." she said. They all giggled. Tracy sat down beside Bryan. "Hey." "Hey." He was barely eating his hamburger, which his mom had made. She owned a popular hamburger joint. "What happened between you and Finch?" He sighed. He told her everything. Tracy just nodded. "She can be really...um..." "Bitchy? Confusing? Desperate? Weird? Dork?" said Jessica, a popular blonde. "Good words." Tracy said. "Aren't you from Cali?" asked Jessica, sitting across from her. "Yeah." Tracy told her. "Interesting. Hey, you want to stop by Cara's Deli later with me and my boyfriend? We wanted an extra person to go, but didn't