She swung her legs out of the limo, her black flats pressing against the concrete sidewalk as she stepped out. Her white-blonde hair had been freshly curled that morning, and draped over her shoulders, trailing down her black cardigan as the hot pink bow clipped tightly into her hair slightly budged in the breeze. Her usually bright pink lips had been painted with vibrant hot pink lipstick, and blush lightly coated her cheeks, bringing a brilliant contrast to the sparkling silver earrings dangling from her ears. A blue and black plaid skirt clung to her waist as she stood, and a sigh escaped from her lips as her crystal blue eyes scanned Estonia Academy.

Andrea's plump pink lips curved into a vibrant smile that showed off her gleaming white teeth and illuminated her whole face. It was the start of a new year, and the girl couldn't have been more excited. She was a Queen Bee, the Queen Bee, and it was time for her to regain power over her subjects, especially the newbies. Andrea ruled her kingdom with a pink bow and an iron fist, and this year would be no different. Her peers would quiver and cower at the sight of her, and she would revel in it, just like she did every year.

With a small flip of her hair, she began walking, making sure to keep her shoulders back and back straight. Posture was the first rule in being Queen- slouch, and it'll make your kingdom think you're someone worthy of being messed with. And that was something Andrea most definitely wasn't. As she passed by students, her smile dropping into a look of superiority, she couldn't help but notice how their heads turned to stare after her and how their conversations immediately went silent. It was the effect she'd had on them since freshman year, the effect that showed just how condescending she was among the crowds of people her age. It was something that came naturally to her, something that she had never had to perfect, simply because she didn't need to. Even though she was merely in her junior year of high school, she made every single senior quiver in fear at the sight of her.

Soon, she reached the steps, which were simply piled cement. In the eyes of someone new to the school, they were just steps, something to walk on, and nothing more. But to someone who had spent at least one day attending Estonia Academy, they were so much more than that. They were the Queen's throne. They were a representation of her everlasting power and rule she held over the school. No one could sit higher than her, and no one could dare question her sitting on them. Otherwise, they would be outcasts. No one would be allowed to speak to them. Because questioning the Queen was as good as betraying and backstabbing her. And Andrea couldn't have that. 

Flicking out her skirt to get rid of wrinkles, she sat down on the steps, her right leg crossed over her left. Her minions- or most trusted advisors in medieval times- saw her, and hurried to sit directly under her. Andrea barely glanced at them. They looked so eager to hear what she had to say, and followed her wherever she went. It reminded Andrea of puppies, eager and ready at their master's beck and call. It almost disgusted Andrea, but she didn't really care as long as they listened to her. And they did, because if not....well, no one wanted to know what would happen if they didn't.

"Is it time to...?" Maria, the newest minion, asked, excitement flushing red into the girl's face. She was always so happy about everything, and Andrea didn't like it. How could a girl so cheery be able to master the fiery revenge that bonded the Queen's team together? Andrea was most definitely regretting adding the girl to her posse. 

"No, Maria," Andrea said in a bored voice, "We need to wait until lunch, remember?"

"Oh....right...." the brunette replied, her face registering bleak disappointment. 

Andrea closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, trying to keep her lady like composure still and firm. She burned to lecture the girl with a fierce attitude and a string of harsh words, but remembered that if she did, Maria would most definitely go crying to her father, who would tell Andrea's father, and that was something she simply could not have. So when she opened her eyes, she just shot a terrible, malicious glare to the girl before readjusting her bag.

Now, what Maria had been asking was of high importance. She was asking if it was time to scout and choose the girls of the school, to nitpick and judge their outfits, their GPAs, how rich they were, where they had spent their summer, and how their personality registered to the school. It was a pageant, really, but in this pageant there were multiple winners and losers. The winners, those who would not be treated like nobodies unless Andrea had an impeccably large bone to pick with them, were called the Perfects. The losers, the Victims. They were sorted at lunch time, standing at the bottom of the steps while the Queen and her minions assessed the portfolio the girl had given to them. Andrea simply loved to watch them squirm under her intense, emotionless gaze. It brought her an extra rush of superiority, and extra rush that showed that she was in charge and would stay that way.

Andrea was opening her mouth to say something to her minions when her eyes were covered and she couldn't see anything. Surprise entered her, and suddenly a husky, dark voice that she absolutely, positively loved murmured, "Guess who?"

Her lips curved into a smile, and before she could answer, warm, soft lips pressed against hers, sending warmth shooting through her body and a shot of electricity firing through her bones. She barely had time to kiss back when the hands pulled away, and she turned around to stare at her boyfriend, Jasper. He looked so handsome, with his deep black hair and light tan skin that glowed against the blue backdrop of the sky. His uniform hugged his body, straining against his toned arms and showing off his broad, solid chest. His brown eyes twinkled with amusement as he looked at her, and she felt her face soften. She stood up, moving closer to him.

"Hey, Jasper," she mumbled, hand going around the nape of his neck as she kissed her boyfriend. It felt so good to kiss him, and see him for that matter. They had been apart all summer, him in Croatia and her in Santorini. And she wanted and needed him. Now. Another dose of Jasper Lee Collins, her knight in shining armor. He was her everything, her first love, and her only. She was the Queen, and he was consort. After all, another King ruled the school. Jasper's best friend, Lucas Hilan. The bad boy of the school. Andrea may not have been someone worth messing with, but Lucas was on a whole nother level of fierce. He was the King of revenge, the male version of Andrea. And although they shared that talent, Andrea hated him to the core. He was evil, backstabbing, rude, flirty, demonic...

Just like her.

But she shouldn't be thinking about him at a moment like this. She was with her boyfriend, on her steps, kissing him so intensely that her whole body was electrified to the max. When she pulled away, his hands pressed firmly to the small of her back and her arms wound around his neck, he leaned forward, touching his forehead to hers. "I missed you," he mumbled, and she smiled. 

"I missed you, too," she replied, her right hand going to touch his cheek gently. "How was-"

The chime of a bell cut her off, and Andrea sighed, pulling away from Jasper as his arm went around her waist as they walked into the school. "We can talk about that later," he said as they weaved through the crowd, lost in the human current, "How about lunch?"

Andrea almost said accepted his offer, but then realized what she needed to do. "I can't," she sighed. "I have to sort out the girls today, remember?" 

Jasper nodded. "Yeah, I forgot. How about after school then?" he asked as they reached her locker, and he let go of her only to take a hold on her hand. "My place?" he smiled mischievously, pressing a kiss to the inside of her palm just as she opened her mouth to playfully scold him. But before she could, he said an 'I love you', and then entered the crowd once more to get to his own locker. Andrea rolled her eyes playfully and unlocked her locker, setting her book bag inside of it and taking out her binder and other essentials. After zipping up her backpack and closing her locker, she headed to the first class on her schedule: Language Arts. 

Andrea walked briskly into the classroom, noticing how the seats were arranged, as usual. Names were placed on sticky notes and slapped on desks, meaning she would have to find her desk. Ugh. She walked past multiple desks, looking for her name, and didn't prevail until she came upon a desk located in one of the middle rows, on the left side of the room. She sat down, placing her things inside of the desk, and regained her perfect posture. 

It was then that she noticed the name placed on the desk beside hers, a name that brought an immediate, detailed scowl to her beautiful face. Andrea hoped he wouldn't be here today, that he would be passed out in his hotel room, drunk from all the alcohol he'd consumed. No, Lucas wasn't an alcoholic, but this was just something he'd usually do the night before school started. A ritual of sorts. 

One that Andrea dearly hoped would make him late for school today, and have him miss first period.

And just like that, her hopes were dashed, because he sauntered through the room, an air of superiority just like the one Andre had bustling in a cloud around him. It seemed as though he already knew where he was going to sit, because he almost immediately went beside her and plopped down, leaning back in his seat lazily. When he caught Andrea's scowl directed at him, he smirked and said, "You know, if you keep your face like that long enough it'll freeze like that forever." This just made her frown deepen, and she spoke with a haughty, extreme attitude. "Well, maybe if you weren't in the same room as me it wouldn't be there," she hissed, and he rolled his eyes. "Listen, Andrea, do you really think I want to be sitting next to you, either? I hate you just as much as you hate me. You're pathetic, irresponsible-"

"And still better than you," she shot back, and he glared at her, returning her malicious look.

"Don't test me," he warned, and she stopped. She hated to admit it, but Lucas had more power than she ever could. He was at the top of the food chain here at Estonia, and she was directly under him, a position that she hated dearly. Andrea may have been a Queen that you shouldn't mess with, but the King was a man who killed you if you did. He was cold, cruel, and merciless. And another thing Andrea hated to admit- she kind of admired and envied that about him. 

"That's better," he said, and another bell chimed, signaling the class to start. For their first day to officially start.

It only took a moment of the teacher speaking for their pencils to hit the paper.

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"We'll get back to you," Andrea spoke, her voice loud enough for the blonde girl to hear. Her rosy cheeks heated as she nodded at the Queen, and she flounced away quickly, her short pigtails swinging in the air as she did so. Aside from the girl's dreadful choice of attire, she was quite qualified in the other topics. She had spent her summer in Vienna, her father owned one of the most successful movie production companies in the world, and her mother was a famous musician. But the clothes she was wearing- tasteless brown pumps, a tacky yellow necklace, and two bright baby blue bows on her uneven pigtails- begged to differ with her being a Perfect. She would be one of the hard ones to choose from, and such a decision required the help of her minions.

"Next," Andrea called out in an extremely bored voice. A girl with dark skin and a high ponytail stepped towards them so that she was directly in front behind the first step, and gave her name. "Anya James," she called, her voice firm, steady and powerful. Andrea nodded, holding her hand out to Sarah, another minion, who quickly found the girl's portfolio and gave it to the Queen. Andrea cracked it open, looking down at it. It surprised her at how impressed she was with the girl- Anya. She had spent her summer in Spain, her father was a famous actor and her mother a fashion designer. Andrea then looked at the girl's outfit. She was wearing a tasteful dark blue Gucci slingbacks, iridescent earrings of the same color, and a black headband that slightly blended into her hair color, making the style even more sleek. In an instant, Andrea decided on what she would be.

"Perfect," she yawned, and the girl flashed a bright smile that showed off her pearly white teeth. Andrea's eyes trailed after Anya as she walked away, and called out, "Next." A flouncy girl with an extremely messy bun and caked on makeup stepped forward, and Andrea's face contorted into a horrified expression. She didn't even receive the girl's portfolio before the word 'Victim' had left her lips. The girl's smile dropped, and she shot a glare towards Andrea before stiffly walking away.

Andrea sighed, looking at her minions. "Sarah, how many more are left?" she asked, and the girl quickly counted the portfolios before looking back at the Queen. "Three more to go," she stated, and Andrea nodded, pursing her hot pink lips together. She called, "Next!" and a girl with fiery red curls tamed into a low side bun stepped forward. Her name was Raegan, she had spent her summer in the Caribbean Islands, her parents were both actors, and her outfit was acceptable. She was instantly made a Perfect, and so was the girl after her. The last girl was a Victim, and she was quite angry about the predicament, yelling a string of curses at Andrea before walking away in her baby blue high heels, which she tripped in after the second step.

The Queen looked at Rachel, another one of her minions, and asked, "How many?" the question may have been asked simply, but it would take a long answer. Andrea was asking how many Perfects there were, how many Victims, and how many people they needed to get back to. Rachel looked down at the clipboard she held, counting, and after a few minutes she answered, "Twenty-six Perfects, Forty-eight Victims, and nine people we need to get back to." She said it all in one long breath, and exhaled deeply when she was done.

"Who do we need to get back to?"

"Layla Sanders, Mariah Jameson, Kathleen Arden, McKenzie Koyola, Jennifer Adams, Monica Lopez, Cara Jordan,  Tanya Geta, and Michelle Ataliene." 

"And they're all coming back here tomorrow to get fully sorted?"

"Yes, Andrea."

"Good." The bell rang, and Andrea stood up, looking at her minions, the four of them. Sarah, Maria, Rachel, Phoebe. They were the prettiest, most popular girls in the school, who were the best Perfects Andrea had ever made. Even Maria. They would do her bidding without a second thought, and Andrea loved it. She revelled in it. They were exactly the kind of people she needed behind her, people who knew not to go against her.

"Well, ladies, it looks like lunch time is over. You're dismissed." At her word the girls stood up and scurried to their classes, Andrea taking her time walking. She made it to her last day of the class, history, just before the bell rang for it to start, and sat down next to her best friend, Sienna Wilson.

"A!" Sienna smiled widely, jumping out of her seat to hug Andrea, who laughed and hugged back. "How's my favorite Queen Bee?"

"Tired, Fierce, and Vicious as always." Andrea grinned, and Sienna laughed. "You'll have to tell me all about it when-" 

The bell rang, signaling class to start, and they both sat down as the teacher began to speak.

"From year 1419 to 1513, the the age of exploration and discovery was in it's prime time. As you know, North America was founded in year 1492 by Christopher Colombus, or Christoph Colon in Spain and Italy. But how and why he decided to sail is an interesting topic..."

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After class, Andrea and Sienna held their binders firmly to their chests, walking to their lockers, their laughter echoing in the halls as they did so. Their lockers were two halls apart, so Andrea dropped Sienna off at hers before walking to her own, where she quickly unlocked it and took her bag out, sticking her binder inside. She the swung it over her shoulder, walking outside, where Jasper was waiting for her. At the sight of him a smile illuminated her face, and she ran towards him, jumping into his arms.

"Hey, gorgeous," he said, smiling at her. She returned the look, and intertwined their fingers as they walked to the limo that was waiting to pick him up. He opened the right door, letting her slide in first before he followed in after her.

When they got to his house, a large mansion located near her neighborhood, they got out of the car and began to walk towards the house, up the steps until they were finally out the door. Jasper unlocked it, and they strode inside, kicking off their shoes for the maid to get and setting their bags down. Without a word they quickly went up the stairs to his room, where Jasper opened the door. 

Andrea looked at him once they were both in, watching as he shut the door. When he turned, looking at her, she stepped forward, pressing her lips against his, and that was all it took. Suddenly her hands were in his hair and he was taking off her jacket as they devoured each other's lips, kissing intensely.

"I missed you," she breathed between a kiss, immediately going back for more.

She could feel him smirk against her lips when he spoke. "You already said that."

"Shut up," she murmured, "That's an order."

"Long live the Queen," he replied, as they tumbled onto his bed.

As soon as he spoke the memories came flashing back.

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