Reese's POV

It's fücking hot as hell outside.

Like four twenty blaze hot.

"Damn Marcus you need to get your air conditioner fixed," I grumbled sprawled out on his living room floor. 

"You got air conditioner money?" He asked lighting up a cigarette. He offered me one but I shook my head. I tried not to make smoking cigarettes a habit.

"Your mom can't get it fixed? I thought you guys had all that money your dad left behind?"

"She fucking spent it all on crack," he made a disgusted face.

"Again?"

"Yep again."

Marcus's mom was a crack addict and we suspected she did prostitution, although she never admitted to it. He had a pretty rough home life especially since his dad had been arrested a few years back for drug dealing.

"I need a new way to make money," he sighed. "My job fired me."

I sat up. "What the hell. Why?"

"Said they had too many employes and needed to let some go."

"That sounds like bullshït."

"I know," he rubbed his temples.

I studied him for a second. "You know there's always-"

"Stop right there. I am not dealing drugs."

"It's the only way!" I exclaimed. "Do you even have rent money? Or did your mom blow through all that too?"

He closed his eyes. "I just don't want to follow in my dad's footsteps."

"You won't. It's just for a little while." He stayed quiet. "Tell you what. I'll deal with you."

He opened his eyes. "Are you serious? If your parents found out they'd kill you. Plus isn't that how Val-"

He stopped when he saw the look on my face.

"Shït," he cursed. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine," I replied tightly. The urge to smoke was now strong.

"Look," I ran a hand through my hair. "We'll deal this summer and see how it goes. I could use a little cash to play with anyway."

Marcus breathed deeply through his nose. "Fine."

"We'll start small. How does weed sound to you?"

"It sounds lovely," he said sarcastically.

Krystal's POV

"The purple one or the blue one?"

"Definitely the blue. It matches your eyes."

I examined myself in the full length mirror. It's Dolce and Gabanna of course, I don't wear anything cheap.

"Those squats have paid off," Alexis nods her head appreciatively.

"I know right," I smile at the mirror and turn to examine my backside. "My ass looks great."

Rosie gives it a light smack and we all giggle.

"This is the one," I announce with finality. "Let's jet."

Number one rule of being Queen Bee: never arrive to a party on time. Be fifteen minutes late exactly, that way you can make a grand entrance.

When we walk into Charles house everyone stares. I can't really blame them, we are hot. I smile and flip my hair over my shoulder, slightly turning to show off my swimsuit.

"You look fabulous!" a girl compliments me. "I love that swimsuit!"

"Thanks Becky!" I air kiss her cheeks.

"Actually my name is- never mind!" She grins at me and Alexis shoots her a look as we walk past. It's unspoken but she's the 'mean' one of the group. I mean, I can be pretty vicious when I want to but I usually let Alexis handle that area. She holds the record for making exactly thirty seven girls cry in the span of a minute.

Rosie is the sweet, dumb one. Example: she still thought the Earth was flat. Once, when we went swimming at the beach, she was worried about swimming out too far because she didn't want to fall off the Earth. Alexis and I didn't bother to correct her.

We make our way out to the pool and I spot Josh just as he jumps into the pool. His friends hoot and holler.

Alexis bites her lip and I don't miss the way she self consciously runs her hand through her hair. I follow her gaze and it lands on a tall, well built, brown eyed, blonde haired football player. I step in front of her, blocking her view of him.

"Still pining over Sebastian Cole?" She jumps.

"Of course not," she scoffs.

I roll my eyes. "Stop lying to me, and stop lying to yourself. It's pathetic." She looks down and I turn around just as Josh jogs up to me, water droplets flying from his hair and clinging to his skin.

"Hey baby," he wraps his arm around me and pulls me in for a kiss.

"Hey," I breath against his lips.

"You look hot," his hand travels down to my ass. I smily slyly up at him.

"You look delicious. Almost good enough to eat," he laughs and leans in to kiss me again.

Josh and I have been dating for exactly two years now. We met freshman year and as soon as I saw him I was smitten. He was an athlete, good looking, and popular. Why wouldn't I be attracted to him? Obviously every Queen had to have her King, and Josh was mine.

He deepens the kiss and I don't even realize what's happening until I go splashing into the pool. I come up sputtering.

"Josh!" I yell.

"I had to," he chuckles bending near the edge of the pool. I grab his leg and yank him in.

He comes up splashing at me and I splash back. He goes for my waist hauling me over his shoulder and spinning around.

"Stop!" I'm laughing. I pinch his butt cheeks. He slaps my ass in response.

Finally he puts me down in the water and I pout at him.

"I hate you."

"No you love me," he pushes back a wet strand of hair from my face and kisses me. I wrap my arms around his neck.

What a perfect start to a perfect summer.

Hey guys!

I know how much y'all love Reese (don't worry I love him too, probably more than you do) so I'm happy to present to you the first chapter of his story with our beloved Queen Bee Krystal.

*blows out breath because I'm mentally preparing for the shït storm I'm about to present to y'all in this story*

Hopefully you enjoy their story as much as I do.

Xoxo,

G🌼

P.S. I know this is random as hell but as I was looking through my emojis I realized they have a pancake emoji but no waffles. And that's weird asf because everyone knows waffles are better than pancakes. Just sayin