We strutted down the hallway, eyes glued to us from every corner. Naturally—they knew we always dress to kill.

We’re literally always the talk of the school—and the hottest cheerleaders, of course.

Well… also classified as the mean girls. We’re not really mean—we’re just… uhm, not nice. There’s a huge difference. We just put anyone who tries to get in our way down. Take Diana, for example.

I mean, she’s a transferred student. They met in grade 10. I’ve known ...