The Rules of Being An Alpha by Redhead16MLM MLM (spiritual books to read txt) 📖

know who to ask." Jessica said. Tracy grinned. "I'll see if I'm free." she said. She told her mother, who texted 'That's great! Have fun! Call if u need a ride!" Her mother was basically a teenage wannabe, and gave Tracy a lot of freedom. She rarely got in trouble. "I can go." Tracy said. "Cool. Tell me where you live, and I'll tell Rick to stop there." She turned to Bryan. "You want to go?" "Uh...sure...yeah. I'll text you my address." Jessica looked at Tracy. "Yours?" "Six two one three Rixt Avenue. House number is seventy seven eighty two. Got all that?" "Yeah. Thanks." Gisele showed Stella a video of two girls, a blonde and a black girl, fighting over the same guy. "And you're showing me this why?" Stella asked. "Because the black girl looked familiar." Gisele said. She'd planned answers in case she got questioned. The little whore wouldn't know what hit her. Finch Fand snuck over to Bryan's locker. He carefully wrote what he needed to on his locker. He knew he would show everyone, but he didn't care. He needed Gretel's love and trust. Nylandra knew about Gisele's plan. She decided to talk to Bryan then Gisele. She hoped he could stop her. She really did like Stella like a sister. Gisele may have acted like they were a clique at school, but they were tight in real life. Gisele's jealously and low self-esteem had gone too far this time. Nylandra approached Gisele, who was nibbling some apple slices from the machine."What's up?" Gisele said. And The Beauty Queen prepares for a fight. Nylandra thought. "Okay, Gis, talk. What are you gonna do to her? And why?" "Her reputation will be ruined. Let's say that. Bryan will want me for his girlfriend instead!" Gisele said. "But you were already his girlfriend! Besides, Stel would never ever ever date someone we've dated! It's one of the basic rules of friendship, and one of our rules. Never ever ever EVER DATE ONE OF YOUR FRIEND'S EXES WITHOUT HER PERMISSION!!! Stella knows that! Besides, you broke up with him!" "Whatever, Johns, it's not like she's gonna find out. You would never tell her." "But Bryan would." Silence.

 

After school, Tracy found herself wanting Tom Farlo there. She walked to her locker to get her stuff first. She opened her locker and stared in the mirror. Shiny nose. She reached for her makeup bag in her locker, but someone else got it first. "Anything good in here?" Tom Farlo asked, looking into the bag and looking at the makeup. Tracy laughed. "Don’t let my appearance fool you, I’m dangerous." She said. She walked toward him with a flirtatious look on her face. "Hey, I’m Italian." Tom said, putting the makeup behind his back. Tracy did not see him pull a tube of lip gloss out and stick it in his back pocket. She reached behind him. As she did, she accidently wrapped her arms around his waist. They locked eyes for a moment. Tom leaned forward to kiss her. Nervously, she pulled the bag out of his grasp. He regretted missing his first chance. So did she. "Well, I’ve got to go. Somebody’s waiting for me. I’ll text you later!" "See you." He watched her leave. Little did he know someone was watching him. Gisele and Nylandra.

 

"Un-bel-vieble!" Nylandra said. "Totally!" Gisele said. "And you know, maybe you’re right. This isn’t The Clique or anything. I’m not like Massie. You don’t have to be like Dylan, synchronizing her every move. Stella is kinda like Alicia though, beautiful but I think she’s trying to start her own clique." Nylandra rolled her eyes. "Just because she’s friends with Cassandra Yvieloc, that doesn’t mean she’ll become a slut like her." Cassandra was walking by and flipped her off.

 

Nylandra ignored her. This was major gossip. Tracy Prinn and Tom Farlo liked each other! Gisele texted Stella. ‘OMG! Doesn’t she kno wat hes like? Poor chick mite get her heart broken. Tht boy is bad news. I heard he drinks a lot.’ ‘Yea, I mean seriously, wat was she thinking?’ ‘Well, she IS from California. Shes a California girl, not a New York girl. She dosent know him.’ ‘Tru.’

 

"Why are you so happy?" Bryan Miche asked Tracy Prinn. "I’ll tell you later." Jessica grinned. "She’s in love, is what’s happening. I can tell by the grin." Bryan felt a hopeful shudder go through him. This girl was amazing, and he wanted her. But he couldn’t have her. At least not yet. Stella couldn’t believe it. Did Bryan Miche actually love this Californian-clueless-clearly likes Tom Farlo-flip flop loving girl? Well, he’d love her back soon enough.

 

Gisele opened her car door. She adjusted the mirror and played with the necklace Bryan had given her. It said Mine Forever. It had a picture of her and him together. Blond on blond. Perfect on perfect. Popular on popular. Nylandra got in the car. "Stel will be here in a minute. Maybe you should let her alone. I’ll talk to her when you drop us off." "Thanks, Ny." "No problem."

 

Bryan wanted to put his hand on Tracy’s smooth leg. Her beautiful hair slid perfectly past her shoulders. "Tell me about Tom Farlo." Tracy said, ruining Bryan’s fantasy. "Tom Farlo?" Jennifer glanced back. "Trust me honey, you do not want to get involved with Tom Farlo. He did pot for years, cheated on a girl, and said that anybody from California is a simple minded surfer with no taste." "I don’t surf," Tracy said. "I know. But seriously hon, don’t talk to him." "I’m s.ure those are all rumors." Tracy said. "No, they’re not. My dad’s lawyer worked for them for a while. When Tom’s dad beat up my brother, we sued them."Bryan wanted to hold Tracy, pull her close. Comfort her. But he was also nervous. Did she really like Tom Farlo? If she did, he had little chance. Tom Farlo was unpopular and not very liked, but he was good looking and quite a charmer. Gisele laid down on her cotton and silk comforter. Her mother owned a fish food company, and Daddy owned a good chunk of Aeropostale. Lucky Gisele got all kinds of discounts, even free stuff. When she got home, she took out her Apple laptop, and typed up a plan to bring Stella and Tracy down. She exfoliated and spray tanned quickly. She made her makeup extra sexy. She and Nylandra had concocted a plan to bring Tracy down but hurt Stella only a little. Stella thought she was so hot. Well, she wouldn't be soon.She'd have limp and frizzy hair, tired skin, messed up makeup, and Bryan would not want her anymore. Bryan's stomach leaped while he watched Jen help Tracy pick out clothes. Tracy picked up an extremely dorky dress. "Who would wear this?" she said, laughing. "My grandmother would make me try it on!" Jen said. "Hey, let's take a pic." Jen took her camera out of her Stella McCartney satchel and snapped a picture of Tracy posing with the hideous dress.Tracy soon found a pair of jeans she loved. She placed them in the cart the girls were sharing. The boys hadn't found anything yet. Besides, this was for Tracy, to help her let go of California and fit into New York. Alicia Keys song played through her head. She'd had a vacation to New York once, and she loved the city of dreams. Fashion designers, clubs, shops, cafes, musicians, boys, what could be better?Jen found a shirt that was half-Cali, half-New York. Trendy yet casual. The beautiful floral pattern was just what Trace needed. Trace loved it. She took a picture of herself posing in the gorgeous blue floral leafy blouse. The thin-yet-sheer-yet-covering shirt was absolutely perfect, and it looked great on her and flattered her hourglass figure. Stella wondered if Gisele would get after her. Gisele was hideous bitchy slut with no heart, and everyone knew it. She had come up with a plan to bring herself up and bring Princess Whore down. 　Gisele chose a tight strapless red dress with rouching. She picked up a pair of little black pumps, and diamond earring and a necklace. She'd worn his when Bryan asked her out at a formal dance. She hadn't worn it since he broke up with her and asked Stella out. She gazed at herself in the mirror and sexily puckered her full lips. "Gorgeous Gisele. When you will ever stop being gorgeous and smart and rich, I don't know.' Sure, she may have been vain, but she was also smart. She just chose not to show it.Tracy and Jen had managed to pick out at least ten outfits for Tracy. All of which managed to fit her, and were a reasonable price.

Not that either of them cared. The guys were bored, and found a seat reserved for bored boyfriends, along with a stack of assorted magazines, including a highly inappropriate one, one that Zach's mom would kill him for if she found out he read it. Tracy and Jen purchased the clothes, along with a Marc Jacobs handbag with fringe, and a pair of red pumps. Bryan flinched when he saw the shoes. Gisele had been wearing black pumps when he'd asked her out. His lips parted a little, and his glasses slid down his nose. Bryan was nervous as he walked to his front door half an hour later. Jen had insisted Tracy get a makeup consultation, which neither boy wanted to watch. Bryan knew he'd screwed up already with Gisele and Stella, and he didn't want to screw up more. 　　　　

Gisele busily browsed through the racks, searching for the perfect shirt. Nylandra browsed through the perfumes, sampling the most expensive ones. Gisele was already the second prettiest girl in school, but she wanted to beat Stella, and personally, Nylandra agreed with her. Nylandra was a loyal friend, but after what Stella had done, using her best friend's ex-boyfriend, Gisele deserved a little justice.A sight of curly blonde hair caught her attention.

"Oh shit! Gis, he's here!" Gisele looked up and saw the boy of her dreams. She retained her focus on the sexy shirts. "As long as he doesn't see me, we're good." she reminded Nylandra. Nylandra went back to the scents, choosing a BvlGari perfume. Extremely expensive, but totally worth it. She moved onto the makeup, leaving Gisele temporarily. Gisele found a pink floral shirt she adored, and held it up.

 

Forty dollars, and exactly her size. No need to try it on. She was pretty slim. She swayed over to a rack of skirts, and found a denim one, a purple one with ruffles, and a pink plaid one. She also found a white lace pencil skirt. Pretty. All her size. Nylandra now had bought a foundation and a perfume. And a mauve lipstick. She noticed her shirt was riding up a little. Oh, well. She had a flat tummy, and she wasn't worried about what Daddy would say if he saw it. He wouldn't say anything. He was laid back and chill. She was more worried about Mom saying something. Her mother was totally old-fashioned. While Daddy was the editor and CEO of a high-class magazine, her mother was a kitchen show host.　Not that she had a problem with it. Gisele's parents were both owners of a prestigious salon and spa company, so she got all the best products for free. And she got constantly pampered.

 

She could shop and spend millions of dollars and not make a dent in the account her parents set up for her. She got paid just to advertise her parents company. The name was Belle. Belle is the French word for beauty, and Gisele's parents were both French.Gisele took Nylandra to her house then went home. She found a parcel on the porch. She took it inside, figuring it was for her parents. She set her bags down and started to make some coffee. She saw the name on