The Sadistic Seven, Alyza [top reads .txt] 📗

I turned in time to see the double door entrance of the school burst open with a loud bang, the light blinded me momentarily. Blinking rapidly, I saw seven figures, glowing from the sun.

Everyone turned to stare. Some gasping, others looked terrified. The boys swoon while the girl had fright in there eyes. The figures stepped into the school, away from the sun.

Seven girls stood at the entrance, slight smirks on their faces, but they weren't nice smirks. The girls started walking, making everybody stand against the lockers to make room for them.

They all had blonde hair and blue eyes. Some light blue, some bright, and one with dark blue eyes. All of them were unbelievably gorgeous. Like, they just came from a modeling shoot.

All the girls' eyes roamed over the crowd, assessing us. The one in the middle that seemed to be the 'leader' met my eyes. Her eyes sparkled with evil mischief. Slowly, her pink lips rose into a smile and she nodded at me.

People around me gasped as she acknowledged me. The leader winked at me, smirking. The clacking of their heels sounded after they turned the corner.

"Yasmin Astre...just nodded at you." My sister, Elisa, said calmly, looking like she was about to have a heart attack

"Yeah. Who are they? Everybody seemed scared of them." I frowned before shrugging it off

"That, my dear, is for another time. We must get to class." Elisa hooked arms with me and dragged me off the class.

"So, you're not going to tell me who they are?" I asked Elisa as she pulled me into Art

"It doesn't matter. Just don't talk to them or look them in the eye and you’ll be fine." Elisa muttered as she sat down in the middle isle

I sat down beside her, "Why was everyone scared of them, Elisa?"

Just as Elisa was about to answer, they walked in. The girls. All seven of them.

All eyes followed them as they walked to the back of the class. They sat down silently and looked to the front of the class. Yasmin Astre looked at me, her eyes roaming over my face before looking to her left, whispering to the girl beside her.

The girl looked at me and shrugged, looking away.

"Who are they?" I asked insistently

"The one who nodded at you is Yasmin Astre, the leader. Number one bitch. The girl to her left is Remmington Astre, second in command she's not as mean as the rest. The girl to
Yasmin's right is Skylar Astre, third in command. Just as bitchy as Yasmin. The girl next to Skylar is Claire Astre, she's so mean! She doesn't talk to anyone but her sisters. The one to the left of Remmington is Naomi Astre, she's such a snob.

"The girl next to Claire is Arabella Astre, she's sort of nice. She's a gentle person. Now, the girl beside Naomi is Zaria Astre she's the nicest one even though all of them are evil." Elisa took a deep breath and smiled at me before glaring, "Don't talk to them. They're evil. Sadistic."

Rolling my eyes, I looked away from the girls and to my sister. "That's ridiculous! Have you ever even talked to them?"

"Yes! Well, tried. Claire pushed me and I fell to the ground. They just walked away, not even sparing little ole' me a glanced." She sniffed pathetically

"Mmmm." Was all I said as I looked back at the girls

Now, all of them were looking at me. Frowning, I looked away.

The bell rang and our teacher bounced into the room, grinning. This lady looks like a serial killer! Her eyes were wide, her smile looked like a psychotic one. Damn! She better lay off them pills.

"Hello, class! Today we're going to paint anything that comes to out mind. A person, place, things, dog, cat, person, COUCH!" She screamed the last part, laughing manically

I looked at her weirdly. Elisa nudged me, "Stop that."

Looking over at Elisa, I shot her a look. "This teacher's on crack."

"Shut up! She can hear you!" Elisa hissed loudly

"Something you guys would like to talk about?" The teacher bounced over to us, still grinning

"No, Ma'am." Elisa said politely as I scoffed

"You on crack?" I asked bluntly

The class chuckled and Elisa punched my arm. I glared at her, "Don't do it again."

"No! Why would you think that?!" The teacher asked with wide eyes as she frantically wringed her hands together

"Oh, no reason." I said sarcastically as I grabbed a paint brush and twirled it around in my hand

The teacher nodded her head fast and ran away, to bother another student.

"What're you going to draw, Faith?" Elisa asked me, standing up

I stood up, "Chace Crawford."

Elisa smirked, "Of course. You're like obsessed with him."

"Not obsessed!" I glared

We started walking over to the paint table, passing the seven girls. Their eyes followed me as I walked passed.

"They keep looking at you." Elisa whispered

"Thanks, Captain Obvious." I chuckled and grabbed my paint

Brown, blue, black, tan, and white. Elisa grabbed green, brown, yellow, and blue. I think she's drawing the outdoors.

We walked back to our seat, once again passing the seven. I could feel their eyes burning holes into my back. Turning, my eyes met Yasmin's and her light blue eyes twinkled with amusement. I eyed her for a minute before looking at Remmington. Remmington's lips curved into a small smile before she got up, walking to the paint table.

Then, they all got up to get paint, except Yasmin who was looking at her nails. Yasmin's eyes rose up to mine, her eyes taunting me. Taunting me to talk to her.

Arching a brow, I looked away and started painting.

When I was finished, Elisa scoffed. "That doesn't look like Chace Crawford to me!"

I blinked and leaned back, out of my little world. Looking at my painting, I frowned. It was a picture of...Yasmin. I looked back at Yasmin and saw her smirking at me. She put her hand over my heart and mouthed, 'So sweet'.

My eyes narrowed slightly as I looked back at my painting. I could've sworn I was painting Chace Crawford.

Elisa shook her, "She's gotten to you."

"Nobody's gotten to me." I snapped angrily

Why the hell would I paint Yasmin?

"Sure." Elisa muttered, going to back to paint her grass

Rolling my eyes, I stood up and went to the sink, washing the paint brushes out. Arabella Astre walked up beside me silently and began washing her brushes out, too.

"What's your name?" Her voice was soft and velvety

"Faith Mackenzie. You?" I asked, already knowing her name

She laughed lightly, "I'm sure you already know. Elisa has quiet the mouth. She needs to learn how to whisper." Her voice grew slightly hard at the end

"Yeah, sorry for her. She speaks bad about everyone." I lied, defending Elisa

Arabella's bright blue eyes met mine as she smiled softly, "No need to lie, Faith Mackenzie. We will always know when you lie." Then, she walked away.

What.

The.

Hell?

The rest of art was very awkward. Ever since Arabella told me they would always know when I was lying, I was very uncomfortable.

Elisa and I walked out of class together, at a calm pace.

"What did Arabella say to you?" Elisa asked curiously

"That they'll always know when I'm lying." I muttered, glaring ahead of me

"That they'll always know when you're lying? That's creepy." Elisa shiver and grimaced

"I know." I sighed and walked into the library

I have study hall right know. Don't see how I need it seeing as I'm new and I've only had one class. I sat down at one of the circle table and pulled out my ipod, plugging my earphones in before putting them in my ear.

Lyfe Jennings 'Must be nice' blared, making me wince and quickly turn it down. I drummed my fingers to the beat and mouthed the words.

Suddenly, my music stopped. I looked down and saw that it still said it was playing. Frowning, I check my earphones. Someone sat down across from me and I looked up, my eyes landed on Yasmin.

"Hi...?" I frowned and looked back at my ipod

My ipod went flying in the air, into Yasmin's hand. She examined it, "Something wrong?"

The tone of her voice made me thing she had something to do with it

"Nope. May I have my ipod back? Please." I tacked on the please, smiling sweetly

"Sure." Her voice was sweet, gentle but with an edge to it

She handed it back to me, a Mona Lisa smile on her face. Yasmin's eyes squinted a little as she looked at my eyes.

"Blue or green?" She asked

"Both." I answered shortly

"Mmmm." She hummed before chuckling, "Do you not like me, Faith Mackenzie?"

I shrugged, "I don't know you."

"Ah." She nodded, "I would've though your sister, Elisa, would have told you everything about me down to the birthmark on my thigh." She laughed lightly, flicking her blonde hair away from her face

"Elisa didn't tell me everything." I stated, "Don't really care to know everything about you." I lied, wanting to know everything about the seven girls and why everyone was scared of them

"You're lying." She stated, blinking at me. "You want to know everything. Everything about my sisters and I. The question is, Faith Mackenzie. Do you really want to know everything

?"

I blinked, "No, not everything

. Just why everyone is terrified in your guys' presence? How you will always know I'm lying? Why you guys always stare at me? You choose."

Yasmin smiled, "For your second question, we just know. For your third, because we can."

"My first?" I asked

Smirking, she stood up and pushed her chair in. She pulled her pink long-sleeve shirt down, covering her stomach again. Turning around, she started walking away.

"Hey! What about my first question?"