Kayla hated it when girls prettier than her would get attention, love, even grades, because they were prettier than her. She had to work for everything she had, she had to study, to plan, to sacrifice things she wanted to get the things a nice pair of breasts and a cute smile could get you. It made her angry to see a short skirt get an A while her hard work would get an honest A-. It wasn't that Kayla wasn't pretty either, she just wasn't one to pursue being pretty over being successful, over being smart, and that made her less pretty.
So she woke up, and she had enough. 'Fuck the work' she said, as she tossed her books in a trash can. And fuck those people too.
She went to the mall, and spent all her hard earned money on herself. Bought bras which assisted, bought skirts which showed, bought make up which highlighted, and got a haircut which dared and accented. She then went home and put more work into her looks than she had ever put into her books, and she came out a model. She had no real interest in having sex, but she looked like she would, and maybe she would if it got her what she wanted, who knew. She felt a swell of self esteem as she stared at herself, which grew into self importance. She was going to make sure that she was The Girl on campus, that she was the top of the heap and she didn't care what she had to do to get her there.
When she walked down the hall and saw a girl she thought was a threat she didn't think twice to turn her wit, once used for learning, into a weapon to cut the others around her down to size. And when she was in the classroom she used her looks to make sure she had to do as little as possible. It was enough work being who she had become, holding off Karyn, keeping Zoe in her thrall, and leading the boys around drooling, she didn't want to have to worry about that school shit. The rivalry between Kayla and Karyn became a thing to see in the school halls, Kayla even tried to steal Jon from her at a house party on the same weekend that Karyn was to be crowned queen. To Karyn, being a hot bitch came naturally, like water down a hill, she knew the ways of power, of manipulating like a goth knows black. Kayla on the other hand was always learning, always scheming, always improving, it was a rivalry which would end in unpleasant ways.
