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Westchester, Starbucks

7:00 PM

Claire admired her reflection in the window of Starbucks and flipped her glossy white-blonde hair. She was going on her fist date with Cam since they'd broken up. And she's gotten a complete Pretty Committee makeover.

She was wearing a bomber jacket with a furry hood, juicy couture jeans and fur boots with pom poms. Her nails had been manicured, her hair had gotten a blow out and a hot oil treatment and they had bought her 4 new outfits, accessories and makeup at Chloe, Chanel, Daryl K., Hard Candy, Sephora, .Juicy Couture, and Louis Vuitton. They also gave her 50 for dates with Cam and other things money was needed for.

Her plan was to get a double chocolate chip frapachino at Starbucks and meet Cam at the ice rink were he insisted they went.

She stepped into the cool Saturday evening air after paying 6.35 for her coffee. She headed towards the ice rink and sipped her latte. After awhile 3 semi-cute guys walked by and smiled at her. She rolled her blue eyes and wondered if she looked that hot.

She pulled out her Sephora compact and gazed at her reflection. She wore Hard Candy eyeliner and mascara; her lips were glossy thanks to her MAC lip glass and her cheeks were rosy from her Sephora blush.

She smiled. She did look good, for her. She reached the ice rink and looked for Cam.

He was in the far corner tying his skates. He was wearing dark wash jeans (that looked ah-dorable on his small butt), a Hollister tee and his usual leather jacket.

"Ehmagawd." Claire gasped. She remembered what Massie said before she left for her date. Massie had told her to play hard to get.

She pinched her cheeks for a natural burst of color, fluffed her hair and swiped her lips with gloss.

She walked over to cam and smiled. "Hey Cam!!" He looked up and half smiled. "Hey." He said, standing up.

He lost his balance (thanks to his skates) and she graved his shoulders to steady him.

"Thanks." He said. Massie's words floated in her head. She ignored the words and leaned forward and kissed him, sweetly. She pulled away and he smiled brightly.

He gazed at her for a few seconds then snapped out of his trance and said. "You ready for seeing me skate really bad?" She laughed.

"Well I'm gonna go get my skates." She headed to the back of the rink. "Size 5, please?" She smiled at the lady. "Yeah there are different choices of shoes."

She held out a hockey skate in her right hand and a regular white one in her left hand.

"I'll take the white ones ." She picked it up. "10.00 for the next three hours." She handed the girl a crisp 10 dollar bill and changed into her skates.

Claire got in the rink and skated out to Cam. She spun and watched Cam struggle to stand on the ice.

She giggled and graved his hand and led him away from the edge that he was holding on to.

"If you're bad at skating then why did you insist we go on a date here?" She blushed when she said date. "I don't know… So we could laugh and have fun."

She smiled and hugged him he hugged back and they were standing there hugging. "I love you." Cam said. Claire pulled away and smiled at him.

Suddenly a girl skated into them screaming"Cam!" and knocking Claire on the ice. The girl had wavy black hair with cute clips holding her bangs back. She was wearing a long sleeved white tee from Hollister, skinny jeans and white skates.

She hugged him and kissed him on the lips. "Cam!" Claire called from the icy ground, "Who is that?"

Cam pulled away from the girl. "Nikki?" He asked. She nodded and smiled at him, giddily. "What the..." Claire gasped.