"I want Josh Hotz." Dylan Marvil said matter a factly. The girl she told this to looked at her quizzically, not quite sure how she fit in the redhead's wish.

"I don't know him." she told her folding her arms.

"You have seventh period with his sister." Dylan stared the girl down, her green eyes like lasers.

The girl imagined her Psychology class, and remembered the dark haired, tan skinned, Josephina Hotz, nicknamed Joise. But the girl shook her head and told the older girl, "What does that have to do with anything? And how do I fit in your quest for Josh?"

Dylan tapped her shoulder, and laughed. "Silly Claire, you're going to get him for me."

Claire Lyons, had never been asked, or rather, told, anything as strange as that. Let alone by a complete stranger. Claire had just relocated with her family to Westchester, NY merely a month ago. She was a Floridian, who grew up in one of those little suburbs where she knew everyone in her class, and went to pre-school with most of them. People were sweet and nice, and everything was homey. There were no shady dealings with senior redheads in the bathroom. To be honest, Dylan's striking crimson hair was the only reason why Claire even knew who she was. Yet, she was sought out Claire in the bathroom, knew her name, and was asking her to help her get a boyfriend.

"Wait what? Are you on something?" Claire searched the girl's face for signs of intoxication. But all she got was beautiful olive skin, dramatic black eyeliner, and pink lips. "I don't know these people. Or you for that matter."

"I know!" Dylan said happily as she leaned on the porcelain sinks. "That's what makes you perfect."

"Why because no one will know that I'm working on some twisted plan for you? Josh won't be swayed by any reputation I might have? If he rejects me, I won't have a ruined reputation?"

"I knew you were smart. Josh Hotz hasn't dated a girl from Westchester in years. It's because he recently turned gorgeous, and girls don't know how to handle that. You, you are that girl. You aren't attracted to him are you?"

"No. He's a pretty boy." Claire wrinkled her nose. In Florida, she was a nobody, and boys that looked like Josh were the boys she dreamed of, but they hated her. So she in turn, hated them.

"It's perfect. If you seduce Josh for me, I will warn him that you're no good. And then, when you cheat on him, he will have to run to me." Dylan eyes were now sparkling. "You are going to break his heart."

Claire ran a hand through her hair, "Yeah, but what's going to happen to me? I will be labeled a cheater, and be without a boyfriend.-"

"He's going to be your pretend boyfriend."

"But what if I like him?"

"That won't happen. You aren't attracted to him remember?" Dylan winked.

"So I'll be alone?" Claire thought of about having to be lonely because of a crazy scheme, and shivered.

"I have someone, don't worry. My friend Cam told me he thinks you're beautiful. Do this, he's yours."

Claire was warmed by that. She'd seen Cam Fisher, he was in her Chemistry class. He was cute in one of those offset ways.

"Really?"

"Scouts honor."

"How is Josephina apart of this?" Claire had to ask.

"Befriend her, get her to be your new bestie. That's how. Talk to her in class, be her partner, do whatever. She will help you get in good with Kristen Gregory. She's Josh's best friend. The only girl that's not Joise that he speaks to. She and Joise are thick as thieves. Hangout with them, and Josh will be yours in no time."

Claire thought the girl was crazy. She'd seen too many television movies, she sniffed the premium gas she putting in her luxury car. But to her credit, the whole thing was pretty thought out. It was just as wacky as it was genius. Claire had no clue what to do. Tell her no? Get pestered about it? Claire was the new girl, no one knew her. And like back home, she had no social life. Maybe she should take the adventure. Dylan, Josh, Kristen were all seniors, they'd be gone when the year was over. And Joise was a year younger than her, so she had very little social power over her.

" I wouldn't ask if I didn't believe you could do it." Dylan smiled genuinely. "It could be fun." Dylan sing-songed.

It could be the craziest thing of her life. She'd get to be someone she never was allowed to be. People obviously thought she was pretty. And for the first time, she could use it.

"Fine. I'm in."

Dylan clapped her hands together. "Awesome. We start as soon as we leave this bathroom. Give me your phone," Dylan extended her hand.

Claire dug through her leather Marc Jacobs tote, and pulled out her Android. She unlocked it and gave it to Dylan, who put her number in it. "I want you to check in with me when you speak to Joise." Dylan told her.

Claire nodded. "All right."

"Pretend like we don't know each other. And you do not speak a word, unless I approve." Dylan produced her purple painted pinky finger.

"Ok." Claire linked her pinky around Dylan's and shook it. "You got it."

"This will only do you good Claire." Dylan grabbed her black Juicy bag that rested behind the faucet. "This will be so much fun. Thanks!" Dylan waved and tossed that red hair, and left the bathroom.

Claire Lyons had made a deal with a ruby headed devil, dressed in a black mini dress. Her name was Dylan, and it probably was going to be the worst decision of her life. But for the chance to see the glimpse of the inner circle, that she never had known, Claire was willing to take the risk.

She just hoped that whatever happened, it wouldn't hurt as bad as she could only imagine it would.