Alicia Rivera applied another layer of her shimmery MAC's Vamp Berry Bite, fluffed her shiny raven hair once more, and silently counted to three before entering Josh Hotz's luxe penthouse apartment, owned by his wealthy parents. She decided to "drop by," hoping to lift his spirits into forgetting about his parent's recent split. She pushed open the front door, walking slowly past the gourmet kitchen, and into the dim-lit hallway, stopping when she heard Josh's voice faintly through the shut bedroom door.
"Huh?" Alicia whispered.
She pressed her diamond-studded ear to the door with subtle detection. She heard Josh talking to someone.
"Come on. My parents are getting a divorce, my girlfriend and I are drifting, my life is a compete mess!"
Drifting? Puh-leez, they were so nawt. Who the-
She heard a shift in Josh's voice. "No, no one's home. But me and you."
Alicia gasped. Another girl? This was nawt happening. She tore open the door, hoping to tear the extensions out of this wannabe slut's head.
She couldn't believe her eyes. Sitting on Josh's bed was no one other than Dempsey Solomon and Josh.. Locked in a full-on lip-kiss.
"Ehmagawd!" Alicia screamed.
"Alicia?! It's nawt what it looks like!" Josh yelled, as Alicia ran out of the hallway.
She locked herself on the bathroom, an appropriate place to resort to for a quick beta-panic attack. Her heart sped up. Josh was gay? This was nawt happening. She turned on the sink, splashing the cool water on her cheekbones slightly, as to not mess up her MAC natural shimmer. Nawt dreaming. . . Well, still a nightmare anyway. She looked in the mirror, glancing at her profile. Full lips, bright brown eyes, glossy times ten hair, Ralph Lauren blazer in metallic blue, leather Jimmy Choo motorcycle boots, and a black suede romper to balance it out, with just the right amount of cleavage she thought "was going to perk Josh up." Apparantly if he had been kissing Dempsey, aka Kristen, and fellow member of the PCWM's crush, behind her back for who knows how long, this was certainly nawt the case. She backed away from the mirror, and slowly opened the door. It was time to face her fears.
She paced slowly toward Josh's bedroom door, silently walking to the Pussycat Dolls' "I Hate This Part Right Here." She knocked twice, pretending to examine her eye makeup as she strode in when Josh opened the door. Dempsey looked away from both Josh and Alicia. The PCWM (Pretty Committee Without Massie,) would never stand for this. She stopped in her tracks, realizing how many gossip points this would be worth. A hundred? A thousand? Alicia didn't know any gay Briarwood boys. She didn't know any gay boys at all. Josh chuckled nervously. "Um, Alicia?"
"Ehma-what?" Alicia snapped, "Exactly how long have you been cheating on me?"
"About two months . . ." Josh replied back, waiting a reaction.
"Two months?" Alicia screeched. How could she have nawt known? Of course . . . the long stares he gave Dempsey when Kristen wasn't around, the constant talk of Ralph Lauren's new additions, the glamour-do style, catching him looking at an Abercrombie sign . . . The signs were there.