Holla ma bibbles!

So I've become dissatisfied with Perfection as of late that I'm choosing to completely re-do it. Here's a trailer of the new and improved Perfection, coming soon to FanFiction wherever wifi can be stolen from a Panera Bread parking lot.

"Saturday night?"

"Wouldn't miss it for Prada's new fragrance."

"For real?"

"Of course not," she snapped. "But maybe for the new Channel clutch."

"Baby… huh?"

"'Cause I already have it," smirked the sassy supermodel. "See ya there."

Massie Block is tired of the same old story: perfect boyfriend, perfect parties, perfect life. So when a certain bad-ass offers her an escape from perfection, she snaps up the chance quicker than a limited edition Birkin. Who says Massie Block doesn't know how to have a good time?

"You selfish bastard!"

"Hey, you were in the Bahamas. We're not a couple when we're not in the same city."

"You have 'till the count of three to get out of my penthouse. Otherwise, I'll shove this boot so far up your ass, you'll be tasting calf leather for the next six months."

"But we're still going to the gala Friday?"

"FUCK OFF!"

Claire Lyons has had her heart broken time and again. What is it about the rush of affection and the jolt of rejection that has her coming back for more?

"Now Miss Marvil, if you don't stick to this plan, you'll never get better."

"But I'm fine."

"Miss Marvil, over the past three months, your peak weight was 105 pounds."

"That's barely a size one."

Dylan Marvil has just checked herself out of rehab… again. Yet every time she looks in the mirror, she sees her former fat self staring back. Where did she put that toothbrush again?

"Wake up, gorgeous. This place isn't open to the public. How did you get in?"

"I… don't even know. Where am I?"

"How about you tell me your name first?"

"Um…" She mumbled, glancing down at her embossed stained wristlet. "Kate Spade?"

Alicia Rivera is dazed and confused. Literally. What happened last night?

"Imelda? Where are my lecture notes?"

"I see no notes, Miss Kirsten."

"I left my folder on the island!"

"Miss Kirsten, I clean island."

"Dammit!" she exclaimed, massaging her temples. Shakily, she dug through her purse. "Only one left," she whispered. "Better see Mason after the lecture."

Kirsten Gregory has some ugly tricks to stay on top. After her eleventh straight all-nighter, she's rushed to the hospital. Can you say overachiever?

I need at least three reviews before moving on, otay?