Massie P.O.V.
There she was, strutting down the hallway as if the locker-lined corridor had suddenly materialized into a runway. The freshly shampooed brown curls that framed her pale, gorgeous face bounced with every supermodel step she took. Her tall, slender body was clothed in a tight-fitted, gold sequined dress that fell just above her knees. Highly inappropriate for OCD but beautiful. Guys surrounded her like paparazzi and she flashed them all heart melting, laser-whitened smiles. She stole my spot, she defeated me. Then, unexpectedly she turned, and was walking straight for me. I couldn't move. I tried to lift my foot in an attempt to escape. Nothing. It was like I was paralyzed. She was just feet away from me. My enemy, the only one to ever steal my alpha status. All I could do was close my eyes and wait…
I woke up sweating. "Just a dream," I told myself. "She's not real, Massie. You'll get over it."
I glanced over at my iHome. 5:58. I rolled out of my purple duvet, and slumped across the floor to the bathroom where I flipped on the shower and stripped off my Victoria Secret pink silk pajamas.
After 20 minutes of warm heaven, I shut of the water and wrapped myself in a lavender scented towel. I dried, straightened, and styled my light brown hair to perfection, then padded over to my enormous walk-in closet to select my outfit for the day.
While I checked my appearance in the mirror, I noticed that I was running behind schedule to pick up the rest of the PC. With one last fleeting look at my just-about-a-ten reflection, I grabbed my new Prada tote and hurried down the stairs and through the immaculate kitchen, snatching a strawberry-banana flavored protein bar on the way.
Isaac was already in the driveway with the Range Rover when I emerged from the estate. I could see Claire's bleach blonde hair even through the tinted windows. I walked down the grey stone driveway, shoving most of the protein bar in my mouth as I went. I slid across the black leather seats to Claire, and we pulled out of the estate driveway.
We approached the Rivera mansion and Alicia, looking perfect as always, scuttled towards the Range Rover.
"Hey Mass. Hey Claire," she said as she slammed the door.
"Hey Leesh, love the top. Ralph Lauren?" I asked her.
"Is it ever anything else?" she joked, and all three of us laughed.
Kristen was already at the curb when we came to pick her up. She crawled into the Range Rover. When we reached the Marvil Estate, we noticed Dylan sucking down a protein shake and I prepared myself for another round of I'm so fat's.
While Alicia, Claire, and Kristen were trying to convince Dylan she wasn't overweight, I debated whether or not I should tell the PC the dream I had last night about Scary New Alpha Girl, SNAG for short. I decided against it. Why let them know my weakness?
My mental debate could not be continued however, because Dylan finally gave up, and brought up the wayyy exciting events of last night's Gossip Girl. Talk about a discussion.
Before we knew it we had arrived at OCD, and all five of us exited the Range Rover, but not without applying fresh coats of gloss. We walked across the campus grounds, letting people stare at our beauty. I wore a navy J. Crew boat neck tee, a white Guess Beverly mini, navy Prada flip flops, and a white chunky bead necklace. I looked amazing and I could see it on everyone's faces.
Except for one. One face bore a smug expression that reeked evil jealousy. I love it when people are jealous of me, but not when they want me dead! Then I looked closer at her face, and I think my heart actually stopped beating.
SNAG was standing right in front of me, and you'll never believe who she was standing with.