"Who do you think you are exactly Lauren?" I stared her straight in the face, searching her eyes. She think's she's better than me, I had no proof but I didn't really need that to be sure. I had a woman's intuition.

"A human I guess?"

"Ugh." I rolled my eyes. Did she think she was funny?

"Well if you want details Claudine, I am pretty sure I'm of the female gender because well I get this thing every month you see-"

I pushed my hand out to stop her. "That is so unsophisticated."

"And so barging into someone else's room and asking 'who exactly do you think you are Lauren?' is perfectly acceptable behaviour?" Lauren asked, mocking my voice in a very over-acted way.

I sat myself down on her dresser chair and turned to look into the mirror. Oh goodness, my lipgloss smudged!

"Be careful, I just asked a question." I smoothed my finger over my lip, and turned around in the chair.

"Well what did you mean by it?"

"I just want to know exactly what you've got, that I don't." I smirked a little at her. Didn't she ever try to take care of her appearances? Her hair could honestly use a lot of work.

"Huh?" Lauren looked puzzled. Poor dear, she looks that way alot.

"So that I can get it, and then Danny will have to choose me." I smirked a bit more. Could she not see how fun messing with her was?

"Get out Claudine." I stood up from her chair and walked myself back to the door.

'Fine, be that way then. Don't forget you need to have that lift perfected by Friday or Stefan's going to crack it. Luckily Danny and I have it mastered perfectly." This time Lauren smirked. It really wasn't a good look for her....but then again, what was?

"Oh Claudine, I know you. You think just because you may get to touch Danny in the studio that I'd be over the top jealous, but I'm not, because I get him to kiss me whenever I please." She poked her tounge out at me and rolled over on her bed. How immature can she get? I left after that, but not before explaining very clearly to her that she really ought to consider what the clothes actually look like before buying just anything off the rack. That seemed to put her in her place.

What did she know about me anyway? It's not like she knew what my life is like. It's not like she ever asked.

I sat down on my bed and scooped Mr Jingles, my teddy bear, into my arms. "You know who I wish you were right now, Mr Jingles? Danny.....hmmm." I pushed my teddy to one side and rolled over. From this angle I could just make out my face in the mirror. What didn't he like? I was obviously loads more pretty than Lauren. Honestly, comparing me to Lauren would be like comparing Fearne Cotton to Madonna.

So what does Fearne Cotton have that Madonna doesn't, that made Danny like her so much? Uh, I mean what does Lauren have that I don't?

"This is the most stupid situation! No one is ever better than me, at anything. So why is she? I mean I would probably understand it if she was tall, thin and blonde. Or if she was a wicked singer, dancer or actress. But she isn't! Ugh, she isn't any of those things! She's boring and plain with a completely unflattering manner and unsophisticated style. She's not talented, she can't do her make up properly and she's got bangs! Ugh!" I reached behind me, grabbed Mr Jingles and threw him at the mirror. I watched my reflection wobble for a second and sighed.

"I hate love. All the fairytales said it was easy, that true love always works out. 'Happily ever after's' and all that jazz. But no princesses in the story are ever rejected for the girl who works part time at a restaurant that nobody likes!"

*knock, knock*

"What is it?" My voice was still sounding gruff and grumpy. Not too good for the image. I stood to open the door but Lola had already come in.

"I just like, heard a bit of shouting. I was wondering if you were like, ok?" She smiled one of her dazed smiles. She was a bit sweet, I'll give her that. And probably the closest friend I'd ever had, and we weren't even that close.

"hmmm... I'm fine. If you can call being rejected 'fine'." Lola sat on the end of my bed and grabbed my waist in a hug.

"It's alright Claudine, Lola's here to make you happy."

I didn't really want a hug. I didn't really like hugs. 'But she's trying....' I told myself.

"Er, thanks." She released me and I sat down next to her.

"So what'll it be? Movie or makeover?" Her eyes were suddenly bright and if I wasn't going mad I would have sworn her hair frizzed up even more at the word - 'makeover.'

"Honestly Lola, it's fine. I think I might need a bath-"

"Whatever, I bought the new release Mariah Carey make up set today. Well, mama sent it over, but anyways, I can always use it all on myself." She giggled. "What a fun idea, makeover myself!"

"Mariah Carey, you say?" She nodded. "Well, that might not be so bad." I smiled. One day I knew girls like Lola and I all over Britain, and probably even the world, would be getting excited about the new release of Claudine's 'total fabulosity' makeup range. One day....

"And after, we can go to lunch. I heard Danny in Lauren's room when I came past and they're going to this Chinese place that sounds good and-"

"You know Lola, sometimes you're actually brilliant. We would see Danny there, with Lauren looking totally drab and me looking, well, stunning. He'd have to break up with her because he'd be so infatuated with me!" School girl fantasy, I know. But a girl can dream.

"I am? Thanks!" She reached over and pulled me into a hug again. Claudine, you really need to reign in the compliments. People will think you like them. She was hugging me so close now my vision was almost completely blurred by her mass of hair, which smelt particularly good. I'd have to remember to ask her about her shampoo...