Perfect Summer
Massie Block crossed her tan legs under Table Number Eighteen. Glancing at the clock hurriedly, she realized that they only had about a minute left. A minute left of eighth grade. A minute left of middle school. A minute left before she would become the high school alpha.
She took one last look at her middle school best friends, The Pretty Committee. She had dropped the "New" from the title since they had agreed that their boy-fast was completely over. Especially since they were going to start rebuilding Briarwood (a private guy-only school that had collapsed from a pipe leak) during summer.
Alicia Riviera, her second in command, was pretending to listen to their principal like Massie. Her long dark glossy hair fell in perfect styled waves down her back. She was wearing an ah-dorable pale pink flowey top that was fitted around her waist with a lopsided thin brown belt. The shirt showed off her curves but toned down her C-Cups so they weren't so noticeable. She wore tan tight short-shorts and pink and brown strappy sandals. The outfit made her dark brown eyes sparkle, and showed off her tan complexion. Real diamond studs sparkled beneath her hair.
Dylan Marvil also looked totally ah-mazing. She was wearing a see through cap-sleeved white ruffled top with a minty green laced cami underneath. A matching green pleated skirt matched her eyes perfectly, which were accented with light, but noticeable, green eye shadow. Her red hair was up in a super-high ponytail, making her cheek bones look thin and sharp. Red extensions were added so her hair swished whenever she moved. Matching Jimmie Choo flip flops completed the look, along with silver accessories.
Kristen Gregory looked great in her sporty-chic style. She wore a navy blue jersey, which she had personalized. It was tied up at the sides, so that way the sleeves puffed out attractively. Diamonds had been studded around her name, soccer number, team name, collar, and sleeves. She wore simple denim shorts that were professionally torn. Her blonde hair was in a sexy-side pony, and her teal blue eyes were accented with glitter eyeliner.
Claire Lyons looked simply beautiful. She wore a strappy floral grey dress. It flowed to her mid thigh, looking appealing but not over-revealing. Her hair was curled into perfect ringlets that bounced around her bare shoulders. Her navy blue eyes were bright with the little eye makeup Massie had made her apply. She had also borrowed Massie's silver sandals and a few Tiffany bracelets. Even Massie was surprised at how well Claire pulled the look off.
Massie looked down at her own perfect outfit. She paired an off the shoulder red top with a denim miniskirt from DKNY. She wore a gold thin-chained necklace, rings, and bangles. She had applied bronzer and shimmery gold eye shadow and liner. Her skin was a caramel tan color from spending weeks in the sun. Her lips looked full and plump with red lip stain and a clear coat of gloss. Her long auburn hair was straightened and extension-ized, so it fell to her waist in sleek sheets. She looked like a total ten, which was rare, even for her.
The students were chanting down the last ten seconds. Massie's heart was racing in all the excitement. She exchanged a smile with all her girls, happiness bubbling in her stomach. They all grinned back, and joined the countdown.
"3, 2, 1!" The entire cafeteria exploded into cheers. Principal Burns tried yelling into the microphone to calm everyone down, but it was useless. The Pretty Committee jumped to their feet and enveloped into a circle of squealing and hugging. Random LBR's tried to join their circle to get their yearbooks signed, but the PC hooked arms and started strutting toward the front doors. The jumbling mess of students parted as they passed through. They all waved at their admirers, Massie even blowing a few kisses.
They sashayed in perfect timing without even trying. They signed a few yearbooks as they passed, but never fully stopped. It was like a perfect scene from High School Musical, except they were just leaving middle school and none of them enjoyed singing.
"Are we going to leave right away?" Alicia asked, raising her thinned eyebrows. All the other girls looked at Massie as they stepped out into the boiling summer air.
"Let's wait for a while." Massie replied vaguely. She freed her arms from Alicia and Dylan and fast walked toward their favorite oak. The rest followed her lead, gracefully falling into a circle. Massie's eyes narrowed as she examined each girl. They stared back at her in confusion.
Some nerdy girls and guys hovered around their circle, but staying at a safe distant. Better safe than feeling the pain of Massie's wrath. The alpha herself opened her mouth, probably to explain start her end-of-the-year-monologue. But she was interrupted.
"Hey girls." All the soccer guys plopped down in the middle of the PC's pow-wow. Massie's lips turned down in a pouty grimace as her ex-crush, Derrington, wiggled his butt for some passing girls. They giggled and he grinned triumphantly before plopping down in the circle. Massie looked sullen for a moment, until a blonde hawtie joined them.
"Dempsey!" She explained, a stunning smile spreading to her face. She batted her eyelashes subconsciously. Now it was Derrington's turn to look upset. But no one really noticed, they were too busy wrapped up in their own lives.
Claire sighed and forced her eyes to the ground, resisting meeting the eyes that she could feel were staring at her. Cam Fisher, her ex boyfriend, and the guy that she was pretty sure that she loved, obviously wanted to talk. But Claire was still agitated at him for trading her in for another girl so fast. So she turned to Dylan and started rambling on about how much she was going to miss the middle school part of OCD.
Josh had his arm around Alicia's bronze shoulders and was telling her some story about a prank he pulled on his little sister. Alicia was giggling and smiling, and Massie noticed how happy she looked. She felt glad for declaring that the boy fast was over, and that Alicia was her friend again.
Massie turned to Dempsey to make some small talk. He looked at her with his army green eyes, and Massie expected her heart to start beating fast. But it didn't. Somewhere, deep down she knew that she still cared about Derrington. Not like she would ever admit, and she would get over it at some point. She hoped.
"What are you going to do over the summer?" She looked at Dempsey, twirling a lock of hair around her manicured finger. He shrugged his broad shoulders, flipping his hair out of his eyes.
"Probably just hanging around. What about you?" Massie launched into full explanation of the few mini trips she was going on. Dempsey listened intently. About ten minutes later, Massie's phone buzzed.
She pulled it out of her Coach handbag and checked her text messages.
"We got to go." She said loud enough for the rest of the flirting Pretty Committee to hear. Instantly they popped up their heads and looked at her. Massie rose to her feet, waving goodbye to the boys. The rest followed, leaving the guys sitting alone by the tree. The only boy that got to his feet was Cam.
"Claire, can we talk?" He looked at Claire with his brooding blue/green eyes. Claire turned around and looked him straight in the eye for the first time in a long time. She felt her heart freeze at his heartbroken expression.
"Um…" She looked at Massie pleadingly for help. Massie nodded, rolling her eyes at her friend's childness.
"Er, sure." Claire replied awkwardly.
"We'll wait for you, but make it quick." Massie smiled quirkily and quickly strutted off to where her driver, Isaac was waiting. The rest of the PC followed, giving Claire hopeful smiles and thumbs up. Claire felt her face turning red as she followed Cam away from the rest of the hooting boys.
Claire crossed her arms over her chest and glared at her sandals. She could hear Cam shifting uncomfortably. Then she looked up at him, raising her blonde eyebrows. He stared at her, biting his lip.
"I'm sorry." He whispered. Claire looked down again. Was that all he had to say? She thought irritably. She waited for a few minutes (as long as she possibly could) before looking up.
"And?" She asked frowning at him. Cam stared at her for a minute before stepping toward her. Claire wouldn't have been able to hear him if he had spoke, her heart was thumping too loudly. He gently unclasped her arms and held her elbows.
"Claire I've been such a jerk. I never really liked Olivia. I was just trying to make you jealous. And that was incredibly stupid of me—"Claire didn't get to hear the rest of what he was saying, because she kissed him. She just pressed her lips to his to silence his apology, because she had forgiven him the second he started talking.
She pulled away gently and looked him straight in the eye. Her hands were around his neck.
"No I'm sorry. I did the exact same thing, with Dempsey and everything. Let's just forget it." Cam smiled gratefully, and kissed her for on the mouth again. Claire heard a car horn, and broke away from him reluctantly.
"Text me?" She asked hopefully. He nodded and kissed her on the cheek, one last time. Claire heard another impatient beep. She started trotting toward the sound of the car, looking over her shoulder to wave to Cam. He didn't stop watching her until she got into the car and drove away. Then he smiled.