Range Rover

Backseat

Tuesday, May 4th

7: 42 A.M.

Massie sat in the backseat as Claire walked towards the Range Rover. Her eyes appeared red and puffy as if she had been crying all night. Which she probably was. "Ugh," Massie sighed. This girl needs to get over this boy. I mean, he's not the Great Wall Of China. Not to mention, Claire's outfit was definitely nawt a 10. She was wearing faded flare blue jeans, UN-fashionable cowboy boots, and a white long sleeved shirt that appeared to have a sweat-stained collar. OMG. She looks terrible. She needs some help.

Claire yanked open the door to the Range Rover and climbed in. She appeared really depressed. "Kuh-laire," Massie said in her softest possible voice, "Are you okay?" Claire looked at Massie with eyes sad and as big as a deer's. The light blueness of them was dull and not sparkling.

"Not really. You know, I feel really sick. I'll probably just stay in the nurse's today. I mean, look at my outfit compared to yours. I can't be seen." Claire's voice sounded vulnerable and sad. Massie almost breathed a sigh of relief. Thank gawsh she knows she looks that bad.

Massie knew did look pretty good today. She was wearing a black short sleeved, turtleneck Banana Republic top with a purple necklace, and light purple skinnies to match the necklace. She was wearing black ballet flats, and carrying a Demi Pouch Coach purse in lavender. Her hair was blow-dried straight , and her side bangs were glistening. She was sure to catch Derrington's eye. But right now, she had to fix Claire.

"Claire, do you have any scissors?" Massie knew she sounded quite weird, but she didn't give. Something had to be done. Claire nodded and pulled out a pair of scissors.

Knowing just what to do, Massie pulled the scissors out of Claire's soft hands and started to cut the sleeves off Claire's shirt to make a ragged looking short sleeve. Massie was oblivious to Claire's shrieks and went to work on making her white shirt a V-neck.

"Massie, what are you doing?" Claire gasped. She looked down as Massie continued to chop up her Old Navy long-sleeved shirt she'd had since sixth grade. She felt, though, that she couldn't do anything, so she just continued to stare.

"Kuh-laire, tuck your jeans into your cowboy boots." Claire did as she was told and stared at Massie perplexed. Finally Massie handed her back the scissors and quickly ran her fingers through Claire's hair.

"Done." Claire looked at Isaac's mirror in the front. She looked very cowgirl-chic. "Thanks Massie," she sighed, and she gave her a fast hug.

Massie nodded and knew Claire appeared pretty cool. She definitely pulled off the look Massie had intended. The I-don't-care-how-I-look-but-I-still-look-hawt.