A/N
Hello again!
I'll be updating this more, now that it's not snowing(I have internet again!). I won't give up on this story! I've just been having writer's block.
Octavian Country Day School
OCD Cafe
Wednesday, August 18th
Luxe Taylor stared, speechless, at her friend's choice of fashion. Kelli was holding up a neon-pink sweep train slit dress. The dress had splatters of blue and neon yellow, which made it look like she had played paintball-and lost. The dress had matching blue flats.
"Well? Do you like it?"
"Um..uh, it's very creative," she muttered. "But you should reconsider it.." she nervously adjusted her rain jacket's hoodie.
"Yeah, you should try a white cocktail dress with black accents-it'll bring out your eyes," Claire offered.
"Huh?" The blonde almost dropped her dress. Claire had seemingly appeared out of thin air.
"Are you entering the contest?" Claire asked Luxe.
"No."
"You should! I think you'd do well."
"Well, maybe I could. But I only have one day-"
Claire held up a notepad. "Finding an outfit won't be that hard. How about Marc Jacobs dress in a nude color?" she handed the paper to Luxe, who sighed.
"Okay, sure."
Claire walked back to table 18 and started talking to Massie. "She so helpful," Kelli mused.
"Thanks, Claire." Massie placed down her tray and sat next to her.
Shortly after first period, Massie realized that she would need someone to know about her plan-so she chose her closest friend, Claire. Claire was known for being the "sweet" one in the Clique, and Massie wouldn't go over there herself for fear of being seen. Thanks to the weather, the b-lister had worn the same jacket that she had on Tuesday. She was thinking of what to say, and then she realized.
"You didn't get her name, did you?"
Claire froze.
"Kul-laire!" Massie shook off her annoyance. It didn't actually matter, anyway, because she would learn her name during the contest. But it was still important.
"Please, please tell me you told her to get a Marc Jacobs dress," she plead.
"Yes, and I definitely convinced her to enter."
"Okay, that's a start."
The rest of the day was spent thinking about the contest and dressing her Massie mannequin. She had spent so much time worrying about what other people would wear, she had hardly thought of herself. She decided on casual black dress with pink sleeves and pink flats. When the day was over, she ran through friday's events one last time...
1. Friday 20th, after school, 5:00 p.m: rate every contestant. If the girl took Claire's advice, she'd probably-no, definitely be the best one dressed.
2. Saturday 21st, 2:00 p.m: She'll show up for a makeover-i'll make it look an amateur did it but she'll be honored, of course, because it's the hottest new look in France. (ha-ha)
We'll take pictures.
3. Monday 23rd, 7:45 a.m: She'll ride in the Range Rover. (We'll find a way to prank her, unsure how)
4. We'll announce her wannabe LBR-ness to the whole school! (Curtesy of Alicia, who does the morning announcements)
5. No A- or B-lister will ever talk to us again. Good riddance!
Cliquetionary
A-: Anything less than A-lister status
Blister: B-lister
Octavian Country Day School
After School
Drama Club Stage
Friday, August 20th
Massie stood on a stage at a podium, her sweaty hand clutching her diamond-covered microphone. She wanted to re-gloss. She wanted to air her pits. But the only thing she could do now was speak into the microphone.
"Thank you all for entering the, um..." A lock of her hair caught on her gloss.
What's the name of the contest again? Think!
It wasn't like her to mess up. Massie was a natural in front of people. But..
"Thank you all for entering the Alpha Beauty Contest! We will begin rating you shortly."
Behind Massie was the Drama Club sign. The girls would line up in front of her, then the first one would go behind a curtain so she could rate them. Then, they'd walk into another room where Massie would announce the winner.
She signaled for the first girl to come up. She closed the curtains, then checked the girl's outfit: The Gap sweetheart minidress paired with Sevens jeans. She scribbled on her notepad:
Autumn: 5.2
Girl no. 2's outfit: A jean dress, Glossip Girl lipgloss and silver keds. 5.6.
It seemed like it would never end. She rated the outfits of LBR-wannabes wearing thirty-dollar outfits with five-dollar shoes. Most all the ratings were low. The chances of finding a true Alpha-with-a-capital-A style were little to none.
3.8.
4.4.
Massie wrote 6.7 on her notepad. Point-seven because the girl was wearing a knockoff Marc by Marc Jacobs scarf. Fitting, Massie thought. She-and everyone else who wants to win my contest-is a loser. A knockoff alpha. You have to have beauty to look beautiful, don't they know that? Why-
Her thoughts were interrupted when the girl came in.
The dirty-blonde haired girl appeared in front of her wearing a(real!) Marc Jacobs dress in a nude color. It was a high-low dress with a train behind it, and she had worn it with white stiletto heels.
Luxe: 8.2.
The contest was over. Massie joined the others to announce the winner. She signaled for the crowd to step away from her. "The winner is...Luxe Taylor, with a score of 8.2!"
The drama club spotlight shone on her. Massie walked over to Luxe congratulated her, and told her the dates of their plans. Then, everyone left(but not before hearing their scores).
"I can't believe I only got a 4.6!" Kelli fumed.
"I can't believe you abandoned me like that a few days ago!" Luxe yelled, obviously remembering how Kelli had left her to walk in the rain. "Do you not trust me fashion-wise?"
Kelli wasn't about to answer that question. Luxe's idea of 'fancy' was a skirt and a t-shirt. "I forgot," Kelli lied. She had actually gotten into a fight with her older sister. She was about to leave in her sister's sparkly dress until she was spotted. It took forever to finish arguing, forever to take the dress off, and forever and a half to decide what to wear. She had completely forgotten about Luxe. But what kind of friend would she be to admit it?
"I don't know why you even wanted to help me, or why you even care! The only reason you entered the contest was because Claire told you exactly what to wear!" Luxe smiled at the rhyme. Kelli glared. "Why did you care? Why did you enter?"
"I had..no choice," Luxe said.
Kelli felt her eyes fill with tears. She had gotten highlights and lowlights for that contest. Her hair had been teased to perfection. Her eyes had shone, and she wore a full face of makeup. But Luxe had won, with no effort at all,because she cheated!
"Where did you get that dress, anyway? You'd never have something like that in your closet!" Why did Claire have to offer her advice? Why did she take it? Kelli thought.
"I wouldn't...but my cousin Raven did," Luxe hissed, sounding so mad, she could cry. "It's a hand-me-down." She paused. "Do you think I would purposely try to upstage you? I'd never-"
"Why did Claire tell you? What's so special about you!?" Kelli wanted to scream. But instead, she just walked away, tuning her ex-friend out. She had a long walk ahead of her, anyway.
A/N: Yes! Finally another update. It's been awhile, but now I have more ideas. See you next chapter!
p.s: I usually like to do Massie/Luxe's P.O.V, but it's kind of all over the place in the next few chapters.