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RED SPOON
WASHROOM
FEBRUARY 06, MONDAY
6:35 AM

Solae glanced at the bathroom mirror in front of her, leaning in to closely examine her face.

Even though it was early, the sleepiness had been washed from her eyes as if she didn't even feel tired. But still, Solae reached in her makeshift make-up kit—an old Prada plaid purse—and pulled out a tube of Smashbox mascara and applied it to her eyelashes. Her cheeks were already rosy thanks to walking to Red Spoon from the Harrington's house. She quickly zipped her make-up kit closed, but her slender fingers hovered above it and her eyes wandered kept wandering to her lips.

As usual, her petroleum jelly was starting to fade and the cracks of her lips were showing. Solae was never sure why, but her lips seemed to be the most sensitive part of her body—always getting dried and cracked easily, which was why she used petroleum jelly or sometimes lip gloss to make the cracks less visible. With a sigh, she unzipped her Prada and fished out a small jar of the jelly. After she was done, she put on some Clinique Happy. She thought that Maxx's mom was cool and all, but it definitely wasn't the best way to start the day by not taking a bath and having to walk to the cafe. It was Dylan who had weight issues, and not them.

After deciding that she looked (and smelled) good enough, she strutted out of the bathroom, her straight black hair bouncing behind her.

"Heeey!" Millie waved her over. "What took you so long?"

Solae simply shrugged as she made her way to the polished round table in the center of the red and white cafe. All around them, the staff was busy readying the place for their 7:30 AM opening. Dylan was nowhere to be found. Probably inside the kitchen, Solae decided.

"Um, what's that?" Sole asked, wrinkling her nose at Millie's food as she nabbed a chair beside her. Millie's breakfast consisted of orange juice and this yellow, fluffy-looking food sitting on top of something that suspiciously looked like a leaf.

"Oh, that?" Maxx interjected, twirling a silver fork. "It's called bibingka."

"From Spain?" Solae asked dubiously.

"No," Maxx snorted, "it's from this country in Asia... I forgot the name. Mom's thinking of serving some delicacies from different countries in the world. The bibingka is one of them."

"Thanks for that info," Solae mumbled, sarcasm present in her voice. Just as she was about to pick up her knife, Roxanne interrupted her.

"So..." She cleared her throat. "Will you give us any idea about our new clique name now? Because if not..."

Solae tried to stuff back a sigh as she thought about it. No. If she told them now, then that meant she'll have to spill more to them. And not that she would admit it, but still wasn't ready to. And it didn't exactly help that she had to endure a long walk with an empty stomach. Contrary to popular belief, alphas still had to eat. They couldn't just survive over a tiny bite of a Luna bar.

"Why don't you continue guessing?" She suggested. Now that gave her time to mentally rehearse her little speech as her friends guessed for the name.

Roxanne grumbled just as Millie pulled out a folded piece of paper from the pockets of her jogging pants. Then, she slowly unfolded it, smoothening out the creases before pushing it across the table for Solae to see.

"You made a list of names?!" Solae laughed upon reading the title written on the yellow sheet of paper.

"Yup," Millie confirmed, looking oddly proud. "Roxanne, Maxx, and I stayed up late for this. We came up with pretty good names."

"Don't you mean 'Roxanne and I'?" Roxanne snorted, turning to give Maxx a sea green-colored glare. "Maxx didn't even help!"

"Hey! I gave you a few!"

"Maxx hardly even helped," Roxanne corrected herself at the exact same time Maxx said, "Come on, Solae! What are you waiting for?"

The Spanish beauty slowly scanned the list as she lifted her glass of iced water to her lips for a drink. Some names were just unimaginative and plain pathetic (like The Populars and Beautiful Committee), while some were well thought of or at the very least, decent (like iCandy or Angelic Bratz). As she reached the end of the list, she frowned slightly. The second to the last one, Perfect Storms, was a really good name. How come I didn't think of that?

"So whaddya think?" Maxx asked over a mouthful of blueberry pancake. Millie slapped her arm in disgust.

"Some of them were good," Solae replied with a sly grin. "Unfortunately, you guessed incorrectly. The name I picked is quite simple, but it holds... meaning." There. That was a good way to start her speech.

Millie pouted. "Not even Perfect Storms? That was a really good one!" Maxx nodded in agreement.

"Then what is it?" Roxanne asked impatiently.

Whatever happened to patience is a virtue? Solae thought. But instead of saying what was on her mind, she ran a hand through her silky hair to calm herself down, and then she unzipped her Prada. She peeked in and carefully pulled out four red boxes with GUESS stamped at the cover.

"Ooh, a gift?" Maxx asked cheerfully as she watched Solae hand out the boxes.

"What's this?" Millie asked, inspecting the gift curiously. "A bracelet?"

"Probably," Roxanne replied for Solae.

Solae grinned. "A bracelet, yes. But that's not all—"

"Cute!" Maxx cut the alpha off with a squeal. She picked up the gold bracelet watch from the pillow it was sitting on and raised it towards the light to examine.

A gold clock face was attached to the chain, and to its right were four letters lined in gold spelling out the word "GLAM," and to the clock face's left were another four letters that spelled out "CLAN."

"So it's Glam Clan!" Roxanne exclaimed as she slipped on the little gift to her thin wrist. "I've needed a new watch too! Who cares if this isn't digital? This is so cool. Thanks, Sol."

"Yeah, love the new clique name," Millie added with a smile, playing with the G charm.

Solae beamed. Not only was it a back-from-Spain present, but it also doubled as a remembrance—no, more like a pledge of their loyalty to each other, and more importantly, to Solae. Each charm letter was in the girls' favorite colors: G was in Solae's favorite matte red, L was in pale yellow (Solae had to change Roxanne's color because the gold would camouflage with the gold lining), A was in Maxx's favored turquiose, M was in Millie's well-loved orange, and the pattern repeated itself in the next four letters.

So maybe Glam Clan wasn't as good as Bold & Vogue or even Perfect Storms, but the new name probably held deeper meaning. Not only were they friends, but they were also sisters—a family. A clan. A glamorous clan, hence the name.

"Alright, girls," Solae said tapping her glass with the back of her spoon to get her friends' attentions. "I'm happy that you just heart my presents, but before we get too excited and wear them, there's something else that I'd like to show all of you." Knowing that Solae was talking about her, Roxanne blushed deeply and removed the bracelet watch. Solae nodded her head in satisfaction then turned her attention back to her make-up kit. She shuffled through its contents carefully then pulled out four small scrolls of paper, each tied with a thin strand of red ribbon.

"What's this? A letter?" Millie giggled nervously as she untied the ribbon, feeling the creamy texture of the paper. Please let it not be an open forum...

"A... poem?" Roxanne knit her blonde eyebrows in confusion, glancing up at Solae. "Oh. A pledge poem, isn't it?"

Solae smile-nodded. Roxanne may come off as an annoying know-it all sometimes, but she was a good beta and usually caught up first to her alpha's plans. "I thought it would better to write it on paper rather than sending you girls some texts. It would be more memorable that way."

"Huh," Maxx took a delicate whiff of the paper. "Smells like vanilla."

Ignoring Maxx, Solae untied her own scroll and asked, "So everybody has their pledge poem?" She met with each of her friends' eyes briefly as they nodded. "Okay, so I'll start first in three... two..."

"I wasn't here for almost two years,
therefore leaving my peers.
It didn't go so well,
m'gawsh it was hell!

But now I'm back,
better than the clothes in Saks.
And this time, I'm making sure that our friendship will have no cracks!
I swear we'll be better than Caroline Flack."

Solae nodded her head subtly, signaling her friends to start reciting.

"This time we'll do it right,
we'll try, try not to fight!
GC support day and night.
Or else that member will have to take flight.

We'll make sure that no one stands in our way
or else we'll have to make them pay.
They won't even have any say!
So they'll just have to step back, oh-kay?"

"Yaaay!" the girls cheered. Their cheer was so loud it made some staff members look their way in a mix of curiosity and annoyance.

Then in one fluid motion, they all slipped on their bracelet watches. They all burst out laughing at the unplanned movement.

Satisfied, Solae leaned back and cut through her English muffin with a fork. She took a bite, savoring the sweet, fluffy taste. A taste, Solae realized, that resembled the feeling of victory.

Enjoy your reign while it lasts, Maxwell.

It wasn't the best chapter, but I hope you guys still liked it...? And in case you didn't notice, the third verse of the pledge poem I got from the in P.S. I Loathe You—I just changed some words.

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