Well I was half-way through writing this when I got an awful case of writer's block. Mmph.

So sorry this chapter's so short and all that.

When Claire got on the bus the next morning, dressed in Massie's clothes, her face made-up, and her straight, white blonde hair silky and frizz-free, Sarah and Sari gaped at her.

"Who are you and what did you do with my friend?" Sarah asked, half jokingly.

"Wow, Claire, if it weren't for the Keds, I wouldn't have even recognized you," Sari put in.

Claire glanced down at her feet. Massie had offered to loan her a pair of heels, but Claire couldn't walk in any of them. Finally, Massie had relented and told her that her all-white Keds slip-ons would look fine with the borrowed plaid shorts and eyelet top. The overall look, Massie had decided, was "comfy-cute."

"Where'd you get that outfit?" Sari asked curiously.

"Um. Garage sale," Claire lied. She planned on keeping Sarah in the dark about her budding friendship with Massie Block for as long as possible.

"And since when do you wear make-up?" Sarah questioned.

"Since this summer," Claire shot back defensively.

"Touchy," Sarah commented, but dropped the subject.

When they arrived at the school, the three friends met up with Mandy in the cafeteria. Sarah poked fun at all the "Massie Wannabes" walking around. In the ten minutes since they had arrived at all the school, they had seen at least fifteen girls dressed in a variation of Massie's outfit from the day before. Claire wondered if Sarah would call her a Massie Wannabe too when she found out that her outfit was not bought at a garage sale, but instead borrowed from the infamous brunette's closet. Finally, the bell rang, dismissing them from the cafeteria. The girls parted ways and Claire made her way over to her locker. Girls who normally ignored her now stopped to say hello, and guys who Claire had always considered out of her league were checking her out. The attention was slightly unnerving, but Claire kind of liked it. This, she thought, is what it must feel like to be Massie Block.

-xo-

Massie arrived at school slightly late that morning. She had taken her time picking out her outfit (a shrunken denim blazer over a lavender strapless sundress), straightening her glossy brown hair, and applying her make-up—the result being that she looked flawless, as always.

When she entered homeroom, Sarah ignored her, and she ignored Sarah. Massie couldn't help but notice, however, that Little Miss Surfer Wannabe had ditched the shell encrusted flip-flops. Looking around, she saw that Sarah wasn't the only one taking her fashion advice. Four of the girls in her class had on headbands and ballet flats and two of them sported a button-down and skirt combination. Massie silently congratulated herself for having people imitate her after only one day.

Just then, a piece of paper folded up into a tiny square landed on the floor beside her lavender Michael Kors wedge-clad foot. Massie picked it up and slid it underneath her desk to read it.

I'd watch out if I were you.

Massie rolled her eyes, and crumpled the piece of paper into a ball. When the teacher wasn't looking, she turned around in her desk and dead-eyed Sarah.

"It must suck to not have a cell phone and actually have to resort to passing notes," she hissed.

"It's not like I'd ever want to text you anyway," Sarah shot back.

Touché. Little Miss Surfer Wannabe's got game, after all.