Can't Touch This: Chapter 8

Alexia's heart fluttered like a scared bunny's. Katrina and the CTT knew EVERYTHING about her, and that's not exactly the leverage you want to give to your enemies. Massaging her temples, she walked down the hall towards her biology class, praying Katrina wouldn't torture her today. Ha, yeah right. As soon as she got to the door, Alexia's glossy mouth dropped open. It was a note, with Alexia's handwriting on it. Alexia looked down the hallway, and saw the same scrap of paper on every single door. "Holy crap. Please tell me that's not that note I gave to Katrina about Cameron. Please, please, please." Alexia begged. Alexia marched up to the blue metal door and inspected the note closely. "Ehmagawd!" It was the note; not any note, but the note. The most embarrassing, humiliating, social-life ruining note ever.

Alexia ripped the slip of paper off while fighting the tears that threatened to spill down her bronzed cheeks and humiliate her even further. Suddenly, a thought struck Alexia. 'Was this…posted around the ENTIRE CAMPUS? EHMAGAWD! Brighton Academy would OBVIOUSLY hear about this!' Alexia panicked. Just then, Katrina stepped out from the shadows, holding her iPhone up facing Alexia. "You…you were recording that?" Alexia screeched. Katrina casually glanced at the back of her thin white iPhone. "Whoops. I must have accidentally hit record." Katrina smirked. Her perfect glossy lips opened in mock surprise. "Ehmagawd. I just accidentally posted this on Facebook, and sent it to everybody in the school; including Brighton Academy."

Alexia's jaw dropped. Tears that she couldn't fight anymore cascaded down her face. Hallie and Rayna stepped up beside Katrina; sharing an uneasy look. Alexia turned on the heel of her gold cowboy boots and ran; something she usually never does in heels. Alexia wiped away the falling tears on the sleeve of her maroon Juicy Couture fur-lined cropped bomber jacket as she dashed down the hall. Once outside of the cursed school building, Alexia dug her slim iPhone from her Balenciaga and pressed 4 on speed dial. After the second ring, her driver, Charles picked up. "Hullo, Miss Alexia. I thought you were in school." Charles chided. Alexia rolled her aqua eyes. Charles had always been like a second dad. Overprotective, worried, and concerned. "Charles, I don't feel well at all. It's my stomach and my head." Alexia mumbled. 'More like my heart.' Alexia griped.

In the roomy Lexus luxury car, Alexia shed some more tears of disbelief. She knew Katrina was mean, but not that mean! Alexia sped through the kitchen and the living room, up the elegant stairs as quick as she could before her mother asked her why she was home. Alexia sobbed into her plush throw pillows in a cozy nook in the corner of her room that she always used for reading. The plush orange down duvet on the four-poster bed was wrinkled and tear-stained. A curtain of gold beads surrounded the enormous bed, creating an illusion of privacy. The plush fluffy yellow and soft blue shag rugs were littered across the floor. Alexia collapsed on the bed in a heap of tears, wrinkled clothes, tissues, and snot.

Rayna and Hallie shared an uncertain glance. "Kat, I know you're mad at her, but isn't that a little overkill? I mean, she's already dressing to a fake theme that's totally off for your big party." Rayna piped up. Katrina silenced her with an icy glare. But inside, Katrina was wondering the same thing. Had she been too "Anyway, don't we have some shopping to do? The party's in five days!" Hallie interrupted, breaking the tension between Katrina and Rayna. "Oh yeah!" Rayna squealed. "Girls, we'll go to the Westlake Mall right after school, and then we'll rendezvous back at my house to send out all the invites." Katrina declared. The girls squealed excitedly and hopped up and down on their designer heels.

In the limo, the girls reglossed and speed-checked their already perfect hairdos. "Kay, I decided my dress will be royal purple or lavender, definitely with shimmer, and I'm thinking of a halter or strapless one. And obviously, it has to be floor-length." Katrina announced. "Mine will be sky blue or baby blue, but the dress is going to be gauzy and shimmery." Rayna said. "Ohhh! I think pale yellow, a soft shade of pink, or a light orange dress would look great with my complexion and hair!" Hallie giggled. At the mall, Katrina linked arms with her besties and sashayed into BCBG. Katrina was determined not to let her worries about Alexia ruin her party. She and the CTT would look and be fabulous; even without a cuh-rucial ex-member.