Author's Note: Sorry it took me so long, but I tried to make this chapter better for you guys!
Alicia's Limo
Carpool
October 24th
7:46 a.m.
"So, anyone have any gossip?" Alicia leaned back, settling comfortably on the warm leather seats.
"I have some," Claire offered. Everyone looked at her, surprised that she had heard something before they did.
"What is it?" Kristen had a sour look on her face, like she had just drunken a carton of expired milk.
"Well, before I tell you, tell me why you look like you just caught a whiff of B.O." Claire rolled her eyes.
"Nothing. I'm just surprised you had gossip before Alicia, Olivia, and me," Kristen admitted truthfully.
"Yeah. Some Rayne girl called me last night," Claire's blue pupils were about to take another trip around her eyes.
"Well, what's the gossip?" Olivia tapped her ballet-flat-clad feet on the clean, white, shag carpet.
"Don't worry, I'm getting there." Claire giggled.
"In a million years," Alicia muttered, earning giggles from the other girls, as well.
"Anyways, Rayne told me that everybody at school has been talking about Massie."
"That's no surprise," Olivia commented.
"Except for the fact that they're talking about Massie's 'low economic status'." Claire giggled as she made air quotes with her fingers.
The other girls sat in shock for a couple of seconds before screaming in unison, causing Dean to tap on the dark window that separated him from the girls.
"We're the new Pretty Committee, girls," Alicia crowed.
Dylan's Lexus
Carpool
October 24th
7:49 a.m.
"Sorry we're late," Dylan called to Massie out the window. "I couldn't find my other shoe." She stuck her new green and white polka dotted peep-toe wedges from Marc Jacobs in Massie's face.
"Gross." Massie giggled as she pushed Dylan's foot away. "But I love them. Totally ah-dorable. By the way, so is your outfit," Massie complimented, noticing Dylan's long dark green v-neck tunic by Lacoste and black leggings by Stella McCartney.
"So is yours," Dylan returned after getting a look at Massie's lavender Vera Wang mini-dress and medium-wash Versace skinny jeans underneath, paired with teal Prada sling backs and chunky variants of teal necklaces around her neck.
"Thanks." Massie swiped her gloss across her lips. She smiled, knowing that Dylan didn't suspect that she got the clothes from a second-hand store in downtown New York a couple of days ago.
"Where's Alicia?" Massie casually asked, already knowing the answer.
"Having her own carpool with the posers," Dylan scoffed. "She made up some lame excuse about being grounded and not being able to hang out with us after school.
Massie rolled her eyes at Alicia's explanation. She ruffled through her bag, searching for her phone. When she pulled it out, she held the power button, waiting for it to turn on.
"I turned it off because LBRs kept on calling me," she explained to Dylan. Finally, the phone was on.
"Whoa," Massie whispered.
"What?" Dylan tried to peek at the tiny screen.
"448 voicemails, 510 text messages, and 704 missed calls." Massie's voice was edged with awe. Even though she was OCD's most popular girl, for now at least, she never got that many calls, voicemails, or texts.
Dylan whistled appreciatively. "And you thought that Kristen, Claire, Olivia, and Alicia were stealing your fame."
"Yeah. I wonder what's going on." Massie's voice was quiet and filled with astonishment.
"Well, let's see," Dylan impatiently said as she grabbed Massie's cell phone from her hands.
"Check the texts first. I don't really want to hear annoying LBRs worshipping me over the phone. I bet that Kristen, Claire, Olivia, and Alicia gave out my cell number as revenge." Massie's amber pupils made a trip around her eyes as she recovered from her previous shock.
Massie narrowed her eyes when she didn't hear Dylan's expected giggle.
"What's wrong," she asked immediately, sensing Dylan's fearfulness.
Dylan wordlessly handed over Massie's phone.
ALICIA: I GUESS U KNO NOW. I'M ON THE OTHER SIDE.
Massie sighed impatiently. She already knew that. Why was Dylan so upset? She clicked the next button on her cell phone and saw whom the next text was from.
"Ew, Lanie," she muttered under her breath, disgusted that the LBR would actually dare to text her. As her eyes scanned the tiny screen, her look of repulsion was replaced by confusion and then by horror.
"Yeah. It's bad." Dylan's voice sounded hollow and fake to Massie's ears.
What if Lanie wasn't the only one? What if Dylan hates me along with the rest of OCD? That's it. I'll just go to public school. Oh wait, no. What am I thinking? I can't go to public school. That would be miserable.
Massie's thoughts raced through her mind, making her feel as if the Indy 500 was being held in her head. She was interrupted by a large hug from Dylan.
"Don't worry. I don't care what everybody else says. I'm still your friend," Dylan soothed Massie.
Massie's mouth broke into a wavering smile. "Thanks, Dylan. You're a real friend," she whispered. She let the cell phone drop from her hands, revealing the text to all.
LANIE: I HATE U. U MADE MY LIFE MISERABLE AT OCD. U LABELED ME A "LBR". NOW UR THE LBR. EVERY1 AT OCD KNOS UR POOR. UR REPUTATION IS DEAD 2 ME AND THE REST OF OCD. UR REIGN OF TERROR IS OVER. HAVE FUN ON THE Z-LIST, JERK.
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