"Come AWN, Kuh-laire." Massie tugged the blonde's arm, pulling her in the opposite direction of the cafeteria.
"But…why aren't we eating lunch?" Claire asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.
"I have to talk to Principal Weezer about something, and this was the only time I could schedule an appointment," Massie explained, rolling her eyes as if it were the most ahb-vious thing in the world.
"What do you have to talk to Principal Weezer about?" Claire asked as she allowed the brunette to drag her down the hall to the principal's office, Massie's silver Manolos clacking on the smooth linoleum.
"Just follow my lead," Massie instructed, reaching out and turning the door handle with her French manicured fingers. Claire shrugged her white cotton shrug draped shoulders and walked into the office after her.
"How can I help you?" the assistant looked up from the stack of papers on her desk at the two designer-clad girls. Massie had on a heather gray knit jumper by Juicy Couture over straight-leg Citizens of Humanity jeans. Claire was wearing the borrowed-from-Massie DKNY shrug over a nautical striped tank top she'd had forever, the Sevens jeans Massie bought her, and her white Keds.
"I'm here to see Principal Weezer," Massie explained sweetly.
"I'll let her know you're here." The assistant, a primly dressed woman in her mid-forties with a severe brown bob, got up from her black rolling chair and walked into the adjoining office. A few moments later she reappeared and beckoned the two girls in. Massie smoothed her hand over her glossy brunette hair and walked confidently into the room. Claire followed meekly behind her. She'd never been in the principal's office before and she couldn't help but feel like she was in trouble for something.
"How can I help you two girls?" Principal Weezer asked as they entered the room.
"I wanted to talk to you about hosting a… fund-raiser of sorts. To benefit the school," Massie explained slowly, carefully selecting her words. Claire raised her eyebrows but said nothing.
"I just love when students are interested in helping their school." Weezer leaned forward conspiratorially, propping her elbows on the wooden desk. "Tell me, what is it you're planning to do?"
"I was thinking that we—Claire and I—could host a fashion show. We could hold it in the gym after school and charge a five dollar entry fee," Massie explained matter-of-factly.
"I think that's a lovely idea," Principal Weezer declared. "And the two of you will organize everything yourselves? Advertise it? Put up posters?"
"I've got it all covered." Massie smiled, tucking a lock of coffee colored hair behind her ear.
"You're going to need a teacher sponsor," Weezer mused. "And some volunteers."
"How about Ms. Fields?" Claire put in, naming her homeroom teacher. The spastic, frizzy-haired red-head was horribly unorganized but incredibly enthusiastic. She made a great candidate for teacher sponsor. Massie ahb-viously ah-greed, because she flashed Claire a winning smile.
"You're going to have to go ask her nicely," the principal instructed, as if they were five.
"Of course," Massie said, a smile still plastered on her face.
"What day do you plan to host this fashion show?"
"Three weeks from today," the brunette promptly answered. "That way we'll have enough time to spread the word and get everything ready."
Claire listened as Massie and Principal Weezer continued going over all the details. It was decided that they could enlist the Sewing Club to make clothes for the show, and that sign up sheets for wannabe models could be put up in the cafeteria. Finally, the principal dismissed them, and Massie and Claire made their way to the vending machines so they could at least eat a quick snack before their next class to make up for missing lunch.
"A fashion show?" Claire inquired as she tore open a bag of Lays.
Massie wrinkled her nose in disgust at Claire's greasy choice of food, but nodded.
"Why?"
"It's all part of the plan, Kuh-laire," Massie explained, taking a bite out of her Special K strawberry breakfast bar.
"What plan?" Claire asked, crunching on a handful of chips.
"My plan to get back at Sarah."
Claire wondered how on earth a fashion show was going to help Massie get revenge on Sarah, but decided not to ask any more questions. She would probably be better off not knowing.
