Fashion Club Crisis: Sandi's Secret Admirer
by Imaj
Part 3
Authors note: Now, I'm really shocked. 2 days, 3 reviews? Thank you guys for the complements (and the bit of criticism). Honestly I dislike using 'made up' characters, like Sabrina Reavas. For the plot I had in mind I couldn't think of any characters from the show. I needed a female brain who could be obsessed with Sandi... you could see how that puts me in the position to create a character.
"Yeah, I know! He's totally not her type. That would be cute on him. Yeah. Yeah." Quinn was on the phone when Daria got home. She was a little surprised to see her. It was suppose to be the day Quinn got home late because of a weekly mandatory Fashion Club meeting. Daria stepped into the room in front of Quinn, papers in hand.
"Hey Stacey can I call you back? Cool, yeah you too." Quinn hung up the phone, then explained to Daria, "You don't have to find out who that stalker guy is anymore. It's all over."
"Oh? So, if I found out who 'the stalker guy' was, it's no longer worth the money?" Daria frowned.
Quinn bit her lip. A part of her still wanted to know, then she'd at least know if he was a total freak. But was it really worth two weeks allowance? Hey, maybe Sandi would pay to find out who it was! Now that she was over it, it could be fun just to find out who the freak really was.
"Maybe. Let me call Sandi, I'll see if she wants to know." Quinn hit the speed Dial.
"I don't think that a good ide-" Daria began.
"Hey Sandi, feeling any better? You don't sound so good. I was wondering if you wanted to know who the sta, I mean secret admirer was. You don't know? That's a weird answer Sandi. Alright. I'll talk to you later then, bye." Quinn set the phone down and looked at Daria thoughtfully (well, almost).
"Well?"
"forty dollars, and that's it."
"forty-five and you have a deal."
"Fine. So who was it?" Quinn demanded.
"A senior" Daria handed the year book page with Sabrina's picture circled over to Quinn, "She's actually not so bad."
"She? Ewwwww!" Quinn threw the picture, "You're joking right?"
"Nope, that's the stalker. She requests you don't throw it in Sandi's face, and…" Daria pondered the note she read that Sandi had written. Quinn was probably clueless to Sandi's involvement in the situation. It wasn't Daria's style to get involved in teenage drama. "Never mind.", she said and went up to her room.
Quinn waited until she heard Daria's room door close, then she picked the picture back up. The girl wasn't particularly stylish, but she wasn't completely unfixable like Daria would be. She wasn't a hideous freak like Quinn had imagined the guy to be. In a way him being a she was worse, that was totally taboo. Sandi would freak out. It would sure feel good to be right though. What would Sandi say hmmm, 'gee Quinn, you were right. If I hadn't listened to you, people would be calling me a lezbo now. I owe you everything Quinn.' She was dozing off with the picture in hand, imagining Sandi's speech, 'You deserve to be President of the Fashion Club, I appoint you our new adviser….
She woke up startled. The phone was ringing. She answered it cheerful as ever. Stacey was in a panic, saying Sandi wasn't answering her phone. It just kept ringing like a horror movie. Quinn calmed her down, as usual. Then she tried to call Sandi herself. Stacey was right, no answer. It wasn't that far of a walk, and the nice night air would clear her head. How was she going break the news to Sandi? She headed over with the yearbook page. No one answered the door. Apparently Sandi's family wasn't home. Quinn turned the doorknob. It was unlocked, so she let herself in.
"Sandi?" She called up the stairs. She was getting a really eerie feeling. Suddenly this image of finding Sandi dead, the stalker girl standing over her body filled her mind. She ran up the stairs, her heart pounding a zillion miles a minute. Sandi was laying on the floor of her room, out cold. She had a piece of paper clench in each hand. The tear streaks on her face showed that she had been crying, a lot. That's why she had sounded so sick on the phone. Crying always makes you sound sick. Quinn suddenly felt sorry for the way she had been acting. She knelt down beside Sandi and made sure she was breathing, just in case. Next she took one of the papers from her hand. It was the first note. Then she took the other. It was the last note. Quinn found out that Sandi had been lying, she didn't call it off, the stalker had. Looking at the yearbook picture again, she frowned. This girl had called it off. She realized that if she had pursued this, even if Sandi went along with it behind all of the Fashion club's backs, people would have found out. Sandi would have been destroyed. It was still gross, and even impossible to imagine Sandi even considering something like that… but Quinn couldn't have imagined Sandi crying herself to sleep over some nobody either. Sandi was a cold-hearted bitch, who cared for no one. She was a horrible friend. Quinn really didn't think she could care about anything other than fashion, and power.
Quinn tapped Sandi whispering her name. When that didn't work, she shook her a bit saying her name aloud. That worked, her eyes popped open and she screamed.
"Oh Jesus Christ Quinn! I thought you were someone else…" Sandi scolded once she realized it was Quinn, sitting up she added, "Why are you here? Hey those are mine!"
"Look Sandi, stop playing tough girl for just a few minutes here. I swear I won't tell anyone anything you say to me tonight."
Sandi squinted her eyes at Quinn distrustingly and snatched her notes back.
"So, you didn't give up on him did you?" Quinn asked.
"If you must pry, no. I didn't, he freaked out." Sandi was still scowling, like Quinn was just here to ruin her.
"It was for your own good Sandi. I found out who he was." Quinn sighed.
"That's wonderful, I don't care." Sandi scoffed and rolled her eyes.
"You mean, you aren't even the slightest bit curious?" Quinn was shocked, that was something else she hadn't expected. If Sandi WAS going to cry herself to sleep over it, why not be curious?
"What does it matter Quinn? I don't care who he is, I don't think I ever did. You couldn't understand that though Quinn, your simple mind won't allow it. But don't worry, Tiffany and Stacey would be even more confused."
"Damn it Sandi, obviously there's a lot more to you than you let on. Don't you think there could be more to me too? You always think I'm trying to stab you in the back, take your place and all that. Well, this was my chance." Quinn shoved the yearbook page into Sandi's hand, then stood up, "Your secret admirer was a girl."
Quinn was so angry, she wanted to leave but her feet weren't moving. She was just standing there staring down at Sandi, who had very little fight in her now. She unfolded the yearbook page and stared at it long and hard, her face was completely unreadable. It was as if she was trying to see through the piece of paper. Then she tossed it aside along with her notes.
"I wish you hadn't shown me that." She said quietly and quite defeated. The phone rang. She ignored it.
Quinn picked it up, "Sorry Sandi is busy right now, can I take a message? Stacey, she's fine. I'll call you in a while. Chill out." Then she put it back down. She knelt down beside Sandi again.
"You want to talk?" Quinn asked, she thought it was the right thing to say.
"Not to you." Sandi retorted. Quinn stood again, and was about to leave when Sandi spoke again, "Wait, Quinn…"
"Hmm?" Quinn looked over her shoulder.
"You promised you wouldn't tell anyone what I told you tonight, right? IF you ever do I'll deny it, and make you look stupid."
"I won't say anything to anyone." Quinn sighed then returned to her spot on the floor with Sandi. Why was she being so patient? Was it guilt?
"I-, I-" Sandi was having trouble forming words, "Look, everyone likes you better. I hate that. I hate you. And here you are, trying to help me."
"I hate you too, Sandi." Quinn smiled, making the comment a friendly gesture.
"I know, I'm not blind. Anyway, I liked the letters. I liked the flowers, and this necklace. It was like it made me feel something."
"Love?"
"I doubt that. But something."
"Hmmm, and that's why you didn't care who was behind it?" Quinn asked.
"Something like that. Even though now I know who was behind it, it doesn't bother me as much as it should. I talked to that girl once, she was very polite, and all that. I wasn't though, I think I called her an upper-class loser and told her to get out of my way."
"I never met her, or at least I don't remember meeting her if I did." Quinn shrugged.
"Point is, Quinn, she still…" Sandi had a blank look. It looked as if someone had come in and taken away the Sandi everyone knew and only left this weird shell of a Sandi in her room, mid sentence. Quinn waited for the end of the sentence but when it didn't come she spoke up.
"Hey we should call this…what's her name?" Quinn picked the picture up again, "Sabrina Reavas." Sandi's blank expression quickly shifted into fear. Quinn was seeing a bunch of the sides of Sandi she didn't know existed. This night was too weird. She was sure calling Sabrina Reavas would put Sandi's mind at rest though. She picked up the phone and dialed 411.
"Sabrina Reavas please, Lawndale." She put her hand over the receiver, "It's connecting…" Then she tried handing the phone to Sandi.
"Why are you doing this?" Sandi begged, looking desperately scared, but she took the phone.
"Trying to make everything right, okay?"
"Hello?" A sleepy voice answered on the other end of the line.
"Uh, hi." Sandi said. Quinn urged her to say more, but nothing came to mind.
"Is this who I think it is?" The girls voice didn't sound friendly, but it didn't sound angry either. More than anything, sleepy.
"It's Sandi Griffin."
"Wow." The girl said simply, "I think I'm dreaming. Am I dreaming?"
"No. At least, I don't think you are." Sandi was surprised she was feeling a little more comfortable. Only a little, but it wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been.
"So, Sandi Griffin what brings you to call a complete stranger like me at… 1 am?"
"Quinn Morgondorfer"
"Quinn? Why? No, never mind. Did you like the present?" Her voice was coming round, she didn't sound so asleep anymore.
"I love the necklace, it's the perfect style for my neck, where did you get it?"
"Don't worry about that, I'm glad you liked it. I can't believe you called. Your talking to me… you do know you are the president of the fashion club right?"
"How could I forget?" Sandi frowned. The Fashion club was her life, she never thought it could be her demise as well. But was it a demise to not know this girl? If only she could pass this girl off as a friend of hers. Then she could actually know more. Why not? The Fashion club could have a fifth recruit. A senior. Seriously, why not? "Maybe you would like to join the Fashion Club?"
"That's funny." The girl chuckled at the thought, then apparently realized Sandi was serious, "I could play along, but I don't think I can pretend to be ditsy. I'm not a ditz. Don't you think it would be a little awkward though?"
"No, I think I have a plan." And Sandi did have a plan. It was a plan that could easily fall apart if she didn't play it right though.
"A plan?"
"You still want your chance right?" Sandi asked impatiently.
"I can't believe you just said that." Sabrina said, still shocked that Sandi was even talking to her, much more so at the fact she was flirting with her.
"Well, don't make me repeat it. Are you in or not?"
"There's the good old Sandi." Sabrina was smiling on the other end, "Just name the time and place, and I'll be there."
"I'll hold a meeting tomorrow, I'll see if the rest of the group accepts you as a new member. If they do, my plan should work." Sandi was still figuring it out.
"I like the sound of that. Tomorrow what time?"
"Right after school in the courtyard."
"I'll see you then Sandi."
"Alright." She said. Then remembered that the girl would need to be fashionable to be in the Fashion Club, "Try to dress, uh, stylish, if you have the slightest idea what that means."
"Kay, you have a goodnight, love" Sabrina said and hung up the phone.
"Heh," Sandy hung up her end, and shook her head, "Are you really backing me up on this, Quinn?"
Quinn hadn't expected the conversation to take THAT turn,but she did start it. There had to be something positive about Sandi walking into her own doom.
"Sandi, Sandi, Sandi. The less guys you go after, the more for me." Quinn laughed. Sandi smirked, Quinn's joke wasn't all that funny.
