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Chapter 2 Slum it or Style it?

'Obviously Paige is still wanted by every jockstrap in this godforsaken school. Why don't they understand? Do they think this is some kind of joke? Paige isn't exactly attention-starved, so it's not like she's just doing it for the rep. She loves me. Right?' Lexie thought to herself. She gritted her already clenched teeth.

'But, what if it's not a jockstrap? What if… it's a pom-pom? Probably that Heather Sinclair. Or… Hazel? She's always had it in for me. Maybe even Manny Santos. Wherever Paige was, Manny always seemed to be. Or someone else on the Spirit Squad. I was never a fan of that stupid organization. Bah, I think too much.'

She glared at her body in the full-length mirror across from her obviously un-made bed. Holding up different outfits to see how they'd look, she just couldn't decide which would make Paige's panties drop. Alex was never a fan of competition. Hell, the word 'sport' wasn't even a part of her vocabulary, but she needed to look her best for this party in case the mystery admirer struck again. She settled on a black leather miniskirt and a revealing teal cami. She threw on a pair of knee-length black boots, applied a bit of peach colored lip gloss, heavy black eyeliner, and voila! Gorgeous as ever. Alex didn't have to do much primping to look beautiful. She was a natural beauty and anything but high maintenance.

That's the thing Jay loved about her most. He could randomly call her saying he would be at her house in 5 and she'd be all set in 3. Then again, those days Lexie didn't dress to impress. She never felt like she had to impress Jay. He liked her just the was she was. A wife beater and torn jeans were "hot" to Jay. But with Paige, Alex felt she had to look anything but ordinary. It wasn't like she was just dating some chick. She was dating queen bee of Degrassi; head and founder of Spirit Squad; and all-around bombshell. She always had to make a good impression.

She hoped and prayed her decision on dress tonight would live up to Paige's expectations. She sat outside waiting for her ride.

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And then there's Paige…

"So, I was thinking of keeping my hair curly, maybe throwing on that new red halter I just bought and maybe a mini jean skirt? But, I can't decide between red or black pumps. And what color eye shadow? Lipstick or lip-gloss? Pantyhose or none? What jewelry should I wear? Hazel, answer me?" Paige pleaded into the ear of her best friend. She talked a mile a minute, it was no wonder Hazel had drifted off into her own little world.

"What? I'm sorry hun, I got side-tracked. Jimmy's here though. I've got to go. I'll see you tonight?"

Before Paige could muster out a response, she heard the dial-tone.

"What a big help you are." Sighing, she closed her flip phone and tossed it onto her queen-sized bed filled with possible evening wear attire.

'I've got to look hot tonight. But what if the admirer reveals himself? What do I do? Well, depends who it is. No! I can't say that. I have Alex! Alex, Alex, Alex! I'm a lesbian! Right?'

Frustrated, she stared into her mirror. She looked hard and long until finally it was like a light bulb went off above her blonde mane. She ran over to her closet and pulled out a lacy black and red halter dress that she had been saving for a special occasion. She quickly slipped it on, looking at the clock only to realize she probably should have left to pick up Lexie about 10 minutes ago.

"Shoes! I need shoes!" She re-opened her closet and pulled out lace-up black stilettos.

Checking herself out one last time and pleased with her selections, she grabbed her make-up bag and purse and darted for her car. She figured she could do her make-up while waiting for Lexie.

'Who am I kidding? Lexie takes 10 minutes to get ready. Why can't I be more like her?' She smiled to herself. 'God, I love that girl.'

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'Wow, she looks… breath-taking.' Paige thought as she approached Lexie's quaint little home. All her fears about the mystery admirer coming clean vanished as Alex opened the passenger side door, sat down, and swung her legs around to the inside. Paige couldn't help but feel some sort of rush as she glanced at Lexie's limbs out of the corner of her eye. They looked so smooth, so soft. She pulled the car door closed and they were off.

They arrived at the party, parking a mile away due to the major car pile-up all down the street. They could hear the music blaring before even reaching Marco's. Alex, realizing this is probably the only time she'd get the chance to talk to Paige as opposed to screaming over the music to talk to her, grabbed Paige's hand and stopped her from walking any further.

Paige, with a look of worry, questioned, "Hun, something wrong? If you don't want to be here, we could always go off on our own. Are you worried about the creep who sent me those flowers? Cause I want you to know, that you mean the world to…" Alex kissed her before she got the chance to finish her thought. They smiled at each other and proceeded to enter the party, hand in hand.

The party seemed to have been underway for quite some time now. There were loads of people. The usuals were spotted first; Jimmy with Hazel; Ellie with Craig; Manny with JT, Emma, and Peter; Spinner with Darcy, Marco, Dylan…

Dylan spotted his little sis and hurried on over to her with his new arm candy.

"Hey sis! I want you to meet Caleb… my new squeeze." Dylan seemed happy enough. 'Maybe just happy to be making a certain someone very very jealous,' Paige thought, and it sickened her. This whole ordeal was getting rapidly old.

"Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Paige." She smiled sweetly at her big brother's new crush, then glared up into Dylan's eyes. She just knew this would be killing Marco. To see your first love with someone new… Paige knew from experience, that it was complete utter heartbreak. Dylan just smiled and whispered something supposedly funny into Caleb's ear. Caleb laughed like it was the most clever thing he's ever heard. Paige rolled her eyes and scurried off with Alex to find Marco.

Sure enough, Marco was close by, hidden behind the punch bowl.

"How could he do this to me? No offense Paige, but you're brother… is scum." Marco was just as hurt at Paige thought he would be. She offered a comforting hand on his shoulder and he rested his head on her chest. Just then, a cute Italian in an Italia track jacket and semi-tight jeans approached the punch bowl. Instant "gaydar" told Marco that they were, indeed, playing in the same field. And with that, he was making his move.

Paige grabbed Alex and headed over to the keg where they had their first beers of the night. Paige took a sip and made a bitter face that Alex thought was the cutest thing she's ever seen. They laughed and playfully flirted. Cliché, but they danced the night away.

'The night is only beginning…' Alex thought to herself, smirking.

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He's been watching them all night. Flirting and touching and groping as they danced to the music. It was breaking his heart. But he knew that what he had to do next would only break someone else's.