Massie glared at the back of Claire's head. Why, why, why?
"Kuh-laire, I swear to Gawd-" she began, amber eyes flashing.
"Chill, Mass," Claire said, twisting around in her seat. "This isn't that evil. We don't even go upside down, you wimp."
Massie opened her mouth to deny her fear (more like morbid thoughts, but no fear!), but then the ground dropped out from under her. The girls were screaming, laughing hysterically, although Massie had no idea why.
"I! HATE! YOU!" Massie screamed, as she continued to fall. Abruptly, they were headed upward again, but Massie wasn't happy at all. Another rise meant another fall.
In more ways than one, M.
Claire cackled as the roller coaster car sped downhill again. She laughed hysterically. This was nothing. Absolutely nothing to her. She'd grown up around Walt Disney world, so she'd been on roller coaters ever since she was about eight and met the height requirements.
Too bad Massie was almost dying behind her. Massie had considered roller coasters to be childish and immature, for babies only. So today, Claire had dragged on TPC, and all were enjoying themselves, except for Massie, who seemed ready to jump off.
Talk about a smart idea!
After they got off, a dizzy Massie was laughing and agreeing, "Oh, yeah, that was nothing."
"Really? Then explain these." Claire pointed at the small TV screens, which displayed the pictures taken on various points of the ride, which customers could buy. Then, right on the TV that was in the middle, a picture of Massie showed up. She was clutching the bar, eyes squished shut, and her mouth was open and screaming. Another showed her dripping wet, eye enormous and mouth open in shock. There was another, with her glaring at the back of Claire's head, dripping wet and pulling her hair into a high ponytail.
Trés flattering, M.
Massie's jaw dropped, but she quickly snapped her mouth shut. "Kuh-laire, that's horrible. Why didn't you warn me?"
"Now what fun would that be?" Claire giggled, trying not to give in to full-blown laughter that would make Massie truly angry.
"Whatevs. Let's get back to the hotel, I wanna change." Massie frowned as she pulled her soaking wet white Ella Moss tank top away from her skin.
"Yeah. I think there's a sushi buffet there too," Dylan said, tugging on the ends of her dripping hair.
"Oh," Alicia said, softly, and hopefully.
"Well? Let's go. The dripping isn't good for my camera," Kristen complained. She was holding her pink digital Elph away from her, so as not to soak it.
So they headed back to the hotel, and changed. Massie emerged in a teal t-shirt and denim capris, with Alicia's black platform flip flops on her feet. Kristen had side-braided her hair and was wearing a black tank top and denim shorts, with a pink Juicy hoodie. Alicia wore a navy Ralph Lauren t-shirtdress with a simple hood. She'd paired it with black knee-length leggings that had lace at the bottom, and silver ballet flats. Dylan wore a white pleated tennis skirt and a blue Lacoste polo. Claire was wearing a pink Hollister t-shirt and denim short-shorts.
Quickly they snapped the lights off and locked up the room, walking down the hall to the sushi restraunt. When they got there, they were seated immediately, having presented their BOCD id cards. It was part of the trip: pri over all other guests. (A/n: "pri" means "priority" for those of us who don't know.)
Soon, they had left their designer purses at the table and were in line. Or rather, they were cutting into the line. And it didn't matter how much the others complained, because (while his wasn't covered by the BOCD pri) Massie and TPC had pri over everyone. They didn't need ID cards to prove it.
How nice, ladies. Working what you're soon to lose…
Massie watched with distaste as Claire loaded her plate with sushi, lobster omelets, crab quesodillas, shrimp cocktails, and many other fat-filled non-carb-free dishes.
"Kuh-laire," Massie said, her tone hushed. "You're eating like Dylan!"
Claire slowly stopped shoveling crab legs onto her plate. "Am not!"
"You're right," Massie hissed. "You're worse! Even Dylan managed to only grab fat-free stuff! You've drenched everything in butter!"
"Is there something wrong with that? I enjoy carbs," Claire mumbled.
Massie looked horrified. "That's disgusting!" she growled. "At least limit yourself on how many carbs, or make sure they're healthy!"
Healthy carbs? Right.
Claire poured melted butter into a clear glass bowl. "But I though vacations were for letting go," she teased, laughing a little at Massie's mortified expression.
"No," Massie said. "Vacations are for tanning and dieting, so we come back better and skinnier than when we left, so we can eat normally when everyone sees us, and have them wonder how we're so skinny!"
Massie paused for breath, then became a little red. Had she just explained part of the unspoken rules of popularity to…Kuh-laire?
Angrily, she stomped off to the cash register, where she paid for her ten-dollar meal with a crisp fifty and marched back to the table with only a few tuna rolls on her plate.
Seconds later, she stomped back to pour herself a glass of orange juice (one dollar per glass) and slapped a five dollar bill on the counter before stalking away yet again.
Dramatic exit ruined!
Dylan, Alicia, Kristen, and Claire stared after their alpha. Alicia pressed a fifty into Dylan's hand, said she'd be right back, and instructed Dylan to get her a lobster tail. Then she dashed after Massie, sitting down gracefully to reason with the angered alpha.
Claire watched this in silence, wondering why exactly Massie had gotten so mad over nothing at all.
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Blair sighed as she watched Massie stomp around the café, giggling when she had to stomp back to grab some forgotten item. She watched the beta scramble back to soothe the girl.
Quickly, Blair whipped out her iPhone and began typing away, irritated. She logged onto then began to type an email.
Dear GG,
Hey. Its B here, and I have gossip! M and A are sitting close together at a table together…alone…sans dates! Or are they together? Whatever, just thought that looked rather juicy…
XOXO,
B
She sighed and sent the wicked email. It was mostly true… Massie and Alicia were at the table alone. But Blair knew the other three were emerging from the long line at any minute, so it was impossible that they're on a date. But still, if she hadn't known that the others were there, she might have been suspicious. Really suspicious. So, she took a few pictures and uploaded them. Quickly, before her conscience could catch up with her, she typed a second email:
Dear GG,
B again. I am sending pics of proof, because I know, it sounds absolutely crazy that the popular girls here are lesbigays. I think you would have wanted proof, so here it is…
XOXO,
B
She attached the photos and sent them on their way, laughing darkly.
"B?" Serena looked at her friend, completely concerned, and frowned. "Um, are you okay?"
Blair glanced up. "Yeah. Sorry," she said, realizing she must have looked insane. She had been holding her phone under the table, so to her friend, it looked as though she was just laughing wickedly at…nothing. Insane? Pretty much.
"Kay," Serena said, shrugging. "So, did you see that girl in the line? She's drenched everything on her plate in butter! Gross."
Serena tipped her head towards Claire, who was paying for her fat-filled meal. She'd also grabbed a huge chunk of chocolate, like what they sell at grocery stores for melting into fondue.
"Ew!" Blair said, crinkling her nose. She used her spoon to pour caviar over her lobster omelet, then took a tiny bite. "Mmmm…"
"What's that?" Serena asked, pointing at the tiny orange fish eggs on Blair's plate.
"Caviar!"
"Isn't caviar black?"
Blair shrugged.
"Ew! Fishy!" Serena crinkled her nose. "Isn't that so gross? You're eating unborn fish on unborn chickens!"
"With already-born lobster chunks," Blair added, before saying, "And it's not nearly as gross as it sounds, honestly!"
Serena crinkled her nose and dipped a shrimp into a tiny cup of marinara sauce. "Sounds pretty nasty to me."
Blair's phone buzzed under the table.
She answered it quickly, checking her messages rapidly. Who was it? Had Nate gotten the invite already?
No. Just Gossip Girl, responding to Blair's not-so-true emails.
Dear B,
Well, thanks! I'll run a quickie piece on this. It's definitely worth noting, esp. with those fab pics you sent. Let's hope you're not stalking them…Cause that would make you more "lesbigay" than they are!
-GG
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Brett watched somewhat reluctantly as Blair typed away at her iPhone, eyes flashing wickedly. Whoever named her as "Sweetest Girl At Constance Billard" was seriously delusional.
"Hey, Brett?" Tinsley nudged her friend's foot. "Did you hear me?"
Brett shook her head, her fire-engine-red hair flying, and answered honestly, "No."
"I said, 'Can you believe that girl is pouring so much butter on her food?' It's a wonder she isn't totally chubby. And ew, butter poured onto an omelet? Ugh!" Tinsley shuddered, frowning in disgust.
Callie nodded, her tiny blonde pigtails bouncing. "That's so gross. She's gonna get so fat."
"Or she'll die of a heart attack before she can even get fat," Brett added, loyally.
Tinsley smirked. Her violet eyes scanned Claire, searching for another fault. "Oh, my God. Is she wearing Keds?"
"Ew!" Callie squealed. She wriggled her own Chanel-clad foot. "Couture or nothing, for me."
The other two nodded. "Ugh," Tinsley agreed. "Keds are so last season…no, I take that back."
The girls' eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"Keds were never in. They can't be last season if they were never IN." Tinsley crinkled her nose at Claire's denim shoes one last time before standing up. The other two followed her example and they left the buffet, whispering among themselves.
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"So, Jenny, how much do you just love Claire?" Layne said. She walked right up to Claire, who was on her way to the table with Alicia and Dylan on one side, and Kristen on the other. Layne wedged herself, and Jenny, between Kristen and Claire. Kristen rolled her eyes and fled to stand by Dylan. "Is she not the coolest?"
"Hey, Claire," Jenny mumbled shyly. She wondered how she'd gone from carpooling with Serena and Blair last week to hanging out with Layne this week. Ugh. Would Massie and her Pretty Committee have approved of her if she'd walked in with Blair and Serena? Or would they still have whispered about her, like they had?
Trust me, they would.
Claire, oblivious to Jenny's thoughts, smiled brightly. "Oh, hey, Jenny," she said, lightly. "What's up?"
"Layne wanted to show me her 'generic' friend," Jenny said.
Layne grinned in response to Claire's dark glare. Generic?
"You know," Lanye said lightly. "The pretty, blonde, skinny, popular friend. Generic popular."
"Thanks," Claire mumbled and shoved past them girls. Alicia, Kristen, and Dylan scurried after her, not wanting to stand next to the LBR and the wannabe.
"What?" Layne blinked her eyes with genuine confusion. "Did I say something?"
Jenny yanked her arm free from Layne and scurried after them.
"Sellout!" Layne shouted.
Jenny's answer came back quickly:
"Freak!"
Layne chuckled. "Hate you too."
A/N: Wow. This is weird! I have no idea what the importance of the last part was, other than to show you how Jenny thinks…and that Layne is a total moron. A bullet-proof moron. Ha! Well, you already read it, so review! You using the pretty blue button at the bottom of the screen inspires me to actually post the next chap!
XOXO!