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CHAPTER FOUR

That's Enough, Instigator

~Brett~

(Song: GNO- Miley Cyrus)

"Oh my god, I'm exhausted," Brett huffed as she plopped into a purple plush chair in the back VIP room at Saks Skye arranged for them ahead of time.

"You literally did shop until you dropped, didn't you," Lashaye teased, setting her bags on the large pink carpet in the middle of the room.

Brett glared at her playfully. "Shut the fuck up Shaye."

"Potty mouth are we," Jessette chimed in. "My, my, what would your mother say," she continued, giggling.

"Oh, excuse me." Skye got up, getting into the game. "Do please shut the fuck up," she said with pleading eyes. Lashaye, Brett and Jessette collapsed into giggles and soon the girls were clutching their stomachs.

"This place is really awesome," Brett commented once she got her breath. The room was decorated in zebra print, hot pink, and royal purple with bits of green. She looked around taking in her surroundings.

"Glad you like it," a voice said from behind her said. Brett whirled around, seeing a wildly dressed teenage girl. Long black bangs in her almost-clear blue eyes, shorter spiky black hair then long in the back, a white tutu skirt, blue tie-dye leggings, a bright yellow long sleeve top, denim hot pink vest, five clunky chains around her neck, and black knee high leather biker boots made her look out of the ordinary and cute.

"Hey Robin!" Skye greeted the girl with a hug. Is there anyone she doesn't recognize? Brett thought.

"Skye-Blue! How's you're mom," Robin asked, smiling. Brett exchanged a look with Lashaye and Jessette that proved to show they were as bemused as I was.

"Uh…Skye? Who is she," Brett questioned.

"Huh? Oh! Sorry guys. This is my cousin Robin. She gave my cell a ring when she heard about our party and said she could totally hook us up, right?" Skye looked at her cousin who nodded and smiled.

"Absolutely. The paparazzi are going to be battling for a shot of you all when I'm done." With that, she clapped and a left the room, returning with two racks of clothes and then leaving once again and entering the room with two more racks.

"Now, Skye gave me pictures of each of you and your dress sizes so I could pick out suitable outfits," Robin explained, looking at each of us. "Each rack is labeled with a note card with your name on it. Find it and proceed to experiment with the skinny jeans, tops, dresses and accessories." She smiled and pressed a button on the wall, and 3oh!3's Starstrukk blasted from concealed speakers. "Now let's pre-party! Whoohoo," Robin whooped.

Brett slipped on a silk apple green halter mini-dress and turned to Skye. "What do you think of this," she asked tentatively, smoothing out the bottom.

"It looks great." Skye paused. "Raise your arms," she directed. Brett did so, and her lacy pink Victoria Secret underwear peeked out from underneath her dress.

"Pass," Skye decided, and turned back to her own rack, pulling out her first outfit, a gold Ella Moss tube top with tiny gold stripes, True Religion tiny dark wash denim shorts and brown cowboy boots. Of course the first outfit she finds is perfect for her Brett thought enviously.

"How do I look," Skye asked all of us, twirling to model her ensemble.

"You look great," Brett answered honestly. Jessette glanced up from strapping up some heels and shrugged. "You look good, but keep looking. Or add something." Skye checked her self out in one wall completely covered in mirror.

"Yeah, it looks ok, but I think it'd look better on you, B."

Brett strolled up next to her and looked at them both in the mirror. "You think so?" I put on the outfit then decided it needed something. Hmm… I pulled off a brown leather jacket made to look weathered.

Skye nodded profusely. "Definitely." Skye stripped out of her outfit and handed it to Brett and bounced over to Brett's rack, pulling out a red plaid boyfriend shirt. "If I can have this."

"Take it," Brett waved it away, changing into her new outfit. Skye whipped the top off and pulled a pair of khaki drawstring shorts from her rack with a purple racerback tank that had a large picture of a sunset on it.

"Beach chic," Skye announced. Twisting a turning to get better looks of herself she said, "I don't normally choose the first outfit I find, but this is perfect." She tied the front ends of her plaid top. "How about you guys."

"I'm done," Brett pronounced, finished strapping on some bejeweled ankle sandals and added a ton of bangles on my arm, completing her look.

"Line up Pretties," Skye demanded and Jessette, Lashaye and I stood side by side. Lashaye was wearing a BCBG forest green drop-waist smock dress that hit mid thigh with a wide brown belt around her waist. Wooden bangles and Prada thong sandals with moccasin fringe, along with thin gold hoops in her ears made her look fabulous.

Jessette had on a short navy blue Marc Jacobs sundress with gold Chloé clunky wedges, and gold palm tree earrings, and a matching sun necklace. Underneath her dress she wore jean Diesel capri's.

Skye walked in front of us slowly like an army general, inspecting us from head to toe. "Jessette, ditch the capri's. Less is more, at least in this situation. Brett, go grab that leather wristlet. And I love the blazer; it's so hard. Lashaye, the green really complements your skin tone, but get rid of the belt and let your dress loose."

Skye took a deep breath. "Great job ladies, take out your credit cards, and pack up your bags. Check your phones also for a text from me. Inside the text is a Microsoft attachment with a checklist." Brett snatched up her phone from the coffee table and opened the text.

　

Find a new place for the party

Find outfits for the party

Get school clothes + supplies

Find new crushes- BGBG!!!!!!!

Rule the school-As always

"Uhm, Skye? What does BGBG stand for," Lashaye asked tentatively. Brett was glad she asked instead of herself.

"Before Gabbana Becomes Gap," Skye answered shortly, shifting through her bag for her black card.

We started off toward the register. "When did you come up with that," Lashaye asked.

"This morning, a little bit before you came over. I want those socks too," Skye told the girl at the cash register who Brett could have sworn looked a little familiar.

"Lena Messerschmidt? OMG. Is your mom the actress Lena Messerschmidt? I loved her in Life's Dance! Is her favorite color really apricot or rose-pink? Does she have the same bathtub as Mariah Carey? What her favorite s-,"

Skye held a hand up. "That's enough, instigator. You aren't paid to ask me about my mother. You're paid to ring up clothes you can't afford. Now do your job so I can leave in your middle-class misery."

Brett thought that was a little mean, but she was smart enough not to say so and just placed her items on the counter.

"But I'm not m-," she girl tried to argue.

"Hello," Skye replied brusquely. "Ring up my friends' clothing so I can get out of here."

You don't have to be so rude, Brett thought. Once again she remained silent and gave the girl a sympathetic look.

"Sure, just as long as we can hit True Religion soon," Jessette insisted.

"Uhm, you can hit True, while I hit that," Skye said suggestively wiggling her eyebrows.

"Hotties at two o'clock! One for each of us. Flip the hair and casually look in their direction."

"Oh."

"My.

"God."

-Pretties-

~Lashaye~

　

(I Want Candy- Aaron Carter)

　

"That boy has got it going on," Lashaye exclaimed.

"Which one," a mesmerized Brett stared.

Skye shook her head. "All of them."

All four boys were sitting at a table in the food court, the tables surrounding them filled with ogling girls.

Just then, one with spiky brown hair and cool blue eyes looked up at Lashaye and held her gaze for three seconds then smiled and looked away.

"Omigod," she shrieked, and grabbed Skye's arm. "I've found my crush!"

"Be cool," Skye shrugged her off. "We don't even know them. Let's find out more about them then we'll decide."

"Hey, there's those wannabes Kiera Gottlieb and Francesca Jerrie. They're right beside

the hotties," Jessette pointed out.

Kiera and Francesca hung on the fringes of popularity. The A-listers only put up with them because they would do whatever to took to become one of them.

"Great idea. Be nice girls. Hey Kiera! Hi Franny! What's up girls," Skye called out.

"Hi Skye. OMG Fran, it's Skye," Kiera said excitably.

"I know Keke! I can't believe it!"

"Hi girls," Skye greeted them. "We were hoping you ladies would be done eating so we could have your table." She gave them a challenging look.

It wasn't needed. Kiera and Francesca got up even though their salads were only halfway done.

"Thanks girls! See you later," Lashaye said preppily.

"Oh, bye," they said, waving as they walked away.

"God. Finally," Brett sighed. "Time to commence operation eye candy."