"Right, left, right, left," whispered Daniela Fischer quietly to herself as the P.C walked through the parking lot. Her hair blew behind her in the wind, flowing in the most beautiful way, fanning out behind her. Her eyes were staring straight ahead at a fixed point, her lips moving silently to the beat of the girls' feet. She was tempted to look over at Selene, but decided not to risk it. She didn't want anything to happen which would cause her to fall out of line.

As she walked alongside Bristol, her heart quickened. Bristol was so obviously out of sync it was unbearable. She could only bite her lip and wait to see what Selene was going to say.

The tempo increased and the girls reached the doors. They paused.

"Okay guys, remember what I told you. 3, 2, 1…go!" Selene whispered, and thrust the doors open with her left hand. Instantly the words to the chorus of Ke$ha blasted in full volume through the heads of the four girls.

Tik Tok
Make it pop
DJ blow my speakers up
Tooo-night!
Imma fight, till we see the sunlight…

Daniela did her best not to hum; not even wanting to know what Selene would do if she heard. They waltzed through the halls, all receiving looks of envy. Even Dylan was getting a few jealous stares, mostly from the nerds who shopped at Bargain Plus, but still, jealously stares were precious, and the girls took whatever they could get.

Finally the P.C stopped at the row lockers that were theirs. "I had Marina decorate all our lockers for us," Selene smiled, referring to her live in maid. She absolutely adored Marina, mostly since Marina had been her first friend. She'd never admit it to the P.C, but sometimes she felt closer to the maid than to them. "Everyone dial in your combs and open!"

The girls all opened their lockers in unison, gasping with awe at what they saw. Full length mirrors were stuck to the doors, each girl's locker was color coded. They had colored curtains in the front, parted to the sides with ribbons, hanging locker shelves with space for books and binders, the full Lancôme Juicy Tube collection on the top shelf area. Daniela's locker was green, Selene's was purple, Bristol's was orange, and Dylan's was pink. They were adorable.

"Love times one million!" Shrieked Bristol, pulling a caramel Juicy tube off the bin on the top shelf. She smeared it over her already glossed lips and smiled. "Sorry for blowing up at you in the car. Jamie's my brother, I'm protective."

Selene rolled her eyes. "Puh-lease, that's so 10 minutes ago. I'm already over it." She applied just the perfect dab of gloss to her lips and motioned for the girls to do the same. Daniela chose a cherry flavor, Dylan a chocolate, and then they all shut their lockers majestically and parted ways to their first classes.

"Ugh, French was worse than usual," groaned Dylan, picking at a thread on her throw-up sweater. The scratchy fabric was making her itch worse than ever. She couldn't wait for soccer tryouts, when she'd get to change into the soft, silky, scarlet material of the OCD Uniform. The shorts would feel great against her muscled legs, the shirt nice against her over-heated torso. Although she was missing a day of shopping, to be honest, she really didn't mind.

"Yeah, I know." Agreed Bristol, munching on a Nutri-Grain bar. "Mrs. Dupree really has major F11 issues."

Selene smiled at the use of her new acronym. "She's an F11 to the 10th offense." Then Selene sighed.

"What's wrong, Selene?" Asked Daniela, always the sensitive one.

"I need a boyfriend." Selene said. "We all do. Except for you Daniela. Daniel's, like, perfect."

Daniela giggled and bit her lip. "Yeah, he is isn't he? Which reminds me, I won't be able to come out with you guys Saturday because I have plans with Daniel…we're going to-"

Selene groaned. "Okay enough. You can shut up."

Jealousy much? Thought Dylan as she ripped the thread completely off her sleeve. Ugh, no major loss there.

Of course, if they had to find guys, Dylan already knew who she wanted. Jamie.

"We need to find some HART guys, ASAP. Of course, any guy you choose has to be okay with me, since I don't want any of the P.C turning up with LBRs when we go on quadruple dates. Which, I'm informing all of you, we will be doing often." Selene insisted, checking out her newly painted nails. Marina had done them for her last night.

Perfect! Dylan thought. Selene totally agrees that Jamie is way HART. She'll obviously approve. And Bristol loves him to pieces.

"Sounds good to me," Dylan sighed, already picking out the first outfit she'd wear when she and Jamie went out. Something that said "I'm not your average rich girl, I'm so much more."

They'd share a slice of pizza at the mall, play arcade games, and drink slushy drinks on the bench outside. How…romantic?

"Oh Dylan," Daniela whispered. "I can tell you've got someone in mind. Tell us!" She laughed loudly, placing a hand on Dylan's shoulder.

"Oh, no one." Dylan coughed, rubbing her eyes. "I better get to soccer practice, you know."

"Uh practice? You haven't even made the team yet." Bristol rolled her eyes and snorted through her nose. "Someone's cocky."

Dylan sighed. "You know what I meant. I'll talk to you guys later," she forced a smile across her face. However, she couldn't miss the look of irritation that was clear across Selene's face. Then the P.C waltzed the other direction, leaving Dylan to think as she moved toward the Girl's Locker Room.

Jamie: Hey Dyl.

Her heart stopped as her phone vibrated.

Dylan: Hey.
Jamie: I was wondering. U wanna hang out with me this weekend, like old times? Can be on the DL, if you want it to be.
Dylan: Sounds great, :) I'd love to.
Jamie: Glad 2 hear that :)
Dylan: Got to go, soccer.
Jamie: I love a girl in uniform ;) catch you later.

Dylan stopped when she reccieved the last text. A grin larger than any other was plastered across her face. Her whole stomach dropped down to the ground, making her feel nervous and excited all the same time. Jamie, her, hanging out just like they used to.

Dylan was more excited than she'd been all summer.