Hey again! Sorry the first chapter was so short… the first is always hardest for me. Hopefully this will make it up to you guys! Also: reviews. As I write this, I only have one. :/ But I'm so thankful to that one. So here's a personal thank you to miyame-chan! You're the best. & To the rest of you, I hope you enjoy this next chapter and don't forget to review, review, review. :D
"Well, maybe she's nice." Claire offered, resting her back against the buttery seat of the Range Rover. She shifted uncomfortably, her hands running down her thighs in a desperate attempt to somehow lengthen her super short BCBG skirt. She was beginning to regret allowing Massie to talk her into wearing it. But even she had to agree that it looked beyond cute with her layered Marc Jacobs tank, flirty knee socks, and beloved Keds. Pushing back her bangs-turned-layers, she smiled. "Maybe she's cool."
"Cool?" Massie barked. "I don't care if she's "cooler" than Starbucks' frozen iced coffees! She's still a guaranteed LBR." She crossed her thin arms defiantly, her amber eyes glaring out the window. She watched Alicia strut down her ridiculously long driveway, glad to have something to distract her from the current topic of conversation: the new girl.
Blocking everything else from her mind, Massie stared at Alicia's outfit. A typical Ralph ensemble, she rocked cute baggy denim shorts, a fitted polo-style tee, and strappy navy heels. Her hair was beachy beautiful, all body and partial wave. As she neared, Massie noticed the top and bottom navy kohl eye liner that made her eyes look endless and deep. Unfortunately, her makeup, combined with her head-to-toe amazing outfit, made her look hotter than hot. She was a 9.8. Massie glanced away. Lame Spanish trends. Whatever.
"Holaaa!" Alicia bellowed, throwing herself in to the car. She immediately tossed her Fendi school bag onto the floor and struck a pose, gazing at Claire and Massie seductively. "What's my rating, chicas?"
Claire giggled and Massie sighed.
"9.6," she lied, fake-yawning and crossing her legs.
"Well, you're a total 10!" Alicia gushed, pinching the flowing fabric of Massie's dress. "Is this the new Ella Moss?"
"Given!" Massie allowed herself to flash a toothy smile. "And check out the skinny belts. It's totally inspired, right?"
"Totes!" Alicia widened her eyes and nodded seriously.
A bout of silence swept throughout the car.
"So, about the new girl-" Alicia began.
"Irrelevant!" Cutting her off, Massie raised a brow. "It's just a new girl. Undoubtedly, she'll be just like every other wannabe LBR in OCD. She'll worship us. Done, done, and done."
"But-"
"Isaac, go to Dylan's!" Massie shouted. She reached into the mini fridge and grabbed a bottle of Evian, wanting desperately to hold it against her throbbing head. Instead, she took a quick sip and held the cool liquid in her mouth, trying to regain composure. She swallowed, imagining the water was washing away all her doubts and fears. She took a deep breath. "We'll pick up Kristen last."
Massie couldn't believe they were here. The girls all huddled nervously in the Range Rover, awaiting her directions. It was their first day back from summer vaca and their final year in middle school. They were top dawgs! And they all looked great. Better than great. They looked fantastic! And they were ready. Totally ready. Completely, totally, 100%-
"Uh, Mass? Are we going to get out?" Kristen twirled a dirty blonde strand of hair, her navy eyes flickering to the window. The Great Lawn was sprawling with students on their first day back, and eager buzz drifting between them all. The girls snickered. Massie snapped back into command, turning to her girls with a serious face.
"This first entrance is cuh-rucial. We have to send a message that says, "why yes, we did have an ah-mazing, perfect, you-had-to-be-there summer!" Got me?" The PC glanced at each other and nodded, showing Massie they, too, were serious. "Good. Then we're walking to Sexy And I Know It by LMFAO. Ah-five, ah-six, ah-sev-uhn, eight!"
And they were out. One by one, in perfect synchronization, the PC piled out of the Range
Rover and paraded onto campus. Massie could feel all eyes on her as she walked, hips swaying, arms swinging. The steady clacking of heels assured her that they were all perfectly in step. Massie's heart ballooned as heads turned and mouths dropped. This was it. This is what she lived for. Inside, her organs were dancing. But Massie kept her model-like, I'm-so-over-this expression on he face until she and her fashionable army reached their rendezvous spot under the Great Oak. Only then did she break out in a ginormous grin.
Just as Massie expected, her fans came flowing in.
"Ohmygosh, Massie! Your hair is teeew cute!"
"I love your boots, Mass! Beyond amazing!"
"Adorable idea for the belts!"
Massie stood and graciously accepted her well-deserved compliments, her fears quickly fading. What had she been worried about? This was her school.