Operation: Crying Claire
AN: It took me a long time to think of a plot thingy for this story. I don't think it's good but o well. O ya I own nothing…. there's my disclaimer
"Wanna go to the beach?" Kristen asked Claire and Massie. "I see some hotties down there just dying to get away from their girls."
"Sure. Time to show off our bikinis!" Massie laughed unaware of the look of triumph on Kristen's face.
Fifteen minutes later, the Pretty Committee was sprawled out on the beach checking out the five cuties Kristen had pointed out. The teachers had absolutely no control over the kids when they reached the hotel. Everyone dropped off their stuff and split after hearing when dinner was to be. It was kinda funny to see their collected teachers trying to stop students from leaving.
"Come on you guys! How can you just sit there? It's more fun in the water. Anyone want to join me?" Claire was bored. Massie, Dylan, Kristen, and Alicia were laying down trying to get tan even though they already went to the tanning salon before coming.
Dylan sighed, "Kuh-laire. If I say yes, will you shut up?"
As Dylan and Claire walked towards the waves, Dylan decided that now was as good a time as any to put the plan in action. Her idea may be so third grade but Claire probably would be humiliated. "Claire, before u go in, let me retie your bikini strings. The waves made it loose." Instead of retying it tighter, Dylan tied them in bad slip knots that were sure to come out after two waves tops.
Unsuspecting, Claire ran into the Mexican water and started out towards the waves. Sure enough, after running away from one wave, Claire ran and dived under the pounding crystal clear wave. After a few seconds she came up still not knowing anything was wrong until she spotted her blue top on the sand a few feet in front of Dylan.
"Ahhhhh!" Claire screamed and ducked back into the water. It was too late though; the five hotties, their girls, and about twenty people from school- including Cam, Meena, Heather, and Layne- saw. Oh, and don't forget, Mrs. Daniels, her language teacher.
Dylan came out with Claire's top and handed it to her, trying- but not succeeding- not to laugh. "Just play cool. Act like it was on purpose."
"Great advice to tell the other students but not for the teacher!" Claire thought quickly. Carefully she tore one of the stings that went around her back. Then she placed her top back on as she ducked under another wave and walked back onto the shore. "Mrs. Daniels, before you yell at me let me explain," she requested as her furious teacher approached.
"I hope you have a good explanation otherwise you will no longer be able to go any where with out a teacher chaperone."
"Well, my bikini string was torn and after that huge wave, it just ripped off completely. The top part was lose and came untied causing my top to come off." Claire noticed that her teacher was about to say something so she quickly added, "Check for yourself."
Mrs. Daniels inspected the back and appearing satisfied she said, "Well I guess you should change and try to find a new swimsuit."
Claire walked up to the Pretty Committee and told them what had happened though she told them she did it on purpose to get the Mexican guys to look her way . After the compliments from Massie and Alicia, she told them she had to go back and that now they had an excuse to tell the teachers when they went for a girls night out. At this the five girls walked happily back to the Hilton to prepare for their shopping spree. Dylan and Kristen went back to their room quietly discussing something.
Half an hour later the Pretty Committee walked out of the elevator dressed for a night of shopping and of course checking out the clubs. "Thank gawd you read that Faking 19 book, Mass. Without its ideas we probably would not be able to get into any clubs," whispered Alicia. The girls had made fake ids and had made some for many other OCD girls the other girls had to pay of course.
"Well, well girls look at the sluts coming out ready to party," commented a voice. The girls saw that Layne and her LBR friends standing beside the elevator.
"It's better to be rich and stylish then Salvation Army hobos," hissed Kristen.
Suddenly the girls heard a screech and turned. Layne had been holding a cup of coke in her hand but it now seemed to have spilled on her Beetles shirt. As Claire walked past she had "accidentally" bumped into Layne causing it to spill.
"Opps, did I do that to you? Oh well I'm sure you have plenty more shirts where that came from!" sneered Claire.
After that the Pretty Committee left Layne and her friends whispering in the lobby. Claire was done with them. She still talked to them after her parents won the lottery but they chose to ignore her. It was their own fault.
"Nice Claire," commented Massie.
"I am so through with them. Now let's go shopping and have some LBR free fun!" Claire yelled.
Kay well there it is. To those of you out there, this obviously isn't a Claire hating story so don't worry. Read and Review!