Wave Hello

Chapter 4: From Doormat to Dreamgirl

If you all feel like coming after me with torches and pitchforks, I totally get it. Mainly because I haven't updated ANYTHING in FOREVER. Hehe, oops. I hope this chapter is at least halfway decent and yeah...the next chapter is where Delancey gets a complete makeover!

-A

Massie's POV

Whispers floated into the air and surrounded me, warming my skin like a cashmere shrug. A familiar tickling and vibrating sensation buzzed at my feet. My inner alpha meter had reached its max. Finally, something was familiar. Delancey sat down across from me, and immediately began briefing me about the social hierarchy at KISS. Ceci and Karissa immediately slipped their iPhones from their bags and texted me.

Cecilia: Mass, what is she doing here?

Karissa: Isn't she a local loser?

Massie: I know, but she kinda just started following us. Besides, she'd look really pretty if we gave her a makeover.

Cecilia: I guess...

Karissa: Ace! I'm bloody bonza with the whole makeover thing. I used to help my mates back home with their stuff.

Massie: How ah-dorable would she be with kitten heels and a mini?

Cecilia: Too cute! Ehmagawd, and some hair extensions, she'd look fabulous.

Karissa: Ah-greed! It'll be ripper!

I slid my phone bag into my brick-red Birkin and tuned back to Delancey's debriefing. She was in the middle of talking about the Sexy Backs, again. Oh well, I guess it's good to know a ton of info about your enemies, even after they're defeated.

"So the blonde over there is Alerie Lancaster, and the other blonde is Kathleen Brist, and the other two blondes are twins, Leah and Whitney Cadence, and-"

"Delancey, I have no idea which blonde you are talking about- because in case you haven't noticed, THEY'RE ALL BLONDE." I interrupted her little speech.

Delancey blushed and face-palmed herself. "Whoops, I guess I forgot you're all new to KISS. Alerie Lancaster is the leader, the alpha-bitch you were facing off with. You see her over by the fro-yo machine? The blonde with the blue streaks." She pointed behind me, and me, Ceci, and Karissa all whip-turned to where Delancey was pointing in complete synchronization. The bitch-leader- excuse me- Alerie Lancaster, was angrily waving her spoon in the air while holding a cardboard/paper cup/bowl of frozen yogurt. The girls with the ugly burnt sienna highlights and neon pink hair were identical, so I guessed they were Leah and Whitney Cadence. They were animatedly arguing with Alerie while another blonde with puke green streaks was busy dumping toppings on her yogurt. My mustache-free upper lip immediately curled up into a sneer. "Ew- fattening much?" I remarked. Ceci, Karissa, and Delancey nodded in agreement. Delancey. That was another problem.

I ignored the frenzied quarreling of the Sexy Backs and averted my attention to Delancey. I studied her face, noting her coloring and bone structure. I was already mentally compiling a huge list of clothes and makeup products for Delancey. Next to me, Ceci and Karissa were studying Delancey with the same unwavering intensity. I discreetly half-smiled. These girls catch on pretty fast, they were almost exactly like the PC. The PC. I quickly pulled out my phone and found five new texts waiting for me from the PC. Those would wait another two minutes. Delancey finally noticed we were staring at her, and said, "What? Why are you all staring at me?" Her question hung in the air, unanswered. Finally, I leaned over. "Delancey, do you want to join my clique, the British Babydolls?"

Her soft brown eyes immediately widened and brightened.

"Yes!"

"Then, come with us after school."

"Why?"

I held up my hand. "No questions. If you want to be part of the clique, then think of this as your initiation ritual."

"Initiation ritual." She repeated slowly. I sipped my foamy Starbucks latte, inhaling the familiar smell of latte steam- allowing the former LBR some time to let the 411 sink in.

"Deal."

I smirked and shared a knowing glance with Ceci and Karissa. This ex-LBR wouldn't dream of rejecting my offer.

"Now, what's your phone number?"

"Oh, that's 020-263-3578."

"Kay, now text me. Girls, did you all get her number?"

Ceci nodded as she programmed Delancey's number into her iPhone. Karissa flashed a thumbs up, indicating that she had already finished.

Unknown Caller: Hullo Mass

Massie: Congratulations, Delancey. You are almost a British Babydoll.

Massie highlighted Delancey's number and saved it into her contacts.

Delancey: :)

I was about to toss my phone back into my purse when I remembered the Pretty Committee's messages.

Alicia: Who's in the background of the pic?

Kristen: Totally HART.

Dylan: Is he yours?

Claire: He looks like Cam and Derrick combined.

I was confused for a second, but then I scrolled back up to the selfie of my uniform I sent them. When I peered at the screen, I noticed a very cute, very specific black-haired brown-eyed boy photobombing my selfie. James. Did he think that I was being conceited and fashion obsessed by taking that selfie? Ehmagawd, what if he did?! I began to panic, but then texted the Pretty Committee back.

Massie: Leesh, that's James Pierre, my new tour guide and crush!

Alicia: Ehmagawd, he's so cute!

Kristen: I'm pretty sure I saw him on an Abercrombie bag.

Massie: Lol, Gawd Kris, you think every hawt guy is on an Abercrombie bag!

Dylan: Are you two together?

Massie: No, but I might be able to change that...;)

Alicia: Ooohhh, foxy!

Claire: He has Cam's dark hair and Derrick's brown eyes.

Massie: Ikr! But Derrick is so totally D2M.

Kristen: Ugh, new history project.

Dylan: Sucks to be you, Kris!

Massie: Lol. Girls, I've gotta go! ILYSM!

Alicia: FaceTime later!

Massie: I'll try!

Kristen: Text you later!

Massie: GL with your project, Kris!

Dylan: I'll call you later!

Massie: Bye!

Claire: Have fun in London!

Massie: Thanks! I'll take some good pics for you.

I finally finished answering the PC's messages. Soon enough, the bell rang, signaling that our break was over. I opened a screen shot of my class schedule on my phone. Now, it was 2nd period. Holy shit. I had ADVANCED ALGEBRA NEXT. Ehmagawd! What if James sees me fail and thinks I'm stupid?! Or what if they ask me a super easy question and I get it right and he thinks I'm a nerdy LBR?! Eh. Ma. Gaaaaawwwwwdddddd! I considered running into the kitchen and asking for a brown paper bag to breathe in- but come awn- that's so cliche. Instead, I panicked internally and mentally tried to review everything I've learned in math, and came up with nothing- NOTHING- but a bunch of uselessly basic math facts. My phone vibrated, and I jerked it out of the outside pocket of my deep red leather bag with a frustrated yank. It was James. I sensed a human presence behind me, but I just assumed it was either Karissa or Ceci. But then I smelled Ceci's flowery sweet D&G Light Blue perfume, mixed with Karissa's fruity and flowery fragrance of Juicy's Couture La La, mingling with Delancey's cheap drugstore quality lavender-puke scented mist. This girl could be a regulation hottie with a few fashion and beauty tips from moi and the BBs (British Babydolls, NAWT Briarwood Boys).

James: Behind you.

I gasped and whipped around. It was James, reeking; in a good way; of Armani's marine-based Acqua di Gio. A beaming grin involuntarily stretched across my lips, a sweet and flirty smile. James held out his arm.

"May I have the honor of escorting Mademoiselle Fraulein Block to Mr. Gentile's advanced Algebra class this fine morning?"

Such a gentleman! I giggled and stood lacing my arm through his.

"My pleasure, Monsieur Pierre."

"Shall we go?"

"Let's."

Ceci and Karissa furrowed their waxed brows while Delancey crinkled her furry fuzzy desperately-in-need-of-a-wax brows.

"Mass, you got into advanced Algebra?" Ceci piped up.

"Look who's a smart bickie!"

"Wow."

"Erm, Karissa? What exactly is a bickie?"

"A bickie is what you Americans and Englishmen call a cookie or a biscuit."

"Oh."

I offered them a finger-wave which they returned, and flounced out the door on James's arm. Strolling down the hallway arm in arm, I could almost imagine him asking me out. Or was he just being nice? When we arrived at Mr. Gentile's classroom, he braked before jerking the heavy metal door open. "Massie, I wanted to ask yo-" He was cut off when a short, dark-skinned man only a few centimeters taller than me flounced into the room with a flourish. He had warm cocoa eyes and a stylishly stubbly face with a heart-patterned coffee mug in his left hand; and a gold Rolex on his right wrist. Math, aka the end of the world; was about to begin.

So sorry I haven't updated in a while, but now I'll update more and more. I also need and OC submission for James's ex-girlfriend in Wave Hello so please fill out this form:

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