Peter Lim Runway Rehearsal,
Saturday, 3:00 p.m.,
Manhattan, NYC
It was Cam. It all came down to him. He was the only one that made her laugh, and he was the only one that she could picture herself with. Her common sense was telling her no, but her heart had a mind of its own. Against her good judgment, Claire dug out her Envy, and dialed Cam's cell number. Claire didn't even know what she was doing. Cam picked up on the first ring. "Hello?" Claire almost screamed. "Uh...h-hey!...um..its Claire." Claire heard Nikki in the backround saying, "Cam! Who are you talking to?! I told you to clean the bathroom!" Cam sighed. "Um, hey Claire, I gotta go. See ya later." Claire felt a sudden burst of confidence. "Wait! Cam, listen. I know I told you that I never wanted to see you again and everything, but can we at least be..aquiantiences?" "Claire, um listen I really gotta go. Just, Just don't call me again OK? I'm sorry if that hurts your feelings, but I can't...It just doesn't feel right. I'm really sorry." Cam hung up. Claire just sat in the car dumbstruck. It didn't feel right? What was that supposed to mean?! Claire made a vow to not cry.
Suddenly the cab stopped. Claire grabbed 50 out of her wallet and gave it to the cab driver. "Keep the change." She said as she walked away. The cab driver's face lit up as he shoved the money into his wallet. When Claire got into the building, the song "Jealousy" by Martin Sloveig was blasting everywhere. Claire's model friends Carolina Pantoliano, Hilary Rhoda, and Natasha Poly, came running over to her. "Claire! Sweetie! I haven't seen you in like forever! How have you been?!" Hilary yelled above the blasting music. Claire greeted each girl with a hug and cheek kiss. "Not bad. So how have you girls been?" Claire responded. Natasha started to squeal and jump up and down. "Oh nothing much. Except that Brian proposed to me on Thursday!" Claire, Carolina and Hilary all squealed and congratulated Natasha.
All the models were lining up for practice. First out was Carolina. The song, "Let me think about it" by Ida Corr vs. Fedde Le Grand, started playing as she strutted out. At the end she posed and strutted back. Next was Claire. Claire had decided to try to look hardcore since Cam had just rejected her offer to be friends. As Claire strutted out, they changed the music to the song "I wanna chat" by Booty Full. As Claire strutted out, she felt the beat of the music, and the adrenaline of the runway, she suddenly forgot all about her problems, and was in the zone. Claire looked emotionless, and her beauty was almost effortless. When she got to the end of the runway, she jutted out her bony hip bone, and posed. As she strutted back, she heard Peter Lim himself clapping from the end of the runway.
When she got backstage, she could almost feel the beat of her heart mixing with the booming bass lines of the music. "OMG! How did you do that?! That is what we have all been working on for so long, just trying to get that effortless beauty that you just exhibited on the catwalk!" Carolina whisper yelled. Claire blushed and giggled. "Was it really that good? I kinda just lost myself! Like I just forgot about everyone, and everything! It was so relaxing! You should try it, its like your legs just take over your body. You almost can't control it!" Carolina rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well of course you have to put it all poetic!" Claire giggled. "So hey Carolina, do you wanna come to that new club Orange with me tonight with some friends. We're just going out to have a couple drinks." Carolina's face lit up. "Sure! Just me?!" Claire nodded. If she was gonna handle Olivia Ryan, she would need the guidance of Carolina to survive. "Ok, so we'll take a cab over to my apartment after rehearsal and change, then go straight from there to the club." Carolina nodded.
5 hours later, Claire and Carolina were in a cab driving to Claire's apartment. When they got upstairs, Claire opened the door, and lead Carolina into her closet. "Woooow! Claire! Look at all of your clothes!" Claire giggled, and grabbed a maroon sequined YSL halter top, and handed it to Carolina. "Try this, with...OH! How about my new skinny jeans from Uniqulo?" Carolina smiled. "You know that YSL and Uniqulo are my favorites! And how about some heels?" Claire laughed. "Of course! How about...OH! My black and maroon Derek Lam pumps?" Carolina squealed. Claire settled for a black sequined Chanel dress, with her black 4-inch Christian Louboutain pumps. The girls strutted out of the house with full blown confidence.
When they arrived at club Orange, Alicia, Olivia, Dylan, Kristin, and some other people Claire didn't know were sitting at a round table in the lounge. As Claire approached the table she heard Alicia yell at Kristin, "I should be the new alpha! After all, I was second in command. Besides, doesn't the alpha have to be PRETTY?" Kristin's mouth dropped open, and Alicia smiled smugly. "Oh! Hey Claire! Your just in time help us decide who the new alpha should be!" Alicia said. "But we already said that I was gonna be the new alpha in the letter to Massie!" Kristin complained. Claire looked at Carolina for support, but Carolina was too fixated on getting a cocktail to care. "Um, how about we do that after we dance!" Claire suggested desperately. Alicia rolled her eyes. "Fine. I do need to loosen up my muscles a bit anyway." The girls all made their way to the dance floor, and danced to the song, "Don't talk" by ART MESON.
They danced for hours, to the songs, "Feel the Wave" by Didier Sinclair, "Bring" by Public Envy vs. Benny Benassi, " About you now" by Sugababes, and Claire's personal favorite, "Sensual Seduction" by Snoop Dogg. Claire was thirsty, so she told everyone else that she was getting a drink. As Claire approached the bar, she could have sworn that she saw the gleam of a crown charm coming from a charm bracelet. Claire ignored it. "I'll have a Shirley Temple." Claire said to the bar tender. Suddenly she heard someone snicker behind her. Claire whipped her head around a found herself face to face with the one and only, Massie Block. Massie smirked and narrowed her eyes. "Wow, Claire I'm surprised, your not drinking any alcohol. But isn't a Shirley Temple a little lame?" Massie put on her fake concern look. Claire rolled her eyes, turned back to the counter to get her Shirley Temple, and walked back over to where Alicia and the rest of the girls were sitting.
Massie watched as Claire bent down and whispered something in Alicia's ear. Alicia gasped, looked straight into Massie's eyes, and said something to everyone at the table while pointing at Massie. Everyone gasped, then glared at Massie. It was the first time in Massie's life that she had ever felt like a loser, and she hated it. Alicia stood grabbed her glass of champagne, and strutted with a fake smile on her face over to Massie. "Well, well, well if it isn't Massie Block. So what brings you here? Are you here to stalk us?" Massie glared at Alicia. "Alicia are you santa clause?" Alicia rolled her eyes. "Gawd Massie! It looks like your still trying to diss us with those pathetic comebacks. But just because I know that its probably lame, no." Massie smiled. "Then why are you such a ho ho ho?" Massie smiled victoriously, while Alicia threw her head back and laughed. "You never change do you Massie? Well someone just lost their power. Say hello to my champagne!" Massie screamed. "No Alicia you wouldn't!" Alicia smirked. "Oh, yes I would." Massie suddenly felt the freezing cold beverage sliding down her head and onto her silk purple Ralph Lauren cami. Alicia turned around on her heels, and strutted back to the table, where everyone was practically dying with laughter. "Massie never cries in public." Massie kept saying to herself as she angrily pushed people away from the exit.
As soon as Massie got outside she didn't bother to try to avoid the Paparazzi. Massie took out her compact mirror once she was in a cab. Massie's once straightened hair was now dripping with a sticky liquid, that made her hair look greasy. Her makeup was completely washed away by the champagne flood that had struck only 5 minutes ago. And her new silk top was ruined, and smelled like her Secret French Lavender deodorant mixed with alcohol. Massie didn't even want to know what the font cover of tomorrow's tabloid would look like. Now Massie allowed herself to cry. "My life completely sucks." She said to herself as the cab pulled up to her apartment.
Hey everybody! Ok, Once again I'm really sorry that I haven't updated in a long time but we have to take those stupid standardized tests on monday, so we had like literally so much homework. Plus I'm on the track team, and now we have 2 meets every week, and practice everyday from 3:00 p.m. to 4:30 p.m.!! Everyday! I know its so intense, but I love working out, so its all good. Ok, so I hope you liked this chapter, b/c I felt really bad about not updating for a long time, so i wrote a really long chapter. Ok ttyl!!
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