Jeez.
Cass kept congratulating me for telling them off. Well, we have more
important things to worry about, like what to wear on the first day
back. Then Cass had a stroke of genius. "Hey, Lexi, we should wait
until, like, a week into school, so that as soon as everyone has no
more amazing outfits to wear, we're just getting started!" she
paused. "But the first week of school, we should still wear cool
outfits, just in case." "Definitely! That's awesome, Cass!" I
said. She pshawed and wormed her way past me into the closet. "Maybe
we should wear matching outfits…" she mumbled silently. "Def
def" I urged her on. In the end, we had 2 schoolgirl micro-minis,
white leggings, a lime green sugarlips, a white hoodie, a white
beret, and heels. So Patrellia-Chanelle thinks she's the only one
who can show up in style (and in heels)? Well, we're gonna show her
what we got.
Finally, Monday morning. Cass and I get up all slow
and sluggish, but we're fine after our showers. We spend precious
time doing our hair, makeup, and exfoliating and all that horse poo.
By the time we were ready, we only had 7 minutes to get in the car.
But first, we peeked out the window."Perfect, she's out there!"
exclaimed Cass. We wanted to make her wait for us, instead of the
other way around. So we walked to the car (which was a range rover
painted shiny red, by Patrellia-Chanelle's doing, I presume. I
think I'm gonna start calling her Massie.) Anyway, we walked to the
car to the beat of S.O.S by the Jonas Brothers.
"Ooh, this is
an S.O.S don't wanna second guess this is the bottom line its true"
And that, my friends, was the extremely long and tiring walk to
the car. "Massie" was wearing faded distressed Abercrombie jeans
with a bright colorful mini sweater dress (I say mini 'cause it
looks like a shirt that's a wee bit too long) and black high heels.
She looks us up and down, huffs, and gets in the car. We follow. She
says "scoot over" we say "no". End of convo. Then she says
"You look like a Charlotte Russe store puked on you" then
smirked, like it was the best thing to say, EVER. But I had a better
one. "You looked like someone puked on you. Period." Then I
sarcastically shot her a bright smile. She huffed and turned around.
Jesus, what is it with this chick and huffing? Me and Cass looked at
each other and rolled our eyes. That's when the car stopped in
front of a very large house that looked almost identical to
"Massie's". In 10 minutes, there were a total of 6 girls in the
car. (5? I lost count after 4. It's too early. My brain's still
on vacation.) All of a sudden, the chit chat stopped. (Chit
chat?!?!?! I've been hanging around Claudia waaaay too much.)
Everyone was checking out me and Cass from beret to heels. Then all
of a sudden, they flipped out their phones with a diva style
"I'm-so-hood" swagger. Cass and I mimicked them, but of course
we exaggerated everything. It's more fun that way. Then, I had an
idea. How we can get back at "Massie" and it was a good one. I
had a feeling.
