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.