DYLAN
Dylan glowered as she marched into OCD. She missed the good old days, where a single compliment from Massie could cheer her up instantly, where Kristen's laugh would make the rest of them crack up, where she could steal gummy worms from Claire. She even missed Alicia's fat jokes.
But now Massie was wrapped around Derrick Harrington's finger, Kristen was obsessed with soccer, and Claire was trying to figure out how to have sex with Cam without calling it a sin. Even Alicia had become Slutlicia, and if the rumors were true, Slutlicia was getting married.
Ehmagawd, how sick was this? She had to find out about the girls who were supposedly her best friends through rumors?
Angrily, Dylan twisted her lock, scooped a purple binder into her arms, and disappeared into a classroom, where she spent the next half-hour clenching her fist as she resolved to get to know her friends again.
Apparently, luck was on her side. The first person she saw when she entered the hallway was Massie.
"Mass!" she hollered, waving.
"Dyl?" Massie crossed over to the other side of the hallway. The majority of the student body parted to let her through.
"No, pickle." It was an old, lame joke they used to have, but it still coaxed a laugh out of the brunette.
"Guess what?" Massie exclaimed. "Leesh is getting married!"
"No kidding? Did she tell you?"
"Better than that; I'm helping plan it."
Dylan pouted. "What about me?"
"The whole Pretty Commitee's in! We figured it would be a good time to bond."
"When do we start?"
"This afternoon. We're going to be more glamorous than Princess Kate."
Dylan smiled and took off, calling, "Meet you at Alicia's?"
"Yup!"
Then she found, speak of the devil, the one and only Alicia Rivera. "Leesh?"
Alicia jumped slightly, but when she saw it was Dylan, she stuck out her hand and shoved her ring in the redhead's face. "Looklooklooklooklook!"
"I see," Dylan grumbled. Gawd, was she a show-off.
Stepping around her, she saw Kristen and Claire, who were chattering as though they were BFFLs for life, not best frenemies. "Guys!" She wrapped her arms around them.
"Did you hear? We're planning a wedding!" Claire's electric blue eyes lit up.
"Hell, yeah. It's gonna be more glamorous than Princess Kate's."
"Nawt possible," Kristen said instantly.
"I know." Dylan grinned.
These might as well have been her first impressions of the Pretty Commitee. And who knew? Maybe if they stawped fucking their relationship up, Dylan wouldn't be a bulimic. But it didn't matter. She was already in the bathroom.
