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In the girl's restroom, Claire Standish heard the noises in the hallway getting quieter and quieter. She was taking her time, putting on the last touches of her makeup on her face. She gave her reflection one last look with an appreciative nod. Like always, she had done a fine job of keeping herself perfectly polished. The last thing she wanted to do was attend her first class, where she knew she would be having it with Jennifer and Jodie. If she skipped again, she knew there would be another Saturday detention awaiting her.

She put all her makeup back in her purse and as she was about to head out, she looked up at the mirror and noticed a dark figure inside. "Allison!" Claire called her name, almost in shock that she had appeared behind her.

Allison was just as shocked to find Claire in here. "Hi Claire," were the first words that she could say to her, "skipping class again?"

I wish Claire thought. She hadn't heard the bell ring yet so they had a little bit of time with one another. "No. I can't afford to even if I wanted." She looked at Allison up and down, seeing that she was back to her own style. "Back to the original look?" she asked her.

Allison shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. "This is more my style," she said to her.

Claire had to disagree. She looked much better with the makeup that she had done to her. It give her a whole different look, and one that helped Allison come out of her shell. However, Claire wasn't going to push too much on that matter. "Anyway, seen any of our detention friends?"

Friends? Allison thought. Hadn't Claire mentioned that she would not consider any of them as her friend on Monday. Even if she did, it was nice to hear her say it. "I've seen only Andy," Allison answered her, "you?"

"Just Brian," Claire answered, "I saw him heading off to his Latin class." The way that Brian had thrown daggers at her when they passed one another, was enough to tell Claire of what he thought of her. Conceited. It had been a punch in the gut for her, but it was something that she deserved.

Allison nodded her head at Claire. She gave the redhead and look through her bangs and couldn't resist at asking the question that was gnawing at her mind. "Did you really mean what you said?" Allison asked her, "that you won't be friends with any of us?"

Claire felt like she been cornered to the wall with that question. "I'm talking to you now, aren't I?"

That tone of voice sounded very condescending, but Allison didn't care at all for it. "Don't beat around the bush Claire, just answer the question," Allison told her. If Andrew had the guts to speak to her in front of a whole group of of friends staring at him, why couldn't Claire? Allison wouldn't be surprised if Claire talked to them in secrecy for a minimal amount of time before going back to her group of friends. Even that seemed like it would be too much work for her.

What they had spoken about that day in detention, Claire believed that she was going to stick to the truth. When she had walked up these steps on Monday, the first group she had seen were Jennifer, Jodie, and Katie. Christina was nowhere to be seen. Claire was about to approach her friends when she found her feet taking a different direction and heading towards the restroom. She felt like she couldn't approach them…not at this time.

Forty-eight hours had passed since she had last seen any of them, but during those forty-eight hours, the conversations that they conversed, had been on her mind. If Claire was being honest with herself, it was better to listen to the different topics that people had as opposed to something similar. Discussing the latest fashion trend or nail polish seemed trivial to Claire at this point.

Claire looked at Allison. "I don't know," she replied to her. "I don't know what to do. You must all think that I'm being a bitch about it."

Allison had expected a straightforward answer, though she senses sincerity in Claire's words. Why did something that seemed simple have to be so complicated? Allison approached Claire and leaned against the sinks. "I think this is hard on us all," she said and looked at Claire.

Claire looked expectantly at Allison, waiting for her to continue.

"It feels weird, doesn't it?" Allison asked her, "to change your friends."

How would you know? You don't have any friends. Claire was glad that Allison didn't possess telepathy, but she bit her tongue to keep those words from spilling. "It does," Claire agreed with her, "especially when you have been with one group for such a long time."

Change was difficult and Allison was aware of that. When Claire suggested that she give her a makeover, Allison had refused until she finally gave in to the temptation. Even though she didn't stick with it, she still gave it a try. As for the group, Allison didn't find anything special with those girls. Girls that would gossip about their classmates and stab each other in the back when they had the chance. Allison had been around to hear their conversations, and some had been malicious concerning Claire.

"I hope that you make a good choice Claire," Allison said to her, "otherwise, it won't be so pretty."

"Allison, you don't even know what happens in our group," Claire pointed out to her in defense, "you don't know—"

"The pressure that your friends can put you through," Allison interrupted her. "I know, you said that on Saturday. But is it worth it Claire?" she asked, "is it worth it going through all that pressure with people that still talk behind your back, no matter how perfect you may seem?"

Claire's eyes widened when Allison said that. "'Talk behind me back?' What do you mean?" Allison didn't have the opportunity to answer that question when Claire jumped at her. "You think that my friends are talking about me behind my back? How dare you?"

Allison hadn't meant for this to escalate between them. "It's the reality of it, Claire," she told her.

Claire slowly shook her head. "You are a liar Allison, you said so yourself. I don't believe you. You're just saying that because you're jealous."

"I don't need to jealous of a group that is rude to one another," Allison said to her, "I think they are jealous of one another because each girl has something that the other doesn't."

All these accusations that Allison was throwing at her friends, Claire didn't know what to make of it. "Okay," she then said to her, giving Allison a challenging look, "tell me one thing that you have heard from them about me."

If Allison opened her mouth, she catalyze the drama in the group. If she didn't say anything to Claire, she would look like a liar which was a title that she lived up to. "You know that outfit that you wore to detention on Saturday?" Allison asked her.

"Yeah the Ralph Lauren outfit," Claire said, "what about it?"

"I heard Jodie say to Jennifer that the skirt made you look like an old lady," Allison confided in her.

Claire had been so proud to get her hands onto the outfit but it wasn't a comment that would get her riled up about it. "What does Jodie know about fashion anyway? I mean, have you seen the way she dresses?" Claire asked with a roll of her eyes.

Allison would have had an answer to that if she had paid attention to Jodie's fashion sense. However, there was more to their gossip. "They have torn you down Claire," Allison continued.

"I have been torn down a lot, especially on Saturday," Claire reminded her. She shook her head and looked at Allison. "Come on, Miss Compulsive Liar, you must have some details about this."

Allison did. That was one of the best things about her being invisible to everyone around her. "Those diamond earrings?" Allison pointed out, "I heard your friends fawning over them and the moment you turned around, Katie said that they were as fake as your parent's marriage."

Claire's jaw dropped. How did her friends know about her parents' relationship? Claire never spoke to her friends about how her life was. The parties that her parents attended, they tried to uphold this façade where they were happy with one another. Somehow, someone at one of those parties was able to see through that. It could have been the parents of one of friends, and then she decided gossip it to their group. "Who was it?" Claire asked Allison, her temper was starting to get the best of her.

"It's doesn't matter who," Allison said to Claire, "they are all fake."

The bell suddenly rang and Claire flinched at the noise. She pushed past Allison and headed out of the restroom and towards her first class. When she walked into the classroom, she looked over and saw Jennifer and Jodie waving their hands at her and motioning for her to join them at an empty seat that they saved. Claire gave both of her friends a look. They seemed happy to see her, but was that real or just a façade? Should she listen to the girl who admitted she was a compulsive liar or trust her because she was looking out for her? Taking a deep breath, Claire tightened her grip around the strap of her bag and approached her friends.

"Hi girls," Claire greeted them with a smile upon her lips.

"She lives," Jennifer said as she propped her arm on the table and placed her head on her hand. "How was detention?"

"Are you grounded this week?" Jodie asked her, "I saw this cool nail polish at the mall that I wanted to get."

Before Claire could answer, she was glad that the teacher walked in the classroom to begin the lesson. The last thing Claire wanted was to be surrounded by more liars.