Alicia’s dad, who just
had
to introduce her to Mr. and Mrs. Everhart from down the street.
“Hey, everyone,” Alicia announced when she rejoined the group. “This is Josh Hotz. He’s new at Briarwood.” She was swaying back and forth, twirling the ruby-and-gold ring on her index finger.
“We know Josh,” Derrington mumbled. “He’s on our soccer team.”
“Well, we don’t know him.” Massie extended her arm. He was the perfect match for Alicia. They looked exactly the same. “Hi, I’m Massie Block.”
“Hey, Massie Block.” Josh smiled eagerly.
The brim on his New York Yankees hat cast a dark shadow across his chiseled face, but from what Massie could see, he looked like Josh Hartnett, only scrawnier. He was a solid eight. “The chicks in this town are awesome,” Josh said after he met Kristen, Dylan, and Claire. His lips were dark red and wet, but not in a gross way. It sort of looked like he was wearing a new line of gloss for men.
“Thanks.” Massie pulled on a chunk of her crimped hair. She smiled sweetly and turned to face Josh, hoping her flirty expression would make Derrington jealous. But Josh was staring straight at Nina.
“Uh, let’s go meet some other people in my class.” Alicia yanked Josh by the sleeve of his blue blazer.
“Will they look like
her
?” he was still looking back at Nina.
Derrington, Cam, and Plovert cracked up. Alicia rolled her eyes and gave his arm one final tug.
“He’s a cool guy.” Cam was still smiling.
None of the girls responded. Kristen adjusted her fedora, Dylan sucked in her stomach, Claire tucked her overgrown bangs behind her ear, and Massie applied a fresh coat of Krispy Kreme gloss. She cringed when she heard Nina’s ah-nnoying
har-har-har
laugh and watched in horror as the tops of her massive boobs jiggled, right there in front of the Everharts.
Massie ran her fingers over the emerald green eyes in her cat brooch, wondering how to keep Nina away from the guys. But when she heard Derrington, Cam, and Chris whispering about “Alicia’s cousin’s epic cleavage,” Massie realized the real problem would be keeping the guys away from Nina.
After the party, Massie rushed home and turned on her G5. It was crucial that her first blog go live before the start of the new semester.
MASSIE BLOCK’S CURRENT STATE OF THE UNION BLOG
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Blogs
Boots
Metallic
Blue only
Crimped hair
Cleavage
Gift exchanges
Foreign exchanges
O CTAVIAN C OUNTRY D AY S CHOOL
T HE C AFÉ
Monday, January 26th 12:07 P.M.
“Virgins! Virgins! Virgins!” Massie shouted. Dylan and Kristen joined in. It wasn’t long before the entire lunch crowd in the Café was chanting and chewing.
Sage Redwood, a tree-hugging eighth grader, adjusted the garlands in her long wavy hair and straightened the flashing neon VIRGINS sign that hung on the wall above the cash register. It was obvious from her proud smile that she had been waiting for this moment for a long time. She was minutes away from cutting the red ribbon and launching the first alcohol-free cocktail kiosk on campus. And Massie, Alicia, Kristen, and Dylan, who were also known as the Pretty Committee, had received a personal invitation from Sage to be the first girls to try them.
“I can’t believe Sage got Principal Burns to agree to this.” Dylan shook her head. “These fruity drinks better have a lot of caffeine in them or I’ll never make it through World Issues.” She was dressed in an all-black pantsuit with pink pinstripes because her mother, Merri-Lee Marvil, the famous talk-show host, had told her vertical lines were slimming.
“I miss our Chai lattés already.” Kristen tilted the hot pink vinyl rain hat Massie had given her. “Remember when Sage was handing out those pamphlets last semester about the exploitation of coffee plantation workers in Sri Lanka and marching around the halls waving signs that said, S TARBUCKS I S A T OTAL H AS