5:17 PM
November 7th
The waxy rope handles on the shopping bags were digging into Massie's hands, yet she found the pain exhilarating. The reddish purple grooves in the middle of her palms were like hard-earned badges of honor, proof of a shopping mission accomplished, a reminder that she was back on the scene after a grueling fifteen-day ban.
Alicia, Kristen, and Dylan had their arms full of an over-whelming amount of Coach, Lacoste, and Guess? bags, but Massie still had more.
“I wish they had shopping carts at malls,” Dylan whined. “Think of how much more we could buy if we didn't have to carry it all.”
“We should hire a shopping Sherpa.” Massie put her foot on a bench and rested her bags on her knee. “You know, some strong little guy that would follow us around all day while we shopped so he could carry everything we bought.”
“That's a boyfriend,” Alicia said. “And I'm working on it.”
Everyone giggled, but Massie cracked up. She had missed Alicia's playful divalike attitude and was overjoyed that for the moment Leesh was Olivia-free and back where she belonged.
“Where is Olivia tonight?” Massie asked, trying to sound genuinely interested.
“She has dance on Fridays,” Alicia said.
“And she went? The night before the fashion show? Gawd, you must be pissed. I'm sure you wanted to rehearse, right?”
“No, it's fine. She's sleeping over,” Alicia said.
“Oh.” Massie didn't know where to look.
“Can we go into A&F?” Kristen sped up and led the way.
“You're not going to find anything in Abercrombie that's cute enough to wear to the contest tomorrow night,” Alicia said.
“I know, but I need their latest shopping bag for my bed-room wall.” Kristen pointed to the poster of the chiseled half-man, half-airbrushed model in the store window and cooed, “And he better be on it.”
“So you're not sleeping at my place tonight?” Massie asked Alicia. She was sifting through the racks of wool cardigans and denim jackets, trying to sound casual.
“I totally forgot it's Friday,” Alicia said. She completely managed to avoid Massie's eyes. She turned toward Kristen and Dylan, who were standing on opposite sides of the T-shirt display table. “Are you guys going?”
“Given,” Dylan said.
Kristen nodded.
“Don't you have to finish your uniforms?” Alicia asked.
“We were going to finish them at Massie's,” Kristen said.
Alicia slid a bunch of hangers back and forth on the rack.
“Kristen, I thought you were going to practice your soccer kicks with Derrington tonight,” Alicia said.
“No, on Monday.” Kristen frowned. “What's with the advertisement?” She stole a glance at Dylan, who turned red with anger, then green with jealousy. Her face matched her hair.
“You're playing soccer with Derrington on Monday?” Dylan unfolded a T-shirt and held it in front of her as if she were checking the size but then threw it on the table without ever looking at it.
“Yeah, I told him I'd take him to a major league soccer game when the season starts if he helps me practice my kicks.”
“Sounds more like you're trying to score,” Dylan said.
Their constant fighting was starting to bore Massie to tears. At least if they'd been in Louis Vuitton or Sephora, Massie could wander off and shop, but Abercrombie? Ugh! The only fashionable thing in the entire store was her.
“I'm sure he'll tell me all about it on our long drive into the city next Wednesday night,” Dylan said.
“What do you mean?” Kristen asked. “You're not really going to the city with Derrington on a school night. Are you?”
“Yup. It's Tommy Hilfiger's birthday party at the Four Seasons. My mom and my sisters are all bringing dates, so I invited Derrington and he said yes,” Dylan said. “That reminds me, I should buy him a pair of long pants while we're here.”
“Sounds to me like he's using both of you.” Massie ran her fingers across a pair of baggy cargos. “Ew! This place is so Gap. Now, can we get out of here before I start thinking these clothes are actually cute?”
“Wait, Massie, what do you mean, using us?” Dylan said. “She's right,” Alicia jumped in. “He's getting more stuff than a kid whose parents just got divorced. Kristen, you've practically done all of his homework for the last week, and Dylan, you've been giving him all of the DVDs and video games your mom brings home from work. What has he done for you?”
“Well, he's not using me!” Kristen stormed off toward the back of the store.
“Great, now I'll never get out of here.” Massie lifted a white lace cami off the shelf. “I might as well try this on.”
Alicia yanked a denim mini off a hanger and followed Massie to the dressing rooms.
Kristen was sifting through the sale rack but slowed down when she came to the pleated cord mini in chocolate brown.
“How cute is this?” Kristen said. “And it's on sale!”
“No, it's not.” Dylan was standing in front of Kristen, holding the same skirt. “Someone must have hung it there by mistake, because there's a bunch of them at the front of the store.”
Kristen looked at the skirt in Dylan's hand, then straight into her green eyes. “You're not getting it, are you?”
“I'm seriously considering it,” Dylan said.
“Well, I'm wearing it to the fashion show tomorrow night.”
“No, you're not—I am,” Dylan said.
Massie walked out of the changing room in a huff and buried the unwanted white cami under a stack of fleece pants.
“I have an idea. One of you can have the skirt and the other can have Derrington,” Massie said. “Now can we leave? I want to get to Versace Jeans before the mall closes.”
“While we're on the subject, Kristen copied my idea to design reversible uniforms,” Dylan said. “How will you decide who gets that one?”
“Puh-lease,” Kristen said. “It wasn't your idea, and by the way, your mother's wardrobe stylist is making your entry and we all know it.”
“That's cheating! You can't hire a professional,” Alicia said as she came out of the changing room. She handed the denim skirt and her credit card to the first salesperson who strolled by. “Can you ring this up? I'll wait here.”
The salesgirl snatched the card out of Alicia's hand and swished away in a huff.
“If you ask me, neither of you should get that idea,” Massie said.
“Why?” Kristen and Dylan asked at the same time.
“Because it's stupid and if one of you wins, I'll have to spend the rest of my life in a reversible uniform.”
The salesgirl returned with Alicia's credit card and her skirt. “Sign here, please, Mr. Antonio Rivera,” she said with a grimace.
“Finally.” Massie sighed. “I have an idea.” Massie was looking at the silk tops but speaking to Kristen and Dylan. “Why don't you guys call it quits on the whole reversible uniform thing and come model for me.”
“Fine with me,” Kristen said. “I sewed the skirt to my pajama bottoms last night by mistake. At least this way I have a chance to be on a winning team.”
“So why don't you do that and I'll take Derrington?” Dylan said.
“OH MY GOD!” Alicia said. “Will you get over him? He's using you guys.”
“He may be using Kristen, but he likes me,” Dylan said.
“He's using both of you. I'll prove it.” Alicia plopped her-self down on the white leather couch in front of the changing rooms and pulled out her cell phone. “Come sit down.”
Kristen and Dylan did as they were told and sat on either side of Alicia.
“Talk loud.” Massie's arms were filled with clothes and she headed into the dressing room. “I don't want to miss this.”
“Watch,” Alicia said. “Kris, you have plans with him on Monday, right?”
“Yup.”
Alicia sat forward and sent Derrington a message on her phone. The girls crowded around her, trying to see what she was doing.
ALICIA: ? R U DOING MONDAY AFTER SCHOOL?
DERRICK: PLAYING SOCCER. Y?
Kristen beamed with pride when she saw his response. “Seeee,” she said.
ALICIA: PARENTS R AWAY.
DERRICK: COOL.
ALICIA: WANTED 2 HAVE HOT TUB PARTY.
DERRICK: WHO'S GOING?
ALICIA: ME
DERRICK: TIME?
“What time are you supposed to play soccer?” Alicia asked Kristen.
“Four thirty,” Kristen said. Her smile faded.
ALICIA: 4:30
DERRICK: I'LL B THERE.
“Looks like we have our answer.” Dylan dabbed on a bit of lip gloss. “He obviously doesn't like you very much.”
Alicia turned to face Dylan. “What time are you supposed to meet him on Wednesday?”
“Six,” Dylan said. “Why?”
But Alicia didn't answer.
ALICIA: SORRY, MADE A MISTAKE. HOT TUB ON WEDNESDAY AT SIX. STILL COOL?
DERRICK: WOULDN'T MISS IT.
“And that, my friends, is what you call a dirtbag.” Alicia dropped her phone into her Prada and got up to check on Massie's progress. “You can take the guy out of the Halloween costume, but you can't take the Halloween costume out of the guy.”
Massie hurried out of the dressing room. She didn't want to miss Dylan and Kristen's reactions.
The girls were silent. They couldn't even bring themselves to look at each other. Kristen crossed and uncrossed her legs and Dylan helped herself to a handful of mints from the silver dish on the magazine table that was in front of them.
“I can't believe him,” Dylan said. “He was so excited to go into the city with me.”
“Yeah, about as excited as he was to play soccer with me,” Kristen said.
Dylan grabbed another handful of mints and slid the dish toward Kristen. She shook her head no and smiled thanks.
“I'm such an idiot,” Dylan said.
“For thinking Derrington would like you?” Kristen said.
“NO!” Dylan snapped. “For letting him come between us.”
“I know.” Kristen uncrossed her legs and turned to face Dylan. “We have to get back at him.”
“Yeah,” Dylan agreed. She slapped her hand against her heart and closed her eyes, slowly shaking her head. “What were we thinking?”
“We weren't.”
“Hug?”
“Hug.”
The girls hugged and vowed never to let a guy come between them again, especially a horn dog like Derrington.
“Does this mean you two will join my team and be my models?” Massie asked. She had jeans in every wash hanging over her shoulders and bright-colored tops draped across her arms. “We can rehearse tonight.”
“Does this mean we have to be nice to Claire?” Kristen asked.
“I hope not,” Dylan said. “I'm still mad at her for IM'ing us from Massie's computer.” She turned toward Massie. “She totally had me convinced that you thought I was fat.”
“And that you wanted us to wear jean shorts and tights to school,” Alicia said.
“I still can't believe you thought I would actually send IMs like that,” Massie said.
“So then why do we have to be nice to her?” Dylan said.
“Because she'll thread all of our needles since she doesn't have any nails,” Massie said. “So try not to piss her off or we'll have to do it.”
“Done.”
“Done.”
Massie was waiting for Alicia to say “and done” but then remembered she wasn't part of their team.
“By the way, Alicia, can I have your bag?” Kristen was staring at the black-and-white Abercrombie model that was swinging back and forth in Alicia's hand.
“Sure, you can have the skirt too if you want,” Alicia said, handing it over. “I don't really like it.”
They waited by the doors near Neiman's for Massie's driver to pick them up. As always, Isaac pulled up in the Range Rover exactly on time.
They spent the ride singing to the radio and gossiping about the annoying girls in their grade, just like they always did. But something felt different. It was the first Friday night in over a year that Alicia wasn't sleeping over at Massie's.
They pulled up to the black iron gates in front of Alicia's house and Isaac helped her gather her bags.
“Have fun at the sleepover. I'll miss you guys,” Alicia said as she backed out of the SUV. “I hate that I have to compete against my best friends in the entire world. This whole thing sucks.” She contorted her face into a pouty frown.
But Massie wasn't buying it. Alicia's brown eyes sparkled and danced a little too much for someone as tortured as she had just claimed to be.