Revenge Of The Wannabes Part 27

Ma.s.sie clapped, excited that he liked to play her favorite game. "Shorts all winter long or cashmere sweats all summer?"

"You can buy cashmere sweats?" Ma.s.sie asked. "Why didn't I know about that?"

"You can't, I don't think," Derrington said. "I just made that up."

"Phew." Ma.s.sie wiped pretend sweat off her forehead. "I thought I was missing out."

"So?" Derrington said. "What would you rather?"

"Cashmere sweats," Ma.s.sie said, popping a piece of ginger in her mouth.

"Ugh, why?"

"Because I'd be the first one to have them," Ma.s.sie said with a smug smile.

This time Derrington threw his head back and laughed. When he straightened up, he batted a messy blond curl away from his eyes and said, "You're awesome."

Ma.s.sie felt a rush of tingly, p.r.i.c.kly heat on the bottoms of her feet and immediately wanted to ask if he was joking. No other guy had ever complimented Ma.s.sie like that except her dad, and he didn't count. She looked around to see if anyone else heard him say that, but they were still caught up in Lucinda's Hilary Duff story.

"What would you you rather?" Ma.s.sie asked, desperate to move past the awkward moment. "Shorts or cashmere?" rather?" Ma.s.sie asked, desperate to move past the awkward moment. "Shorts or cashmere?"

"Uh, isn't it obvious?" Derrington said, pointing to his shorts.

"Oh yeah, sorry." She giggled.

Ma.s.sie could feel her face turning red. She lowered her head under the table and pulled out her Barneys shopping bag.

"I almost forgot," she said, handing it to Claire. "This is for you."

"What is it?" Claire asked. She looked annoyed that Ma.s.sie was interrupting her conversation with Paolo.

"Open it," Ma.s.sie said. "Maybe it will get you out of this mood mood you've been in lately." you've been in lately."

"It's not a 'mood.'" Claire moved a piece of avocado around on her plate with a chopstick, then stabbed it.

Ma.s.sie clenched her fists and tried to keep her breathing slow and steady. "Kuh-laire, did you join the circus?"

"No, why?" Claire sounded bored.

"Because you've been acting like a TOTAL FREAK." Ma.s.sie heard Derrington laugh and bit her bottom lip to keep herself from smiling. "Now, are you going to take this or what?" She stuck her hand inside the Barneys bag and pulled out Claire's winter coat. The one she'd left at Cam's.

"Look," Ma.s.sie said, rubbing the puffy down jacket against Claire's hand. "You can stop wearing all of those ridiculous layers now."

Claire grabbed the coat and buried her own head in it. "There? Is that better?"

"What are you doing?" Ma.s.sie screeched.

"Rubbing my face in it." Claire's voice was m.u.f.fled. "Just like you wanted."

Ma.s.sie laughed out loud, impressed by Claire's clever comeback.

But Claire was breathing heavily and her entire face was scrunched up like she had just sucked on a lemon.

"What's your problem?" Ma.s.sie pleaded. "You're acting like a ten-year-old."

And then, as soon as the words had left her mouth, Ma.s.sie figured it out. Todd! Todd! He must have told Claire he heard Ma.s.sie saying she liked Cam. Or maybe Alicia told her about the time she saw Ma.s.sie at the Fishers'. ... He must have told Claire he heard Ma.s.sie saying she liked Cam. Or maybe Alicia told her about the time she saw Ma.s.sie at the Fishers'. ...

"You're not my friend," Claire whispered. She pushed her chair back from the table and ran to the bathroom.

Ma.s.sie sat frozen in her chair.

"Can someone please go make sure she's okay?" Lucinda said. "We have a long day tomorrow and I don't need her sulking and bringing everyone down."

"I'll go," Alicia and Ma.s.sie said simultaneously. They paused and looked at each other. At the exact same moment they both jumped out of their seats and raced through the restaurant to the single restroom by the upstairs bar.

Alicia knocked wildly. "Claire, it's Leesh-let me help you."

Ma.s.sie shoved her out of the way. "Claire, it's Ma.s.sie. Let me in-we have to talk."

"Leave me alone," Claire sobbed. It sounded like she was choking. Claire sobbed. It sounded like she was choking.

"I'm not leaving until you let me in," Ma.s.sie said to the door.

"Go flirt with your boyfriend," boyfriend," Claire shouted. Claire shouted.

"Derrington is not my boyfriend," Ma.s.sie shouted back.

Alicia gasped and put her hand on her mouth.

"I'm talking about Cam." Cam." Claire sounded frustrated. "I'm not an idiot." Claire sounded frustrated. "I'm not an idiot."

"I never said you were an id-"

"Ma.s.sie, I'm so over you!" Claire wailed. "I don't care if you throw things at me in the halls or if you spread rumors about me or ... anything! I'd rather be a complete loser than have you as a friend ... you ... you boyfriend boyfriend stealer." She started crying even harder. stealer." She started crying even harder.

Alicia's jaw dropped. She had obviously never heard anyone talk to Ma.s.sie like that before, and the c.o.c.ky smirk on her face showed that she loved every minute of it.

"Kuh-laire." Ma.s.sie pressed her lips right up to the door. "I would never steal your boyfriend. How As the World Turns As the World Turns do you think I am?" do you think I am?"

"Alicia told me everything, okay?" Claire said. "She even saw you at his house, so don't try to lie."

A line was starting to form outside the bathroom, but Ma.s.sie did her best to ignore it. "Kuh-laire, I went there to get your coat."

"Yeah, right!"

Ma.s.sie took a deep breath and exhaled slowly before she continued. "And to tell him that I put you up to the dump," she said softly.

"Liar," Claire said flatly.

"I swear on Bean," Ma.s.sie said, holding her palm up to the closed door.

"Really?" Claire opened the door slowly. At first she revealed the tip of her nose, then a tear-soaked cheek, and eventually the side of her mouth. "Did you tell him you you liked him and that's why you did it?" liked him and that's why you did it?"

Ma.s.sie leaned closer to the crack. "Yeah, right!" She rolled her eyes. "I told him that I heard he liked to look up girls' skirts and that I was looking out for you."

Ma.s.sie heard Claire blow her nose and laugh. "And he believed you?"

"Of course," Ma.s.sie said.

"Puh-lease, Claire," Alicia said, pus.h.i.+ng up the sleeves of her navy velvet blazer. "Do you really buy that?"

"I believe her," said an older woman with a neat gray bob and thick black gla.s.ses. "Now settle the rest of this on Ricki Lake Ricki Lake and let me pee." and let me pee."

Ma.s.sie ignored the woman. "Look, if I wanted to steal Cam, I would. Simple as that."

Claire finally opened the door. She was met with a round of applause from a group of strangers leaning against the wall with their legs crossed tightly. She stepped out of the bathroom and was instantly pushed aside by the woman with the gray bob.

"So does he still like me?" Claire asked Ma.s.sie.

"Why do you think he's here?" Ma.s.sie asked. "I saw him waving to you all night, but you kept looking away."

"I thought he was waving at you." Claire sighed. Then her face broke into a slow smile as she processed the news. She giggled with relief.

Ma.s.sie leaned over the bar and grabbed a stack of c.o.c.ktail napkins. She handed them to Claire. "Blow."

Then she held out her arms, hoping for a hug. "h.e.l.lo? Are you gonna make me stand here like a loser forever?"

Claire sniffled and wiped her eyes. "Maybe."

"I would," Alicia said.

But Claire ignored her and hugged Ma.s.sie.

Alicia made a retching sound and stormed back to the table, trying to look like everything had turned out exactly the way she had wanted it to.

Ma.s.sie and Claire returned with their arms around each other.

"Where are Cam, Harris, and Derrington?" Claire asked once they sat down.

"Mr. Fisher came to pick them up," Dylan said. "They're spending the weekend at his apartment in SoHo."

"Isn't our hotel in SoHo?" Claire asked.

"Yes, it is," Lucinda said while she signed the check. "But there will be no boys tonight. I need my models looking fresh in the morning. Save your flirting for the playground."

Claire quickly hopped out of her seat. "Look," she said to Ma.s.sie, her face glowing. Cam had left a CD on her chair called The Claire Doesn't Have a Boyfriend in Florida Mix The Claire Doesn't Have a Boyfriend in Florida Mix. "How cute is he?"

Claire pinched Ma.s.sie's elbow and smiled excitedly. And Ma.s.sie giggled and pinched back. Only it was the idea of seeing Derrington on Monday that made her her happy. That and the fact that she could pinch Claire's elbow again. happy. That and the fact that she could pinch Claire's elbow again.

NEW Y YORK C CITY M MEAT P PACKING D DISTRICT.

11:45 AM AM.

December 6th Alicia tightened the white cashmere scarf around her neck, wis.h.i.+ng she had chosen a different outfit. Her black drawstring satin karate pants and gray cowl neck were keeping her warm; it wasn't that. She just didn't look half as "West Side bohemian with money" as Ma.s.sie did and was suffering from an extreme case of ensemble envy. Alicia would have given anything to trade her boring Calvin Klein separates for Ma.s.sie's wispy knee-length paisley dress and faded boot-cut Juicy jeans. The only thing she had going for her was the Dixon that wrapped around her thigh.

"What is that on your leg?" Lucinda asked. They were standing on the corner of a gritty cobblestone street called Gansevoort in the Meat Packing District, New York City's latest IT shopping mecca.

"What do you mean?" Alicia said, looking confused. "It's the Dixon you gave me. The thing Avril was wearing on her cover shoot."

"Why is it on your leg?"

"You said there were fifty-eight ways to wear it," Alicia said. "I a.s.sume this is one of them." She looked at Faux-livia for backup.

"Yeah, the leg is number thirty-seven," Faux said.

"Well, I made a bit of a mistake," Lucinda said. "That thing you're wearing was part of the packing materials. It's a sc.r.a.p. My brain-dead a.s.sistant pulled the wrong thing. The Dixon is really a soft wire accessory that can be bent into fifty-eight different shapes."

"Oh." Alicia and Faux-livia quickly rolled the mesh sc.r.a.ps off their legs and tossed them in a trash can. Luckily Ma.s.sie had been whispering something to Kristen, Claire, and Dylan and missed the whole thing.

"All right, ladies." Lucinda adjusted her oversized black fleece cowboy hat. "You have until two o'clock to buy the looks you want to wear on the shoot this afternoon."

"It took me longer to buy a winter coat for my dog," dog," Ma.s.sie whined. The girls giggled, so she continued with her gripe. "How are we supposed to find something ah-mazing to wear in Ma.s.sie whined. The girls giggled, so she continued with her gripe. "How are we supposed to find something ah-mazing to wear in two hours? two hours? It's not like we shop in the Meat Packing District every day." It's not like we shop in the Meat Packing District every day."

Alicia had been thinking the same thing and was mad she hadn't spoken up sooner. "Do you have a floor plan or something?"

Everyone laughed at Alicia's question.

"I'm only kidding." She giggled, trying to hide her embarra.s.sment. Alicia was still trying to get over the humiliation she felt after losing Claire to Ma.s.sie at Sus.h.i.+ Samba. Any more mess-ups and Strawberry, Kori, and Faux-livia would lose all faith in her as an alpha.

"You'll be fine," Lucinda said, trying to rea.s.sure them. "This area is more concentrated than Paul Mitch.e.l.l's Hair Repair." She smiled to herself. "Scoop, Jeffrey, Stella McCartney, and Alexander McQueen are all right here. If I only shopped in these four stores for the rest of my life, I'd be set." She tossed her gold-coin-covered scarf over her shoulder. "Let's move."

Lucinda led the way. A pigeon lay dead with its guts spilled out in the middle of the road and a group of women in high-heeled boots stepped in it as though it were a glistening drop of spring water. Big green bags of trash were stacked on the curb outside every restaurant they pa.s.sed, and the smell of chicken feathers hung in the unseasonably still air. Alicia swallowed twice, trying her hardest not to barf up the bagel and cream cheese she had for breakfast.

"Isn't this neighborhood the coolest?" Lucinda turned around and asked the girls. "You'd never know that just a few years ago, these stores were animal slaughterhouses."

"Uh, I would," Ma.s.sie shouted. She was trailing behind the rest of the group with Kristen, Dylan, and Claire. "It's disgusting."

Everyone laughed at Ma.s.sie's honest reaction, even Lucinda. And Alicia cursed herself again for not beating Ma.s.sie to the punch.

"Let's cross here," Lucinda said. She stood on the curb in front of the Little Pie Company, waiting for the Pretty Committee to catch up. She reminded Alicia of a parent chaperone on an OCD field trip. "These jagged cobblestone streets will take you down if you're wearing heels, girls, so walk on your tiptoes."

Paolo jogged backward, snapping shots of all eight girls walking toward their first store. "Girls, will you please please get closer together? My lens is only so wide, you know." get closer together? My lens is only so wide, you know."

Alicia, Faux, Kori, and Strawberry stopped walking to let Ma.s.sie, Kristen, Alicia, and Claire catch up. But every time Lucinda slowed down, they did too.

"Ugh," Paolo said, showing his frustration. "You girls are killing me."