Best Friends For Never Part 18

"Welcome to OCD's Fas.h.i.+on Week," Princ.i.p.al Burns announced. "On behalf of the students who have worked very hard this week, I would like to thank you all for coming."

Applause.

"Before ... ," she continued, but was forced to wait another second for the applause to die down completely. "Before we get started, I would like to-"

"Awww, awww," someone shouted from the audience. The heckler was doing his best buzzard imitation.

After a series of short giggles and several terse "shhh's," Princ.i.p.al Burns picked up where she left off.

"I would like to thank the editors of Teen People Teen People for being here tonight. As you know, they will narrow the contestants down to two finalists and then turn the voting over to you, the students of OCD, because you put the for being here tonight. As you know, they will narrow the contestants down to two finalists and then turn the voting over to you, the students of OCD, because you put the u u in in uniform. uniform."

Roaring applause.

"We ..." She paused to throw in a humble chuckle and raised her hand for silence. "We have a professional photographer here to doc.u.ment tonight's show, and with a twenty-dollar donation-"

"Awww, awww."

Half the audience giggled and the other half s.h.i.+fted nervously in their seats.

She waited.

"I suppose we should just get started. Please turn your cell phones off-"

Claire heard more giggling, but this time it came from Kristen and Dylan.

"What?" Claire mouthed.

"You'll see," they mouthed back, and smiled.

Claire's entire body started beating wildly, and suddenly something felt very wrong.

I knew I shouldn't have trusted them.

Now that Claire was in danger, the festive atmosphere suddenly felt threatening. The pretty girls looked like clowns in their makeup, the applause sounded like gunfire, and the uniforms looked like they were made by blind kids with no hands. The love was gone.

Claire tried to calm down by focusing on the show.

Ann Marie Blanc was the first to present. She proposed the students wear cashmere sweater sets and taffeta skirts.

"Next." Ma.s.sie folded her arms and rolled her eyes. "She's done."

"Why?" Claire whispered.

"Taffeta's wrinkle potential is off the charts and we'll roast roast in that cashmere," she said. in that cashmere," she said.

"Oh."

Mindee Wilson presented her Days of the Week uniform as her five models pranced around the runway, each wearing an unflattering sack dress in a different color with a different day of the week written across the chest. Monday's dress was red and said Monday across the chest, and Tuesday's dress was blue and said Tuesday across the chest, and ...

"Cute," Dylan mumbled. "If you're in K through 2."

"Yeah, imagine flirting with a Briarwood boy in a pink sack that said Thursday," Kristen said.

Claire giggled. She thought of Cam.

Livid Altman called her masterpiece Black on Black with a Splash of Black for obvious reasons. She tried to convince the Teen People Teen People editors that black was the only real option because it hid dirt so well and therefore required less cleaning. But Claire heard the words editors that black was the only real option because it hid dirt so well and therefore required less cleaning. But Claire heard the words funeral, depressing, funeral, depressing, and and unhygienic unhygienic being uttered among the crowd. being uttered among the crowd.

Layne and Eli were next and the audience erupted in a series of supportive "whoo's."

Claire prayed Ma.s.sie would like Layne's design. She didn't want her friend to be the subject of ridicule.

Layne took her time walking to the microphone. She cleared her throat before she spoke.

"OCD is committing a crime by forcing developing girls to abandon their ident.i.ties, especially in these formative years," Layne said. Eli pranced around the runway in a navy pleated skirt, black Chuck Taylor high-tops, and a long-sleeve T-s.h.i.+rt with a plastic pocket sewn across the front.

"The Teen People Teen People editors are probably thinking editors are probably thinking N-O, N-O," Ma.s.sie said to Claire.

Claire pretended she hadn't heard.

When Eli got to the front of the stage, he stopped and pulled a stack of index cards out of his book bag. He held them up to the crowd like a magician showing off his "perfectly normal pigeon."

"Clothes are my way of showing the world how I feel, and this uniform will let us continue doing that even after the school has completely stripped us of our personal style," Layne said.

That's when Eli slid the cards in the pocket one by one so the audience could read them.

CONFIDENT.

CASUAL BUT s.e.xY.

I FEEL FAT TODAY.

I JUST BOUGHT THE NEW SEVENS.

The crowd laughed.

When Layne's presentation was over, everyone gave her a standing ovation. Even the women from Teen People Teen People rose out of their chairs. But they sat back down when they noticed Princ.i.p.al Burns and Pia glaring at them. rose out of their chairs. But they sat back down when they noticed Princ.i.p.al Burns and Pia glaring at them.

Alicia and Olivia were next. The sound of boys leaning forward in their seats filled the room when they took the stage. The photographer started snapping away.

Olivia took off her robe. She walked the runway, swinging her arms back and forth like the models on the Style Network. Theirs was the only campaign that proposed strappy sandals, jeans, and a blazer instead of the cliche schoolgirl skirt, and the crowd ate it up. It was the perfect blend of s.e.xy, sophisticated, and whimsical. While Olivia walked, spun, and strutted, Alicia explained that the blazer was a "nod to Ralph Lauren's Blue Label" and that he had agreed to manufacture the entire line for OCD if they won. She held up poster boards that were checked with different-color swatches so the girls could see "the variety of hues that blended" with the tweed blazer, should they decide to wear this "extremely practical piece" after hours. A man's necktie hung casually from Olivia's belt loops and Alicia explained that groups of girls could wear matching ties to show who their friends were.

Princ.i.p.al Burns jumped out of her seat and yelled, "No way!" but the crowd was too fixated on Alicia and Olivia to notice.

"She got the tie-as-belt idea from me," Ma.s.sie hissed. "I wore it to the mall that day we went costume shopping and she complimented complimented me on it." me on it."

"Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery," Claire said, trying to sound supportive.

"Yeah, but if that wins this for her, I'll wrap that form of flattery around her neck and strangle her." Ma.s.sie folded her arms across her chest.

Claire thought it best to leave it at that.

The audience was already on their feet before Alicia and Olivia took their first bows.

Ma.s.sie clapped and smiled, but she looked hollow, like a wax museum version of herself.

Claire couldn't believe she had to follow two standing ovations. Kristen and Dylan were obviously worried. They were bouncing up and down on their toes as if trying to burn off their nervous energy. Claire was so nervous she couldn't even move. Not only was she about to go onstage, but she also had to prepare herself for the possibility that this might be the moment when Ma.s.sie, Dylan, and Kristen decide to humiliate her on a grand scale.

The audience sounded more than ready for the intermission. Parents were chasing their little kids up and down the aisles. People were gathering their belongings in antic.i.p.ation of the coming break. Claire tugged on her in-between-stage bangs, hoping to inspire a major growth spurt before the show. Ma.s.sie must have sensed Claire's apprehension because she squeezed her arm and said, "Let's crush 'em!" before leading her team onstage.

The four girls stood beside each other, facing the audience. They were still wearing their robes.

"Take it off," someone shouted from the audience.

"Oh, we will," Ma.s.sie said, putting on her best sultry voice.

When the hollering died down, she began.

"Four girls," she started. "One redhead, one dark blond, one towhead, and one brunette-" Dylan, Kristen, Claire, and Ma.s.sie slipped out of their robes and let them fall to the ground. The striptease, as G-rated as it was, captured the boys' attention.

Christina Aguilera's "Dirrty" kicked in and the girls separated, each taking a different corner of the runway. The song choice was their secret homage to the costumes that got them there in the first place.

"We invite you to ask yourself," Ma.s.sie continued, "'What color palette is right for me?' Is your hair brown or black? And does your skin tone range from ivory to deep brown? If so, then you're a 'Ma.s.sie' and your uniform should be pure white and green," Claire said. As she spoke, Ma.s.sie paraded around the runway, making sharp turns and waving to her adoring fans. She wore a dark green suede skirt that was an exact replica of the one Todd had destroyed with grape juice-soft, short, and A-line. It had a purple rhinestone holster clipped to the side for her cell phone. Right when the explosive chorus in the song hit, Ma.s.sie took off her matching green blazer, complete with a big yellow flower pinned to the lapel, and hung it over her shoulder. The black beret made her look like the charming French model she always knew she could be.

Applause.

A white strapless silk top with the letter M M st.i.tched in the upper left corner was underneath. Purple-rhinestone-covered platform Keds with black knee-high socks rounded out the look. st.i.tched in the upper left corner was underneath. Purple-rhinestone-covered platform Keds with black knee-high socks rounded out the look.

Roaring applause.

"Or maybe you're a 'Kristen,'" Claire said, giving Kristen the cue to start walking. "Your hair ranges from brown to blond and your skin has golden tones. Sound familiar? If it does, your uniform will be soft white, red, and turquoise." Kristen wore the same outfit as Ma.s.sie, only her suede skirt and blazer were red, her flower was turquoise, the rhinestones on her cell phone holder and Keds were white, and the letter on her white sleeveless top was a K. K. She twirled her beret on her finger because it refused to balance on her updo. She twirled her beret on her finger because it refused to balance on her updo.

Once she completed her lap, Claire handed the microphone to Ma.s.sie, who continued the presentation.

"Do you burn in the sun and look positively sickly in beige?" Ma.s.sie asked. "If you do, then you're a 'Claire' and you're all pastels. ... Hey, someone's gotta wear those Easter egg shades, right?"

The audience laughed.

Claire skipped around the runway, holding her beret in place so it wouldn't slip. She wore a baby blue suede skirt and blazer and a pink flower on her lapel and the letter C C was st.i.tched on her top. Her black-rhinestone-covered cell phone holder was empty. But for the first time in weeks her Keds were full. was st.i.tched on her top. Her black-rhinestone-covered cell phone holder was empty. But for the first time in weeks her Keds were full.

"Fiery redheads, you're a 'Dylan.' Your uniform will be ivory and lavender," Ma.s.sie said as Dylan walked, "the perfect shades to accentuate your rosy tones.

"And of course, no uniform is complete without a version designed for woman's best friend." Ma.s.sie blew into the Tiffany whistle that hung from a silver chain around her neck. Right on cue, Bean appeared from the wings of the stage and ran straight for her owner. She wore a green suede skirt and a white T-s.h.i.+rt with a B across the back. A tiny black beret sat between her pointy ears.

The audience was on their feet and Bean barked for joy. Ma.s.sie, Claire, Dylan, and Kristen joined hands and bowed. They killed!

The bright lights were s.h.i.+ning right in Claire's eyes, making it hard for her to spot her parents. But one face in the third row was crystal clear. It was Cam's. He was slouched down in his seat. Claire thought he looked like he was being swallowed by his leather jacket. The instant he locked eyes with her, Claire's heart jumped. He offered up a big smile and a small wave, which made all of the noise in the room sound dull and muted, like her head was in a fishbowl.

Claire raised her hand without lifting her arm and waved, one finger at a time. Cam's face lit up when he saw her wave and she beamed right back at him. She couldn't believe this was happening. She turned to Ma.s.sie, desperate for a witness, but what she saw made her blood freeze up like dog pee on a cold sidewalk.

There was Ma.s.sie, amber eyes s.h.i.+ning, lip gloss glistening, and brown hair s.h.i.+mmering, waving to Cam.

Claire was mortified.

Cam likes Ma.s.sie! Not me. How many people saw me wave to him? Did he see? What am I supposed to do with my hands now? THIS SKIRT HAS NO POCKETS!

Claire would have taken public humiliation at the hands of Kristen and Dylan over this this any day. any day.

Princ.i.p.al Burns reclaimed the stage and called all of the compet.i.tors out to join her. They huddled together in tight cl.u.s.ters while they waited for the Teen People Teen People editors to decide on the finalists. editors to decide on the finalists.

When Princ.i.p.al Burns had the envelope in her claws, she made the announcement.

"You all received a thimble from our helpful ushers, and you'll need that now for voting. There are two clear boxes in the hall with the pictures of our two finalists on them. Please drop your thimble in the box of the candidate you wish to vote for and we will have your results after intermission," she explained.

"Awww, awww," said the heckler.

Mild laughter.

"And the finalists are ... Alicia Rivera and Olivia Ryan and Ma.s.sie Block, Claire Lyons, Dylan Marvil, and Kristen Gregory."

She continued by congratulating all of the other girls on their hard work, but no one was listening. They were already halfway out the door and eager to cast their votes.

OCTAVIAN COUNTRY DAY SCHOOL.

SAGAMORE HALL.

8:15 PM PM.

November 8th Ma.s.sie couldn't believe she was standing with her arms around Claire, Kristen, and Dylan, jumping for joy.

Claire!

One month ago she never would have thought it possible.

"Come on, let's go vote." Ma.s.sie felt around the inside of Bean's pink Coach doggie bag and pulled out a thimble and her purple nail polish. It was warm because the puppy had been sitting on it.

"What are you gonna do with that?" Claire asked, pointing to the Urban Decay bottle.

"I'm going to paint my thimble purple before I drop it in the box," Ma.s.sie said. "For good luck."

"Hey, Ma.s.s, will you vote for us?" Dylan asked. "Kris and I have a little business to take care of."

The two girls giggled and dropped their thimbles in Ma.s.sie's palm.

"Sure," Ma.s.sie said with a knowing smile, "anything to help the cause."

The three girls shared a laugh before Kristen and Dylan turned back toward the empty a.s.sembly hall and crept inside.