Clique 07 - It's Not Easy Being Mean by Lisi Harrison

Author:Lisi Harrison
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2009-08-06T07:00:00+00:00

BRIARWOOD ACADEMY BEHIND MASSIE'S FAVORITE HEDGE

Wednesday, April 7th

3:15 P.M.

The Pretty Committee took cover behind a row of shrubs across the street from Briarwood Academy. Squatting, they scoped their marks.

“I have eyes on Josh.” Massie racked focus on her ahdorable palm-size camouflage binoculars, shading her lenses from the late-afternoon sun. “He's tying one of his silver Nikes by the army-guy statue. Go! Go! Go!”

Alicia sprang to her feet. After smoothing her wide-legged Ralph Lauren pants, she tucked her cleavage inside the ever expanding borders of her crisp white V-neck.

“Remember, five p.m. at Wrap Star to debrief. First one there gets the booth.”

“Given.” Alicia saluted. “GL.”

“Good luck,” they whispered back.

“Gawdspeed,” Massie muttered as Alicia crossed Brook Street and raced toward her crush.

The thought of losing this contest made her legs weak. She needed to sit but wouldn't have dreamed of putting her gold silk Chanel shorts in contact with the moist grass. A single green skid mark or mud stain and all confidence would be lost. Instead, Massie shifted her weight from one bare knee to the other and prayed this would all be over soon.

“I can't see anything.” Dylan smacked the manicured cube of leaves in front of them. “These stupid bushes are in the way.”

“Kuh-laire, scoot back—your eyebrows are blocking our view.”

Everyone burst out laughing.

“Very funny.” Claire adjusted the stylish black Stella McCartney sunglasses and matching wide-brimmed chocolate-brown suede hat Massie had forced upon her.

“There's Ezra Rosenberg.” Kristen lowered her yellow Radio Shack binoculars. “Time to work on my golf swing.”

“You may want to get that letter out of your mailbox first.” Dylan snickered.

“Oops.” Kristen cackled as she pulled the olive-colored James Perse tube dress she wore from between her butt cheeks.

“There's Jake!” Massie shoved Dylan, knocking her onto the damp grass.

“Watch it.” Dylan stood. “This is organza.” She inspected her turquoise tunic for water damage.

“This is about your yellow teeth, not your outfit, remember?” Massie huffed. “You're there to talk to his dad about whitening treatments.”

“Yup.” She licked a lemon gumball and scraped it across her teeth. “Got it. See ya at five.”

“Wait up!” Claire hurried to catch up with Dylan and Kristen. “I see Tiny Nathan.”

Massie lifted her binoculars and scanned the crowded campus, hoping Derrington would emerge soon. Getting caught alone in the bushes with a pair of binoculars could seriously damage a girl's reputation.

It wasn't long before she spotted the shaggy-haired blond wiggling his butt for a group of amused seventh-grade boys. They high-fived before parting ways on their bikes, them in various shades of tan khakis and him in blue plaid AE shorts.

The traffic light at the top of Brook Street must have turned green, because a row of cars zipped past, blocking Massie's view. By the time it cleared, Derrington was gone.

Immediately, she speed-dialed.

He answered after one ring.

“Block?”

“Hey.” Massie glossed up with Glossip Girl Strawberry Milkshake. “Where are you?”

“Riding down Grove Street.”

“Oh.” Massie tried to sound disappointed.

“Why?”

“I'm across from the army guy. I was hoping you could double me.” She shoved the tops of

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