[Clique #12] These Boots Are Made for Stalking by Lisi Harrison

Author:Lisi Harrison [Harrison, Lisi]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Tags: Chick Lit, Fiction, Friendship, Girls, Lifestyles, Peer Pressure, Realistic, School & Education, Social Issues, Social Themes, Young Adult
ISBN: 9780316072120
Google: xCfskVcCfmYC
Amazon: B00FORATGE
Publisher: Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
Published: 2010-03-09T00:00:00+00:00

When I take a picture, I take 10 percent of what I see.

“Annie Leibovitz!” Claire blurted, then slapped her palm to her Blistex-buffed lips.

The guy turned around and grinned. “How’d you know?” He slipped a pair of retro black frames from his nose and cleaned the lenses on his T-shirt, which read TAKE YOUR BEST SHOT.

Claire flushed. “One of my favorites. It’s on my Facebook profile.”

“No way! Mine too.”

“Claire, this is Iain,” Layne announced proudly, licking sour crystals from her fingers. “He’s the president of the Briarwood-OCD PC.”

“The PC?” Claire muttered from the corner of her mouth.

“The Photography Club,” Layne whispered back.

“Hey.” Iain capped his marker and wiped his palms on his jeans.

The kids sitting cross-legged on the tables waved. Even the statue-still model at the front of the room cracked a smile.

Claire lifted her palm, wondering what Massie would say if she knew there was another PC at OCD. “Hey.” Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a collection of cameras on the table next to the door. There were tiny digital cameras, long-lens contraptions, and even an old-school pinhole camera. She hovered over them like they were velvet-cushioned diamonds in the display window at Cartier. Was that… No. It couldn’t possibly be…

“The Nikon D90,” Iain said behind her, reading her thoughts.

“OMG. I’ve never actually seen one in person!” she admitted.

“Wanna try it?” Iain grabbed the camera and planted it in Claire’s hand. It felt solid and light at the same time, and the cool silver casing slid perfectly in her palm. “We bought a bunch of them. This one’s an extra.”

“An extra?” Claire choked, stroking the camera lovingly. “Don’t these things cost a fortune?” She’d wanted to ask for one for Christmas, but when she’d Googled the price, she’d given up hope. That camera was worth more than Todd’s life.

Iain shrugged. “The PC’s got some pretty famous alumni that give money. Plus, we get to go to some of their gallery openings in the city and stuff.”

“Food sucks, but the pictures are pretty good,” laughed the girl with pink-tipped ends. “I’m Anya. Cool jeans.” She slid off the table and joined Iain, Claire, and Layne at the back.

Claire glanced down at her faded Gap boot-cuts. “Seriously?” she said skeptically. Massie had docked her two whole points this morning for the hole in the left knee. It had brought her outfit rating down to a 7.6, which, as Massie had explained, was one-tenth of a point away from a mandatory bad sushi day.

But this PC was a different kind of PC. There wasn’t a designer piece of clothing in sight, and no one had insulted her bangs, given her a once-over, or suggested she switch to the Sugar Busters diet to repair the damage she’d done on Halloween.

Was it possible that here she could just be… Claire—holey jeans, sweet tooth, and all? The thought alone made the knots in her shoulders start to dissolve.

“I thought you guys would… click,” Layne joked, looking thrilled with herself.

The PC groaned. Anya pelted Layne with an empty film canister.

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