Splat! Ugh, that was about the tenth ice cream cone that came crashing down the table at which I was sitting at. Don’t they know that I am human with feelings? They probably did not since the only thing that mattered in their life was the Supremes. The Supremes were a group of five girls who ruled the school just by looking pretty. Pretty stupid. It is probably the clothes they wore that made them so gorgeous. All their clothes were designer made and accessories too. Cassie Lauden (Me) probably did not exist in their world. I was just one of the losers that they constantly picked on without a single regret of what could ever happen if I ever became popular. Whatever, one-day things will change, I repeated repeatedly in my head, but I knew that it was in my imagination to ever think that I could ever be somebody. The Supremes were the all mighty goddesses of the school and there was nothing that could change that. Not even if the president of the United States came, the Supremes would still do what they do: be mean, shop until they drop (hopefully), and talk to their boyfriends. I am just one of the people who look at them, sigh, and then wish I could be a part of them.
I shook my head of the thought of being a Supreme and slowly turned around to go to class. As soon I turned, the first thing I saw was these black Jimmy Shoo pumps and white stockings. I slowly lifted my head to see Supreme #1 looking at me with a total disgust. She was Amanda White, the one everyone adored to be around. She wore DKNY capris with a Speechless Kimono Dress and Louis Vuitton handbag with the smell of Chanel No.5 all over her. She looked liked she just stepped out of a fashion show though, and that fashion show was her house. Sometimes people wondered did she have more than one room to fit all her clothes in because every day to school, she looked like she just went shopping before she went to school. On her left was Supreme #2. Jennifer Mittone; a French beauty that all the people adored and every time she spoke, you would hear her sweet French accent lingering in your ears. It was impossible to hate her. Even though she was to-hutally mean, she looked to sweet to mean. Though she was Supreme #2, she still looked better than Amanda did. She probably just chose to be #2. She wore a Monrow vintage black jersey golden scales scoopneck tank with Green Envelope cropped bomber jacket, a pair Diesel skinny jean, and a pair of Miu Miu blue glitter flats. It did not really match but it still looked good on her. She had an Invicta Women's Square Angel Diamond Stail watch with a Furla handbag on her shoulder. I sat there looking at both of them while they looked at me as if I was a bug that needed to be crushed immediately. Amanda brushed her blond hair away from her face and sighed.
“Hello? Yeah, you’re in our spot,” said Amanda. She had her manicured finger pointing at my face.
“Your name isn’t written on it.” I mumbled softly hoping that she did not hear.
“Excuse me, I didn’t hear quite well. Get out of our seat. Now.”
“I was going to get out anyway.”
“Good, ‘cause if you didn’t I would have to get another manicure because they would be covered with a never before washed skin.”
Everyone around us started laughing at me because of her smart remark. I bit the bottom of my lip to stop from crying, which effectively worked. I draped my orange Jansport backpack over my shoulders and walked out of the cafeteria with two of the Supremes looking at me while I walked out shamelessly. I felt so stupid for not knowing that I was sitting at their table. It probably was not their table anyway; they just wanted an excuse for making fun of me.
“Wait!” yelled Amanda. This could have been it! They would have finally wish and me sorry then ask could I could join their group and buy clothes for me! I turned around to see what the precious Supremes wanted.
“This table is filthy dirty. Clean your mess up.”
“I didn’t put those ice creams there!” I yelled then put my hand over my mouth knowing that I probably would end up regretting what I said. Her eyes squinted at me as she walked closer to me. Before I knew it, I saw her standing right above me, glaring at me with her sky blue eyes then opened her mouth.
“I said clean. Up. Your STUPID MESS!”
Ok, ok. I’m sorry.” I said tearfully. I felt like my mother was punishing me. I hated myself so much for letting her take control of me like that. I wiped the tears of my cheeks and took out a napkin and wiped the ice cream off the table then threw the ice cream in garbage along with the napkin.
“There. I’m done.” I sniffled softly.
“Eww. It stinks here. Let’s go Jennifer.”
“Wait, wait.” I said abruptly. “What about the table that I just cleaned?”
“It stinks.”
“But what about-”
“I said it stinks. Conversation over.” Amanda snapped. She turned around and head out to the outdoor lunch tables which were much cleaner than the inside ones. I just stood there while the girls just ignored my good deed without even a thank you. Kids in the lunchroom looked at me as if I was stupid while whispering or gossiping to their friends about me. I just turned around again to head the hall until I saw Supreme #3, 4, 5 push their way past me to go outside where Amanda and Jennifer where. Supreme #3 was Addison Richmond. The only reason why she was special in the group was that her father opened a huge website last year, which made her awesomely rich. Her mother was physiologist with a huge office that right next to a movie theater. People did not really like that movie theater because she constantly stood outside staring at everybody who came in. Supreme #4, which was Cara Vunint, on the other hand came from a history of dancer, singers, and musicians. Her father is a famous painter, her mom is an international singer, and it seemed as if she was going on the same track because I’ve been seeing her on the cover of Seventeen recently. She looked very well fit for the camera with her rosy cheeks, sea green eyes and slim figure. Supreme #5, Tiffany Weffer was a bit different from the others. She lived in a fortress deep in the woods and always took a plane there. It was that far. Though she was a Supreme, she was the only one that did not look like she was going to go to a fashion show. She wore a marigold cotton deep v-neck t-shirt with a czar stretch destruction wash skinny jeans and a pair of Lace Up open booties. She looked normal, but under those shirts and jeans are three or four digit prices. Not cheap. The other two were Amanda wannabes. Whatever Amanda wore, they had to wear something that was similar to it. Addison wore BCBGMAXAZRIA pink paint stripe jersey cutout top with a Romeo & Juliet Couture black studded stretch mini skirt and a pair of Miu Miu black nappa studded fringe bow flats with Gucci sunglasses. Cara wore a Corey Lynn Calter heather grey sequin jersey 'Dede' racerback tank with Sunner black silk smocked shorts and Prada pumps. Brylee and Addison both had handbags and tried to walk bow-legged like Amanda instead came out looking like chickens. I thought about my red frizzy hair that lived for scrunchies and looked at theirs. The Supremes are so perfect. They each had beautiful hair. Tiffany had a brown straight hair, Cara had a jet-black hair that was spiky at the ends; Addison had brown curly hair that never seemed to touch a scrunchie, and Jennifer’s hair was black with brown highlights and was curly, and to top it off, Amanda, with her wavy blond hair that always bounced on her shoulders. Why was it I that looked ugly as ever? It annoyed me to know that everybody else in my family had black or brown hair and it was me that had to be cursed with a delusional red hair that never stayed down. I just wished that I could look like them, or at least be one of them for Pete’s sake! That just could not happen.
I slowly headed out the lunchroom when I accidently bumped into a boy. I look at this boy and every part of my body tingled and melted. He had a shaggy brown hair that was and long and he was wearing an ash cotton top with jeans and Gola sneakers. He was so hot. He looked at me with a boyish smile then ran his hand through his hair.
“Hi.” He said softly. His voice was so soft, but firm. I like.
“Hey” I replied. He was so gorgeous. I gazed at him for a long time imagining us together in a paradise swimming. As soon as he cleared his throat, my daydream went away into the clouds of my thoughts.
“Uhmmm, do I know you of such sort?” He said while squinting his eyes. Gosh, he was so gorgeous. Why have I never seen this beauty before? Every hot guy in the school was all over my wall, except for this mysteriously handsome person.
“What is your name?” I said tentatively.
“Vincent. Vincent Wilterdon. Yours ?”
“Cassie. Cassie Lauden. Pleasure to meet you.”
“You too. You go to this school?”
“Yeah, sadly.” I said while slumping my head down and remembering what happened during lunch.
“What’s wrong?” he said smoothly. I looked into his eyes noticing that they were deep sea blue. Vincent slowly lifted my chin. I felt like kissing him so badly. Instead, I ended up blabbering about the Supremes, how they ruled, and how much I wanted to be one so bad. I glanced at him and saw him chuckling. I just wish I knew what was so funny about me being paralyzed emotionally by five rulers of the school. He gave a deep breath then took a scrunchie and tied his shaggy hair.
“You complain a lot you know?” he said while looking away into the distance.
“How is that complaining? They constantly taunt me because I do not look like them. How is that complaining?” I answered back looking at him hoping he would look back at me. Then I looked down at my outfit to see if he would look at it too. I was wearing a red V-neck sweater with white jeans on and a pair of glossy white flats. Luckily, they did not get dirty during lunch.
“Do you think you’re ugly?” he asked now looking at me in the eye.
“Well, not rea-
“That’s not the answer I’m looking for.” He said a little bit more serious of a tone.
“No. I do not think I’m ugly” I replied boldly then stood up. He stood up then looked me in the eye.
“Ok then why do you worry about what a bunch of prissy girls think?”
“Because!”
“Because what exactly?”
I thought for a second of what the “because” actually stood for. After a couple of seconds, I said something.
“Because, have you seen them? They are like living Barbie dolls! They get everything!” I said while motioning my hands in the air.
“I haven’t seen them and I don’t care because I’d still feel the same way about you” he replied with a wink. I turned away so he would not see me blushing. The only person that has ever flirted with me was Kevin. Nevertheless, that did not count; he was a nerd.
“How do you feel about me?” I asked tentatively while crossing my fingers behind my back.
“I’ll show you,” he whispered. Before I could say anything, he had kissed me softly on the lips.


Chapter 2
I could not think of anything but that kiss. I forgot about the Supremes, my frizzy hair, except for this moment we were having. I felt his hand around my waist and he whispered “Cassie” and continued to kiss me. The only time I have been kissed was in fourth grade and that was because the boy was dared to it. This was real; he actually wanted to kiss me. It was kind of like my first kiss. The kiss in fourth grade did not count because it was enforced by a kid’s dare. The kid had felt penetrated to kiss me because of the dare. Didn’t even realize what that kid was doing until he finally parted away from me, and ran. Vincent slowly parted from me and was smiling from ear to ear and so was I.
“So, that felt good.” He said while trying not to show that he was blushing which he clearly was.
“I know. Me too. I never actually thought you’d be interested in me. I’m like, way out of your league.” I responded back. He rested his hands on my waist while I wrapped my hands on his waist while laying my head on perfected chest.
“You’re just the right person for me and I know it.” He said while looking down at me. He then lifted my chin and gave me a kiss on the lips the returned to talking again.
“You bring yourself down to much sweetheart. You’re beautiful and it doesn’t matter what those girls think you are or not.” He said while squeezing me softly around my waist. “Besides, they’re probably jealous of you being so pretty. And for smelling like fresh strawberries. Mmm. Smells awesome.” He added on while smelling my neck. It rather tickled so I playfully shoved him away. You know how in some stories the couple just walks away romantically and another paragraph starts. Right? Right. Then, there are those books when in the middle of their moment, someone has the audacity to come up and ruin it. Well that was us. Amanda and her small Supremes looked well, shocked. Amanda’s mouth was hanging open, and Jennifer crossed her arms furiously. The others obviously didn’t know what was going on so they were constantly looking back and forth at Vincent, I, and their clique. I just looked at her with my arms still around him. Vincent had no clue of what was going on. Amanda flipped her hair back and started to speak.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Cassie. Is that what you do now? Telling new guys that you are a sorry loser and make them feel sorry for you? Good job, it works,” she said sarcastically while clapping her hands. The other girls snickered. I breathed in and out and slowly separated from Vincent and looked at her straight in the eye.
“For your info, I don’t make them feel sorry for me, they just like red heads. Hot and spicy unlike blondes which are light, pale, and meaningless. You would know.” I replied while flashing a fake toothy smile. The other girls went ohh and Cara coughed, “ahem-, slayed,-ahem.” Amanda gave her a cold stare and Cara looked away.
“You think you’re funny Lauden, well you’re not. You’re ugly and no boy in their right mind would ever want to be with you.” She snapped. That’s when Vincent looks at her and starts talking.
“You have no right to be calling anybody ugly. Plus, I’m with her so what does that makes me, crazy? Well you know what you are? You’re immature. You’re just mad because blondes are becoming so dim and you’re the only one who thinks they’re cool.” He said. Amanda’s cheeks were flushed with a deep shade of red. Jennifer snickered and turned away to laugh. I smiled up at Vincent and Vincent smiled back. He then whispered,” I’m guessing those were the Supremes.” He said while trying to hold in his laughter.
“Yeah!” I said while laughing. Vincent also joined. Amanda looked flushed and almost on the verge of tears.
“We’re leaving girls. Let’s go Jennifer!” Amanda commanded. The group turned around and walked away. I smiled at Vincent for a moment then laughed to myself. It seems as if things just got better.
As soon as I got home, I started squealing everywhere picked up the phone to call my best friend, Violet. Violet was out that day of school because she had to go see her sister perform in some fancy school of the arts. She was bound to be back around three so I called her.
“Yes?”
“Violet?”
“Nah for real! What’s up?”
“Everything Vi! Today I found this new boy at school named Vincent and guess what? We kissed and now we are dating! Can you believe this?”
“First of all, no, and second, when did he come to the school?”
“I’m guessing today because I’ve never seen him before. He is so gorgeous V! I can’t wait till you see him tomorrow!” I exclaimed while jumping on my bed. My lavender pillow fell under my head so I slipped and knocked my head on the floor. I was just bursting with joy. My first boyfriend!
“I guess. Hey, come shopping with me tomorrow.”
“Oh, I can’t. I got homework.” I answered back to Violet disapprovingly. Then I thought about the fact that I have boyfriend. I am supposed to look beautiful. It’s practically a law. Homework can wait.
“I mean, yeah. Also let’s go to the hair salon. I want to tame this hair.” I answered.
“Cool. What’s wrong with your hair?”
“What’s wrong? Violet, my hair is a burnt forest. Plus, I have to look good for Vincent.” I answered logically.
“Seriously? I guess, again. So, the mall then the salon, and where else?” Violet asked annoyingly. I could tell that there was a hint of jealousy in her voice. Ever since Violet’s ex-boyfriend, Evan dumped her for Charlotte, the trust fund kid, Violet has been staying away from boys like an obese woman from sugar. It’s been three weeks and Violet has been flying solo. Plus, to see me with a new boyfriend, rather sucks.
“We can watch Casablanca and eat Moose Munch bars, Haribo Gummy bears, and drink RC Cola. Whatadaya think?” I asked.
“Awesome. And let’s do each other’s nails and during that time, you can tell me all about your new boo.” Violet said with a twinge of excitement in her voice. I was so glad she didn’t make a big deal about me having a boyfriend. Violet was the best friend of the year. We said bye and hanged up. I then jumped off my bed and called my hairdresser. My hairdresser was Adalia Cortez. I called her Addy because I don’t feel like pronouncing Adalia She hairdresser was from Spain, which made speaking to her a bit harder because she rather forgot if I don’t speak Spanish.
“Hola. Como estas?”
“Hey. I was wondering if you could come over and straighten my hair a little bit. I know I have not asked you to my hair in like years, but I need you now. Please?” I pleaded.
“Well your parents always pay me money so I never worry about not making money you know. So, whenever you want, I give you nice treatment.” She answered back with a thick Spanish accent.
“Can you come like right now?”
“Of course. I do any tang fo you. Okay?”
“Okay, that’s great. We will do it in one of the guestrooms, all right.”
“Si.”
“Bye Addy!” I said.
“! Hasta luego!” she said back. I let her hang up first then I hung up. I knew that looking through my closet wouldn’t do anything so I went to my sister’s closet, Elizabeth. We were the exact same size so it wouldn’t have been a problem. The house was large and my sister’s room was two rooms away. Her room was very spacious and comfortable. Her room was vanilla cream that rather contrasted the colors a bit. She had a carpet that was blue, green and white and her bed was the same colors. In fact, everything around the whole room seemed to be blue, green, and white. Even the enlarged photo of her Chinese foo dog, Jedi, had the blue ocean in the background surrounded my green palm trees from their trip to Hawaii last summer. Elizabeth was sitting in her desk going on her laptop when I came in. Elizabeth sister was what you called a golden girl. We looked nothing alike. She had straight cinnamon brown hair and a golden tanned skin. She had long arms and slender legs from running all the time and from cheerleading. I on the other hand was very pale and I couldn’t even think about tanning because I would be sunburned and peel like an orange. I also had a wildly curly frizzy hair that could not stand down for one second. The only time that I had straightened, it was for fifth grade graduation and that was all. It took too long to straighten it so I just left it. Another thing that made my sister and me so different from each other was that she was a clean freak. I couldn’t keep my room in order even if you paid me. My room wasn’t a complete mess but it wasn’t clean either. My room was a little old fashioned with the wooden desks and cabinets but still looked nice though. The house keeper, Louisa did a good job at keeping my room neat and tidy so it was rarely messy. Elizabeth had her in a ponytail that looked so cute. When I do my hair like that, the ponytail is just weird. Elizabeth turned around from her laptop.
“What do you want?” she said.
“Hey don’t get rude Liza. I’m just coming here to ask you for a favor.” I told her with a hushed tone. She gave me a look that said are you serious. I gave her back a look that said serious as leukemia.
“What do you want red head?” Liza asked with an irritated tone. She must be reading one of those online books. She was always the book freak.
“I am going shopping with Violet tomorrow and before that I wanted to borrow some of your clothes. You know, a since you have such a terrific taste in clothes unlike me.” I replied to her giving her my sweet look. She always fell for it. One of characteristics that didn’t make me look like a freaky red head. She looked at me and sighed. She got up from her chair and walked towards her closet. Her closet was a walk-in and it was filled. Her closet was dullish blue and it had clothes everywhere I guess that was one place that wasn’t neat. At the end of her closet was her Romanian style bathroom with beige granite tiles and the long cream-colored poles on each side of the bathtub with an ancient chandelier the same color as the tiles. On the other side of the bathtub was the three-headed shower. Her shower was separated from the tub. My bathroom was sky blue with white edges, one sink, and a shower with the tub. Anyways, being carried away, Elizabeth led me towards the main closet and searched for something for me. I hope she doesn’t give me that ugly grey knit sweater. It is so ugly, I thought. My sister lifted her head from the closet and showed me the shirt. The shirt was a red crewneck long sleeve t-shirt.
“So what do you think?” Elizabeth asked, exasperated. I looked at the shirt. It looked very nice and with the temperature being like this, it was perfect. I nodded to let her know that I liked it.
“I was wondering do you have pants too.” I told her quietly.
“What do I look like? Goodwill?” she asked annoyingly. I gave her my sweet look again and she sighed, again.
“Okay. But tell me, why do you want to look nice all of a sudden?”
“I always look nice!” I replied with mock hurt tone. She looked down at me with a look that said, no you don’t.
“Alright. I have a boyfriend.” I told her looking down. She gasped and lifted my head with a funny look on her face. I giggled softly.
“Omg. When? Where? How? Tell me!” My sister persisted.
“Okay calm down feisty! We met today during lunch and I was telling him about the Supremes ” I said with a nasty edge snarling my lips. “ Moreover, he seemed contented to listen to me. Plus, he kissed me and you wouldn’t believe who came. The Supremes. They were just like, standing in shock. And then, they started talking smack about me, and Vincent told them off” I told animatedly. Elizabeth was just eating this entire up with fascinated eyes. My last boyfriend was like in, --- Wait. I never had a boyfriend. Elizabeth has though. In fact, they are still dating. How long? Six months? Hmm, I don’t actually remember. Elizabeth shook me vigorously while smiling wider than her face can actually take.
“Girlfriend! I have to get you the best-looking pants known to woman! You look so incredibly chic, you won’t even recognize yourself. As a matter of fact, I’m going to change your whole outfit. But one question. What in the name of all the frizzy hairs in world are you going to do with that one?” she asked while pointing at my hair in disgust. She picked at it then sighed in mocked agony. I quickly retrieved my hair from her hand and patted it down.
“Addy is coming over to straighten it.” I replied defensively.
“Good. I actually thought you were going to dress yourself up and have your hair like that. And tomorrow morning, I’m going to do your make up since you never had experience of such sport” she explained plainly. Sport? Seriously? Give me an effing break. I just shrugged. My sister grabbed my arm and lead deeper in her closet. She opened her huge closet door, pulled out molten lava plaid crewneck t-shirt, and put it against me to see would it look good on me. I thought the shirt was pretty. She told me to try it on and I did.
“It looks really comfortable and effortlessly chic. It’s a Marc by Marc Jacobs collection so you better make sure that it comes back clean okay?” she warned. I nodded my head then rolled my eyes. My sister loves designer clothes. She loves it more than she loves her self. I just never put my wealth into use; Elizabeth never passed up the chance. My parents had always had money. A lot of money. Especially since my grandfather gave my parents a load of money from his jewelry business and left it in my father’s hands. I never used my parent’s money to buy clothes and all that stuff like the Supremes did. Now, I have boyfriend. I want him to think that I am pretty every day and I do not want the Supremes all over him because guys like girls who look pretty. I think I’m pretty. Just not my hair. Moreover, I was one of those lucky red heads that didn’t have freckles. My sister pulled me towards a very large cabinet that looked like the closet itself. She pulled out some studded cigarette jeans and held it against my waist, again measuring me.
“What do you think sweet heart?” my sister asked. I thought they looked like a biker chick pants but I didn’t say that. I just looked at her hoping she would see how I felt about it.
“I am guessing that you don’t really like it.” She said sadly .
“No it’s not that. It’s just looks so biker. I want to look sweet and petite you know?” I replied to her. Elizabeth looked at me then smiled.
“I while be right back!” she yelled while rummaging through her closet. I looked up to the ceiling. Gosh, this was going to be a long night.


Chapter 3

The next morning I was almost ready to go to school. I couldn’t walk to school as I usually do because of my hair. Addy had end up coming around seven and did my hair. It ended up taking longer than I actually thought it would. First we had to wash my hair then blow dry it and then comb it out, then, finally, she started to straightened it. Moreover, Elizabeth changed the whole wardrobe into something much girly. I was wearing Splendid blue supima cotton snap long sleeve with a Cece grey cotton boyfriend cardigan. For the bottom, I was wearing a Whitney Eve black silk tie front skirt with black leggings and Tashkent by Cheyenne black suede 'Sinclair' cut-out ankle boots. I felt so, primped. Elizabeth had taken the opportunity to put make up on me and to tell you the truth, I never felt so beautiful either. I never used to dress this way and now, I do. Vincent will be falling on his knees when he sees me, I thought looking in the mirror while turning around and checking myself. The girl in the mirror was so not the old Cassie Lauden with the frizzy hair with JCPenney’s clothes from yesterday. The girl in the mirror was the new Cassie Lauden with makeup on and designer clothes. Just like the Supreme’s.
“Cassie! Are just going to stand there admiring yourself or are you going to come down and eat something?” Elizabeth said, distracting my thoughts and me. I rolled my eyes at her and grabbed my handbag, which was Kooba black leather 'Samantha' shoulder bag along with my Fendi asphalt zucchino spalmati flat messenger bag. It was probably the only designer accessory that I owned. I came downstairs and my mother’s eyes practically popped out of their socket. She walked up to me and held my face then hugged me.
“I seriously thought you were never going to start wearing designer clothes. Gosh, do you have any idea I spend my nights wondering when you were going to tame that hair.” She told me while smoothing my hair. My mom was a big fashion freak. She was the chief editor in the magazine Flawless. She always kept up to date with the latest trends because hello, chief editor of a fashion magazine has to keep up with such things. I just never did. Not until now obviously. I just smiled my Ecco Bella lip glossed lips. Courtesy to my sister of course. I went into the kitchen and took a bite in my French toast after dipping it in syrup. Elizabeth looked at me in disgust and continued to eat her German Potato Pancakes. Elizabeth wasn’t a vegetarian and all but, she rarely ate meat or anything greasy. She claimed that they had too much carbs but I could care less. I’ve been fatty food since like forever and I never got fat so things like those didn’t pertain to me.
“Oh sweetheart, you know that Jacque is taking you to school today you understand?” my mother told me. I wiped the crumbs of my skirt and nodded. I had to remember to tell Jacque to pass by Violet’s house. When I was done eating, I brushed the crumbs off my skirt and grabbed my stuff. I went outside the house to feel the cool air of the autumn to my face and I closed my eyes. Today was the start of something so new.
While Jacque was driving, I remembered that I need to pick up Violet. I asked Jacque could he pick her up and all he did was smile and turned on Lakewood Avenue, otherwise known as for Fortress Avenue. Violet’s house was easy to spot because it was the only house that was brown unlike the white peachy fortresses around there. When Jacque pulled up in her driveway, she was about to start walking until she saw me in the Lincoln Navigator. She looked around and pointed to herself as if to say, who me?
“Yes you! Now come on.” I told her. She shrugged her shoulders and climbed in the car. Did I ever tell you that violet is almost the exact opposite of me? Well violet dresses up like a little girl sometimes and it makes her look sweet. You already know how I used to dress so I don’t even have to tell you. Violet was wearing a French Connection black knit scoop neck sweater dress with purple stretch scrunch leggings and Stuart Weitzman black suede fur trim boots. She had her hair in a total tousles and a purple bow on her hair. She always looked so pretty and to think that she was my friend and not one of the Supreme’s. The Supremes had used to hang out with her because of her uber-hot older brother, Max. When violet started to realize that they were just using her, she had stop hanging out with her and started hanging out with me. It has been a year now and we still are tighter than thick rope.
“OMG! You look so beautiful! Not that you didn’t before, it’s just, well, your frizzy hair is gone.” She said while running her fingers through my hair. I smiled at her and rolled my eyes.
“Thanks for the compliment seriously. I appreciate it.” I told her truthfully.
“Why didn’t you walk today?” she asked.
“I don’t want my hair to blow everywhere and end looking a hot mess. So, that’s why we are getting the artificial air conditioning instead of the windy cool air of New York City.
“So, am I going to see the new boo when we get to school?” violet asked anxiously. I nodded then took the mirror out of bag and lifted it to my face to apply another coat of lip-gloss. Violet just looked at me and smirked. She had never in her life seen me do these things unless we were going somewhere extremely special. I mean going to Jason Statham in person special. After many minutes later, Jacque pulled up into the parent drop-off lane and told us bye. We waved him a bye back and opened the door. Since I was to the left of the car, I had gotten out first. When I got out of the car, I heard low gasps. Most of them came from the Supremes. I saw Amanda looked at me bewildered then turned to Jennifer for an explanation but Jennifer didn’t notice her. She just saw me with her jaw hanging slightly open. Cara, Addison, and tiffany just looked shocked too. I smiled a toothy smile and so did Violet. We started walking up the staircase until the Supremes came in front of us. I looked at them with an annoying look, especially Amanda who looked as if she could rip my head off. For some weird reason, I didn’t feel intimated by her at all. I guess that’s what makeup does to you.
“Did your fairy godmother come in town and dressed you for a ball?” Amanda said with a kiddy voice.
“oh you still believe in Cinderella Amanda? I thought that was so first grade but then again, it takes blondes a really long time to get things.” I replied snidely then rolled my eyes and pushed past them. Violet had her jaw open while looking at Amanda and me back and forth. As soon as we got to somewhere far from Amanda, I squealed. I could not believe myself.
“Om-effing g! I cannot believe what you just told her that?” Violet said in a hushed tone.
“I know! What if she rips my head off?”I asked with a worried tone.
“She won’t. Trust me. Now that she knows that you can stand up to her she is not going to say peep! Did Addy give you some smart remark conditioner when she washed your hair because you just ultimately burned her life.” Violet said in awe with her eyes wide open. I squealed again, shook out the sparkly feeling, and started walking again. The sparkly feeling that I had shook off began to resurface again. I saw Vincent walking down the hall looking at me in amazement. He was wearing a navy long sleeve crewneck shirt with light faded jeans. He was so breathtaking it hurt to look at him but you could not help it. Within seconds later, he was in front of me smiling.
“Hey beautiful. You look extra beautiful today.” He said looking down at me. He gave me a sweet kiss that was short and meaningful. Violet looked as if she was going to faint over Vincent so I squeezed her hand so she would come back to reality.
“So, you must be the famous Vincent. My name is violet; I am Cassie’s best friend.” Violet said with her hand out for a handshake. He accepted the handshake then turned to me. I smiled for no reason, again. He took my hand and entwined his fingers in mine. Stop beating dang it, I told my heart. We started walking in the hall when I glanced over at violet. She seemed so uncomfortable it made me want to cry. It was always me and Violet. Until now of course. But seriously, she needs to get a boyfriend. I know it sounds somewhat snobbish considering that this is my first boyfriend; she needs to get with the program. You can’t seriously let one boy topple all your hopes for guys people! Violet looked around, saw Margie, and ran towards as if she had something so important to say to her. She just wanted to leave. I don’t blame her.
“Whew! I never thought she’d leave!” Vincent said. I looked at him while heat boiled in me a little bit. He sounded as if he wanted to get rid of her. I just rolled my eyes and pretended as if I didn’t hear him. It started getting quiet again so I brought up the time when I gave Amanda a smart remark back at her. He just nodded and continued to look straightforward. Obviously, he was bored. Then I started making fun of the Supremes saying things like they sounded like a Greek singing group. He stopped me then looked at me and started to speak.
“Why do you fun of them?” Vincent asked. The heat in me boiled a little more.
“Uhmmm let’s see. They constantly make fun of me, they get on my thickest nerves, and you saw when they made fun of me!” I pointed out looking at him straightforward.
“No, you got it all wrong. Amanda made fun of you, not the rest of the entourage.” He replied. I looked at him incredulously. How in the name of all things that is sane, could he just point Amanda out as if she is the only rotten poison of them? They all are the same! I didn’t realize that I boiling mad with anger. He put his arms on my shoulders and told me to “calm down”. Who would calm down when their boyfriend was giving favors to rotten seeds of a beautiful garden? I think I need a chainsaw; I have the sudden feeling to cut someone’s head off. Probably Vincent’s. I looked past Vincent to see Jennifer Mittone walking towards with absolute stride. She was by herself with her HTC Evo in her right hand and her jimmy Choo black suede medium shearling shoulder bag. She was wearing a BCBGMAXAZRIA blue wool striped turtleneck sweater dress with a Calvin Klein black wool blend double-breasted military coat that looked incredibly chic on her. She also had Fendi black suede cap toe ankle straps pumps and right there I realized that she was short. She stood in front of me and to the back of Vincent until she tapped him to turn around. He turned around confused to find Jennifer pursing her lips, which made her red lipstick more noticeable. I wondered what did she want and where was the rest of the posse?
“Ok listen up. Amanda thinks that was rude of you to do that because it’s kind of messed up to crack on her because she is blonde. It’s practically not her fault ok. And, she wanted to tell you Cassie that you did a nice improvement. I seriously never thought that hair was going to be tamed.” She joked lightly. I smiled only a little because a) she knows my name and b) she thought I looked nice. I noticed that Vincent was eyeing her big time. Practically eye raping her. Huh.
“Tell Amanda that I’m not saying anything until she comes here and talks to me face to face.” I told Jennifer. She raised her eyebrow then just shrugged. She turned her heel around then started walking towards her clique. I turned to face Vincent, but he wasn’t looking at me. He was looking at Jennifer’s long legs. I gave him a little tap on his cheek and he was completely startled to see me standing there.
“Uhmm why are you looking at her please? After all I am your girlfriend.” I told him with my eyebrow raised. He sighed then leaned in to kiss me. The kiss was somewhat like urgent and impatient and it really bothered me because he has been acting all weird ever since he saw violet.
“Look, I gotta tell you something. You know that group of girls that you can’t stand? Well, one of them is my just recent ex. I mean like minutes before I went out with you.” He said with a hushed tone while looking down at his shoes. Now I know why they looked shocked yesterday.
“Which one?” I asked.
“Guess.”
“Amanda?”
“Uh no. I wouldn’t want to try.”
“Jennifer?”
“Nope.”
“Final guess. Cara?”
He looked down and murmured yeah. I seriously had a feeling he had dated one of them. Still, it didn’t excuse the fact that he was drooling over Jennifer’s legs.
“So why were you staring at her legs?” I asked.
“Before I started talking to you, I was flirting with Jennifer. And now, she is completely ignoring me.” he said sadly. I looked at him dumbfounded as if I couldn’t believe him which I couldn’t. Vincent was a get-around guy. It was something that violet and I had make up for boys who flirted with girls too much. In addition, the sad part was, he wasn’t even ashamed. I was about to say something until someone tapped me. It was Amanda. She didn’t have a threatening look on her face as she usually does for me but she looked relaxed. She also didn’t look so primp as usual. She was wearing Wyatt grey jersey ruched long sleeve top with casual dark tinted stretch skinny jeans and Christian Dior light grey leather ballerina flats. She had her hair in a chignon with a grey bow on it, she had on M+ J Savitt jet, and crystal drop earring that complemented her silver hammered jet stone cuff.
“What you said this morning was really offensive.” She said bluntly. I really felt like slapping her at times like this.
“Well you are mean to me like everyday so who should be pissed? Me.” I responded. She squared her eyes then huffed. She then turned her eyes to Vincent then rolled her eyes.
“Ok, ok. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for making fun of you and I probably won’t be doing that often since you look like a decent human being now. Nice clothes too.’ She said while playing with my hair. if I had a description of how I felt, it would be a book. No homo.
“I forgive you. Under one condition.” I told her. She huffed, again, and harder.
“What?” she asked annoyingly.
“Tell me where you got those earrings.” I told her while smiling. She smiled back then said, “Bergdorf’s” and we laughed. Things were definitely getting better.
When it was one o’ clock, we had computer class which meant “chat time” for most people. Most of those people were violet and me. The fun part was that you could chat with anybody if you wanted to. I checked my messages and was surprised to have a message from Cara. I held my breath and clicked ‘read’.

From: carachicflick@branfordacademy.org
To: cassieclassie@branfordacamedy.org
Subject: watch out gurl
I could c that ur datin Vincent. I just wanted 2 tell u 2 watch out. He likes 2 roam ‘round so dnt feel as if ur in love aright? Vince wanted 2 b wit jenny first so at anytime he mite break up wit u.since u n Amanda r cool with each otha ill let u know if he is ‘bout 2 cut it off. Reply if u understand.
I blinked twice to make sure I was seeing the right message. Vincent was a roamer. Cara was giving me warnings. Amanda and me were cool. There was so much to contemplate in such little time. it then occurred to me that Amanda had this class with me. I remember her username being supremechic#1. I went to the chat room and it brought up the people I could chat with meaning that I could chat with more than one person. I then clicked on all the Supremes chat usernames. I so wanted to talk to them all at once.
Chat room!
Only for Bradford academy

Cassieclassie: hey Amanda
Supremechic#1:hey.u nvr wrote me b4
Cassieclassie: that’s bcuz we nvr had talked u know
Supremechic#1: o yea. we r cool now rite?
Cassieclassie: sure nough. R we friends?
Supremechic#1: I woodnt say friends but acquaintances u know
Cassieclassie: that’s cool. U know im going shopping with vi 2day?
Supremechic#1:oh that’s cool. U so changed ovrnite cassie. It’s like magic really. Good job though
Cassieclassie: thnxs a lot. That really means something u know
Supremechic#1: o thnx u. n anotha thing, watch out 4 ur boo

I looked at the screen and rolled my eyes. Cara said the same thing, and I get it.
Cassieclassie: cara told me the same thing
Supremechic#1: good. cuz when they were dating he was tryin 2 get Jennifer
Cassieclassie: well then! I should break up with him?
Supremechic#1: the earlier, the better
Cassieclassie: y do u guys hate each other so much?
Supremechic#1: I don’t just hate him. I loathe him
Cassieclassie: what’s the difference?
Supremechic#1: none. I just felt like writing it. I hate him bcuz he almost made me n cara stop bein friends bcuz we had both like him.
Cassieclassie: I thought he just came to this skool?
Supremechic#1: o no. he has been here 4 a long time. he wuz just always with cara n he is very shy guy 4 a playa
Cassieclassie: o. do u have any idea how stupid I feel rite now?
Supremechic#1: im guessing a whole lot rite?
Cassieclassie: o yea. How do I know he is gonna roam?
Supremechic#1: he isn’t the kind of guy 2 roam far. He is probably gonna go 4 a friend. Cuz when cara was dating him, he pretended that he didn’t like jenny, but that was only 2 throw cara off track u know. So she woodnt think he liked her.
I blinked at the screen twice. Or maybe three, four, or ten times. I remembered him acting as if he didn’t want violet walking with us, but he really is going to start flirting with her. I looked over to violet who was talking with Pete, the cute English boy. I never thought he was cute because the English accent made my stomach turn. Violet was major blushing and I could tell because everything he said to her, she turned away to laugh which meant that she didn’t want him to her rosy pink cheeks getting red. I could tell she didn’t like Vincent. Good. not that I am jealous or anything, it’s just I don’t want her to go backstabbing me and then we stop being friends then the world stops revolving and I have to move to another county and change my name, age, hair color, everything and find a new best friend. Ok, I’m over exaggerating little bit. The world wont stop moving but I’ll probably have to move and all that stuff you know. Because when your best friend takes your soon to-be ex without your permission and they pretend as if nothing happened, it is The most embarrassing thing that will ever happen to you. Too many embarrassing things in my life to go suffer another one you know.


Chapter 4

When the bell rang, I grabbed my purse and walked over to violet. Before I could get to violet, Amanda stopped me and smiled. I smiled back at her.
“I know we aren’t the best of friends but I need you to do me a favor.” Amanda whispered in my ear. I nodded to tell her yeah and she started telling me what she wanted.
“I want you to talk to me as we were the best friends when Vincent comes towards you ok. And laugh. Don’t forget to laugh.’ She told me now staring in my eyes. I nodded again then went towards violet who was still talking to Pete, listening to him intently. She then pulled out her phone and wrote his number (I think) down. I stood there for a few seconds waiting for them to exchange a few words. When they were done, he hugged her tightly, gave her a kiss on the cheek, and told her bye. She waved bye back then squealed to herself. I smiled then grabbed her arm and whispered to her what I got from Cara and Amanda. She opened her mouth In shock until I closed it for her and opened her mouth again but I closed it for her, again.
“Why would he want me?” violet asked pointing to her chest. I shrugged then turned to Amanda and tugged violet along. Amanda smiled at both Violet and me and putts her arm in mine’s and we walk all three of us down the hall. I see Vincent down at the end of the hall shaking his shaggy hair while laughing at what some kid said. He turned and saw me and when he saw Amanda; his face went from a smile to frown. He raised his eyebrows in confusion and walked fast towards us. He got to us before we could even get to him. He looked from Amanda to Violet.
“Uh, I thought you couldn’t stand the twig.” He said with disgust while sizing Amanda up and down. Amanda flipped her strawberry blonde hair.
“Aww Vincent, really? A nickname? I feel so special.” She said with fake sympathy with her arms across her chest as if she really cared about what nickname Vincent gives her. Vincent rolled his eyes. He pulled me towards him and I pushed away.
“Vincent oh majestic roamer, I know what you are up to you little rounder!” I told him squinting my nose and pretending to take his nose. Amanda and Violet snickered. I crossed my arms and stared at him. He looked back at me with one eyebrow raised.
“I know about your little stunt Vincent. I know that you don’t stay with one girl but you move on to others and I seriously don’t want to be that girl. I’m sorry Vincent, but I think we are going to have to break this off.” I told him with an apologetic look on my face. His face flushed a deep shade of red and he tightened his jaw. Amanda said “haw-haw!”

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