Mia Choler loved herself for being so clever, popular, and most of all, beautiful. As she sat in the back of the Escalade, she studied her reflection in her hand held mirror. Her new blonde highlights were nearly blinding and her Estee eye shadow complimented her shiny M.A.C. lips.
Mia’s driver, Adam, stopped the Escalade in front of a brick mansion surrounded سے طرف کی an ivy covered gate. Behind the gate stood a petite girl with brown hair streaked with caramel. Alisha Maxwell waved, her bracelet jingling. Alisha had a lot of charms, but Mia had more.
Alisha waited for the gate to open and then walked to the car. Mia opened the door for her, and Alisha’s Jimmy Choo’s were the first things in the car.
“Hey, girl! I am requesting 10 gossip points for this.” Alisha slid into the نشست beside Mia. She pulled her phone out of its Louis Vuitton case and scrolled through her messages. She tilted the tiny screen toward Mia. “Look what Ethan Bollix sent me.”
Mia grabbed the LG Wildfire out of Alisha’s grip. This had to be big, because Alisha NEVER requested مزید than 5 points unless it really deserved more.
Hey, Alisha,
I heard that Olivia Vicario likes someone from CIA. Is that true? I really need to know, because I know someone who REALLY likes her. Please reply ASAP.
-Ethan Bollix
“Ahmigosh, do آپ think Ethan likes Olivia?” Mia squealed into Alisha’s ear. She was only a little jealous that Ethan had sent the e-mail to Alisha and not her.
“I have no clue. I plan to do some major info gathering tonight. So how many points do I get?” She stared at the glossy brown haired girl. Alisha was مزید concerned about gossip points than Olivia.
“Uh, 10, duh.” Mia reread the message over and over until she had it memorized. Ethan Bollix was one of the hottest boys at Central International Academy. Central International Academy was a private school for boys in the middle of Westchester, New York. Upper International Academy was a private school for girls. The schools were connected سے طرف کی a large corridor.
“So, who else do آپ think would like Olivia?” Mia asked. It was killing her not to know.
“Umm, Riley Jettison?” Alisha looked at Mia. Her diva-like attitude was begging Mia to آگ کے, آگ back.
“Uh, please? How about Penn?” Mia watch Alisha’s nostrils flare. Mia knew Alisha liked Penn Summit. But know one (officially) knew Mia had a crush on Riley.
The Escalade stopped in front of a modern house. It wasn’t as big as Mia’s یا Alisha’s, but it made up for it with architecture. Chelsea was sitting on a ‘bubble’ chair on the front porch.
She slung her Roxy messenger bag over her shoulder and hurried to the car.
As she pulled the door open, Alisha grabbed her phone out of Mia’s hands. “Chelsea, who do آپ think has a crush on Olivia?”
“Umm…?” Chelsea’s piercing blue eyes darted around the leather interior of the Escalade and her gaze landed on Mia’s newly manicured nails. “Is this a trick question?”
Alisha grinned and silently handed Chelsea her cell phone. Chelsea’s jaw fell as she read the message.
“Is it Ethan? Does he have a crush on Liv?”
“We don’t know. Alisha and I are planning to do some major detective work later. Care to شامل میں us?” Mia asked, wanting to get her ten cents worth in. She always had to be part of a conversation.
“Of course!” Chelsea would never miss a chance to meddle in other people’s lives.
Mia smiled to herself. If Riley liked Olivia, Olivia would be out faster than last year’s Sevens. Mia would make sure of that.
The last stop was Olivia’s house. Mia watched Olivia’s every اقدام as she walked down the stone path. Olivia had on an unknown vintage dress with a big multicolored bead necklace.
“What is she wearing?” Chelsea asked, staring at Olivia’s Michael Kors handbag. Olivia opened the door and Chelsea slid over.
“Sorry, I didn’t have time to eat breakfast.” Olivia apologized, popping a سٹرابیری, اسٹرابیری in her mouth.
Alisha gazed at her through her long lashes. “What are آپ wearing?”
“Oh, this is a Frank Roehl vintage dress,” Olivia said, motioning to her 80s dress.
“A what?” Mia was confused. “We didn’t agree on
vintage today.”
“I know, but I just bought it and loved it.”
“What is a Frank Roehl?” Chelsea wrinkled her forehead.
Olivia swallowed her grape. “Frank Roehl? You’re kidding, right?”
The other thirteen سال olds stared at her and shook their heads.
“OMG, Frank Roehl is the اگلے Ralph Lauren. Teen Vogue did a whole مضمون about him.” Olivia said, putting a piece of تربوز, واٹرمیلاون into her گلابی painted mouth.
“I never read that.” Alisha accused. Alisha always knew the latest trends.
Olivia reached into her bag and pulled out Teen Vogue. “It’s the latest issue. It came out last night.”
Mia grabbed the magazine and flipped through the pages. Sure enough, there was an مضمون on ‘Frank Roehl’. There was a picture of the dress Olivia had on. Mia slammed the magazine shut and threw it at Olivia. She HATED when she was wrong. Especially when someone could prove it.
Mia’s driver, Adam, stopped the Escalade in front of a brick mansion surrounded سے طرف کی an ivy covered gate. Behind the gate stood a petite girl with brown hair streaked with caramel. Alisha Maxwell waved, her bracelet jingling. Alisha had a lot of charms, but Mia had more.
Alisha waited for the gate to open and then walked to the car. Mia opened the door for her, and Alisha’s Jimmy Choo’s were the first things in the car.
“Hey, girl! I am requesting 10 gossip points for this.” Alisha slid into the نشست beside Mia. She pulled her phone out of its Louis Vuitton case and scrolled through her messages. She tilted the tiny screen toward Mia. “Look what Ethan Bollix sent me.”
Mia grabbed the LG Wildfire out of Alisha’s grip. This had to be big, because Alisha NEVER requested مزید than 5 points unless it really deserved more.
Hey, Alisha,
I heard that Olivia Vicario likes someone from CIA. Is that true? I really need to know, because I know someone who REALLY likes her. Please reply ASAP.
-Ethan Bollix
“Ahmigosh, do آپ think Ethan likes Olivia?” Mia squealed into Alisha’s ear. She was only a little jealous that Ethan had sent the e-mail to Alisha and not her.
“I have no clue. I plan to do some major info gathering tonight. So how many points do I get?” She stared at the glossy brown haired girl. Alisha was مزید concerned about gossip points than Olivia.
“Uh, 10, duh.” Mia reread the message over and over until she had it memorized. Ethan Bollix was one of the hottest boys at Central International Academy. Central International Academy was a private school for boys in the middle of Westchester, New York. Upper International Academy was a private school for girls. The schools were connected سے طرف کی a large corridor.
“So, who else do آپ think would like Olivia?” Mia asked. It was killing her not to know.
“Umm, Riley Jettison?” Alisha looked at Mia. Her diva-like attitude was begging Mia to آگ کے, آگ back.
“Uh, please? How about Penn?” Mia watch Alisha’s nostrils flare. Mia knew Alisha liked Penn Summit. But know one (officially) knew Mia had a crush on Riley.
The Escalade stopped in front of a modern house. It wasn’t as big as Mia’s یا Alisha’s, but it made up for it with architecture. Chelsea was sitting on a ‘bubble’ chair on the front porch.
She slung her Roxy messenger bag over her shoulder and hurried to the car.
As she pulled the door open, Alisha grabbed her phone out of Mia’s hands. “Chelsea, who do آپ think has a crush on Olivia?”
“Umm…?” Chelsea’s piercing blue eyes darted around the leather interior of the Escalade and her gaze landed on Mia’s newly manicured nails. “Is this a trick question?”
Alisha grinned and silently handed Chelsea her cell phone. Chelsea’s jaw fell as she read the message.
“Is it Ethan? Does he have a crush on Liv?”
“We don’t know. Alisha and I are planning to do some major detective work later. Care to شامل میں us?” Mia asked, wanting to get her ten cents worth in. She always had to be part of a conversation.
“Of course!” Chelsea would never miss a chance to meddle in other people’s lives.
Mia smiled to herself. If Riley liked Olivia, Olivia would be out faster than last year’s Sevens. Mia would make sure of that.
The last stop was Olivia’s house. Mia watched Olivia’s every اقدام as she walked down the stone path. Olivia had on an unknown vintage dress with a big multicolored bead necklace.
“What is she wearing?” Chelsea asked, staring at Olivia’s Michael Kors handbag. Olivia opened the door and Chelsea slid over.
“Sorry, I didn’t have time to eat breakfast.” Olivia apologized, popping a سٹرابیری, اسٹرابیری in her mouth.
Alisha gazed at her through her long lashes. “What are آپ wearing?”
“Oh, this is a Frank Roehl vintage dress,” Olivia said, motioning to her 80s dress.
“A what?” Mia was confused. “We didn’t agree on
vintage today.”
“I know, but I just bought it and loved it.”
“What is a Frank Roehl?” Chelsea wrinkled her forehead.
Olivia swallowed her grape. “Frank Roehl? You’re kidding, right?”
The other thirteen سال olds stared at her and shook their heads.
“OMG, Frank Roehl is the اگلے Ralph Lauren. Teen Vogue did a whole مضمون about him.” Olivia said, putting a piece of تربوز, واٹرمیلاون into her گلابی painted mouth.
“I never read that.” Alisha accused. Alisha always knew the latest trends.
Olivia reached into her bag and pulled out Teen Vogue. “It’s the latest issue. It came out last night.”
Mia grabbed the magazine and flipped through the pages. Sure enough, there was an مضمون on ‘Frank Roehl’. There was a picture of the dress Olivia had on. Mia slammed the magazine shut and threw it at Olivia. She HATED when she was wrong. Especially when someone could prove it.