Revenge of the Wannabes by Lisi Harrison Page A

speak to Alicia until she apologized. She angled her chair so she faced the window behind her.
    “Mind if I use some of this?” Olivia asked.
    Massie didn’t like not being able to see what Olivia was talking about, so she opened her Chanel compact mirror and acted like she was touching up her cheek tint.
    “Go ahead,” Claire said, handing her the tape.
    “Thanks.” Olivia pulled a fake Louis Vuitton scarf out of her knockoff Hermès Birkin bag and tossed it on the table.
    “Faux-livia,” Alicia said. “Do you have another one of those scarves? I don’t have anything to give—” She pulled an index card out of her pocket and read the name that was written on it. “Emily Esbin.”
    “Why don’t you give her that stupid girdle you’re wearing?” Kristen said.
    Massie laughed with the others.
    “FYI, this is a Dixon. We got them from the fashion editor at
Teen Vogue
. Avril will be wearing one on the February cover. You’ll see—they’re going to be huge.” Alicia poked her pinky through one of the holes in the mesh.
    “There are fifty-eight ways to wear it,” Olivia added.
    “Fifty-nine if you count stuffing it up your butt,” Dylan said.
    Everyone laughed again, but Alicia ignored their jabs.
    “Of course, you would know all of this if any one of you bothered asking me how our interview was,” Alicia said, popping one of her California rolls in her mouth.
    No one asked for a single detail. Not even Claire, and Massie was grateful. Why give Alicia the satisfaction?
    “So Faux-livia, can I have one of those scarves?” Alicia asked.
    Massie’s ears perked up. Why was Alicia calling Olivia “Faux-livia”? Was it an inside joke? How close
were
they?
    “I only have one,” Olivia said to Alicia. “The rest are at home.”
    “Can I have yours?” Alicia asked sweetly.
    “No! I have to give it to Thao Luu.”
    “I’ll tell everyone why you’re called Faux-livia,” Alicia threatened. “Then no one will want your scarves.”
    “You wouldn’t! Would you?”
    Alicia raised her eyebrows and nodded, yes.
    Olivia dropped the scarf on Alicia’s lap, then slid down the back of her chair. Massie couldn’t believe Alicia bossed Olivia around like that. Bossing was
her
thing.
    Alicia reached across the table and grabbed the plastic salt and pepper shakers. She slammed them down in front of Olivia. “Here, give
these
to Thao.”
    Faux took the shakers and without saying a word began rolling them up in a long strip of wrapping paper.
    “You look like you’re making sushi,” Alicia said with a giggle. Olivia ignored her and kept trying to wrap the oblong shakers, but every time she moved them, little hills of salt and pepper would fall out.
    “Ugh!” she shouted. “Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!”
    “Stop whining!” Kristen grabbed the shakers away from Olivia. She covered the holes with a piece of tape, then finished the wrapping job herself.
    “Have you been hanging with 50 Cent lately?” Alicia asked Kristen.
    “No.”
    “Then where did you learn to rap?” Alicia leaned back and locked her hands behind her head.
    Olivia and Claire laughed. Kristen rolled her eyes and Massie felt her spine stiffen. It was one thing for Alicia to steal first prize in the uniform contest or to start her own Friday night sleepovers, but copying Massie’s humor was inexcusable.
    “Alicia, are you a poor dressmaker?” Massie asked without turning around.
    “No,” Alicia said.
    “Then why are you ripping off my material?”
    Kristen and Dylan burst out laughing. Claire giggled softly.
    Alicia ignored them. “So Kuh-laire, where’s Layne Abeley? Don’t you usually eat at her table?”
    Massie wasn’t surprised Alicia was attacking Claire. She was the weakest in the group and an obvious choice. It was what she would have done.
    “Layne is at the orthodontist,” Claire said softly. “So Massie said I could sit here today.”
    “Oh, well, I’m glad,” Alicia said. “Because I have some gossip for you. It’s