I approach Jason, interrupting his weekly Thursday chess club meeting. He was playing a match with his Dell laptop in the club lounge and Claire sat next to him, texting off her HTC Rhyme with it's sparkly Kate Spade cover. He looks up at me."What do you want?" "I have blackmail on you, as well," I smile, shifting my weight from one sneakered foot to the other and adjusting my black turtleneck. Claire looks frankly amused."Oh, really?" What surprises me is I used to think she was perfect. Today, even in her silky white French designer top
I approach Jason, interrupting his weekly Thursday chess club meeting. He was playing a match with his Dell laptop in the club lounge and Claire sat next to him, texting off her HTC Rhyme with it's sparkly Kate Spade cover. He looks up at me."What do you want?" "I have blackmail on you, as well," I smile, shifting my weight from one sneakered foot to the other and adjusting my black turtleneck. Claire looks frankly amused."Oh, really?" What surprises me is I used to think she was perfect. Today, even in her silky white French designer top
I approach Jason, interrupting his weekly Thursday chess club meeting. He was playing a match with his Dell laptop in the club lounge and Claire sat next to him, texting off her HTC Rhyme with it's sparkly Kate Spade cover. He looks up at me."What do you want?" "I have blackmail on you, as well," I smile, shifting my weight from one sneakered foot to the other and adjusting my black turtleneck. Claire looks frankly amused."Oh, really?" What surprises me is I used to think she was perfect. Today, even in her silky white French designer top and acid washed Capri jeans and ivory pumps, she doesn't look pretty. Her plumped out, pink lips and rosy cheeks and shimmery lids and lashes loaded with mascara, just looked ugly. From her shiny auburn hair to her gel manicured hazelnut shaded toes, she was disgusting. While me, with ratty blonde hair, poop brown eyes, skinny, chapped lips outlined with cheap Wallmart lipliner, and oily skin, I look nothing close to the glam popular girls. But my inner beauty is a prom queen compared to Claire's monsterous one. Finally, I muster the courage to utter the words I must say."I know all about you and Azalea and Claire, think of what would happen if I told." "Well," Jason stutters, caught off guard."If you do, I can tell everyone about your dad!" For once, I've prepped a counter-argument."Who's gonna believe a nerdy freshman who barely knows me?" Claire looks at her secret boyfriend with knowing eyes. Jason smiles sinisterly at me and stands up. "Well, then, Abigail," he grins. "We can't let that happen, can we?"