Part 16 (2/2)
”You're playing soccer with Derrington on Monday?” Dylan unfolded a T-s.h.i.+rt and held it in front of her as if she were checking the size but then threw it on the table without ever looking at it.
”Yeah, I told him I'd take him to a major league soccer game when the season starts if he helps me practice my kicks.”
”Sounds more like you're trying to score,” Dylan said.
Their constant fighting was starting to bore Ma.s.sie to tears. At least if they'd been in Louis Vuitton or Sephora, Ma.s.sie could wander off and shop, but Abercrombie? Ugh! The only fas.h.i.+onable thing in the entire store was her her.
”I'm sure he'll tell me all about it on our long drive into the city next Wednesday night,” Dylan said.
”What do you mean?” Kristen asked. ”You're not really going to the city with Derrington on a school night. Are you?”
”Yup. It's Tommy Hilfiger's birthday party at the Four Seasons. My mom and my sisters are all bringing dates, so I invited Derrington and he said yes,” Dylan said. ”That reminds me, I should buy him a pair of long pants while we're here.”
”Sounds to me like he's using both of you.” Ma.s.sie ran her fingers across a pair of baggy cargos. ”Ew! This place is so Gap. Now, can we get out of here before I start thinking these clothes are actually cute?”
”Wait, Ma.s.sie, what do you mean, using using us?” Dylan said. ”She's right,” Alicia jumped in. ”He's getting more stuff than a kid whose parents just got divorced. Kristen, you've practically done all of his homework for the last week, and Dylan, you've been giving him all of the DVDs and video games your mom brings home from work. What has he done for you?” us?” Dylan said. ”She's right,” Alicia jumped in. ”He's getting more stuff than a kid whose parents just got divorced. Kristen, you've practically done all of his homework for the last week, and Dylan, you've been giving him all of the DVDs and video games your mom brings home from work. What has he done for you?”
”Well, he's not using me! me!” Kristen stormed off toward the back of the store.
”Great, now I'll never get out of here.” Ma.s.sie lifted a white lace cami off the shelf. ”I might as well try this on.”
Alicia yanked a denim mini off a hanger and followed Ma.s.sie to the dressing rooms.
Kristen was sifting through the sale rack but slowed down when she came to the pleated cord mini in chocolate brown.
”How cute is this?” Kristen said. ”And it's on sale!”
”No, it's not.” Dylan was standing in front of Kristen, holding the same skirt. ”Someone must have hung it there by mistake, because there's a bunch of them at the front of the store.”
Kristen looked at the skirt in Dylan's hand, then straight into her green eyes. ”You're not getting it, are you?”
”I'm seriously considering it,” Dylan said.
”Well, I'm wearing it to the fas.h.i.+on show tomorrow night.”
”No, you're not-I am,” Dylan said.
Ma.s.sie walked out of the changing room in a huff and buried the unwanted white cami under a stack of fleece pants.
”I have an idea. One of you can have the skirt and the other can have Derrington,” Ma.s.sie said. ”Now can we leave? I want to get to Versace Jeans before the mall closes.”
”While we're on the subject, Kristen copied my idea to design reversible uniforms,” Dylan said. ”How will you decide who gets that one?”
”Puh-lease,” Kristen said. ”It wasn't your your idea, and by the way, your mother's wardrobe stylist is making your entry and we all know it.” idea, and by the way, your mother's wardrobe stylist is making your entry and we all know it.”
”That's cheating! You can't hire a professional,” Alicia said as she came out of the changing room. She handed the denim skirt and her credit card to the first salesperson who strolled by. ”Can you ring this up? I'll wait here.”
The salesgirl s.n.a.t.c.hed the card out of Alicia's hand and swished away in a huff.
”If you ask me, neither of you should get that idea,” Ma.s.sie said.
”Why?” Kristen and Dylan asked at the same time.
”Because it's stupid and if one of you wins, I'll have to spend the rest of my life in a reversible uniform.”
The salesgirl returned with Alicia's credit card and her skirt. ”Sign here, please, Mr. Antonio Rivera,” she said with a grimace.
”Finally.” Ma.s.sie sighed. ”I have an idea.” Ma.s.sie was looking at the silk tops but speaking to Kristen and Dylan. ”Why don't you guys call it quits on the whole reversible uniform thing and come model for me.”
”Fine with me,” Kristen said. ”I sewed the skirt to my pajama bottoms last night by mistake. At least this way I have a chance to be on a winning team.”
”So why don't you do that and I'll take Derrington?” Dylan said.
”OH MY G.o.d!” Alicia said. ”Will you get over him? He's using you guys.”
”He may be using Kristen, but he likes me,” Dylan said.
”He's using both both of you. I'll prove it.” Alicia plopped her-self down on the white leather couch in front of the changing rooms and pulled out her cell phone. ”Come sit down.” of you. I'll prove it.” Alicia plopped her-self down on the white leather couch in front of the changing rooms and pulled out her cell phone. ”Come sit down.”
Kristen and Dylan did as they were told and sat on either side of Alicia.
”Talk loud.” Ma.s.sie's arms were filled with clothes and she headed into the dressing room. ”I don't want to miss this.”
”Watch,” Alicia said. ”Kris, you have plans with him on Monday, right?”
”Yup.”
Alicia sat forward and sent Derrington a message on her phone. The girls crowded around her, trying to see what she was doing.
ALICIA: ? R U DOING MONDAY AFTER SCHOOL? ? R U DOING MONDAY AFTER SCHOOL?.
DERRICK: PLAYING SOCCER. Y? PLAYING SOCCER. Y?.
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