Part 4 (2/2)
”Ooooh.” Livvy slowly nodded her head like she was finally starting to ”get it.”
”Ma.s.sie,” Carrie interrupted. ”Uh, mostofusalreadyknowthisstuff. We want to knowabouttechniques like French-kissing, lipbiting, and-”
”Kissing with braces.” Alexandra turned red. She smiled shyly, showing off two rows of green wires.
”I want to know what you and Derrington have done,” Alicia said.
”Yeah,” Dylan agreed.
Ma.s.sie looked to Claire, but Claire was too busy tugging on her uneven bangs to pick up on Ma.s.sie's silent plea.
”We will get to all of that, but first it's important to learn the fundamentals,” Ma.s.sie said.
”Like straight-up lip pecks and open-mouthers?” Alexandra offered.
”No, like oral hygiene.” Ma.s.sie lifted a Louis Vuitton duffel bag off the ground and unzipped it.
”Ew,” Olivia squealed. ”Wait.” she paused. ”Isn't that third base?”
”Seriously.” Livvy turned red. ”We haven't even talked about Frenching yet and we're already moving on to oral?”
”Oralhygieneyouidiotnotorals.e.x!” Carrie snapped, and then rolled her wide brown eyes.
”Oh.” Livvy and Olivia recoiled. Everyone cracked up.
”Before anyone kisses anyone, you need to know about fresh breath and healthy gums.” Ma.s.sie lifted up a tube of Rembrandt toothpaste and a roll of dental floss.
Alicia and Dylan busted out laughing. Even Kristen started giggling, which meant the footage would be all shaky.
”What's so funny?” Ma.s.sie insisted. Claire was squirming uncomfortably in her seat and Layne had started to yawn. ”You have to learn to walk before you can run.”
”Correction,” Alexandra said. ”We have to learn to kiss before we die.”
Carrie and Livvy burst out laughing.
”Hey, Alexandra?” Ma.s.sie asked sweetly.
”Yeah?”
”Are you a toad?”
”No, why?”
”Then why are you acting all h.o.r.n.y?” Ma.s.sie said.
This time everyone laughed with with Ma.s.sie. ”Are you getting this?” she whispered to Kristen. Ma.s.sie. ”Are you getting this?” she whispered to Kristen.
Kristen nodded her head.
”Stop moving around so much,” Ma.s.sie hissed. ”You'll ruin the shot.”
”Can we skiptheteethstuff,” Carrie said. ”Mydadisadentist so I kindaknowaboutflossing.”
”Yeah, but do you know about lip waxing and mustache bleaching?” Ma.s.sie held up two different do-it-yourself facial hair remover kits. She slid off her director's chair and marched over to Carrie. Then she leaned in toward her mouth as if she were going to kiss her on the lips.
”Uh, w-what are you doing?” Carrie s.h.i.+fted on her stool and sat on her hands.
”Your dad may have taught you about flossing, but he failed to mention the importance of not not having a mustache when you're a girl,” Ma.s.sie said. having a mustache when you're a girl,” Ma.s.sie said.
Carrie slowly brought her hand to her face and rubbed the sides of her mouth. She turned to Alexandra. ”Do I?”
Alexandra nodded slowly and with regret.
”I do?” she asked Livvy. Her voice was high-pitched and shaky.
Livvy shrugged and looked down at her k.n.o.bby kneecaps.
”Now, what boy is going to want to make out with a girl that reminds him of his older brother?” Ma.s.sie asked. ”Females are supposed to be soft and smooth, not p.r.i.c.kly and rugged.”
Carrie started tearing up while the others pulled out their compacts and examined their faces.
Once the compacts snapped shut, Alexandra said, ”The rest of us seem to be hairless, so can we get to the kissing?”
”Where was your first kiss?” Livvy asked.
”On the lips.” Ma.s.sie knew that wasn't what Livvy meant, but she was desperate. She had a.s.sumed these LBRs would be so happy to be in her secret club they wouldn't care what she talked about. But she had been wrong.
”Was it after the Briarwood soccer finals?” Dylan asked.
Ma.s.sie wanted to slap Dylan for furthering the issue but knew her friend wasn't trying to put her on the spot. She just believed what Ma.s.sie had told her.
”It was, wasn't it?” Dylan smacked her newly thin thigh. ”Gawd, I am so mad I was sick that day. I knew I'd miss something good.”
”Is he a good kisser, or is he all sloppy and saliva-ish?” Alicia asked playfully. ”Come on, tell us something already! We want our money's worth.”
Suddenly, Ma.s.sie became aware of the heat from the video camera's light. It was burning her cheeks and turning her face red-she could feel it. A wave of hunger crashed inside her stomach, making her feel weak and disoriented.
”Which Glossip Girl flavor were you wearing?” Layne asked sarcastically.
The loud ringing in Ma.s.sie's ears made it almost impossible for her to answer everyone's questions ... not that she wanted to. If she didn't get out of there immediately, Ma.s.sie was afraid she'd have a heart attack, or worse, start crying.
”Hold on a minute.” Ma.s.sie held up her finger and frantically fished through her Prada messenger bag.
The girls watched her with silent curiosity.
Ma.s.sie pulled out her purple sparkly Motorola, flipped it open, and lifted it to her ear. ”Yup ... uh-huh ... How far away is she? ... Can you stall her while we make our escape? ... Great.” She snapped the cell phone shut and quickly dropped it in the pocket of her tweed gray-and-orange Nanette Lepore coat.
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