LUXURY

＂ Ｔｈｅ Ｆａｋｅ Ａｎｄ Ｔｈｅ Ｃｒａｚｅｄ ＂ (3/5)

The vibration of a race car crafted by the Gods speeding down the lush roads of the Hamptons filled Erika Felix's ear drums, sending her slamming against the sides of the large, sleek black interior of Cashmere Caldwell's Ferrari.

She gasped when the luxurious vehicle revved to the right in a dramatic turn, her boots slamming into her toes as she was hurled to the left of the trunk. "Learn how to drive, you obscenity!" She shouted until her voice was hoarse, however she already knew the purple-haired girl couldn't hear her. She was too busy driving like a wheel-happy valet and bobbing her head of curls to the Rihanna track she was blasting at full HD, surround-speaker volume.

As Cash made another sharp turn, Erika bumping her head as she struggled to stay as steady as one could be when their feet were sloppily tied with zippers from an Adidas jacket, she sighed and blew at her scraggly auburn hair that smelled like chemicals - that were definitely not included in the making of Acqua di Parma shampoo - and sweat, which had to be from doing jumping jacks every Quarter of every week in military school.

Or maybe from struggling with Cash over the wheel.

If someone had told Erika that she was going to get kidnapped by a B-lister passing crazy girl with an obsession for anime and a niche for pretending to be her sister, she would have laughed and then conjured up schemes to make such a scenario happen to the messenger. However, here she was; in the back of a brand new, fire truck red Ferrari, kidnapped by a B-lister passing crazy girl - and she had no idea what the hell she was planning to do.

Not to mention the fact she was now slightly confused because with one coat of Charlotte Tilbury makeup, the military geek had become island babe in seconds! She had no idea 'No-Don't-Even-Try's' were even capable of such a transformation!

The Ferrari revved to the left in a sharp turn, Rihanna's old hit, 'S.O.S.' trickling faintly down to the trunk.

'S.O.S. please someone help me.'

But who was going to help Erika anyway? No one knew where she even was. It was probably down in the school records that she'd been taken off campus by her brother. "Clever bitch," Erika muttered to herself - and then bit the inside of her cheek as Cash made yet another turn that was sharper than a Balmain suit.

'You got me tossin and turning...'

Erika rolled herself on her back, wincing as her ziptied hands rubbed against the scratchy material. She stared up at the black abyss of a trunk roof and tried to think. How was she going to get out of this? And more importantly, how was she going to get out of this alive?

She hadn't thought Cash was someone dangerous - maybe dangerous to her reputation at the East Hampton Military Institute but she never gave a shit about that place anyway. Other than that, Cash had seemed like Hermes, always desperately trying to catch up to Louis Vuitton despite the fact it was a lost cause. Sure, she did something outrageous every once and awhile to get the one-up; like the makeup stunt for instance, but it was a given that she'd never really catch up. She'd never be a serious threat, even if she did have a slender, fashionably-forward uncle for the school Warden.

And of course, Erika made a mistake. The same mistake with "ditsy" Paisely Mont Vernon and "harmless idiot" Chris Edwards. She'd underestimated Hermes!

Jared Hayward had warned her about Hermes.

Even Addie Roots-Unkempt Anderson had too.

Yet she still underestimated Cash - and now she was currently in a trunk of a Ferrari on the way to who knows where!

'And no one's coming to get me,' she thought, shuddering at the overwhelming horror that overtook her thoughts. No one was coming to get her. Not the school, not her brother, not her 'who-exactly-is-this-bitch-that-might-be-my-mother' Lakemond....not even her father.