Virtual Attraction [COMPLETE]

14| Mom and Steven

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It was finally Wednesday, which meant I had to meet with Adam in the boiler room again. I dreaded the possibility of seeing him again.

On my way to the school building that morning, I glanced towards the entrance doors, where Victoria, Macy and Ashley were standing just outside of MDP.

They weren't just best friends, they were also the resident bitch-queens of Manhattan Dalton Prep. In my short time at MDP, I'd watched them ruin social lives. They snickered whenever anyone who wasn't like them walked by. Just like when they sniggered behind my back at the school assembly, or in Ms. Reggae's English class.

They reminded me of Brooke, Payton, Khloe and myself.

They seemed so comfortable with each other, they were always sharing lip gloss, making crude comments towards one another. It made me wonder whether they three had been friends since pre-school. Perhaps they'd seen each other through the awkward stages of growing up: braces, zits and crushes. Or maybe, somewhere along the way of high school they had found each other and things had just fallen into place.

I overhead bits of a conversation between Victoria Mae, Cammie and Ashley, as I neared the entrance doors. "I'm loving the vintage look, Victoria," said Cammie.

"I never thought I'd see the day you'd be wearing a knock-off of a Prada Vitello bag."

It didn't take a genius to note the sarcasm in her tone.

Victoria didn't respond, she seemed a little dumbfounded by her friend's sharp words.

"This is a real Vitello...what are you talking about?"

"She's talking about the fact that the thing you're wearing on your shoulder is not a Vitello bag, and those are definitely not Vitello shoes," said Ashley.

For some unbeknownst reason, I decided to step in. "I'm pretty sure that's a Vitello bag," I said, nearing the entrance doors.

"You must not have seen their most recent fall fashion line." Cammie blinked at me, as though she was surprised I'd dare to speak to them. I was just as confused as they were. Why had I stood up for Victoria, all of a sudden? Just because she'd spoken to me a couple of times, on Adam's behalf, didn't make us friends.

Cammie looked up and down, eyes narrowing as she took in my denim jeans and red plaid oversized shirt. "We were at New York Fashion Week this year."

Of course they were. They were probably the only non-famous teenagers who had full access to New York Fashion Week.

Must be nice to be born in a rich family.

"Front row, too," Ashley piped in.

She sounded so smug and proud. What was it about rich people? Who cared if Victoria was wearing an authentic Prada bag, or real Gucci shoes? Most of the products from those companies were ugly anyway, what with their misshapen handbags and ugly patterned dresses.

By now I had noticed the angry glare plastered on Victoria's face. At first I thought it was directed towards Macy and Ashley, but she turned to me and hissed, "You're one to talk." She was staring at me with the same disdain I'd seen in Macy's eyes just a minute ago.

Sheesh. I'd only tried to help.

Raising my eyebrows, I replied, "On second thought, those are definitely knock-offs. You can tell by the seams."