Chapter 6

Last seen: Josie Paterson with two unidentified hunks outside of Club Zero. Look suspiciously like two familiar seniors from Kingston School for Boys.

She's in the society pages again...

What?

This time, Emma tossed their favorite magazine onto the table.

Amanda could tell by the way Emma said it that something was different this time.

She didn't want to look at the pages.

Look ... Emma taunted.

Fine ... Amanda picked up the magazine as she stuffed an onion ring in her mouth. Emma plopped herself down, and promptly took a bite of frozen yogurt as she popped a bite of gooey brownie into her mouth. Only people with bodies like theirs could get away with such horrendous dieting habits.

Amanda promptly choked on her onion ring.

Soda? Emma offered her her Diet Coke. She nodded, grabbing the bottle, and taking a swig. She coughed again, only less urgently.

What the fuck? she whispered, feeling the tears rush to her eyes.

Chris and Luke, their combined Knights in Shining Armors. Were standing together with her inside that new club called Zero. Both guys were grinning stupidly, their eyes sparkling, their arms around her waist. She was grinning that mischievous, bitchy grin of someone who knew she had just snagged the most popular Kingston boys (of course they were more popular than the popular guys in her grade, they were seniors!) away from the most popular Loyalton (Patricia Loyalton School for Girls, called Loyalton for short) girls. Her skirt looked like that kind that would barely cover her ass, and it was so low, you could practically see where it led to in the front. Her shirt was tight, low cut. Her heels towering high, still making her a few inches shorter than them. Her hair was perfectly, her make up flawless, her jewelry sparkling just less enough so she didn't look like a rich tramp, but also enough so she looked rich.

Umm ... Amanda looked to Emma for an explanation.

And you expect me to understand? Luke cooked me dinner last weekend ... little did I know that this was what was going to be awaiting me this weekend ... she sighed, and took another big bite of the brownie.

Onion ring? Mandy felt like going home and sinking her teeth into the family cook's best canolis (she was part Italian), and then stuffing her face with chocolate chip cookie dough.

Emma nodded, and stuffed a few in her mouth.

Around the room, the gossip was flying, but none of it was about the seniors. Everyone saw them sitting alone at their usual table (Liz and Nicky had opted for going out and bringing food back, they still hadn't returned yet), stuffing their faces with random sugar and fat.

What on earth is she doing with them?

Those poor girls...

Apparently Luke cooked dinner for Emma last weekend...

The last time he did that with a girl, they had been together for like eight months ... that's a long time...

That was Emma...

Oh ... really?

Yes.

At this point, it didn't matter to either girl who was saying the gossip, or even that it was being said. They were too busy wondering what on earth was going on.

And then she walked into the cafeteria.

Amanda and Emma sat up straight, sucked in their stomachs, tossed their hair, looked nonchalant. From her perspective, their perfection was thrown up in her face. They could eat whatever they want and still have the perfect bodies, faces, and weights. They were perfect.