"Hey, Aly!" Nicole greeted when she saw Natasha trying to open her locker Monday morning. Natasha looked up, and smiled.
This must be Nicole, Natasha thought.
"Hey, Nikki, what's up?" she replied, finally able to open her locker.
"Nothing much. I saw Mark giving you the eye. What are you wearing, girl?" Nicole asked, looking her up and down. Natasha looked at herself. It was true, she had gone and bought some things, because she wouldn't be caught dead wearing the clothes Alyssa had in her closet. She was wearing a short black skirt and a tight lilac tanktop with a shirt over it, knotted at the stomach.
"Oh...this. Um...well, I decided that my clothes started to look horrendous on me, so I decided to buy new ones," Natasha said, smoothing her skirt.
"Horrendous? Girl, who are you and what have you done with Alyssa?" Nicole joked. Natasha's heart started beating faster and panicked until she noticed that Nicole was kidding. She heaved a sigh of relief.
"Oh, get off it, Nik. I'm going to class. See ya later." Natasha walked away, and started searching for room 8, the pre-calculus classroom.
"I can't believe I'm going out on a date with Nick Carter!" Alyssa screeched, jumping on her bed. "Well, he hasn't officially asked yet, but I know he will soon. I know he's totally gaga over me. Or rather Natasha. Whatever," she said. She sat up and stood up from the bed. She grabbed the magazine that was perched on the nightstand, and decided to kill some time before she had to go to her next photo shoot in a few hours.
You know, life as a supermodel is not bad. It's not bad at all, she thought, as she turned another page of the magazine, looking at Natasha's face plastered all over it.
Chapter 9
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