Chapter 1E

"Ashes? Betti?" She turned to  us, a smile curling into her face.
"What do you think?"
"He IS hot," I murmured, looking down at my muffin.
"Fine. A competition, then." Macs lifted her latte and took a deep sip.
"Whoever he chooses, will accompany him to the dance. May the best girl win."

I was kind of pissed now that Macs had made this a competition. I wasn't even that interested in the guy, I just thought he was hot. And now I would have to face the humiliation of losing to Mackenzie over some mystery guy if I didn't want to join the contest.
How would I ever win? Could I find his address and leave him mystery notes? Sing him songs in AP Geometry? Shower him with gifts from the local department store? He seemed like the Calvin Klein type.


I decided to make plans to go shopping tonight. Maybe bribery would work.
After all, Mackenzie never said there were rules.
I sighed, and got up from the table, grabbing my bag. I would go buy him something tonight. But my big plans were to plan my fashion line and my runway show for the end of the month. I already had designed some dresses, but I needed more. Expensive material, real animal furs, the like. I couldn't wait to be rich and famous, and Mackenzie's silly competition was not going to get in the way of my dreams.