Bratfest at Tiffany's by Lisi Harrison

teeth
Candy Corn
Very pale guy
Powder
Pink chubby guy
Putty
Super-tall thin guy with red hair. Always blushing
Twizzler
    Ms. Dunkel left the trailer again, this time to get an eraser. Massie passed her list to Claire. Claire cracked up and passed it to Kristen, who cracked up and passed it to Dylan. Seconds later the NPC were laughing so hard they couldn’t breathe.
    Until Layne climbed up on her desk, dressed in a red satin blazer, a denim skort, red kneesocks, and her MBT sneakers. She lifted her fist in the air and shouted, “O-ver-flow! O-ver-flow! O-ver-flow!”
    Heather, Meena, Great White, and Twizzler joined her solidarity chant, but the rest of the LBRs just watched in utter amusement.
    “Come on everyone!” she shouted. “We have the chance to start something really great in here. Who’s with me? O-ver-flow! O-ver-flow! O-ver-flow!”
    Moments later almost everyone was standing on their desks, rocking the trailer with LBR spirit.
    Massie grabbed her bag, “Let’s get out of here before we catch something.”
    The NPC hurried to their feet.
    “Where are you guys going?” asked Big Mac.
    “Yeah, you can’t leave,” insisted Blond Lincoln. “We’re in this together.”
    “You’re, like, one of
us
now.” Loofah beamed.
    Those were the last words Massie heard before she blacked out.

BOCD
THE INDOOR POOL
    Wednesday, September 9th
2:02 P.M.
    Sitting on the moist aluminum bench, thigh-to-thigh with Strawberry, who was thigh-to-thigh with Kori, who was thigh-to-thigh with Olivia, who was thigh-to-thigh with Cam, who was thigh-to-thigh with Josh, was stressing Alicia out big-time. She tried taking a deep, relaxing breath but ended up with a nose full of chlorine fumes that rose off the pool like latte steam.
    If she’d known the soccer boys were going to be in her swim class, she never would have gone through with Josh’s plan. What if they made fun of her big boobs? What if her mascara ran? What if she got a water booger? What if—
    Strawberry pinched the bell sleeve of Alicia’s floaty white cover-up, rubbing the fresh linen between her thumb and index finger. “Is this caw-tton?” she whispered while Miss Kuznick took attendance.
    “Spanish linen,” Alicia explained, not knowing for sure if there was such a thing.
    “I wish I’d worn something cute over my tankini.” Strawberry poked the freckly roll of flesh that oozed from her red suit, where the
tank
met the
ini
. “I feel like a cherry tomato, and you look like a total movie star.”
    “Thanks.” Alicia crossed her legs, allowing one black Prada flip-flop to casually dangle from her toe cleavage. “I got it at the Lindo Hotel in the Costa del Sol. Their gift shop has the most ah-dorable stuff.”
    “Same place you got those awesome boots you wore the other day?”
    Alicia gazed into Strawberry’s emerald green eyes and nodded yes. Finally,
someone
appreciated her Euro-flair.
    Kori leaned forward, her curved spine rippling under her hunter green one-piece. “I like your hair. It looks cool all slicked back like that.”
    Alicia ran a silver ring–clad hand over the hardening comb tracks on her head.
    “I deep-conditioned before class.”
    “How smart is she?” Strawberry asked Kori.
    “Majorly.”
    Alicia side-peeked at Josh, hoping he was listening. But he was too busy snicker-dropping a wet Band-Aid down the back of Derrington’s gaping blue board shorts.
    “Want some?” She held out a gold metallic tube of orange-scented Hydronectar Ultra Nourishing Oil Serum. “It will totally save your ends.”
    “Sure.” Strawberry opened her palm, then finger-combed a dime-size dollop through her dark pink–dyed hair.
    “Kori?” Alicia leaned forward, offering the goods.
    “Thanks.” Kori straightened up, sending her bony spine back into hiding.
    Puuuuuuuuuurpppp
. Miss Kuznick’s whistle echoed off the moist BriteSmile-white tile walls.
    “Everyone in!” She tightened the pointless red visor that sat perched atop her short