GIRLS ON A MISSION
Excerpt Copyrighted 2005 by Kat Brookes
CHAPTER ONE
Like hungry ants making their way toward a picnic lunch, the Brookeside Bimbos moved toward our guys. With killer smiles to match their killer bods, they circled their prey. In this instance, that prey included our good friends, J.D. Hudson, Danny Miller and Luke Sanders.
�This bites,� I muttered as my girlfriends, Tessa and Kelley, and I stood watching everything through the park pool fence.
I decided to go with anger as my emotion of the moment instead of giving in to the painful twisting I felt in my heart when I saw Luke smile at Tiffany. Why it bothered me so much I had no idea. Luke and I were like best girl/guy friends and that was as far as our relationship went. But it did.
I held up my hand to block out the glare of the sun as I watched our guys became the �prey of the day� for the plastic surgery-enhanced bimbos in their slinky bikinis.
�You can say that again,� my friend, Kelley, muttered angrily beside me. �Oh, man, are those guys blind or what?�
Tessa frowned. �Unfortunately for us they aren�t.�
I nodded in agreement. We suddenly found ourselves being cast aside for these private school transplants. The Anderson sisters. Melissa, a year ahead of us in school and Tiffany who just graduated. The two had transferred to our school just outside of Pittsburgh when their fancy private school, Brookeside Academy, closed just a little more than halfway through the last school year. Apparently, the prestigious old school had been found to have asbestos in it and had been forced to shut down until the problem could be taken care of.
�Look at them,� Kelley said with a gasp.
I was. And I wanted to gag.
The Brookeside Bimbos with their bleached hair, fake nails and designer clothes were walking boy-magnets. It wasn�t bad enough that we�d had to deal with their �perfection� in school, not to mention their snotty little taunts, now they were invading our summer, too.
�What do they think they�re doing here at our pool?� I muttered.
�Hitting on our guys,� Kelley answered with a deepening frown. Though she was petite and looked sweet and innocent, Kelley could be a little spitfire when she was provoked. �Will you just look at J.D. standing there gawking at them like they just stepped off the cover of some girlie magazine?�
�They might as well have,� Tessa said, shaking her head. �Cause it�s not their faces that the guys are checking out right now.�
Kelley groaned. �J.D. included.�
She�d had a thing for J.D. ever since he�d asked her to our school�s Valentine dance that past February. But the relationship Kelley had hoped for after that never happened thanks to the arrival of the enemy. Or in this case, the enemies.
The bimbo sisters had slithered their way into our school and turned our boys into gawking, drooling idiots. Speaking of which, I watched Luke and the others flirting with the plastic girls. My good friend and neighbor, Luke, to whom flirting was a foreign thing. But there he was doing it right along with the rest of the guys.
Not that we could hear anything from where we were standing at the far corner of the park pool fence, but body language said it all. And the Bimbo Sisters� bodies were talking.
�Those girls are so fake,� I grumbled, more than a little irritated by the scene in front of me. �How can those guys not see that?�
�Maybe they can�t see past their big fat panting tongues!� Tessa gave her long brown hair a toss back over her shoulder. �Jerks.�
I had to concur.
Kelley slung her tie-dyed beach bag over her shoulder and spun around, leaning back against the fence with a sigh. �What do we do now?�
Tessa looked to me. �Leah?�
I wasn�t surprised. I was usually the one my friends turned to for solutions to our problems. Maybe because I was the oldest, if only by few months. Or maybe because I was a planner, someone who liked her life to remain as orderly as possible. Whatever it was my friends were looking to me for guidance, and I had no intention of failing them now.
