Camaraderie

I only have two friends that I believe are worth mentioning, if you do not count Caterina, my work in progress. The rest are just fodder on my social roster. And believe me, there are many undesirables. Francesca. Ashley.

Brigitte Larnault and I met at the beginning of our school career. At the time, my mother heavily influenced me and I wouldn’t share my colors with anyone that wasn’t French. Luckily for Brigitte, she was. It helped that her father was the CEO of my favorite clothing line, not to mention one of the richest men in all of France. He had actually invited my parents to his private estate in Lake Cuomo more than once but the children had never met which is shocking considering who my mother is. After that, we became rather inseparable school-wise. She is smart, has good intentions (most of the time) and a killer closet. Another really good thing is that she is always behind me 100%, which can be quite enjoyable for a change. Doesn’t matter what I want to do, where I want to go or how unlikely it is that it might work, she’ll support me because she knows better than to go ahead and go against my wishes. She gets perks. And thanks to me she can actually play mix and match with her countless outfits in a way that would make Anna Wintour proud.

Then again, only I can make her truly proud since I am the mastermind behind all the good taste. Not to mention my fashion sense is widely imitated in school formals and mixers.

I met Sasha Bedford at Institut Villa Pierrefeu in Switzerland. It was three years ago, after my disastrous fake break up with Christian. My mother thought it would be prudent to go away for a while so I wouldn’t shame her anymore, so she enrolled me for that summer. Sasha was the top of the class, until I knocked her out of the league. Not because I cared about floral arrangements, or public speaking. I was just really aggressive. She hated me at the beginning because of that. After a few matches and my winning all of them (because let’s be serious, I am the best), she decided that I was a force to be reckoned with. We were friends shortly afterwards. I found out her family is from Kenya and that her father was a very prestigious plastic surgeon. She was tolerable though she had the uncanny ability to sleep with every single man I ever found attractive or wanted. I suppose she still competes with me. She even lost her virginity because I had lost it first. Guess I always beat her to the punch.

Speaking of punch, she makes fantastic cocktails. Yet another reason to keep her around. And! She has a sixth sense. She just... KNOWS things. It's amazing! And she gave me a pretty good luck charm to ward me off the evil eye... though it broke after only two weeks. That just shows you how loved I am.

Though there is only one thing that bothers me right now, like a lot. A LOT. Sasha and Nathan slept together. It shouldn't bother me a lot considering I had a very serious conversation with Nathan. I told him that I honestly think that being an official couple is ridiculous. We are young, we are vital and we need excitement. This is the year where we experiment, not bore ourselves with conformity. We can be together, go out, have sex and have fun together. And have fun with other people. Only, I get REALLY peeved when he has fun with someone else because I haven't had fun with anyone yet!

It also doesn't help that Caterina is peeved at me (how is that possible again?) AND time-sharing! How dare she be friends with that --. I even heard there was a friendship commemorative concert and everything. Talk about pathetic. I sent her a basket with mini-muffins and pretty flowers and the ultimate you-better-forgive-me present, a Dior bag.