Alexandria chuckled. "Don't thank me yet. Thank me after we get you some Calvin Klein. You'll look even more fuckable than you do now." There, she said it, "fuckable", the word she and Erika had to many times used to describe Keith's hotness without falling into the Disney trap. She hated to admit, but a well-dressed man was something she couldn't resist and she wondered whether her good deed woul work for her plan or terribly backfire on her. With Marcus on her side, however, she felt like she had little to worry about. Their fathers were the most powerful in the city and she'd definitely have the opportunity to play dirty.<br/><br/>"Don't get me wrong, I doubt things are going to get settled between us." Alexandria said coldly. "Erika is far too idealistic. Once she hears about our little deal I'm sure she'll have a few words to say about it. Then again, I could be wrong." She left the subject at that as some of her clique members arrived, concerned about her health. After a few minutes of gossiping, the bell rang and she looked back over to Keith. "Let's go. Don't forget about our meeting after school, it's important you have good clothes."