Wesley home, early that evening.

Inside, Chloe grumbled for the ump-teenth time that afternoon, now in the worst mood she had ever been in. "Cheer up dear. When Phillip sees you, he won't know what to do with himself." With those words, Nancy and Nigel left for downstairs.

Outside, Phillip knocked on the door a third time, hoping someone would answer. Football practice had gotten a little early, but he'd spent that time talking with some cute groupies afterwards. Then he'd jumped in showers, changed, and come right over. Bring his wrist up, he glanced at the time - 5:33. Stepping back, he tried to look through the window to see if anyone was inside, but the curtains were drawn pretty tight.

Returning to the door, he knocked again, but louder this time. He hoped Chloe handn't gotten her family to go out on some needless trip to avoid him. Close to giving up, he decided to knock once more, just in case they were all in the bathroom or something. His hand didn't make contact with the door though, just empty air.

"Well, hello Phillip. Isn't it a pleasure to see you here," Nancy Wesley greeted him, her son on her right hip.

"Hello Mrs. Wesley. Hey Nigel," Phillip greeted them both. "I'm here to study. With Chloe."

"Oh, I know. Come on in," she said, stepping back and allowing him entrance into their foyer.

Looking around, Phillip didn't spot Chloe anywhere. "Um, is she here," he asked slowly.

"Who dear," Nancy said as she made her way into the living room. Following, Phillip took the offered seat on the couch. "Chloe, your daughter. She's--"

"Tutuoring you," Nancy finished for him. "Don't worry Phillip, she didn't skip out on you. She's getting changed." And changed for the better, she added silently. She didn't know how she did it, but she knew she was good.

Who changes to study, he asked himself. Phillip watched the delighted look on Mrs. Wesley's face, unsure of the reason. He hoped Chloe would show before she started asking him any questions. Before he could even finish the thought, she came into the room.

"Oh, Chloe. How great of you to finally grace us with your presence," Nancy said, standing. She looked great.

" I was changing," Chloe practically growled. Where had she been when Nancy had picked out this dress, she wondered. And there had been others in her closet too, other colorful dresses. Then, she had fussed over her hair, pulling it back into a French twist, neatly tying it with a ribbon that matched the dress. Finally, she  had pasted some lipstick on her face, a little blush on her cheeks, and told her to get dressed. She would never even get this dressed up to go to a funeral much less to help a guy with Calculus. She hoped her utter and total sense of humiliation did not show on the outside. Turning her attention towards Phillip, she greeted him with a small wave. "We're ordering in Pizza tonight. Do you have a preference," she asked him, hoping he would not notice the change at all.

Phillip sat stock still on the couch. Chloe? he asked himself. This couldn't be Chloe. Chloe was dark colors, blacks and, well, blacks. The woman in front of him looked nothing like the girl he was so used to making fun of at school. Her hair was pulled back from her face in some twisted fashion, much better than the stupid clipped look she usually wore. And she seemed to have make-up on. Chloe never wore make-up. And the dress. He blinked, thinking that maybe he was just seeing a hallucination. But she was still standing there, wearing a light yellow sundress that stopped mid-thigh, baring legs that seemed to never stop. God, she looks...

"Phillip," Nancy snapped, trying to gain his attention.

"Huh," he asked, not moving his gaze. She definitely couldn't be Chloe. Chloe would never go anywhere without her Shrouds of Death, as many of the kids at school had nicknamed her clothing. Make-up was definitely not her thing, either. And that damn dress...

"Chloe just asked you a question, aren't you going to answer her," she asked, ticked. She had thought Chloe's new look would blindside him, make him see that her daughter was more than just  a smart brain hidden beneath dark, depressing clothes. Now he was disrespecting her, the nerve of him.

"What," he asked, finally turning his attention away from Chloe. Had she said something, he wondered.

Chloe could feel the blush crawling up her neck. She would definitely find some way to repay Nancy for this. "I asked if you had a pizza preference. Papa John's, Pizza Hut, Domino's, or Rosini's? They all deliver out  here."

"Um, it doesn't really matter," Phillip said, know embarrassed by his earlier reaction. This was Chloe for God's sake! He couldn't think she was hot, even though that is exactly what stood in front of him.

"Okay then, I'll just order Rosini's. They're the best anyway. We're going to study in the kitchen, Nancy. Any special requests for your pizza," she asked, referring to the one she would share with Craig.

"Half anchovies, half Canadian bacon," Nancy told her, still looking at Phillip, who was now staring at Chloe's backside. Maybe her plan had worked after all.

Almost to the door connecting the kitchen with the family room, Chloe turned to see Phillip still on the couch. "Are you coming," she asked, now even more angry at Nancy. She would make sure her revenge was ten times the initial wrong done.

"Yeah," he said, jumping up and hurrying to follow her into the other room. He was confused as to what had happened in the past couple of hours, but finding himself to like it more with each passing second.

Nancy watched as they left. "Score another point for Nancy Wesley," she told Nigel.