HALLWAY OUTSIDE MASSIE BLOCK'S ROOM
September 7th, 2009
11:42 A.M.
The closest Claire Lyons has ever been to a mansion was when the Mayor was giving out presents.
But right now, Massie Block was showing her a greater house then the Present-giving dwarf.
"Anyway, this is my room." She looks menacing, with her amber eyes, shining brighter because of her eyeliner and mascara. Her rosy cheeks are like two roses on the rest of the mean face. But, there is beauty in that, and if you looked at her for the first time, you could say that she was the prettiest person ever.
Claire Lyons looked down at herself. She was wearing jean cutoffs with a green shirt and her Ked's. Her face looked normal, with her blonde bangs blowing in and out, and despite all the junk she ate, she was thin. A normal person, on seeing her for the first time, would probably take no notice of her.
Claire sighed, and watched Massie pick up her ringing phone, her face with delight, until she sees the screen.
"Ugh, what mom?" She cries, and then ushers Claire into the room. "Okay, we will be right down……No……I'm showing Claire my room! Gawd. Bye."
"What did she say?" Claire asks, before she enters the room. But as soon as she enters it, she is fallen into a spell, and thoughts overlap her.
How can a room be all white? What about color? Oh, god, is Massie crazy? No, she cannot be, but…Oh my god, look how many ribbons she won…all...
"1st place." Massie states, proudly. Claire's innocent blue eyes glare at her, and then the ribbons, each one having a running horse, stitched in gold.
"Wow, you must be really good," Claire marvels, "I never played a sport, maybe you could teach-?"
"No. Sorry. No time." Massie responds, and then checks her cell phone. Her face suddenly brightens and she reads a text silently.
Claire wandered over to a place where a lot of pictures were. She saw one with Massie and her dog, Bean. One picture with Massie and her family. And one picture with her friends.
There were three girls, excluding Massie. One girl looked like a model. Her glossy hair was shiny and straight and her white teeth popped against her olive skin. She looked like a girl that was impossibly pretty, and Claire found herself wondering what she was doing in Westchester.
Another girl was a redhead, and Claire thought she was prettier then the Spanish girl, in a less obvious way. Like, redhead totally took the bad things about her, mixed them together and made them good. She looked like a country girl, but she managed to fit in by wearing a lot of make-up and clothes that blended perfectly. Claire wondered if she would look prettier if she didn't wear make-up and just be herself.
The last girl was a blonde, like Claire, except she didn't have a babyish face. In fact, her face looked sophisticated and judging by her muscles, she was an athlete. She didn't have anything to worry about, no pimples, and because of her career, she was perfectly thin. They all looked impossibly pretty.
Massie sauntered over. "Oh, those are my friends. I was just talking to them. They were at the mall, and I was supposed to go, but, you guys came."
Claire shook off Massie's insult. "I would love to meet them. They look nice."
"You would not fit in," Massie explained. "We have our own thing going, you know? Probably like the friends you had in Florida. They always had your back, like my friends. We are always helping each other out from LBR's." Massie stared at Claire, smirked, and then flounced off. "Anyway, Mother hates it when you get late, and try not to bring mud in the house!"
Claire wasn't really sure what Massie meant by 'LBR', but she wasn't sure it was a compliment. More like an insult, and Claire knew it was directed at her.
Claire had to get going, she met Massie's mom, and she wasn't the best of luck. But her mom and Massie's clicked right away, which Claire found utterly confusing. Like daughter, like mother, right? Besides, how could one of Orlando's sweetheart's be paired up with the devil's mom herself?
Claire shook her head, and then headed down to lunch. That's when she heard the buzzing. Of Massie's Motorola. On her duvet.
Claire went and grabbed it, opening the phone, careful not to make any noise.
ALICIA: Green or blue dress? K says blue, but D says green. Help!
Claire looked at the screen and did a grin she never did before. Her eyebrows clashed together like she was confused, but in an evil way. And she smiled, happily, like she was going to take Massie's secret, and destroy it.
Oh, this was going to be fun.
MASSIE BLOCK'S KITCHEN
September 7th, 2009
12:00 P.M.
Massie arrived just on time, before Claire could get there.
"Honey, where is Claire?" Her mom said her words with patience, but her amber eyes were glaring at the empty spot on the table.
Massie looked around, as if Claire was there. "Gosh mom, I don't know. She was right behind me, but I was hurrying to get here on time. Maybe she got lost or something?" Massie looked around with puppy dog eyes, hoping her mother would buy her lame excuse.
Kendra sighed. "Yes darling, it's alright. I will just get Inez to look for her." Kendra picked up the dainty bell and rang it, five times. A mousy looking lady with a gray bob appeared.
"Yes?" Inez said. She wasn't like most maids. Sure, she loved cleanliness, and had an ah-dorable accent, but she wasn't afraid to tell Kendra how she really felt. Even though Kendra was the master, and Inez was a servant, Inez usually got her own way. And even though Massie was really a daughter to Kendra, she loved Inez more.
"Find Claire Lyons, Massie," Kendra stopped and glared daggers at Massie. Massie gulped, "Lost her."
"Fine, I will do that, but Mrs. Block?"
"Yes, Inez?"
"I want to have tomorrow off. My mother is ill."
Massie gasped. Inez's mother is fighting off a bad case of cancer, and is very ill, on and off, over the past couple of weeks. Last time Massie say her, she gave Massie a $10 bill. Not enough to buy anything good, of course, but was a very kind gesture. Kendra, of course, gave no emotion.
"I am not sure, Inez. It is Massie's and Claire's first day of sch-"
"Mother! I will be fine. Let Inez go." Massie exclaimed, and gave Inez a wink. Inez tried to wink back, but ended up closing both of her eyes. Massie prayed she would not laugh. Kendra sighed.
"Fine, but today isn't over! Find Claire." Kendra ordered, and with an eye roll, Inez left.
Massie looked at the Lyon's and wished she had not. They were looking mighty uncomfortable. She wished that the Lyon's didn't come. Well, Massie though, at least they aren't coming while Mom is drinking.
Someone opened the door. It was Massie's father, William.
"William! Where have you been? We were worried sick." Kendra cried out. Not true. She would be happy to get rid of him.
"Sorry, overload at office." William muttered, at brightened up when he saw his old college buddy. "Jay! How nice to see you."
"Same to you, man." Jay chuckled, and they engulfed each other in a bro-mance hug. Massie giggled at the two opposites. William was still dressed from work, in his normal attire, a suit and a tie. But, Claire's dad was only dresses in a button down and khaki's. Both looked utterly ridiculous though. Massie laughed, and went searching for her phone to take a picture to send to her friends in her new purple miniskirt from BCBG.
But it wasn't there.
Where did Massie leave it? She remembered checking it since Claire came through the door…she went to her room….got the text.....responded…..was helping Kristen pick out dresses…..left it on the table…left room…
CRAP! Massie slapped her head, ignoring the pleas from Todd (Claire's younger brother) to massage it, and the worrying looks from the parents, excluding her mom. But all she was thinking about is her phone. Claire. Turning her friend's against her.
Hmm…..should have made a better first impression, huh, Massie?
THE WESTCHESTER MALL
September 7th, 2009
12:19 A.M.
Alicia Rivera is probably the prettiest girl you ever met. And she knows it.
Alicia looked at her phone for the millionth time that evening. It was soo annoying how Massie held a grudge. I mean, Alicia was her best friend, but was also competing for her Alpha spot. And everyone knew that. She probably was too harsh on Massie when she said to her that 'she didn't need her for everything' and that 'we will go, but we will try to get you something on the way out of Chanel', but seriously? Come awn. Massie Block was a serious bee-yotch, and needed to be taken down.
But, Massie did rule the school. And Alicia is her best friend. And Massie did have the best fashion advice. So, in conclusion, Alicia would take her AFTER the shopping trip. But she would need allies.
"Kristen, that dress looks ah-mazing on you. And Dylan, you are totally going to be asked out this year with that mascara you bought." Alicia said with confidence. But her friend's beaming voices and thank-you's were lost on her as she typed a last-chance message to her BFF.
Alicia: Green or blue dress? K says blue, but D says green. Help!
Alicia Rivera checked the massage, blew a kiss for good luck, and hit send. Seconds after, she got a reply.
Massie: Hey.
Uh…."Hey"? What was that supposed to mean? Like…"Hey, what's up?" Or, "Hey, I am going to ruin your life now?"
Alicia contemplated, and then licked her lips as she wrote a message.
Alicia: Hey, how is your flu?
Not the best message, but under those circumstances, she thought it was OK.
Her LG Sidekick vibrated once more.
Massie: I don't have the flu.
Alicia perfectly waxed eyebrows mashed together as she tried to find an explanation for this.
Alicia: I'm confused. U said U did.
Alicia took a deep breath as she waited for a reply.
Massie: I was lying. Duh! Don't tell K or D, but I have an amazing secret, but I don't want to tell them.
Alicia looked around for her other friends. Dylan was trying on some size 2 dress that, ahb-viously, did not fit her. Kristen was looking through the sale items. She was clear.
Alicia: What is it?
She got a reply as fast as she sent it.
Massie: Claire.
What?
Alicia: Who is Claire?
Massie didn't reply.
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