Disclaimer: Everything except for the things I made up are Lisi Harrison's.
The Block Estate
Massie's Suite
September 15th
7:34 AM
Massie Block looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. She couldn't believe that it was already the 1st day of Briarwood-Octavian Country Day. The 1st day of school with Derrington. Derrington... Oh! She was going to crush him like a bug under a semi-truck. She was Massie Block. Ahb-viously Derrick did nawt know that she wasn't afraid. She was ready to fight. She was a total ten, not to mention the fact that over the summer she had grown 3 inches, bringing her to the grand total height of 5'5"... and it also helped that now she was a 36 B. Sure, nawt as big as Alicia, but then again, what did it matter? She was back and hawter than ever.
Massie smirked at her reflection, imagining what the student population would think this year. Ha! Those LBRs would be bowing at her French Manicured feet. Now this was going to be fun.
Range Rover in front of
Briarwood-Octavian Country Day
7:54 AM
September 15th
"Rate me." Those were the two words Alicia Rivera, Kristen Gregory, Claire Lyons, and Dylan Marvil had been waiting to hear. Massie, as always, went first.
"I am styling a navy Trina Turk cable-knit sweater, a navy-and-yellow Frenchi plaid skirt, Yves Saint Laurent high-heeled oxfords, a new Juicy Couture charm bracelet (my old one fell into the ocean while I was in the Hamptons), and a brand new diamond ring."
"9.9"
"9.8"
"9.9"
"9.8"
Massie grinned. That was an awesome rating!
Then it was Alicia's turn. She was wearing a blue and white Ralph Lauren blouse, Citizens Of Humanity skinny jeans, and Tory Burch flats.
"9.5" was Massie's reply.
Massie looked at Dylan and Claire.
Claire was wearing a olive Alice + Olivia cap-sleeved shirt paired with Joie "armie" cargos, and brown Converse, while Dylan had opted for a lime Betsey Johnson top paired with Miss Sixty jean shorts, and tan UGGs.
"You are both 9.4s" they both smiled.
"Sorry Kristen, your a 9.1." Massie said. Kristen was wearing a plain blue Puma tracksuit.
"I was planning on taking something from 'the room'. " Kristen said, using Massie-like finger quotes.
"'Kay."
Massie opened the door and strutted out of the Range Rover and into the halls of the school, with the Pretty Committee at her heels.
When she walked in, whispers were everywhere.
"She is sooo pretty!" "Great Fashion Sense!" "Ehmagawd! Look at her eyes!"
Massie smiled. This was perfect.
"See... my public still loves me." Massie stated smirking.
"Uh, Massie," Claire whispered, "They aren't talking about you..."
Massie whipped her head around. There she saw a beautiful girl, with amazing blue-green eyes, shiny brown hair with a hot pink streak in it, and an amazing figure. Massie tugged at the brand-new purple streak in her hair that she got in the Hamptons. This new girl looked too confident, too beautiful, too stylish, too alpha. Her moment of comfort was gone. She had thought that maybe, just maybe, this year would go smoothly.
Guess Not.
"All Eighth Grade students please report to the auditorium for a welcome assembly. Thank You." Principal Burns' voice bleated loudly through the sound system. 7 minutes later the Pretty Committee was seated inside the ancient, musty room, waiting for P. Burns to speak.
Finally, the crow-like lady waddled over to the podium and began the assembly.
"Caw... Caw!" someone shouted.
"As you all know, this is the first year that this school is Co-Ed," she spoke, ignoring the cawing sounds, "So, please give a warm welcome to the brand-new students- The Briarwood Boys!" Everyone clapped and hooted.
"Now, of course, there have been a few changes. First of all, you all will be assigned locker partners, based on your first name. The numbers were picked randomly. You are not allowed to switch partners." Everyone groaned.
"So that it will be easy, you and your partner will have the same schedule. You will find your schedule and student I.D. inside your lockers. The list is on the bulletins."
Principal Burns said a few other things and finally told them to go see who they got as partners.
Alicia
Rivera...Chris Plovert, Locker 102
Farther
down...
Claire Lyons...Cam Fisher, Locker 106
Clarisse Roy... Carson Morison, Locker 342
Caitlin Peters...Daryl Rivers , Locker 213
Caitlyn Rutan...Derrick Harrington, Locker 104
Daisy Lauren...Diesel Cook, Locker 546
Then, farther down the list...
Dylan Marvil...Griffin Hastings, Locker 101
Then Even Farther...
Kristen Gregory... Kemp Hurley, Locker 100
And finally...
Massie Block...Josh Hotz, Locker 105
"Look who Derrington's with!" exclaimed Alicia.
"Who is that?" asked Massie, pointing to the girl's name.
"That girl with the pink highlight...Ugh! I got Plovert! Lucky, you got Josh!" Alicia pouted.
"Lucky!? I don't want Josh!" Massie exclaimed.
"Ugh... I got Cam!" moaned Claire.
"Ehmagawd! I got that freak Griffin!" screeched Dylan.
"Ewww! I got that perv Kemp!" said Kristen.
"This is a nightmare!" yelled Massie over all the commotion.
"I know! What are we going to do?"
Massie just shook her head.
BOCD
Lockers
8:23 AM
September 15
Massie looked at Derrington's mysterious locker partner. She had the same Juicy Couture charm bracelet, a Juicy watch, and an ah-mazing outfit. "Caitlyn" was wearing cute worn 7 for all mankind jeans, a hawt sort of low-cut black Chanel top, strappy silver sandals, and was carrying a ah-dorable Dior purse. The girl was ahb-viously nawt preppy. She wore thick hot pink eyeliner and an army cap over her shiny hair. But, she still looked fashionable. Massie leaned over a bit so that she could eavesdrop.
"Mind if we use this?" Caitlyn's really girly voice asked. She was holding up a pink diamond encrusted lock.
"Uh... sure..." it was the first time Massie had ever seen Derrick really nervous. And yet he was still hawter than ever.
"M'kay." The girl said and winked.
Oh Gawd, Massie thought, This is going to be a long year.
So how do you like it? R&R. By the way this is the same Caitlyn author as before, but I decided to start over.
A/N: I used to be MassiekurxxGirlie. I just changed my names and deleted all my stories. :) Promise. :