Chapter 1: Fix You
"Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you" — Coldplay
RIP Kendra Block— Loving mother, fashion extraordinaire, SLUTTY BITC—
"STOP!" Massie's newly formed accent was heard through the soft hums of her driver, who was completing his job of taking her to her home back in Westchester. She was home. But the car came to a dramatic halt, causing Isaac to look back as if he was detecting the danger. 17 year old Massie Block wiped the droplet of tears from her eyes. With a wave of her hand, Isaac drove further on.
Massie hadn't seen Westchester since she took her leave in 8th grade, moving in the castle her family owned in England. She attended another school called KISS, where the posh lay with their style and confidence. She fitted right in, she became apart, she ruled. I guess it was a pattern for the young fashionista.
The brunette brought her style and alpha-ness from New York and brought it to Europe. The place where all the fashion lay. She brought her confidence from Westchester and gave it to the civilians of KISS. She made friends, made enemies and dominated. Point. Blank. Period.
Why would she leave the luxury of a castle for a mansion in a place she didn't even feel welcome in anymore?
Yes Massie felt as such. She felt as if her presence in Westchester wasn't needed anymore. The Pretty Committee didn't even say goodbye to her. All they did was yell and scream, along with The Briarwood Boys. She remember that fall out like it was just yesterday, even though it was practically 4 years ago.
Rivera Estate- October 4th 2008
Alicia's eyes were fumed with disgust, pain, hurt and neglect. It mirrored the look on everyone's face. Derrick, Cam, Kemp, Josh, Chris, Dylan, Kristen, and even Claire. They all stood surrounding the alpha as she fought on the tears that threatened to spill and break her tough demeanor.
"London is a far place, Block. Yet it took you the day when you leave to say your goodbyes?" Derrick bellowed, a little hurt. Massie didn't like the way he shouted at her. It made something in her snap dangerously and she didn't want to blow her mind just dwelling on the fact how much everyone living thing in this room despised her. Even Cam stood silently in the corner of Alicia's room, playing effortlessly with his buttons on his shirt.
"Derrick, this wasn't my decision. It was abrupt. I found out just like you all did! Don't shout at me because I did nothing wrong!" Massie screeched, staring up into those large brown eyes of Derrick Harrington. The way the gleamed with heartache caused her to question why was she even screaming at him. Yeah they broke up in the 7th grade because she was too immature for him, but she will always love Derrick. And leaving him made her want to cry.
Crying was never apart of Massie's status. She always cried to herself. Only Cam had ever really seen her cry for real, due to the fact they've been best friends since pre-school. Yes Cameron Joel Fisher was the black haired savior who kicked sand in Olivia's face because she tugged on Massie's curls constantly when they were at recess. Pretty Harsh but it made Massie smile till this day. What killed her the most was the look on Cam's face when she tried to make everyone hear her out. Emotionless.
"Massie, don't try and lie yourself out of this one because we're not falling for your stupid manipulation again." Claire bit angrily. Massie was taken aback by Claire's outburst. Claire Lyons, the blonde headed bubble that never once popped just— POPPED! It sent a little dagger towards Massie's heart as she stepped back on the wooden flooring in Alicia's room, her Mary Jane's catching a firm grip on the wood.
"Claire, I advise you stop screaming. You've only known me for a year and for half that year, I didn't even tolerate you existence. You have no right to say I'm lyin—"
"Don't you dare scream at Claire because she's right, Massie. You probably are lying. Maybe you're excited you're going to the oh-so luxurious England. But we deserved to know before you even decided to catch a plane and leave." Cam said coldly from his corner. The room grew quiet as they turned towards Cam. His posture was kind of demanding and scary. His blue eye twitching while the green one fought a single tear that was dwelling there.
"Cammie I swe—"
"Don't Cammie me, Mass. You're leaving, big deal. Go. It's not like we all favored your presence anyway."
Massie took a quick look around the room, her breath hitched in her throat as everyone looked a bit depressed and angry. Cam didn't even look at her anymore. What he said sent a medium dagger in her heart, breaking down the ice they assumed she kept there.
She took in the hard stare from Derrick and Josh. Kemp was rubbing Kristen's thigh, wiping the droplet of tears from her eyes. Chris and Dylan were huddled in their own little world. Claire stood by Alicia, both of their hands wrapped around their chest. And then there was Cam, holding his head down.
"I don't want to leave like this with you all mad at me—" She started to whine but the loud groan from Derrick killed her off.
"Well to bad, Massie. Just go. You were leaving anyways, just finish your journey because honestly, I don't even want to see you anymore. In fact here's something to dwell on. When you leave for London in an hour, think about nothing. Forget all of us. Forget about our faces, the way we speak –" Derrick said lowly.
"Forget about my love for Ralph Lauren—" Josh said quietly.
"Forget about my love for gossip—"Alicia added.
"Forget about my red hair. My love for food—" Dylan added.
"My love for books and soccer—" Kristen added in a soft tune. Massie stared at them, blinking the tears that dared tried to spill from her eyes. Derrick tilted his head to the side.
"Seems like the alpha wants to cry. Isn't that against the rules?" He implied. Massie used the back of her hand to wipe away the single tear that came down her face.
"And forget about the fact that we was best friends." She took in Cam's last words as a signal. With a simple nod, she tilted on her heels and proceeded to walk out, but the bracelet clinging to her wrist was the only anchor weighing her down from forgetting them all.
"Cameron." She said emotionlessly. Cam didn't dare pick up his head. So she just tossed it near his feet and left.
And like that, they never saw Massie again.
Block Estate- Present Day
Massie watched as the moving men carried the large purple suit cases into the open door of her home. She noticed the chorused laughter from the guest house. Some were soft, some were thick and manly. To fulfill her curiosity, she walked over there to be greeted by 10 kids. They all stopped talking to each other to examine the model like girl standing there between the two houses.
"This is a private residence, go away bitch." A blonde headed girl snarled. Her friends just looked up at Massie, examining every curve of her body. Her feet were snugged in black Louboutins while her curvy frame was snugged in a black laced high and low dress from Chanel.
"Private property owned by me, sweetheart. Shouldn't I be kicking you out?" Massie said dangerously calm. Everyone's eyes bulged. Even the blonde felt quite dumbfounded.
"Hey Blondie, are you a video game?" Massie asked once the gasping finished.
"No…?"
"Then why are you feeling played?" The brunette shrugged before trailing back to her house, leaving everyone mumbling. Claire and her friends' eyes widened as they watched the girl leave quietly.
"That was Massie Block." Alicia said as she ran a hand through her wet brunette mane.
"That was the new Massie Block. Notice the lack of emotion in her eyes, Leesh." Derrick commented. Cam just sat the edge of the pool watching his ex-best friend strut to her house, her mature stance taking on a new level of sexy he couldn't even comprehend.
Wow was Cam amazed.