wanted to try something new, like new pairings&a new storyline.

Summer always seemed sort of poetic to me. The way the days passed into each other, the way you can lose track of the date and what day of the week it is so easily, as if it's three months of an endless afternoon. Except, when it's over you're shocked back into reality and you have to pack your crap and get to school.

You see my parents have been divorced for as long as I can remember, and I'm pretty sure it was even before I said my first word or took my first step. A few years ago my dad decided that he wanted to branch his business well into Europe and last May we got the good news that it was doing well- extremely well. No fifteen year old cares to move to Paris to live life and experience the world, no matter what Gossip Girl claims, so I was forced to move in with my mother, Kendra Block, in Los Angeles, the dessert of fame.

For me, summer wasn't endless, it was just the end.

When I got to school, two days after my move, it was already in session for about two weeks and things were in full swing. Teachers no longer felt guilty about giving too much homework so they didn't feel too bad about handing it out freely.

The campus of Constance Day was open, for people on the east coast like me, it was unheard of and rarely seen. The school was just a bunch of buildings clumped together, no linoleum floors or even a cafeteria, just open vastness that was a school- a huge one at that. There were several places to buy lunch and there was a place called 'The Bar' where you could grab lunch catered from various places, but there were no tables inside, it was all outdoors- no place to hide.

I didn't plan on making friends, odd isn't it? But I didn't want any, I just wanted to do my best in high school and get the hell away from the West Coast. That changed in my homeroom, fourth period class.

"Hi I'm Claire," giggle, "You're Massie right?" I nodded my head and stared at the door while some girl with a tinkling voice announced things over the speaker and Mr. Myner tried to figure out how to use the flat screen to show us the student news. "I really like your outfit." She gushed, eyeing my Gucci top and leather bomber.

"Thanks." I replied and flashed her a smile.

"Oh my gawd, your teeth are perfect."

"Thanks."

"I love your eyes." What was she? The Wolf from Little Red Riding Hood?

"Thanks," I repeated, a smile plastered on my face. I guess smiling encouraged people to tell their life story, because that's exactly what Claire did, and God let me tell you, she can talk. Claire only paused to ask why I moved and where I came from.

She went on for the rest of the period about her fifteen 'long' years of growing, like how everyone in LA had clipped last names (as if it were a trend) except how her half brother who was a year older (his mother married her father who happened to be Jay Lyons, the ex-actor gone producer) had a really proper last name and how the Hamilton's did as well. She continued from there to talk about her friends and how one of them was Spanish (she gestured to the ceiling as if whomever that girl was would magically float down to grace us with her presence). From there it went to her love life and to who I should stay away from (I honestly thought she should have said her own name), then the bell rang.

"So who's your mom?" Claire questioned, carelessly throwing a Coach purse over her feminine shoulder. I shrugged, gathering my books and sticking a piece of hair behind my ear.

"Kendra Block." I replied as we walked into the hallway, people stared at me and I started to get the feeling that Claire was not just a nobody and that she usually didn't welcome new students let alone befriend them or care to talk to them.

"Shut up!" She yelled, I laughed and quickly covered my mouth, my laugh sounded like how you would imagine an AHAHAHAHAHA text to sound and did it justice. "First off, love the laugh and secondly no freaking way! Ugh, she has to design our prom dresses for us." I raised an eyebrow, she thought that we'd be friends until Senior year, we just met…way to plan ahead, not that I minded. "Let's head to lunch, shall we?" She gave me a joking flirtatious look and handed me her elbow to link mine with, I obliged reluctantly.

The lunch tables were unlike anything that I've ever seen before, they were glass and were embellished at the edges, all the tables sat on a beautiful wooden deck that overlooked the coast and Claire's table happened to be the prettiest, the shiniest, the largest, and the closest to the ocean.

"Hey CC!" A girl with wild red curls called, smiling brightly with her chemically whitened teeth.

"Dyl, how many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that?" Claire whined, sitting down next to her and gesturing for me to sit in front of her. "By the way, that's Massie, her madre is Kendra Block." Dylan raised her eyebrows and nodded as if she was impressed.

"My mom's pretty good friends with her, she's interviewed her tons of times." The redhead said, stabbing a salad that was drenched in Thousand Island.

"Her mom's Merri-Lee Marvil." Claire stated, lifting her tortilla wrap to her pink lips for a nibble. "She's Dylan FYI."

"Wow," I said, taking a lady-like bite out of my own wrap. A few rowdy guys came into view and I was less than surprised when they sat down at our table along with two other girls who were conversing and scolding the guys.

"Everyone, this is Massie Block." Claire announced, standing up and gesturing to me, my face burned brighter than the furnace at the cute little pizza place my dad and I used to go to back in New York. "Massie this is Danny," She gestured to her right where a boy with curly black hair and bright, bright blue eyes was sitting who waved. "This is Alicia," I assumed she was the Spanish since her more than California tan skin was sparkling and she had a very exotic beauty, "this is Kristen," A butter blonde raised her hand in recognition with a warm smile. "That next to you is Chris," a boy with short brown hair gave me a sloppy grin while shoving a burrito in his mouth. "And that's Todd, my twin brother," She shot him a dirty look and he laughed and gave me a furious wave, just to piss his sister off. Todd had reddish brown hair unlike Claire who had long, silvery blonde hair, except they both shared the same cornflower blue eyes.

After obsessing over me and finding out all about me, the conversations took a new turn when a boy with black messy hair and two mismatched eyes came over and pushed Claire's face almost into her food. He laughed heartily along with the tall curly, brown haired boy next to him who had on glasses and they high-fived.

Claire turned around with blazing eyes, "You are so...UGH!" But whoever the mystery guy was didn't pay attention to her; instead he locked eyes with me and smiled a smile that one can only dream about. Claire seemed to notice and she smirked mischievously, her eyes glinting, "Cameron, this is Massie, Massie this is my brother's stupid friend who's super dumb and a junior." I'm pretty sure stupid and dumb were the same thing, but at that moment all I could do was try my best to focus on the two mismatched eyes in front of me.

"Hey," He lifted his head and his friend grunted. "This is Kemp," he gestured carelessly towards the brunette who muttered something and then grinned, Cam hit his shoulder.

I guess summer was an end, but all endings lead to a new beginning.

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