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When you are born in a family of criminals...

December 28th, Two business men found dead in Paris's Grand Hotel. Both shot twice in the chest, detectives suspect Russian/Italian mafia behind murder.

and you are the only clean one...

"YES I HAVE A NEW BOYFRIEND! WELL, WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO? KILL HIM TOO?! WHY CANT YOU EVER JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!"

blending in would be the only thing you will try to do...

"Why did you move?"

"Well... My parents were farmers before, but now they decided to take over the family business"

but when you get caught in a romance with the wrong person...

"You never told me what your parents did for a living!"

"Well, the Harringtons have been cops for generations now"

things will definitely get messy.

" Now. We have two choices. we either move town or get rid of that family."

Criminal Minds.

The Plaza Hotel
The Terrace Suite
January 21st
10.00 AM

Bang. Bang. That was the sound that she could never get out of her head. A week had passed since she saw her father shoot her boyfriend mercilessly twice on the chest, his signature move with his golden gun. She remembered running towards her dead boyfriend, and holding his body for the last time before her father pulled her away. Bang Bang. That heartbreaking two shots. All because he was getting some suspicions on her family. Two shots, and he was dead. Two damn shots. Then all she knew was that she was on her dad's private jet to New York City, then in the Plaza Hotel in front of Central Park locked in her room for five days in a row.

"Massie Block. It's time to get out of this hotel and start living life again" a woman who barged in her room said. She had the features of a gorgeous Russian woman with pale skin and dark hair, with reddish lipstick on her perfect collagen lips.

"My name is nawt Massie Block" she said. "It's Francesca Carducci"

"Wrong. It might not be Massie Block, but neither it was Francesca Carducci or Sophie Laurent, but you never really had a problem on calling yourself those names" the woman said.

"Whatever. You killed my boyfriend"

"Wrong again. Your dad did. I killed his mother to make it look like his mother killed him and then suicided."

"You are sick people" Massie said.

"Anyway, Get ready, we are going shopping in Fifth Avenue" Kendra said.

"I do nawt feel like shopping" Massie whined.

"You will once you get to see the place we are going to live in from tomorrow"

"WhaT? Where is it that we're staying?"

"Some place called Westchester" Kendra said.

"Ew"

Westchester, New York
The Block's Estate
Thursday January 23rd
07.00 AM

"Massie it's time to wake up. You're starting school today" Massie heard. School? Hell no.

"WHAT?"

"Yes, and we also got a small prezzy for you" Kendra and William said to Massie. "Look outside the window" Massie got up, she loved her surprises, they were always huge no matter how small her parents said they were. She looked out of her window and saw a shiny and bright red Ferrari parked on the driveway.

"Ehmahgawd. A Ferrari! Thank you!" Massie said hugging her parents. She then realized her mistake by accepting the gift, that meant that she had just forgiven him.

"I'm guessing that now all is forgotten." William said as he hugged his daughter back. Massie didn't bother to answer, because if she said what she actually meant, he would have taken the car away and give it as a hand me down to one of his assistants.

"I gotta go get ready for school." Massie said, as she sent them out of her huge yet kind of empty bedroom, all she had for the moment was a huge princess bed with purple Ralph Lauren sheets that contrasted against the white wall and lots of boxes on the corner of the room. She went to the bathroom which was intergrated in the room as the walk in closet was, and took her tooth brush and started brushing her teeth. She then jumped in the shower, and washed her body and hair with a Frederik Fekkai shampoo, rinse and her body with the body wash, and got out of the room wrapping a towel around her body. She took a shopping bag from Saks Fifth Avenue from one of the corners and looked for clothes, she then found the perfect outfit for that day which was a Vena Cava silk goa dress, a pair of Woldorf black 100 den tights, and a pair of Christian Loubutin grey pumps, and a Chole Large Cindy Patent black leather tote. She dried her hair with her favorite hairdrier and put some body cream from Jo Malone. She put on a set of Chantelle boudoir lingerie, her lucky pair, and then her Woldorf tights, her dress, then decided to put on her Commes des Garcons wool grey cardigan. She put on her shoes and then started with her make up. She needed no cover up or foundation, so she went directly to eyes. She put on a line of black Dior eyeliner and a coat of Dior show mascara. She then put some blush from Clinique and a few coats of red lipstick from Chanel. She took a look at herself in the mirror, and decided that she looked close enough to perfect. She grabbed an Yves Saint Laurent black patent leather long continental wallet and put it inside the Chloe large patent leather tote, as well as her iPhone and her make up bag. As she was about to go out, she realized that she had completely forgotten about accessories.
She looked through her shopping bags, and finally found the one she was looking for, a lilac and black colored Bergdorf Goodman's bag, with inside lots of hard cover boxes made of black and red velvet. She then finally took out a David Yurman Gold Chatelaine Y Necklace with a few canary diamonds, and put it around her neck. She then put on her Burberry camel colored knee-length coat and got out of the house with her keys. She would have eaten breakfast at school, whatever. As she looked at the map to the school which her dad's assistant had printed off for her and left inside the Ferrari, she noticed that it was going to be just a ten minutes ride maximum, perfect, she didn't have to wake up too early.

When she got to the school her parents had enroll her in, she parked her Ferrari in front of the school as she noticed everybody just staring at her and whispering in their friend's ears not taking their eyes off the bright red extravagant car wondering who was inside the tinted windows. She gave a last touch of lipstick, fixed her hair, and stepped out of the car with her left Christian Louboutin first.
She put on her favorite white original Rayban Wayfarers, and looked around the school. Not bad, she thought. The buildings were really antique and very well taken care of, the grass was beautiful, and the people seemed to look decent and lookable. Wasn't this a private school? Why were they all like staring at her like they had never seen a Ferrari? Probably their fathers had one in their garage somewhere, right? This school costed like 50 thousand dollars a year! She ignored all the people staring at her and walked towards the main building, and headed towards the reception, where a woman with crispy hair and a pair of vintage glasses was on the computer fixing something.

"Excuse me" Massie said, when she realized that the receptionist didn't really hear her.

"Oh, I'm sorry, how can I help you?"

"Well, I am new here" Massie said taking her sunglasses off and holding them in her hand.

"Oh, you must be Massie Block" the woman asked/stated. Massie nodded as if it was obvious. "Here is your student ID car, you go to one of those ATM like kiosks, and put the ID inside. Print off everything you need."

"Thank you" Massie said politely, and walked off to those ATM-Like-Kiosks and printed out the timetable. She had homeroom with Monsieur Jacques who was also her French teacher. It was in the first floor and room number five. She walked off towards her homeroom. The glass doors opened by themselves, and she could see the classroom from outside. She could see girls in skinny jeans, mini skirts, and shorts with tights and button down shirts, cardigans, all to make a good impression to the teachers, so they could get a decent grade without trying. But didn't always work that way, especially if everybody acted that way. 'Fake Smart' she hated those kinds of people. Couldn't they just study more instead of making a scene by wearing 'geekier' outfits now that geeky was fashionable?
She got inside the classroom and walked towards Monsieur Jacques, who FYI, was a total hottie.

"You must be Massie Block, welcome to BOCD high, Eleventh grade. I am Monsieur Jacques, but everybody calls me Jack, you can sit next to Kemp Hurley, the boy with the summer afro, and he can show you around school, right KEMP??" Jack said when he noticed this new girl walking towards him.

"Yeah, whatever man" the boy who was apparently Kemp shouted not really caring, he was wearing a Polo jacket, black trousers from Hugo Boss and a grey tee shirt. He was pretty hot. She walked towards him, who was playing with a zippo lighter. "DAMN. I didn't get a close look at you before, but girl, you are FINE" ok, first of all, total turn off, he was not in the hot list anymore.

"Kemp, right?" Massie asked sweetly, with a nice closed smile in her face.

"Damn right, I am. The one and only, you'll hear this name quiet a lot in this school" Kemp said to Massie stretching his arms with his hands under his head.

"Kemp, are you an ambular vendor?" Massie asked still with the same fake sweet tone she had before.

"Hell no" He said disgusted like a spoilt bitch.

"Then why would you ever think that I am interested?" Massie said with her tone, gone away, and back to the bitchy tone she had when she was speaking to her father these days. Everybody around the two were ooooooh-ing and laughing at Kemp's humiliation that he received. Most of them admiring the new girl's courage, who was dissing the most powerful guy in school.

"Kemp, she really showed you!" one of the boys who were sitting around him said. Kemp looked mad, and ignored the comment. "Maybe I should show her around instead of you"

"Go ahead. This one doesn't interest me anyway" Kemp lied. Massie knew he was lying and the rest of the class knew that as well. Massie smiled, like little miss perfect, and sat down on a table behind the guy that proposed to guide her.

"I'm Derrick Harrington, by the way. Nice to meet you" Derrick shook hands with Massie.

"Massie Block"

"Where are you from?" Derrick asked curious.

"Uhm- Well... I was born in France, and then I moved to Italy, now I'm here" Massie explained.

"France, Italy, so very European, I like it" Derrick said nodding with approval. Then the bell rang, Massie got up holding her Chloe bag and waited for Derrick Harrington to show her around.

"So, this is BOCD. Used to be a girls only private school, untill the brother school, Briarwood has drowned. Now it's a co-ed school as you can see. Well, your locker is number 304, which is right in front of mine. Right now, you have Math in the top group, wow, smart girl I see.. I'll walk you to the class"

"So, where are you living now, Massie?" Derrick asked. His shaggy dirty blonde hair looked really clean which was so unusual for a boy, and his clothes smelled like clean laundry and Armani perfume. She loved it. It reminded her of her boyfriend.

"Well, do you know blue street? There is a really big really white palace in there, well, that's my house" Massie said. Derrick immediately looked impressed, that street was only for real families, old money, blue blooded families, nobody in the middle class or lower high class could afford such a house, only really rich people could. So if she could, it meant that she was extremely wealthy. "How about you?"

"Oak Street." Derrick said. It wasn't exactly a bad location, it was for the upper and middle class people mostly, but it was nothing compared to Blue street. In Derrick's circle of friends, honestly, Massie was the first blue girl. Alicia Rivera, she was a neuveau riche, which meant she was new money. And also was Dylan Marvil and Claire Lyons who wasn't even that rich. All the daughters of blue blood families went to the French girls school called Chateau. But the sons all went to either BOCD or l'École Française de Westchester. Cam Fisher was a Blue Boy. His family had been part of the elite society for centuries now. And the house he lived in in Blue Street had been around for a hundred and five years now. Also Kemp Hurley was blue blood, and he also lived in blue street. His family own a bank or something like that.

"Well, here is your maths class, have fun" Derrick said. He then looked through the glass automatic doors, and checked if any of his friends were in that class. He saw Kristen sitting down on the fifth row. "Hey, meet a friend of mine," He said as he got inside the class. "Hey Kristen!" Derrick shouted. She immediately turned around making her blonde middle length hair swing.

"Derrick!" Kristen said with a huge smile in her face. "What's up"

"Hey, I'd like you to meet my friend over here, she's new to school, and she has math with you. Take care of her." Derrick said giving a really cute smile. Massie and Kristen shook hands and she sat right next to the sporty blonde. She had a feeling that they were going to become really good friends.

Lunch Time, BOCD High
The Cafeteria
13.00

"TEN PM. MY HOUSE. TOMORROW NIGHT. BRING BOOZE. YOU KNOW WHERE I LIVE" Kemp Hurley said outloud from table 18 to table 23. The A-List tables. It was around thirty people he had invited untill now, and all he had to do now spread word around the A-List crowd in L'ecole Francais and Chateau. It would have been a major party. He had his house all for himself like always and what he wanted to do was throw a party in every special occasion. He then sat down on table 18, the best table ever, with all the most powerful A-Listers in the school, and started eating a sandwhich.

"Hey guys!" Kemp heard Kristen greet everybody, he looked at her, and saw new girl next to her with a tray with sushi on it, and a San Pellegrino water. This girl was well educated. She knew that only the A-List people could afford San Pellegrino everyday, while the rest drank the mediocre Evian water or Fiji. She was a natural rich. "Everybody, this is Massie Block, new to school" Everybody greeted the new girl.

"So, this is the time for questions, after lunch, we won't ask so many questions in one time anymore" Dylan Marvil said as Massie Block sat down next to Kristen and Derrick.

"Go ahead" Massie said opening the box with Sushi and starting to use the chopsticks.

"Where were you born?" Claire Lyons asked.

"Paris"

"What is your family's job?" Alicia asked. Massie thought about it carefully.

"My parents own an entertainment company they have inherited from my grandad, it has been going on since the 1950s" Massie quickly made up an excuse. Lying about her life was the funnest thing about moving to a new town.

"Cool. Where do you live?" Dylan asked.

"Blue Street. The huge white palace" Massie said calmly. Alicia's eyes widened with envy. This girl was like freaking perfect. Alicia might be pretty and rich, but she didn't live in Blue Street, the only place she would actually kill to live in. She had the money, but nobody would sell a house to a neaveu riche like her. Trust me, her parents had tried. A lot of times. Massie felt the hint of jealousy Alicia was sending her. Of course, Massie was super rich, but her parents were Mafia bosses, that was how they managed to buy that huge white palace in the middle of this elite street, they had their ways to convince people. They had been since the 1950s, she wasn't going to inherit an enterntainment company like she said. She was going to inherit the golden gun that her great granfather had passed to her grandfather, that was passed to her father, unless the 'Blocks' had a boy, which was possible because Kendra was only 36 and had Massie and got married to William when she was 19. They just had to hurry having a kid now.

"Did you move to Westchester from Paris?" Claire asked admiring Massie's perfection.

"No, I was born in Paris, I moved to Barcelona, Milan, then New York for a week before coming here" Massie said.

"Barcelona?? I'm from Barcelona!" Alicia said with excitement. Massie made no reaction.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Dylan asked the question all the boys were dying to know the answer of. Did she have a boyfriend? What was she supposed to say? Yes? No? He died? He got killed by daddy dearest?

"Well... That's a good question..." Massie said still thinking about what to say. All the boys had now lost hope. "I used to. He died before I left" Massie finally sugar coated her answer.

"Oh, I'm sorry" Dylan apologized about bring out such a private question.

"No, It's fine. I'll have to face the truth anyway, it was just about time" Massie said putting a fake smile on.

"We want to see your house. You see none of us girls live in Blue Street, I think it's time for us to expand our horizons and live like real blue girls from now on since we have you as friend" Claire Lyons said honestly, yet sweetly.

"Sure. Come today, but just to say, It's still a mess we just moved in yesterday" Massie said.

"No problem, we'll help you fix your room" Alicia said excited about finally stepping foot inside the house of a real Blue GIRL. Not a blue boy. "Meet you as soon as the last bell rings in front of the big OAK" Alicia couldn't wait to see that place. If the PC and Massie were going to be BFFs, they would totally upgrade from spoilt rich new money girls lifestyle to spoilt rich old money lifestyle. And she couldn't wait for that to happen.

So this chapter is about Massie settling down. Next chapter will be more focused on the boys and Massie.
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