Crystal! Crystal! Crystal!" Massie Block and her friends chanted as Crystal drank out of her 19th shot glass.
"There!" Crystal Springs- a.k.a the second hottest Hollywood teen starlet shouted. "Beat that Regina!"
Marcy King-a.k.a the third hottest Hollywood teen starlet turned an odd shad of green "Can't." she choked out.
"Then Crystal is officially the drinking queen of the Panda Club!" Massie Block- a.k.a the hottest teen Hollywood starlet yelled.
The Panda Club- a.k.a the newest, hottest teen Hollywood club- burst into cheers.
"I knew Crystal would win," Massie announced, looking at her red leather Coach watch. 1:43. A.M!!! "Shit! Is that really the time?"
"Huh?" J.C asked, staring at Massie. J.C was the hottest guy under 21- hands down. And he was Massie's best friend.
"I gotta get home! I have an important meeting about that new movie! Why else did you think I didn't drink?!" It was true. For the first night in a long time, Massie Block only had water. "Kendra will kill me!" Massie exclaimed referring to her mom/manager.
"Just sneak in. My driver can take us." J.C rolled his bloodshot eyes and took a sip of his third Panda- a drink made especially for the club.
"Your mom doesn't care what time you get in?" Massie asked as she gathered up her white tote. Shit! This was sure to be front cover of the newest gossip magazine.
"Nah," J.C replied. "She's probably out screwing Steven Spielberg." J.C absolutely hated his mom, and expressed it to anyone who would listen. And Massie had listened. Over, and over, and over.
"Your mom and Spielberg?" Massie wrinkled her nose and started walking with J.C by her side.
"Nah, she wishes she could get Spielberg. Oh, here we are." J.C led Massie to his limo.
"Thanks, J.C," Massie beamed at him.
"It's nothing." J.C opened the door.
Click.
Massie turned her head.
"What?" J.C looked at her with concern.
"I thought I heard something. It's nothing." Massie shook her head.
"You sure?" J.C questioned.
"Yeah, I'm not worried. Come on, before Kendra sneaks in and throws a fucking tantrum." Massie laughed as she and J.C walked out the door.
Massie should have been worried, because it was defiantly not nothing. In fact, that one click was what started everything.
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"Massie! What the hell?!" Kendra exclaimed as soon as the got in the door after Massie's meeting.
"Huh?" Massie asked, confused. The meeting had gone well. No, more than well. The meeting was perfect!
"Look at this!" Kendra yelled. Massie was shocked. Her mom never yelled. "Just look at it!"
Massie looked at the People magazine Kendra held. "Massie Block: Tarnished Halo?!" she read off. "What the fuck?!"
Kendra didn't even comment on Massie's language, so Massie knew that she was really mad. She flipped to page was a picture of her on one of her wasted days at the Panda, her eyes bloodshot and her appearance ghastly.
"Massie Elizabeth Block! How could you?" Kendra looked William who was calmly reading the newest issue of Fortune. "I've been trying and trying! I've let you go out with your friends, pretending that I didn't know that you were sneaking out to nightclubs! Look at this!" she yelled pointing to a picture from the night before. Massie was surrounded by empty shot glasses, and another was a picture of her drinking out of a martini glass.
Massie felt her mouth go dry. She knew that man in the white was a little suspicious! "Those shot glasses were Crystal's and that glass was water!"
"Yes on that night, Massie, but what about all these other pictures?" Kendra lifted an expertly plucked eyebrow.
"I, uh, well," Massie, faltered. She twirled a strand of dark brown hair with her finger.
"And what about the rumors about you sleeping around with all these boys?" Kendra's frown lines deepened.
Massie turned away. Her virginity was a question sometime, even to herself. "I... I don't know, Mom."
Kendra looked at her daughter. "Which is why we're done with you."
"Huh?" Massie asked.
"Your going to Westchester." William Block took a sip of his coffee.
"Westchester?" Massie said it the way her mom said trans-fat.
"Yes Massie," Kendra interrupted. "In case you've forgotten, you used to live there. Before you became a superstar." Kendra gave Massie the same Ice Queen smile that Massie always used to give the PC.
"No way," Massie rolled her eyes. "Not gonna happen. What about the movie? "
"Too bad, Massie. You didn't get the part."
"What?!" Massie yelled!
"Yet, he called back. He saw the mag. He wanted someone with a cleaner rep. You see what this is doing to your career?"
Massie thought about it. "How am I going to go? I can't go back to Westchester as Massie Freakin' Block! I can barely walk down the street, let alone make it to Country Town?"
William stood up from his chair. "Come on, sweetie. You live in Hollywood. I'm sure you could make up an identity."
"Well we have to, don't we?" Massie's publicist, Viv said as she rushed into the room.
"How did you get in?" Massie asked.
"Doesn't matter," Viv replied, pulling out her Blackberry. "Nat, get this down," she said, referring to Natalie, Massie's assistant, who had came in with her. "We need Don Juan, Blair, and Ashley," she barked, talking about Massie's hairstylist, makeup artist, and wardrobe stylist. "We need a new identity. Name Mass?"
"Marissa Blakely." Massie smiled.
"Well then, let's get this Marissa Blakely show on the road!" Viv yelled as she and Natalie walked out the door.
Massie thought about it, and the more she did, the more she liked it. Before she moved to La La Land she had promised her friends that she would keep in touch. And she did, if keeping in touch included changing all your numbers, e-mail addresses, and everything else that would help a person keep in touch. And now she could find out what happened while she was gone, and stir up some trouble.
After all, according to People, wasn't that what she did best?
