Helloooo

So, you've all probably forgotten me because I'm a liar and I'll say I'll update my stories but howdie doo a year goes by and I did crap, lol. But don't worry, I plan on making it up to you guys with a couple presents! Number one, I realized looking back on my stories I act a lot like a narrcistic jerk. (Atleast, that's how it came across to me...) I can assure you I am nothing of the sort :) lol so I'm going to fix that, I don't want to give you guys a wrong impression of me. Uhm, numero dos, I am revamping Secrets, Whispers, Revenge: The Sequel! as you probably guessed already by the title. I also realized looking back on my stories is that the writing seemed...awful to me, I honestly don't understand why you guys kept reading but I am so flattered that you did! I'm going to try and make them a whole lot more enjoyable. And lastly nombre trois, I will stop rambling and give you the revamption of a story you all have known...Secrets, Whispers, Revenge...The Sequel. (Ironically complaining about being a narcisist and here I am say 'I' seven million times in one paragraph! WOO!)

Psychhhh i have more to say, yay! Uhm, this is also going to be a little bit different from the old story as well, probably not so much in the first two chapters or so, but definetly later on...alright now im done :)

I really hope you guys can forgive me, and read this again; I'll bake you cookies if you do!*

*double psych, but you will have my eternal love :)

Secrets, Whispers, Revenge: The Sequel *Revamped* ~~ This Is Totally The Way I Want To Spend The Last Day of My Summer...

The Block Estate

Sunday, September 4th, 4:55 PM

"You're the only thing I never knew I needed..."

Massie Block hesitantly pushed the space button on her MacBook pausing on the end credits of her new favorite movie 'The Princess and the Frog' and looked at her bedroom door. She could hear her mother grunting as she walked up the stairs, and that made Massie automatically roll her eyes. She felt bad about it, but her mom wasn't just pregnant, she was only four months pregnant. And she wasn't quite sure about other families, but on her mother's side, the women don't even start showing until a little after their second trimester. Massie closed her laptop and placed it on the ground by her bed. Ever since her mother found out she was pregnant she just became so. freaking. annoying. Her mother used the thing growing inside of her as an excuse to not do anything around the house (not like she did before, but now she had a 'reason'.), it was an excuse to bitch about everything and it was an excuse for her to act like she was gaining tremendous ammounts of weight when she'd only gained like five pounds.

The new baby was already bringing hell to the Block household. Massie jumped under her covers and pulled them up to her chin. After lying that way for a moment, she turned on her side, facing her bedroom door, and pulled out her arm over the covers. She looked more believeable that way. She heard three knocks on the door, and Massie mustered up her best, most fake cough she could and said 'Yes?'.

"Massie? Let's go darling, guests have been here for about an hour already." Kendra Block said. Massie tried not to seem disbelieved that her mother didn't even comment on the obvious sickness in her daughter, just in case Kendra walked in through the door. But seriously, what if Massie had pneumonia or something else that could be fatal as well?

Massie sometimes saw herself to be an actress. Sexy like Scarlett Johansson, with an edgy side like Kristen Stewart, but also a cute, baby side like Dakota Fanning. And then with amazing acting skills like Sandra Bullock or Angelina Jolie or Gwenyth Paltrow...The point being that Massie felt like she had the experience (and the looks) to get out of anything-anything she wanted to.

In the most mousy voice she could muster, that sounded just a little bit phlegmy but not really gross, she let out just a barely audible "Mommy, I don't think I feel so good.". The line was a classic. Massie recited it perfectly; she could have won an Emmy for it. "Is it okay if I stay in bed?"

"Aww sweetie," Her mother said through the door. Massie mentally gave herself a high five. She was not only getting that Emmy but an Oscar as well. Kendra slowly opened the door and walked in, moving closer to Massie's bed, and looking her daughter in the eye."What, do you have a case of the bullshits?"

Ugh. Massie rolled her eyes at her mother and threw her covers off of her. She jumped off her bed and brushed past her mother into her closet. "How about you come down stairs," Her mother continued as she turned to walk out of Massie's bedroom, "And I'll give you a spoonful of suck it up, and I'm sure you'll feel much better." Massie thumbed through her cocktail dresses which lived in the back of her enormous walk-in closet, rolling her eyes at her door after Kendra closed it behind her. She couldn't wait until her mom dropped her kid.

"Hurry up and get ready dear, your friends are waiting for you." Massie heard her mother start to walk away, but then heard the footsteps coming back towards the door. "If you're not down in the next five minutes, you're grounded missy."

As Massie took a step back, and looked at her cocktail dresses at a distance, she could feel her heart start to pound faster. Yeah, she really did not want to go and speak with her dad's buisness partners but atleast she could put up with that. And she really did not want to hear about Dylan Marvil's latest break up with her on-again-off-again boyfriend, or about how Derek Harrington is just the most absolute, fucking awesome boyfriend in the whole damn world, or about soccer, or whatever came out of her friends mouths. But because they could put up with her, she had to put up with them. However, there was one thing that kept her up in her room, one thing that she didn't think she could deal with.

She finally selected a light blue cocktail dress, her only cocktail dress that wasn't too babyish and wasn't too skanky, and jumped out of her pajamas and into the dress. she walked into her bathroom and looked in the mirror. She had a messy hair style, but it kind of looked good, and Massie didn't really feel like getting classy this afternoon. She walked out of her room and down the stairs into the foyer of her home. She watched her mom standing in the living room for a few moments, looking from one of Massie's dad's buisness partners to the clock every thirty seconds. It kind of amused her that Kendra actually thought she was going to ground her precious little angel. Massie walked into the kitchen, hoping to avoid a conversation with her father's buisness partner whose ten-year-old daughter just under went a liposuction procedure and was 'recovering nicely'. Ick, she did not need to hear that story again.

Massie noticed her friends, hovering over the cheese station in the far right corner of her kitchen, gossiping about something. She began to make her way over there, when she felt a small tug on her arm. A knot grew in Massie's stomach and when she turned around to see who had grabbed her arm, the know grew bigger.

"What's up?" Josh Hotz, Massie's boyfriend of five months breathed, as he stuffed his hands in his pants pocket. She didn't want to admit it-not to anyone, and most importantly not even to herself-but she and Josh were knid of having problems. It seemed like the honeymoon period of their relationship was over, it just wasn't fun anymore. Oh, and by 'problems' and 'honeymoon period' Massie of course meant that Josh, for some reason, was no longer doing whatever Massie told him to do, when she said it.

"Oh nothing," Massie replied, bringing her hands together in front of her dress.

"How's the party going, I just got here." Massie fought the urge to roll her eyes. See? This is what she's talking about, she distinctly told him that the party began at 4 PM sharp, and here he is, strolling in an hour late. Yeah, she shouldn't be talking, because she did just finish watching 'The Princess and the Frog' five times straight, but still. When they first started dating, Josh probably would have been here at, like, 3:30, to help the caterers with final touches.

Massie forced a smile, and said: 'It's going fine.' and then it was jsut silence between them. That was also another problem, they didn't even talk anymore.

Before she could feel anymore uncomfortable, Massie spoke up. "Could you get me a drink please?"

Massie couldn't believe this was actually her boyfriend. Yeah, he was the sexiest 17 year-old in all of Westchester, New York and was completely rocking his 'Will Smith-in-Men In Black' look with the suit he was wearing, but what. the. hell. He just stood there looking at the drink table, and Massie totally saw his lips about to purse so he could say 'no' or 'nah' or something else negative, until he saw Derek Harrington and Griffin Hastings walk over to the drink table. Then he said: 'Yeah, no problem,' without even looking at her and walked over to his friends. Five months ago, he could have walked the five feet to the drink station for his girlfriend, without the need of his friends. Disgusted, Massie turned around and walked to her friend, making a place for herself in between Kristen Gregory and Claire Lyons.

"Look who decided to come to her own party!" Dylan smiled at Massie. She flashed a 'screw you!' smile back at her red-headed friend before picking up an unidentifiable, white cheese and throwing it into her mouth.

"My boyfriend's a douche." Massie said, mid-way into chewing.

"Oh boo-hoo, atleast you have one." Alicia Rivera scoffed. Massie sensed the resentfulness in Alicia's tone, but she still gave her Spanish...acquaintance a slight death glare. Yeah, whatever, Massie took Alicia's ex, boo hoo. Claire took Massie's and they're still chill, plus, Alicia burned down part of Massie's house. (And because of Massie and Alicia being such good friends 'there was noooo way Mr. Block could let Mr. Rivera pay for the damamges'. That was just riciculous.) So in Massie's eyes, Alicia had nothing to bitch about.

"Why, what's up?" Claire chimed in, averting Massie's attention.

"He's not doing what I say..." As the words flowed out of her mouth, she felt like a little baby and her friends and aquaintance saw that too.

"So, you're angry that he's your boyfriend and not your bitch?" Dylan giggled. Massie rolled her eyes and smiled and her friends and aquaintance began to giggle too. Massie knew all she needed to do was hang out with her friends (and aquaintance...) and she'd feel a lot better. She knew she'd been freaking out over nothing with Josh. "You have nothing to worry about, Mass." Dylan continued.

"Yeah, unless, you know it's how you and Derek were right before you guys broke up." Kristen added.

Or maybe she did have something to worry about.

"Because, I might worry then..." Kristen giggled as she placed a cheese cube in her mouth, then looked at her circle of friends. "Just kidding!" She added, as if she just realized what she just said.

As Massie thought about it, it was exactly how she and Derek ended. The honeymoon period ended; he stopped doing what she asked him to do, when she asked it; they stopped talking, and the next thing she knew she had a voicemail of him breaking up with her and he proceeded to tongue rape Olivia Ryan.

Massie tilted her head, and looked as if she were concentrating intently on the cheese display in front of her. Were she and Josh about to break up?

"Here," Massie turned around, into her boyfriend, and she felt a cool liquid dripping down her body. She looked down and watched some red drink spread across her light, powder blue, not too babyish, not too skanky, cocktail dress. But she actually didn't care. All of sudden napkins were thrust too her, she heard her boyfriend curse, thinking he was about to be royally screwed, she heard her friends curse and snicker thinking they were about to witness her royally screw her boyfriend, and then she felt really uncomfortable with the whole situation.

She and her boyfriend were probably about to break up.

And he stained her five-thousand dollar dress too.

"Uhm," With Massie's mutter, her friends, everything around her became silent. It was as if the world wanted to witness her kill her boyfriend. "You know what? It's cool, I'll jsut get it dry cleaned, or something."

"What?" Dylan said disappointed. Massie walked past Josh, towards her stairs, only to be stopped by him before she walked up them.

"Are you okay?" He asked. He deeply looked concerned, and Massie almost shouted: 'Hallelujah!'. That was the compasion she needed these past couple of weeks, and all she had to do was spill on a multi-thousand dollar dress?

"Yeah, totally," Massie gave a not too convincing smile. "But, uh, you can leave if you want."

"What?" Josh said, after Massie walked up about five steps.

"Yeah, you don't look like you really want to be here, so it's fine. You can go. I'll just see you at school tomorrow." He didn't say anything after that, so Massie continued up the stairs and into her room, closing the door behind her. She walked up to her mirror and looked at the stain more closely. It was really bad, it made Massie feel even sadder about it. She didn't even think it was possible to clean it. She whipped her head around when she began to hear footsteps coming towards her room. A smile began to spread across her face. Josh really did care, God, she was so paranoid! They weren't breaking up, she was again, just being rdiculous.

"Massie!" Her mother yelled, slamming open the door, and Massie's smile disappeared so fast. That was depressing. "I told you to get ready and go downstairs!"

"I did, Mom, but then Josh-" Massie was about to tell her story, pointing at the completely obvious stain on her dress but her mom cut her off.

"I don't want to hear your lies Massie! It's one cocktail party, and you had to ruin your custom made, Max Azria dress because you didn't want to be bothered? Do you know how long it took me to convince him to make that for you and you put crap all over it to make it look like your boyfriend spilled something on you?"

Massie suddenly figured out which side of the family her paranoia came from. "Mom, I seriously went down there and-"

"I don't care about what you have to say, I'm not going to believe it." Kendra started to walk out of the room and said: 'You're grounded.' before closing the door after her.

Massie jaw dropped, she couldn't believe this was happening. There was no better way for her to start the new school year.

She sat down on her bed, picked up her laptop and started her movie over. Maybe if she watched a princess movie again, she'd start to feel like one again.

Yay for first chapters woo! Uhm, so also I should note the previous story, SWR 1, will also be revamped, with a little bit of changes as well. One of the major ones is that Todd is not Claire's brother. Just so you know. :) It, however, won't be done until I finish this one, but you know, I won't change it so much so that the sequel doesn't make sense or whatever. IDK lol. So...I'll probably do one or two stories a week, I'll try to keep that up but yeah, this'll be funn!

Love ya guys!

~Luffely