It had been 5 years since Massie Block had last seen the PC. 5 years,lots of heartbreak and london drama later she had somehow found herself leaning agianst her old bff Claire Lyons dorm door at NYU. Their plan was simple enough, they'd take a shiny train down to Westchester, reunite with friends for a quick breezy summer and then Massie would return to FIT in NYC and Claire to NYU. Simple, was not something Massie did.
Derrick leaned casually against his door frame, blonde hair flopping over his left eye, as he waited for his best friend, and team mate, Cam Fisher, to finish packing up his dorm at NC State.
Cam nervously texted Claire as him and Derrick left for the car ride home
C
On my way can't wait to see you
-C.
His heart skipped a beat when she responded with a quick smiley emoji, stop it Fisher, he scolded himself, its been forever since you've seen her, things change,people change.
Take Massie Block for example. Last he saw of her she was strutting her way down a jet aisle,waiting to fly away to London, boy was he in for a surprise.
Massie did look different, Claire could see that, Massie's auburn hair had been streaked with darker strands and her amber eyes flickered with gold instead of green. Her style sense had evolved, now dressed in tight Sevens jeans and a black camisole with a BCBG white fitted blazer over top, fusica pearls giving the outfit a spalsh of color,that so happened to match with her stilettos. Claire looked different too, she'd grown her hair out, it almost touched her butt, and it had bleached strips in it. Her blue eyes had lightened to a mysterious grey and her fashion choices had matured. She grabbed her black suitcase, oulled on her NYU fitted sweatshirt, checked her lght washed Sevens for lint and then met Massie at the door.
Derrick had never been one for hooking up, never been a guy who preferred sex over a steady relationship. That hadnt changed, college hadnt corrupted him. Yet, he supposed. He pulled at his black polo and casually threw his hand in the back pocket of his designer dark wash slouchy jeans. Cam joined him, wrestling his soccer warm up jacket on and throwing Derrick the keys.
A few hours later, the train pulled up to the fancy station, and Massie gave herself a once over; hair-check,lipgloss-check,killer outfit-check check and check. She rolled her Louie suitcase out from under her plush first class seat and impaitiently waited for Claire to join her. Claire gave her old best friend an apologetic smile as she came off the train
"Sorry, my bag got stuck."
"Its kay. Lets leave." Massie admonished and the girls strolled towards the awaiting range rover.
Halfway across the country Alicia Rivera boarded her flight from Pepperdine, intent on having a relaxing vacation away from the Calfornia sun bleached blondes.
Alicia was hotwith a capital H. Her tan skin glowing from the Cal sun, her strew of boyfriends clinging to her and hanging on to her every word. Her dark tresses long and tangled with the smell of delux sea salt rinse. She was hoping this summer she could relax, hole up in New York and catch up on sleep.
Kristen sighed as she rolled her suitcase to her mother's apartment, Yale was her home now, and if she had a choice taht's where'd she'd be.
"Is that you Kris?"
Like a memory from the past, Kristen turned around slowly, afraid of what would happen next. She really didnt have anything to be afraid of as Dempsey gave her a friendly hug and started to ask formalities.
"How have you been?"
Of course thats his first question, leave it to good ole Dempsey to ask the one question she didnt have an answer for. She could tell him how she'd caught her now ex boyfriend and her ex yale bestie in bed. Or how she'd been benched on the soccer team, or how she was killing herself as a pre med student. Btu instead she gave him a thin smile,
"Im fine. How are you?"
Dylan Marvil was not one to turn down food, so when the flight attendant offered her another bag of peanuts, she happily obliged. School was stressful, but Texas was party school central, so she didnt have pent up anixety. She sat in her cushy seat, day dreaming about her hot football playing boyfriend, complete with a southern accent and a talent in the bed...wow she was getting sketchy... was probaly at a campus rave, enjoying his on campus summer plans. She figured nothing back at home could beat that drama filled time, boy was she wrong.