"Let me tell you something about my little brother," Sammy Harrington started. "He's lost in a world of fakes. That's what all of the second generation are here in Westchester. They're filled with girls who think everything they say is copyrighted to them."
"Oh Sammy, that's not all," Harris Fisher added. "Since when did the girls control all of the boys? Man, I'm embarrassed of these guys. We, men, are not whipped."
"I may be an only child but look at this way you guys," Skye Hamilton said. "The more they mess up the more chances we get to swoop in and show them how the real Westchester kids do it."
"They're a bunch of screw-ups I tell you!" Sammy yelled. "Generations of Westchester residence and most of them are just throwing it away just like that. How on Earth will they decide who gets to throw the freshman class party? Who will show them the ropes when all they care about is their looks? Oh God, Chris, I wasn't this superficial, was I?"
"Of course not sweetheart," Chris Abeley smiled at his five year girlfriend. "You were way worse, but you grew up. Sammy, that's what our siblings have to do. They have to grow up."
The four of them looked out of the Harrington's living room window just in time to see Claire and Derrick enter another spat. This was when the second generation just started the seventh grade.
Fifteen year old Derrick Harrington sat his computer with his fingers hovering over his Macbook's keyboard. He was in a semi-long term relationship with Claire Lyons. Wait, how could it be long term if it's semi? Oh yeah, they always find their way back to one another after every single break up the Claire initiates. He was getting tired of Claire and her bossy act. She wasn't the same girl his parents set him up on a play date so many years ago. He was really having a hard time deciding whether or not to reply to his so-called girlfriend or his girl-friend that he met this summer at camp. His sister thought it was funny to volunteer him as a counselor at the camp his little brother was going to. He was a counselor who had a counselor. It was like the camp runners didn't trust the counselors.
That was when he met Massie Block. She was running away from kids in the game Tag while he was running away from his little brother's booger infested fingers. They ran right into each other. It shocked him that she wasn't mad. She was only a bit upset that she was tagged it because she fell. If he accidentally knocked any of the Westchester girls to the floor they would immediately start complaining about their new toned butt being in pain. Derrick laughed at the memory and decided to reply to Massie first. Claire Lyons, his girlfriend, can wait.
To: Massie (:
From: Derrick
Subject: No Way that's So Cool!
Body: Mister Massie Block that's amazing. I didn't even know your dad lived here. I should have guessed though. Well I'm a guy and you always say guys aren't as smart as girls. So you can't blame me for not making the connection between you and William Block. Won't you miss California? Disneyland, man! The happiest place on earth, I bet you'll miss that. Can't wait when you fly in today, I'll be your own personal tour guide. You remember Cam Fisher right? He's the weird kid with weird eyes in my Facebook picture. He'll be with me when we go get you from the airport. You're flying into the Westchester County Airport, right? Guess what I smell Massie! Mother dearest's chocolate cookies from scratch, duty calls I must go eat them. I hope you reply soon, bye.
P.S. I did call you a mister on purpose.
She had her followers and her friends but she wasn't happy. Why wasn't she happy? It was a question she couldn't even answer herself. She felt so empty. She had her ah-dorable boyfriend too. She was the alpha and he was the alpha. What was missing? Claire Stacey Lyons ruled over everyone even when she was still in pull-ups. But what happens when everything starts slipping away from her? It's not her fault Derrick Harrington decides to talk to some girl from the West Coast. It's not her fault she's a bit too bossy her friends can't take it anymore. It's not her fault her parents decide to cut her off for a month so she would learn her lesson. It's not her fault that she's secretly in love with Cam Fisher ever since he stood up to her in the fourth grade. It's not her fault that Claire Stacey Lyons isn't really cut out to be an Alpha. But hey, that can be her little secret because as far as everyone knows she's still ruling until the day the new girl shows up. Oh, and it's definitely not her fault when she breaks up with Derrick for not replying to her email! He will be sorry for not replying in the one hour time limit. Who can he possibly be talking to?
Claire turned off her laptop and placed it on her Pottery Barn table. There was less than two weeks left in summer and Alicia has yet to organize the end of summer shopping spree. This was why Claire was perfect. When she was given a task she would do her best and organize it as soon as possible. She would be done and ready to go before you can even say ASAP. She would have to have a talk with Alicia. Maybe, just maybe, she should strip Alicia from this event and give it to someone more deserving. She should give it to herself. She knew she was way too generous for giving it to Alicia in the first place.
"I'm too nice for my own good," Claire smiled as she ran her hand through her white blonde hair.
That reminded her that she needed to go get her hair done before school starts. She had let her hair grow past her shoulders and that was unacceptable if she was going to start high school. She wanted to get her hair like Selena Gomez's new short hair craze.
She heard her phone start singing Lady Gaga's Bad Romance. She walked over to her iPhone that sat patiently on her night stand.
"Hello, this is Claire," Claire spoke sweetly into her bedazzled phone.
"It's Dylan, I have to talk to you about your boyfriend," Dylan exclaimed from the other line.
"First of all, whatever you have to tell me can wait until you put whatever potato chip bag that you're eating down. That's just gross. I don't need to hear you eating while you talk," Claire commanded.
"You're physic, Claire. Ehmagawd, I just saw your boyfriend get into the Cadillac, like the big car. His dad is driving, and you know his dad never personally drives unless it's something super important. I saw them going down their street and turned on Eight Avenue so my assumption is that they're going to pick up Cam too," Dylan explained.
Claire was thinking the entire time. She was wondering where Derrick would be going to. How come he didn't tell her? She wasn't surprised Cam was involved because he's like Derrick's brother from another mother.
"That's not all! He had a plate of cookies in his hands. I can't believe he wouldn't share his Mom's famous cookies with me. We're neighbors and it's like tradition," Dylan cried out.
"Bye Dylan," Claire said and hastily hung up. Something is fishy and Claire will find out. She always does.
"Flight 23 from Los Angeles, California is now arriving at Terminal 3," The intercom announced.
"That's her Cam, that's her flight!" Derrick punched Cam's arm in excitement.
"What's the big deal anyways? You told me she wasn't even that cute." Cam Fisher looked at Terminal 3 patiently.
"I told you that because Claire was there, does that ring a bell?" Derrick explained.
"Yeah, Claire, your girlfriend, does that ring a bell?" Cam shot back.
The boys were so caught up on their bickering that they didn't notice the girl that was standing in front of them. She blinked her amber eyes a few times and cocked her head to the side.
"Gee Derrick, I know it's been over a month but I didn't know you wouldn't recognize me." She finally spoke.
"There you are Massie!" Derrick screamed.
"I'm right here. There's no need to scream." She laughed.
Yes, she was right there. His summer camp friend was standing there right in front of him. In all of her designer down-to-earth glory, she truly was standing in front of him. He didn't actually think they would see each other again but now she was going to Westchester High for the year.
"Hi, I'm Massie Block," Massie smiled and extended her hand so Cam could shake it.
"I'm Cam Fisher," Cam gave her a high five instead.
Massie Block smoothed out her BCBG ivory jersey beaded one shoulder top as they walked to the airport parking lot. Her black True Religion skinny jeans complimented her long legs and her Miu Miu peep toe pumps made her an extra three inches taller. She was still shorter than the boys though. She walked ahead of the boys and talked with Derrick's dad. He knew her dad and they grew up together. She was listening to him tell her about the time he took the blame for something her dad had done in elementary school. She smiled because she had really missed her dad.
Cam and Derrick were both thinking the same thing. Massie Block was undoubtedly pretty, and that was an understatement. They also knew she was Claire's next target of destruction. This was not good.
AN: I don't know (: It's my first Fanfiction. I really don't know where I got the idea. I was just listening to the song and thought of maybe this semi-plot. Hahaha. Yes, I've always disliked Claire. Sorry to say so, she's just too whiny for me.
Background information about Westchester County: The parents and maybe even the grandparents had grown up in Westchester. So has the first generation kids like Skye, Chris, Sammy, and Harris. The second generation will be Claire, Alicia, Dylan, Kristen, and the Soccer Boys. It's just like all of them have a lot of history and they go way back. That's what I'm trying to do. (:
P.S. The other characters will slowly play out their part through out the story. I didn't want to introduce all of them in one chapter.