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Ehmagawd, I've started so many stories :/ But I have all these ideas in my head, so I just need to get them out.
Summary: Because of her supermodel mother, Massie Block is one of Hollywood's most prized famous celebs. What'll happen when her mom decides to move back to her hometown, in Westchester, New York? Will Massie start her life over, or will the press sneak their way in and cause some major drama?
At the start of each chapter will be this random dialogue with me and some random person from the Clique series. Don't worry, I don't actually act like that in real life :)
If you can guess who I'm talking to then I'll dedicate the next chapter to you!
Enjoy!
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"Oh, em, gee!"
"Huh?"
"You'll never guess who just texted me!"
"NICK JONAS?!"
"What? No! Josh Hotz."
"Oh. I'd prefer Nick Jonas."
"Will you shut up about Nick Jonas?"
"Neverrr!"
"Ugh, whatevs. So, Josh said that apparently there's a new girl coming today. And you won't believe who's supposed daughter she is."
"Nick Jonas has a daughter?!"
"NO! Josh said that Kendra Simms and her daughter are moving here! To Westchester!"
"With Nick Jonas?"
"Uhm, no. She has a daughter about our age and her name's Massie Block, Block after her father, of course. You know, the girl who starred in all those movies? That's her. She's enrolling in BOCD!"
"Nick Jonas is hot."
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"Mo-o-o-m," Massie said impatiently, dragging the word out while she checked her French manicure. "Are you done yet?"
Her moviestar/supermodel mother was taking for-eh-ver getting herself ready. Kendra claimed that she needed to look 'picture-perfect' for her fans – meaning paparazzi - even if it was just for a twenty-second walk down the front steps and into the limo.
Kendra reapplied her lipstick carefully and blew a kiss to her stunning reflection in the gold-framed vanity mirror. Turning to her fourteen-year-old daughter, she said, "Sweetie, not everyone is as naturally, angelically beautiful as you are. Except for the rare Massie Block, perfection takes time."
Massie rolled her eyes, fighting back a grin. Her mother was forever teasing her about her looks ever since one especially crazed fan had sent Massie a hundred red roses and a huge card dedicated to her 'goddess-like' beauty. Flattering? Yes. Weird? Extremely.
"And yet you're the supermodel!" Massie shot back, laughing. "Come awn."
"Okay, okay. I'm ready!"
The two gorgeous brunettes smoothed their silky locks, pasted on their million-dollar smiles, and opened the front door.
"Kendra! Kendra, over here!"
"Is it true that you're getting plastic surgery?"
"Massie, I love you!"
"Are you really starting school today?"
"Will you marry me, Massie?!"
Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.
The flashes of the cameras were blinding, but both females were used to it by now and simply ignored it, strutting out of the house as naturally as if there wasn't a huge crowd practically suffocating them.
By the time they reached the limo, Massie's jaw was aching and her amber eyes watering. As soon as the car door shut she grabbed a tissue and pressed it to her eyes, desperate to avoid mascara streaks.
"So," Kendra began as the elegant vehicle began to drive out of the mile-long driveway. "Massie. What's with the new style?" She raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow at her daughter.
Massie removed the tissue from her lashes, then slowly answered in what she hoped was a casual tone, "Oh, you know. Just a change."
"Suuuure."
"Okay, fine! The truth is… I don't want anyone to be, you know, intimidated by me or anything at school. I want to fit in." Massie confessed, tucking her bangs behind her ears. "Do I look too slumpy?"
She worriedly glanced down at her chosen outfit for the day – a pair of straight-leg black Sevens, silver flats and a dark purple Ralph Lauren blouse with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. For accessories she had a silver belt around her thin waist, and several chunky, gold bracelets on her wrists. Dangling from her ears were diamond-studded hoops, a guilt gift from her father when he missed her fourteenth birthday.
Her hair had been straightened, and she had gotten fairly normal haircut from Jakkob last week just for school. Instead of the sexy, wild curls that she used to have, she went with side bangs, soft layers, and blonde and light brown highlights. Hopefully she would look like just another girl. With insanely expensive clothes, but otherwise just another girl.
Kendra examined the outfit, then shook her head. "No. It's not the usual high-fashion Chanel that I see you in, but it says 'stylish school girl'."
Massie grinned. "Perfect." She felt alawt better about everything now, and more at ease. Of course, as soon as her mother was dropped off at the set of her new movie, Massie felt the familiar feeling of nervousness overtake her mind.
Ehmagawd, she thought, what if no one even wears designer? What if I'll have to completely change my wardrobe and start wearing things from like, Wal-Mart and Target and Macy's?!
She took a few deep breaths, like her yoga teacher had taught her to do, and tried to calm down her thoughts. What was the worst that could happen, anyways? She could live with a year of wearing very, very, very plain designer. Average clothes, but still designer. They couldn't take that away from her.
Right?
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When they reached the school, Massie willed her mother's acting gene to work it's magic. Hadn't Kendra starred in a movie, when she was a teenager, where a famous celeb had to go undercover and go to a normal school? It was basically the same thing.
Tightening her grip of the braided handle of her metallic silver Prada handbag, Massie slipped out of the limo, an innocent-but-hawt smile on her face, and her heart in her throat.
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Derrick wanted to scoff when he saw the faces of every boy and girl sitting around him as the new girl walked in. Sure, she was amazingly gorgeous, with a spring in her step that made it seem like she floated instead of walked. And yeah, she commanded an air of confidence that made him admire and fear her at the same time. But there were tons of incredible rich people at BOCD – wasn't a celebrity the same thing?
No, he thought to himself when he saw her look his way. Her striking amber eyes seemed to glance right at him, making his spine tingle. It wasn't the same thing.
"Welcome to BOCD, Massie." Mrs. Patkins said, a touch of awe in her cackly voice s she looked at the beautiful brunette in her classroom. "You can sit beside…"
Every person in the room sat up straight, eager to be the first to befriend this exotic new girl – except Derrick. He sat way back in his chair, a cocky grin on his lips, shaggy blonde hair in its' usual disarray. He'd like to sit next to the hot new girl as much as the next guy, he just wasn't desperate enough to show it.
"Derrick. There's a free spot there."
The girls looked at Derrick in half lust half jealousy, the guys in pure envy. He ignored the many disappointed sighs, however, and stuck the earphones of his iTouch into his ears.
Massie walked down the aisle with the grace of a model, and sat down on the seat to the right of Derrick, at the end of the row.
"Class, you can have a free period today, to study and catch up. And it is the first day of school, after all." Mrs. Patkins announced, in a sickly sweet voice, probably trying to impress Massie with her faux nice façade.
Everyone immediately turned to their friends, whispering and texting and occasionally sneaking glances at Massie.
Massie, noticing that everyone else had done so, set her purse down on the ground, silently hoping that the Prada Gods would forgive her. She looked around, feeling awkward. When she saw Derrick sitting beside her, she smiled and greeted the blonde. "Hey."
As soon as she began talking everyone abruptly stopped their conversations, and even Mrs. Patkins was on the edge of her seat with strained ears.
Massie ignored the silence in the room like a pro, and continued, "I'm Massie." She waited a full two seconds for a reply before her eyes landed on the neon green earphones in the boy's ears.
Oh, crap.
She must have sounded like such an idiot, practically talking to herself! Oh, great. Just great! Massie willed herself not to blush and focused her attention instead of the markings on her desk. There were scribbles and doodles everywhere, and she absently wondered if school really was so boring that you were degraded to drawing on desks in class.
"Derrick."
Massie turned around, startled at the sound of his voice.
"Derrick Harrington," the guy said, still bobbing his head to the beat of whatever song he was listening to.
So he did hear her.
She smiled, a real smile, and nodded, "Cool. It's nice to meet you, Derrington."
Derrington?
Derrington?!
Eh. Ma. Gawd.
Massie wanted to shoot herself right then and there. She had already embarrassed herself in front of the whole class with the first few sentences she said! She could just see the headlines tomorrow, 'Massie Block – unable to say a name'.
Derrick, to Massie's surprise, took out one earphone and smirked. "Derrington." He said, loud enough for everyone in the absurdly quiet classroom to hear. "A nickname already? Derrington. I like it." He grinned at her, making her heart flutter in her chest.
Ehmagawd, he was hawt! Brown puppy dog eyes, messy golden hair, completely kissable lips…a total a combination of Chace Crawford and Zac Efron.
"Liking what you see?" Derrick asked, interrupting her wandering thoughts.
Massie felt her cheeks grow warm, but kept a cool exterior and shrugged. "Maybe."
The atmosphere was tense as everyone watched, wondering what the hot bad-boy would say in response to the equally hot new girl.
"Wanna listen?" Derrick asked, holding out the neon offering. She smiled. "Sure. Thanks."
The room buzzed back to life when it became apparent that no more conversation would be happening. All over gossip spread, and soon one certain rumour would reach the ears of BOCD's current, and vicious, alpha, Alicia Rivera.
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Sooo...do you guys know who I was talking to at the beginning? There's some clues in there :)
Haha, I was obsessed with Nick Jonas cause my boyfriend just got us FRONT ROW TICKETS! It was a surprise. Thanks, Jace!
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