Freshman Year and the New Girl

Disclaimer: It's Massie's freshman year at Westchester Private High School. But there's a new girl in town who might just have everyone wrapped around her little finger.

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Westchester Private High School

Literature Hall

Monday, September 1st

Massie Block approached her locker on the first day of school. Her outfit was, of course, perfect. Her yellow silk Marc Jacobs dress was cute and perfect over her ultra-straight leg skinny gray jeans, and black patent YSL peep toe pumps added perfect shimmering goodness to the outfit. It was just completely perfect. She reached her locker and peeked at the combination she'd scribbled on her purple binder. She spun the lock and opened the door, peering into the locker. It was pretty clean, didn't smell like some nerd's week old lunch. Okay, she thought. It could be worse.

She put each book and binder in her locker, added a backpack, subtracted one YSL ruffle handbag, and walked down the hall, hoping to run in to a friend or an adoring middle school LBR. Instead, she ran smack into a tall, pretty girl with an ultra-short boy cut. She looked down at Massie, nodded, and moved around her. Massie watched her walk down the hall, and watched heads turn as she passed.

Massie examined the girl's outfit. Olive green cargos and a t-shirt were not as fabulous as Massie's dress, but the strategically placed rips and tight fit made the shirt very cool. Several piercings in both ears added a punk rocker look, and a stacks of canvases showed Massie that the girl was an artist.

She carried a handbag that Massie didn't recognize, and she wore heavy skateboarding shoes. Massie watched intently as the girl expertly spun the lock on her locker, and pulled out a stack of books. She tucked them under her spare arm and turned away. As she walked away, she shut the locker with her foot. As she walked down the hall, she turned heads. Massie smirked, and then gasped when she realized no one was laughing at the girl. She glared at the girl's lean, retreating back, spun on her heel and headed down the hall towards her first class.

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Massie took a seat at a desk in her biology classroom. Her chair was chosen carefully, with Alicia on one side and a sophomore boy on the other. The boy had short, spiky black hair and was pretty tall. He had a stack of books and binders on his desk and his backpack was slung over the back of his chair. Massie quickly pulled out her compact mirror. She examined an invisible pore next to her left nostril, and then rubbed her GG Cinnamon Sugar Delight glossed lips together. She applied a fresh coat, and took out a brand new fuzzy purple pen. Next to her, the sophomore boy was taking out a plain ballpoint and flipping to a clean page of notebook paper. On the other side, Alicia opened a folder and pulled out the most recent Page Six magazine.

Massie rolled her eyes and looked back at the sophomore, who, to Massie's total un-surprise, was looking back at her. She smiled, and he grinned an adorable crooked smile. He pulled a sidekick phone from his pocket and gestured to the notebook paper in front of Massie. She scribbled her number down and passed him the paper. A moment later, Massie felt her phone vibrate. She quickly pulled it out of her coach medium tote and flipped it open.

Eric: Hi? is your name?

Massie: Massie Block, freshman. U?

Eric: Eric Dapplin, sophomore.

Massie: Nice to meet u. do u like horseback riding?

Eric: Ya, I have a horse at Galwaugh farms.

Massie: Me 2! His name is Brownie.

Eric: Mine's name is Chippie. Short for Chocolate Chip.

Massie: I've seen her while I was getting ready. Her stall is right next to Brownie's.

Eric: I ride twice a week.

Massie: I ride Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. That must be why I never see you.

Eric: Maybe we could ride together sometime? Like this Saturday?

Massie: Sure. Is 2:00 good 4 u?

Eric: Ya. So I'll meet you there?

Massie: Definitely.

Massie snapped her phone shut and dropped it back into her bag. She picked up her fuzzy pen and scribbled to Alicia.

I've got a date on Saturday!!!!

Ehmagawd, you are so lucky! Um, the teacher's here, though! Tell me about it at lunch?

Sure, I'll meet you at the café. Oops. I mean, I'll meet you at the cafeteria at noon.