Pretty Backstabbers
Massie Block: Massie Block is back and better than ever. The girls of the P.C are starting high school in London in a partnership school-called GGPS (Gallagher's Girls Private School) -with OCD. They're living the life, until a new Clique-called The Heart Locks- shows up at their new school in London, threating to ruin their reputation. Will Massie and the Clique overrule the opposing Clique? Or will they become LBR's?
Alicia Rivera: Alicia Rivera is tanned and ready to start school in London where the sun hardly ever shined enough. When Alicia goes over her limit, her parents rebuke her allowance until she can be responsible. She can't live without her gold Amex especially when she's moving to London, with all the window shopping the girls would do. Is she going to prove her parents wrong? Or is she going to have to repeat her outfits?
Dylan Marvil: Dylan Marvil is more insecure than ever about her weight. Dylan feels like an outsider compared to the thin British girls that attended her school. Will Dylan go too far?
Kristen Gregory: Kristen Gregory the poor girl as a member of the Pretty Committee, is fussing about to the cost to London on the airplane. She gets an all-expense paid trip to London with the girls. When she gets to London, she gets too lenient without her parents on her neck. Her grades are dropping and she is on the verge of losing her scholarship. Will she bring her grades up? Or be kicked out of GGPS?
Claire Lyons: Claire Lyons is feaking out about going to London, mostly because she has never been out of the country. But when she arrives and meets an all new Clique that is so understanding and wants Claire in their group she will have to decide. The Pretty Committee, or the Heart locks?
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8:14 p.m. Block's Estate-Friday Night Sleepover
Friday, September 7th, 2014
Massie tapped the long wooden meter stick impatiently on her massiquin and sighed. She looked out at her best friends and members of the Pretty Committee. Alicia Rivera, the sultry Spanish beta, Dylan Marvil, the daughter of the famous talk show host of the Daily Grind, Kristen Gregory, the poor yet gorgeous scholarship student, and Claire Lyons, the newest member of the Pretty Committee.
"Think ladies!" Massie rolled her eyes in frustration. "We need to figure out what we are packing to London, and what our airplane outfits are going to be. I am open for options." She looked around hopefully at the P.C.
The 8th graders of OCD/Briarwood will be required to move to London for 4 years of their high school with a partnership school of OCD. In 2 weeks they will be flying to London in Massie's private plane. 4 years without parents telling them what to do. Yes, they still have the OCD teachers and chaperones patrolling them 24/7, but they'll have days off to do what they want, but with chaperones coming along. Each group of 10 boys had one chaperone and each group of 10 girls, had one chaperone too. Massie on the other hand, had put in a request for a specific chaperone. Isaac was coming with them. He was going to be their chaperone for the time they would be in London.
Alicia, who was sitting at Massie's white makeup vanity, currently twisting her long and thick, black layered mane into a cute messy bun. She raised her free hand after she was done. "Ooh. I've got an idea for the outfits." Alicia sat criss crossed and grinned hopefully. "Our matching purple velvet Juicy Couture sweats."
Massie scrunched up her petite nose. "No. We wore those to Lake Placid."
"Point." Alicia agreed raising her index finger to emulate a one.
Massie looked around and spotted Claire who was probably IM'ing Cam on her MacBook pro. Claire had a secretive smile on her face when she raised her hand. "How about we wear the matching BCBG handbags you bought for us. If we wear the same thing, we'll clash. So, we wear what we want, and wear the same handbags."
"Genius." Massie smirked and quickly jotted it down on her iPad. "Who knew you had it in you? Make sure you look angelic yet sexy. We are now 14 year olds, we need to dress to impress!"
"I heart that!" Alicia created a heart with her hands and grinned.
Claire grinned and her attention went back to the laptop.
Kristen frowned. "I'm not so rich, if you guys haven't noticed and I have nothing to wear."
"Not to worry Mademoiselle Kristen." Massie smiled and ran off to her outrageously huge closet and came back with a huge white box filled to the brim with clothes, accessories, brand new-unopened makeup, hair accessories, and hair curlers and straighteners and crimpers. Massie walked over to Kristen in her BCBG diamond encrusted flip flops and gently dropped the box in front of her. "These are all brand new and I went to the mall yesterday to get these stuff, so enjoy!"
"Thank you, thank you, and thank you!" Kristen got up and hugged Massie, then rummaged through the box.
"Aren't you guys excited for the trip to London?" Dylan asked as she bit into a blueberry muffin.
"Given. I can't wait for all the window shopping and the cute accents." Alicia perked up immediately.
"Same." Massie grinned and turned on the 60 inch flat screen TV that hung above her vanity. "I wonder who the other 5 girls, that are supposed to room with us are."
"Point." Alicia said. "I mean, they could be total LBR slobs, or they could be 'Prestigious British snobs.'" Alicia said in an awful British accent as the girls giggled.
"Totally true." Dylan exclaimed, joining the rest of the girls on the bed. "I hear we are supposed to get the letter that tells us who we are staying with tomorrow."
"And you heard this…where?" Kristen smacked Dylan on her arm.
"Ow." Dylan rubbed her reddening arm, where Kristen had hit her.
"Sorry. I can't help it if I'm really strong." Kristen gloated, half apologizing. "Now spill the beans."
"So, I went to the mall like a week ago and I saw Olivia Ryan talking to this skinny Brunette." Dylan began.
"Olivia the airhead?" Claire asked scooting closer to the girls who had circled up on the California King sized bed.
"No. Olivia the straight A student that got a scholarship to OCD." Dylan said sarcastically, rolling her eyes as the girls cackled. "I overheard Olivia and she was all like 'London is so going to be awesome! I just love Australian boys!'"
"May I butt in?" Kristen asked. When Dylan nodded while chewing a sugar cookie, Kristen had the okay to talk. "How does 'I love Australian boys' have to do with anything we're saying?" Kristen pointed out.
"Whatever. So maybe that had nothing to do with the point, but I'm getting there. It just proves how much of a total desperado she is." Dylan said between mouthfuls of another sugar cookie. "Anyway, she was like 'we are supposed to figure out who our dorm room partners are.''
Massie frowned, definitely disappointed. "That's all?" She looked intensely at Dylan, obviously mad that there was not much gossip in what the red head had said. "You definitely do not get any gossip points for that."
Dylan raised her red eyebrows in alarm and waved her hands to silently ask Massie to hold on, since Dylan's mouth was currently full of cookies. "Wait, there's more." She said, after swallowing the cookie she ate. "She said she was going to ask headmaster Georgina to put me in the Pretty Committee's dorm with her group."
Massie gasped and opened her shiny lip-glossed mouth to say something but Dylan interrupted. "I'm not done. She said that Headmaster already agreed to her rooming with us."
"No, no, no." Massie paced the room, then picked up her iPhone 6. "I have to change things. I cannot share a room with that airhead."
Alicia scrunched her eyebrows together. "You mean we. We can't share a room with that airhead?"
Massie looked up and shot Alicia a confused look. "Yeah, whatever. That's what I said, didn't I?" She looked back down to her phone, scrolling through thousands of her contacts.
"Actually…" Claire began, but Alicia, Kristen and Dylan both shot her a look to shut up and not to get on Massie's bad side. "You did say that." Claire finished lamely.
If anyone was smart, they would stay off of Massie Block's bad side. In 7th grade Nina, Alicia's crazy cousin from Spain, got on Massie's bad side, and let's just say, Nina went home back to Spain, certain to never come back.
"Pick up, pick up, pick up!" Massie hung up the phone and sank into a white plush Donatella Versace chair that was cushioned in between her vanity and her large floor length window that took up a whole wall space. A pretty dark purple Sanderson curtain was hung decorativley on it; the ends pulled back and tucked inside hooks that attached to the wall. "Headmaster Georgia isn't picking up." She got up and walked over to the girls who looked up at her hopefully.
"Then what happens now?" Kristen asked.
"Girls," Massie shook her head. "I guess we're stuck with Olivia Ryan. For 4 YEARS!"
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9:34 a.m.- September 20th, 2014
Massie Block Private Airport
Alicia Rivera smirked at Massie Block excitedly as they neared the airport for the private airplane the Blocks owned for business trips. She lifted her Ray Bans UV ray protectant sunglasses to her hair, forming a makeshift headband. She squinted and stared at her yellow Donatella Versace kitten heels. Alicia Rivera was wearing a pale blue Ralph Lauren tank top, with a black Calvin Klein blazer, black circle skirt that came knee length, and the BCBG handbag they all wore that was encrusted with Swarovski diamonds. Her long black mane was held up in a high ponytail. She had added gold eye shadow and heavily winged Hard Candy eye liner, and her Maybelline mascara elongated her fluttering long lashes even more. And 3 coats of Signature Taylor Swift Red lipstick framed her soft round face.
Dylan, Kristen, and Claire were all in the Rage Rover with them. Dylan was wearing an incredibly short black Coco Chanel tank dress and smi-opaque black tights with a thick white belt slated slightly at her hips giving her a coke bottle shape while making her look thin. She had on black velvet Valentino ankle boots with chunky brown wooden heels. Her fiery red hair was pulled into a low ponytail and the tips were curled. And of course, hanging in the crook of her arm was the BCBG handbag. She had on a chunky silver necklace with a silver heart pedant that reached her collar bone. Black earrings drooped from her cartilage and hooked onto her ear lobe on each ear. She had just gotten the piercing in her ear and he mother didn't even know. A light sweeping of coral blush gave her a pretty flushed look. 2 coats of yummy Sugar doughnut lip gloss sealed her look.
Kristen was wearing one of the outfits from the box Massie had given her about a week ago. She had on a baby pink Marc Jacobs cowl neck sweater that reached elbow length, acid, distressed, skinny jeans that-was so tight it was almost a second skin- hugged her hard sculpted soccer calfs. She paired her outfit with black Betsey Johnson sneaker wedges. Her brunette hair was pulled into a really messy, but cute ponytail. She had decided to go on the DL for her makeup, so she just went with a toned down shimmering gold eyeshadow that made her look tanner. She swiped the stick of a Vanilla Espresso Bean Glossip Girl lip gloss that had come unopened in the large box Massie had given her. Simple pearl studs framed her face as well as the thin gold chain around her neck and the chunky turquoise bracelet that hung loosely on her wrist.
Claire Lyons had on Yves red sweater dress with a scoop neck and Christian Louboutin silver flats. Her platinum blonde hair was held up in a tight ballerina bun. And lastly she had the BCBG handbag looped across her body with the cross body strap. She had on a baby pink SPF 15 chapstick and gold studs in her ears. A chunky white necklace hung around her neck, sealing the whole outfit.
Massie Block smirked and admired her outfit after scanning the girl's outfits. She had on a Donna Karan dark purple deep V neck sweater with a thin white belt that cinched in her waist giving her a curvy coke-bottle figure, Gorgio Armani black leather skinny jeans that was super tight, and white 4 inch Jimmy Choo heels that added 4 inches to her 5 foot 8 stature. She had her brunette hair down and curled with her extensions (courtesy to Jakkob) long and flowing. She was going with the bronzed beauty type makeup and had bronze-gold shimmering eyeshadow, light dusting of bronzer that contoured her oval face, and many coats of sticky Creme Brulee Glossip Girl. And she had a black Dior clutch instead of the BCBG. An alpha has always got to stand out, right?
"Hey, why aren't you wearing your handbag?" Claire noticed pointing at Massie's clutch.
"Yeah!" Kristen agreed frowning.
Alicia eyed Massie's clutch angrily. "I thought were all supposed to wear the clutch like Claire suggested."
Massie Block rolled her eyes, unfazed by the girls bickering and absently stroked the gold studs on the clutch. "Opposite of true. I am the alpha aren't I?" Massie eyed everyone, daring them to object with her fiery amber eyes. Ahb-viously they nodded their heads curtly. "I deserve to stand out. So I wanted you guys to match," Then she motioned to Alicia who was studying her new manicure that she recently got, Kristen who was biting her heavily glossed mouth and nervously braiding her long dirty blonde hair, Dylan who was chewing noisily on her sugar free cinnamon gum, and Claire who was anxiously tugging on her short white blonde bangs. "And I would have something different."
Kristen was beginning to say something that wasn't very nice, when Alicia, Dylan and Claire shot her a glance telling her to be quiet.
"Aw-nestly Dyl, can you like nawt smack your gum? I mean, have some manners! Like how much gum are you chewing? 4 pieces?" Dylan snapped her head up at Massie's reproach.
"Sorry." Dylan mumbled. She spit out the glob of red gum in a plastic wrapper she found as Massie turned her head in disgust.
"What's up with her?" Kristen asked Claire and rolled her eyes.
"I'm not sure, but I bet her panties are in a twist." Alicia added giggling along with the girls.
"It you girls are done talking behind my back, we should probably get started on our plans for London." Massie said grinning coyly and crossed her arms.
At that the girls stopped giggling and Kristen cleared her throat. "I can nawt buh-leeve we have to share a room with Duh-Livia and her stupid friends." She grimaced.
"I know right! I heard," Dylan started.
"Oh, no." Alicia frowned. "Here you go again with your 'I heard' stories."
The girls giggled. "It's not so very good news. My mom-
Merri-Lee Marvil," Dylan started again.
"WE KNOW!" The Pretty Committee said in unison. They had heard the story over and over again. Merri-Lee Marvil is Dylan Marvil's mother. Merri-Lee is super famous for her worldwide talk show called The Daily Grind. Merri-Lee has interviewed everyone from Taylor Swift to Jennifer Lawrence. Dylan was always on set with her mom whenever she didn't have plans with the P.C or whenever she, herself didn't have plans.
Dylan giggled. "Anyway, my mom said she's coming as our add-on chaperone."
"Ehmagawd! I thought London for us was supposed to be parent free!" Massie complained. Her pretty face was contorted into a frown.
"I know right? Dylan, your mom is totally D2M now." Kristen said to Dylan hotly forming an x with her two pointer fingers.
"Hey! Just because she's coming doesn't mean you have to be completely rude!" Dylan glared at Kristen angrily. "For a poor girl, you sure do have a NASTY attitude!"
Kristen gasped. Her face was filled with anger, but also a hint of something that came as quickly as it went. It look like hurt and disbelief. The girls had gotten used to Kristen and how she was less fortunate than them, and they always handled her situation gently and never really talked about it. Then before anyone could even react, Kristen had pulled her hand back and slapped Dylan straight across her right cheek that was immediately turning bright red like Dylan's hair. Dylan then reacted quickly and lunged at Kristen, yanking her once cute messy ponytail, loose, tugging repeatedly at her long dirty blonde hair. Her face contorted into a sneer.
"GIRLS! E-NUFF!" Massie demanded getting in between Dylan and Kristen and prying Dylan's hands off of Kristen's hair.
Kristen realized what she had just done and gently dropped her hand to her side and looked down in her lap in shame and Dylan grimaced angrily and moved back to her seat, smoothing out her tank dress.
"WHAT IN SAM HECK WERE YOU THINKING, KRISTEN?" Massie yelled at Kristen. Massie never rose her voice. Especially at her best friends. "AND DYLAN, WHY WOULD YOU TALK ABOUT KRSTEN LIKE THAT?"
"Anything wrong girls?" Isaac, Massie's driver -who was totally forgotten- said, rolling down the large soundproof border that separated the girls from him. I guess Massie was yelling so loud, that Isaac could hear her.
"STAY OUT OF IT, ISAAC!" Massie, Kristen, and Dylan yelled in unison.
"And focus on the road, please." Claire added softly.
"Point." Alicia agreed with Claire.
"Alright, okay." Isaac rolled the border back up and continued to drive.
Claire and Alicia looked taken aback as they shared looks with each other about what had happened between Dylan and Kristen.
"I thought we were all best FRIENDS!" Massie said incredulously scooting back to her original spot next to the large bulletproof window.
A long silence reigned inside the Range Rover until Massie spoke up again. "Do I have to tell you guys to APOLOGIZE?"
"Point." Alicia said raising a slim olive finger.
"Shut up, Alicia." Dylan said angrily. "Sorry." She mumbled to Kristen crossing her arms in front of her chest and pouting. A reddish blue bruise stating to form on her cheek.
"For what?" Massie looked annoyed as she looked back and forth between Dylan and Kristen. "Aw-nestly! Are you guys' kindergarteners, or mature 15 or 16 year olds?"
"Sorry for saying something rude about how poor you are and your hideous attitude. I should have known you would be sensitive and embarrassed about how poor you are. I mean, I would be too." Dylan replied with sappy sweet words dripping with sarcasm. She smiled smugly and winced when she realized the smile only worsened her bruise with pain.
Kristen scowled. "I'm sorry I slapped your face. But aw-nestly, you needed it. I practically did you a favor. Your face looks better now than ever." Kristen stuck her tongue out at Dylan and replied with the exact same sarcasm Dylan used for her.
"Just stawp it girls!" Massie said angrily. Massie couldn't believe her best friends were acting so immature. And they were just about to go to London! If they couldn't control their fights, Massie didn't know what she would do. Massie Block, the alpha, always knew what to do and what to say at times like this, but right now, she had nothing. If there was anything she knew how to do, it was lead and direct, so Massie decided to try another tactic.
Massie looked out the window as the Range Rover neared the airport. "Never mind. Forget I said anything."
Kristen and Dylan turned their heads abruptly and stared at the brunette. Kristen had expected Massie to help sort out the problem that was facing them currently, but Massie was ignoring them, and Kristen didn't like that one bit.
"Sorry for being such a female dog to you. I was having a bad day." Kristen took it upon herself to apologize to Dylan. Last time Massie had ignored Kristen, things hadn't played out well for her. Since they were about to go to London, where Massie could easily replace Kristen with a richer better girl, Kristen had to stay on Massie's good graces.
Dylan immediately perked up at the apology and twirled her fiery red hair around her finger. She was definitely not going to apologize first and she was glad she didn't have to. "I guess I'm sorry too. I know you are sensitive about your…condition. And I'm sorry also for lunging at you." Dylan hadn't meant for it to come out rudely, but oh well.
Kristen squinted her eyes angrily. She looked over to Massie to see if she would do anything, now that they had apologized. Massie just unbuckled her seatbelt and looked at Alicia and Claire directly. "We're here!" She grinned giddily and knocked twice on the glass border to get Isaac's attention.
When the border was down Massie started to talk. "Just park right there." Massie pointed to a designated area, then turned to Alicia. "Get your handbags and extra things, we're about to get on the plane."
Alicia nodded, feeling excited that they were only 11 hours away from a new life. "Claire, come on." Alicia had got the feeling that Massie had Ahb-viously been ignoring Kristen and Dylan. This had not been the first time they had an argument. They were even closer to each other than Alicia and Massie. Alicia also didn't want to be on Massie's bad side, so she just ignored Kristen and Dylan until Massie started to talk to them again.
The girls all exited the Range Rover and approached the huge private plane that had the Block's name engraved into the side.
"Ehmagawd, is this really happening?" Alicia asked, handing the Pilot the 7 Ralph Lauren bags that she had asked Isaac to carry out of the trunk.
"I know right!" Kristen grinned and absently handed the pilot the 2 Coach bags that she herself had lugged out of the trunk. "I cannot buh-leeve I'm going to be on a private air plane!" She had never been out of the country, not to talk about the state.
Massie looked over at the Pretty Committee with a frown. Alicia, whose hair had once been perfect, had been dampened with frizzes because the heater in the Range Rover was on. She was grinning stupidly, trying to balance on the 5 inch heels Massie had told her specifically not to wear. Dylan, whose face was spotless before, had a purpling bruise were Kristen had hit her. Her cheek ruining her face and totally clashing with her natural red hair. Kristen who had had her hair into a cute ponytail, had been let loose when Dylan had attacked her. Her hair was in tangles and a couple stands of hair fell of, unnoticed. Claire was by far the only one who didn't look too horrible alongside Massie. "Look at yourselves! You look hideous!"
The girls exchanged glances and saw for the first time, really saw, how each other looked. "EHMAGAWD! MY HAIR!" Alicia shrieked glancing into the Swarovski encrusted diamond compact. She patted a limp piece of frizzy black hair daintily and grunted, giving up.
Kristen looked down at her cowl neck sweater and screamed, picking up a piece of dirty blonde fuzz that had attached to the sweater. "I'm losing my hair! I am in desperate need of a Moroccan oil deep condition!"
Dylan laughed at a small patch of Kristen's scalp that was now visible. "You look like a MESS!" Dylan snorted and turned around to face Alicia. Alicia was holding her compact turned towards Dylan so the mirror faced the red head. At the sight of her face, Dylan screamed and gingerly touched her cheek, mentally searching in her makeup bag for what and what that would do the best job covering the purpling bruise on her face.
Kristen crossed her arms and cackled in her phlegmy way. "Who looks like a mess now?"
Alicia blew a frizz from her face with her breath, exasperated. She threw her hands up in resignation. "Okay. Done,"
Kristen looked around with withdrawal in her eyes. "Done,"
Dylan looked up and put a hand to her cheek. "And, done"
Massie grinned and gave herself a mental pat on the back for allowing the girls to finally stop their shenanigans and realize the damage they had done. "So, its ah-greed. When we get on the plane I'll get Jakkob to get started on your hair, Kristen," Massie tapped continually on her iPad mini.
"Por fah-vor," Alicia raised her hand and motioned crazily to her hair. "What about, all this."
Massie rolled her eyes. "I'm getting there. Dylan, I'll get my makeup artist on your face immediately. We can't risk getting it darker. And Alicia, I'll get another hair stylist on your hair as well." Massie tapped in the final coordinates into her iPad and looked up at Claire. "As, for you Claire, you look fine. Aw-nestly so surprising, though."
Claire bit back a coy grin as she climbed into the plane and towards the rest of their life.
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2:37 p.m. September 20th, 2014
Massie Block Private Airplane
"I double-dog heart this hair shampoo!" Alicia shoved the slender pink bottle of a CHI shampoo in Massie Block's face. Massie's second hair stylist, Mickey, had finished fixing up Alicia's hair. Alicia's thick black hair was now falling down her back in soft buttery all natural waves. "I am sooo, stuffing these into my carry on." She motioned towards a small round table across the aisle where the products for Alicia's hair stood. CHI shampoo, conditioner (leave in too), BED HEAD heat protectant, and a large dark brown bottle filled with Moroccan argon oil.
The girls had boarded the plane. The inside was completely white and they were already in the air, on their way to London. The girls had gone their separate ways with their fix-up plans. Claire took a seat in the back and was doing something on her MacBook Pro, while listening to music on her Dre Beats. Alicia was the first done with her fix-up. Massie had already downed two bottles of Lemon Pellegrino waters, one packet of airplane peanuts, and applied 9 coats of Chocolate Biscotti Glossip Girl. Massie rolled her eyes as a comeback formed in her head. "Are you on the track team?"
Alicia rolled her eyes. "No. You know I don't run." She placed a manicured hand on her fully formed hips.
"Then why are you trying to run with this?" Massie pointed to the table filled with the hair products.
Alicia grunted, annoyed with Massie. She took the empty seat next to her. "Listen, I wanted to talk to you about those little comeback things."
Massie looked up abruptly from the Seventeen magazine she was reading. She was searching through it, trying to find a cropped Donna Karan black and white striped sweater that would have gone perfectly with her dark wash skinny jeans that hugged her butt and made it look cute. "Excuse moi?"
Alicia flinched. She wasn't used to standing up to Massie and she wanted to prove a point that Massie's silly 6th grade comebacks weren't going to cut it in London. "I mean, your comebacks are so 6th grade!" Alicia started. Massie's pretty petite face was thoughtful, her amber eyes expressionless. A short blonde flight attendant rolled by with a black cart filled to the brim with Lemon Pellegrino's and bags of peanuts.
Massie reached for a bottle and a package of peanuts. When the attendant had gone, Massie continued. "Go awn." Massie twisted the cap of her 3rd Lemon Pellegrino and took a big swig and offered the bottle to Alicia.
Alicia shook her head in response, scrunching up her TDF ski slope nose. "I mean, aren't you thinking about whether there's going to be competition for best Clique in London?"
Massie considered what Alicia had just said. The thought had actually never crossed her mind. She automatically thought that they would get top Clique. Massie hated to admit it, but Alicia was right. Why didn't Massie think of this earlier? She was supposed to be the one who thought ahead and came up with the ideas. "Ahb-viously there's going to be competition."
Alicia widened her dark brown eyes. She was sure that the thought hadn't even crossed Massie's mind. Alicia stifled rolling her eyes when she realized that Massie was just trying to steal her idea. "Has the thought crossed your mind?"
Massie Block rolled her eyes and looked at Alicia like she was an idiot. "Aw-nestly Leesh, how stupid do you think I am?"
Alicia stifled a grin, and a smart response. "I don't think you are stupid at awll, I just wanted to know if you had thought about it. I mean we have to step up our game for London."
"Ehmagawd, e-nuff already!" Massie raised her palm to Alicia's face. "Don't you think I knew that? When the girls are done doing whatever, we'll have a meeting."
"Oh, okay. Good." Alicia looked down in her lap and left.
Massie rolled her eyes and looked back down to her magazine.
…...
Claire Lyons closed her MacBook Pro gently, finished IM'ing Cam Fisher, her HART. She grinned and got up, smoothing out the wrinkles in her red Yves sweater dress. She had overheard Massie and Alicia's conversation. Massie had been a little…off today. Claire just hoped it would be over by the time they arrived to London, if not, Massie's attitude, could ruin London for Claire. Claire strode over to Massie.
At the sound of Claire's approaching pad of her sandals, Massie looked up from the magazine she had just closed.
"Hey Massie." Claire smiled nervously. "I wanted to ask if," At the forming frown on Massie's face, Claire chickened out of her question and ended lamely with, "I could borrow your peach Hermes scarf."
"Oh, sure." Massie gave Claire a wary smile. "I'll give it to you after we land and are in the Penthouse."
Claire nodded her thanks and took the silence that came as a cue to leave. She pivoted on her silver sandals and walked off, biting on the inside of her cheek. She went back to her seat and sunk in the plush velvet seat. The blonde was originally going to ask Massie if she was okay, but seeing the annoyed look on the amber eyed girl, only made her chicken out. Claire slipped the custom made gold Dre Beats-that her mother, Judi Lyons, had spent so much money on to buy her- back on her head and cranked up the volume to an ironic song titled 'Cold Shoulder' by Adele. Lost mid-thoughts, Claire didn't notice Alicia Rivera sink into the seat next to her.
Alicia waved a hand in Claire's face. "Um, hullo?" She rolled her eyes, exasperated trying to get Claire's attention, but with no luck, for the blonde's eyes were closed. Alicia reached over and yanked the wireless headphone off Claire's head not caring about the loud 'snap' of it in her hand. Claire's eyes flew open immediately as she reached for the headphones that Alicia held over her head. At 5 foot 9 Alicia Rivera was the second tallest girl in the pretty committee next to Kristen Gregory who was holding the record of the tallest member of the P.C standing at 5 foot 11. Next was Massie Block at 5 foot 8. Then came Claire at 5 foot 7 and last stood Dylan Marvil who stood at 5 foot 5.
"What do you want Alicia?" Claire frowned and reached again for the Dre Beats, but Alicia only tugged it harder above her head. The blonde crossed her legs angrily and crossed her arms.
The Spanish beauty flashed her shiny pearly whites at Claire, and crossed impossibly long bronze legs and smoothed out the wrinkles in her tank top. "So, I saw you talking to Massie earlier." She raised a cleanly waxed eyebrow.
"What do you care?" Claire meant to sound confident and sassy like Massie, but her voice wavered.
Alicia toyed with the soft plush insides of the headphones. "I care, because she was so ah-nnoyingly rude to me." Alicia, lost in her thoughts pinched up her face and looked at Claire.
"What does that have to do with me?" Claire reached again for the Dre Beats and wrapped her hand around it, pulling hard at the handle. Alicia pulled harder until they both heard a loud 'crack' of the headphones as it broke in half; each side of the headphone in each girl's hands. Claire's thin chapped lips formed a big 'O' as she stared with blurred eyes at the two halves of a whole headphone.
Alicia immediately dropped her half onto Claire's lap and dusted off her hands, stifling a coy grin. "Opposite of true. It has everything to do with you. If you're doing something to Massie, to make her hate me, you are so going to be D2M to me and the whole clique." Alicia smirked with triumph at the much expected confusion and anger that flared up behind those baby blue eyes. "That," She motioned with her perfect French Manicure, towards the now much damaged headphones. "Was your warning. There is a whole lot more coming in store for you if you cross my lines." Alicia Rivera got up and tucked her tank top further into her circle skirt and flashed Claire one of her award winning smiles. She looked like an angel with her newly done hair falling down her back. The bright sunlight from the window across the aisle fell on top of her hair, giving her an almost blonde halo. Her perfectly round soft face was free of any scars or blemishes and her pouty full red lips framed her whole face giving more definition to her almost black-brown eyes. "Ciao, Bella." She whipped her hair and it fanned out in a perfect arch as she stalked away on her kitten heels.
Claire clenched her jaw and looked down at her hands, surprised to find that she was gripping the broken headsets so hard her knuckles had went white. How could someone so pretty and angelic looking, be so evil and retched on the inside?