Massie POV-Ch. 1: Old Flames and Airports

Stupid conveyor belt thingie…stupid airport worker guys….Ugh! Why are people soo slow around the holidays?! Massie Block couldn't help thinking, as she stood at the airport wearing her favorite 7 For All Mankind jeans, James Perse fleece sweater with tank underneath, and Steve Madden pumps. As soon as she saw her 2 Louis Vuitton rollie luggage bags, she quickly made her way over to them to avoid any traffic. She was tired from her plane ride and was in desperate need of her old, plush goose-down comforter in her old room at her parents' house. It had been 3 weeks since she had last been home, and that was due to the Thanksgiving holiday. And now that it was time for Christmas, Massie found herself back at the same airport, struggling with uncooperative bags. "Stupid bags," she muttered under her breath.

Massie finally got a hold of her luggage, and was turning around, when she suddenly heard a familiar voice say:

"Block, long time no see."

She turned around only to find the sight of a Diesel-jeans clad Derrick Harrington, or Derrington, as was his petname in middle school.

"Derrick, what are you doing here?!" Massie blurted, then admonished herself for being so uncool in front of the guy who kinda broke her heart in high school. But we'll get to that later…

"Well, right now, I'm watching you wrestle your luggage, and it seems to me that the bags are winning!" Derrick said while chuckling, only to laugh more when he saw her blushing a little.

"Thanks for that. But you still didn't answer my previous question. What are you doing here, as in harassing innocent young women the airport?"

"First, im not harassing anyone. Second, Block, I don't think youre that innocent." Derrick had to hold up a finger to prevent Massie from interrupting when he said she wasn't innocent. "And, thirdly, im visiting my 'rents for the holidays. So, what about you?"

"Oh, the same. Im home for the holidays, and besides that im interning at a magazine-"

"Vogue, right?" Derrick broke in.

"Yah, how did you know?" Massie asked curiously.

"Massie, four years together in highschool and that's the only reading I saw you doing and my parents told me cuz your parents told them when they went out together." Derrick responded to Massie as if it should have been obvious and he was talking to a child.

"Keeping tabs on me, Harrington?"-Massie said with a smirk, but giggled when she saw Derrick blush at her comeback. After her laughter died down, Massie noticed Derrick was smiling at her. She felt her heart skip a few beats. What the hell?

"Anyway," she said trying to brush off that weird feeling she had just had,"I have to go." She looked at her Marc Jacobs watch. Her parents were expecting her and a taxi from the airport to her house would take at least 30 minutes. Ugh, she really wanted to sleep. Her finals at Yale had made her stress so much and now all she wanted to do was go home, curl up in bed, and have Inez make her all her fave foods.

"Oh, ok." Derrick said. Then out of the blue he asked, "Do you have a ride?"

Massie's thoughts were spinning. What should I say? "Umm, yah. I have to go get a taxi. Isaac was busy today."

"How 'bout I drive you, since we live, like next door now. And we both know you hate taxis." Massie thought about this, and she was about to kindly refuse, when Derrick said, "Come on! It'll be fun, and plus, my car smells wayyy better than a taxi…"

"Ok." Massie said semi-reluctantly.

"Great. Here, let me get those. Wouldn't want you to get beaten any worse than you already have." With that, Derrick picked up Massie's 2 suitcases and still managed to roll his 1 bag.

So, Massie started to walk with her Burberry hobo bag and Louis Vuitton carry-on, enjoying the view of Derrick's muscles underneath his white tee.

When they were finally in Derrick's black Mercedes G5, Massie started to relax into the butter soft leather seats. His car smelled like leather and an expensive cologne: spicy and fresh.

Derrick turned on some music, and The Killers came on with White Demon Love Song.

"So… I heard youre at Yale now. Do you like it?" , Derrick said conversationally.

Massie smiled, "Yeah, I love it. The atmosphere, the classes, they're all great. Ive made some great friends." Massie's thoughts drifted to her 2 roomates, Gina and Violet. They lived in a big townhouse 15 minutes off campus. She missed the eccentric, smart, and outrageously pretty girls. But of course her dadream turned sour when flashes of another person came to mind: Mitchell.

"Hey, what happened? You spaced out and got this weird face," he laughed, but there was concern laced with his words.

"Shut up. Im fine, just something I was thinking about. Anyway… enough about me. How are you liking Brown?", in an attempt to change the subject.

"Wow. Miss Block actually wants to hear about someone other than herself. Where are the flying pigs?" he started to laugh uncontrollably at his joke. "OW!" he said when Massie slapped his arm, but she was smiling. "Ok, ok sorry. Brown is good. I love all my classes and soccer is great! But my roommate, Jamie, is a complete douche bag," at that Derrick scowled a little, and Massie couldn't help but find this adorable.

Wait, WHAT?! No Mass, forget him. He broke your heart, and now is not the time to be finding anything about him adorable!

"Derrick, are you 300 pounds and live in a zoo?"

"No, why?", Derrick said, anticipating the famous 'Massie Block comeback' that he had found funny all of middle and high school.

"Then why are you being such a HIPPO-crite?" He laughed and Massie took the time to admire the deep rumbling sound.

"Ah, come on Block, you don't really believe that I'm a dou-", Derrick was cutoff by his phone blaring out Justin Timberlake's SexyBack. He picked it up with a sheepish grin, and Massie giggled a little at his expression.

Derrick started talking, and Massie's gaze traveled out her window. She watched as the road stretched out before and started thinking over the last 2 years of her life. (Flashback) Of how bored she had been at the party thrown by that LBR, Olivia Ryan in their senior year at BOCD. How, when she went outside to relax, she never expected to be followed by Derrick, the alpha male of the school, past crush, and best friend's old ex. They started to talk and joke. Massie hadn't realized they had both leaned n until they were only an inch apart. Then his lips were on hers. Fireworks and explosions were going off. He was so gentle with her, and she had never felt so protected before, especially at a time like this. Then, he parted her lips and, slowly, their kiss deepened. When they both pulled away, they were both breathing heavily. (End Flashback)

Massie could feel herself blushing. Her eyes were closed and her head was leaning on the window. She was falling asleep very fast, and since she didn't get any sleep in the plane, even in first class, she didn't care.

The last thing Massie felt before drifting off into a deep sleep was warm fingers touching her cheek and moving stray hairs, tucking them behind her ear.