May 22
Massie sat on the creamy leather interior of the Range Rover in desperate need for some Secret.
Massie knew that Alicia knew about what her and Cam had done and-damn her!- she had practically handed Alicia the answer on a silver platter. This morning, in an attempt to look holy and innocent, she had donned a pristine white Lacoste button down, lemon yellow Lacoste cardigan and a bouncy nearly knee length grass green skirt.
Massie brought a pearly-pink nail to her mouth and quickly withdrew it. She was nawt that desperate. Knocking her pink flats together she desperately waited for Alicia. When was she going to get in the car? Was she always this slow? Gawd, please do not let her talk about the "incident" last night. Massie bit her glossy pink lips and finally saw Alicia emerging from her massive palace/house in a navy silk Thread Social pajama romper and gold t-strap sandals. Catching sight of Massie's car she threw her sunglasses on and took an even slower amount of time to walk to the Range Rover.
Is she doing this on purpose, Massie wondered? How much did she already figure out? Gawd, please do not let her know. Please let Duh-livia rub off on her for once.
Pulling out a tiny Chanel No. 5 vial, she sprayed the calming, classic scent through the air of the Range Rover. Inhaling the smell, she reached her inner alpha and slipped a placid smile over her nervous features.
"Heyy Mass! What's up?" Alicia grinned slyly at her now calm friend, her luscious dark eyes sparkling sneakily. She daintily sat down on the leather seat, once marked with Massie sweat and was surprised to find that it was smooth as ever. Why was Massie being so calm? Didn't she know that Alicia knew?
"Not much, but I get better looking every day!" Massie and Alicia cracked up, secretly eyeing each other behind happy facades. Massie smoothed her glossy straightened hair and waited for Alicia to take notice. As long as she got as far away from Cam, sigh, it was okay. She knew Alicia wasn't the type to strike first with an army.
"Ehmagawd! Your hair! Fab, love it!" Alicia touched a silky strand and contemplated craftily asking Massie about Cam.
"I spent for-ever on it! Thank gawd for flat irons!" Massie held up a tanned, shell pink painted hand up to Alicia's naturally tan one.
"So, did you hear?"
"About?"
"Simka Reshke's highlights! Ehmagawd! Gold is tackier than fake Versace!"
"Ehmagawd and Benny Reynolds, did you see her? She looked like she stuffed Nerf foot balls down her shirt!" Massie smiled ecstatically and continued the conversation of gossip and boy rating.
Alicia took a breath and laid a delicate hand over her C-cups. "Did you see Jeremiah? Damn, he buffed up. Yumm-e!" Alicia licked her lips flirtatiously and they cracked up.
They didn't realize they had gotten to Dylan's house until the flaming redhead tapped on the tinted window.
"AHHHHHHH!!!!!!" They screamed, grabbing each other tight. It made Massie flash back to the time when she had hosted her very first boy-girl Halloween party. Dylan, Vader, Derrick, Cam, and her had crowded into the tiny bathroom outside. Once she had gotten close to Cam, Alicia and Olivia barged in and stole them away. Yum, 7th grade Cam…
"Hey, thanks guys, love you too," Dylan rolled her cat-like emerald eyes, rapidly engaging Alicia in conversation with Alicia about something that Kori said to Strawberry about her buffalo hips…
Massie turned away from them and thought about Derrick and Cam, hating how she compared them. She liked Derrick, they were the perfect couple ahb-viously, but Cam was just so good in bed and he made her feel special and…
Massie's heart fluttered and thought about that sacred night they shared. Even though it was cheesy, Massie was only reminded of the deep kisses, breathy whispers on her perspiring skin, the way Cam held her close…
But, Massie and Derrick were perfect. Breaking up with him and practically jumping Cam's delicious bones was a surefire way of telling BOCD: "Hey! I just dumped Derrick because I wildly fucked Cam last weekend!"
And that was nawt acceptable.