THE BLOCK ESTATE

MASSIE'S BEDROOM

6:24 a.m.

Excitedly Massie prepared for her make-Derrington-so-jealous night scheme. Hyperventilating she pulled on her Lacoste boat neck sweater and her dark-wash mini skirt. Impressing Dempsey was too easy. Her accessories were in place and her hair hadn't frizzed. Cuhm-plete!

She checked her clock. 6:25. Massie threw a cardigan on and ran outside into the spring chill. Massie flipped her phone up and nearly had a spaz attack as she realized Isaac still hadn't pulled up into the driveway to take her to the soccer field. If she didn't have good timing, this could end very poorly.

"This is brutal," Massie muttered. She tapped her deadly three inch heels on the concrete. The clicking sound was calming. Soon she saw the Range Rover gliding through the back entrance with Isaac looking terrified. "He should be scared." Massie sneered.

"What time is it?!" Massie barked as soon as she set her foot inside.

"6:28." Isaac replied immediately.

"Go! Hurry! Why are you talking to me?" Massie demanded.

Massie closed her eyes and rested while contemplating the next few minutes of her life. This was life or death. LBR or insane popularity-there was no competition there. Insane popularity would get the best of Massie.

Practically jumping out of the car, Massie straightened her clothes out, and breathed deeply. Without bothering to say a mere 'thank you', she waved Isaac off. She rushed to get to the soccer field, and there was Dempsey… no, it was Derrington! This plan is so off! Where is Dempsey? Why is he LATE? "Change of plans," Massie whispered to herself. She went into her critical thinking mode, scheming up a fresh scandal for World War III.

Massie sauntered forward, moving slowly, taking her time. She looked confident and gorgeous. Derrington grinned as Massie winked and sauntered forward. She threw herself toward Derrington and they locked lips. Massie peeked from the corner of her eye and saw Dempsey, walking toward them, completely horrified. Keeping herself from smirking, she continued, trying to look like she was really into kissing Derrington.

Dempsey stopped walking. Hurt, and deceived, he turned and ran. He ran as far as he could from Massie. Stumbling over random rocks, he sprinted home. Dempsey wasn't planning on forgiving Massie.

Massie instantly stopped making out with Derrington. "I've been waiting to do that for a long time." Derrington complained.

"Well it looks like you're gonna have to wait a little longer." Massie whispered.