Block Estate

Wednesday, March 28th, 2015

3:15 P.M.

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Massie Block and Alicia Rivera sat in the Block Estate (yes, Massie still lives at home), at the marble counter eating some veggies and dip.

"The way I'm looking at it, this is a great opportunity. If you and Derrick are cool again, then me, Josh, and you and D can finally hang out again!" Alicia said with a white, toothy smile.

"I cannot believe you just said my name, Derrick, and cool in the same sentence. Never, NEVER, will that happen," Massie added, genuinely stunned at her friend.

"Alright, it was just a thought. I mean it sucks that we can't all hang out together. But whatever, topic change. Did you see Gossip Girl last night?!" she said, in an attempt to change the subject.

"Whatever. I wish I had a Dan Humphrey. Just richer, awbviously." Massie sighed.

Teen Vogue

Tuesday, March 27th, 2015

6:12 P.M.

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"I cannot believe this! I really can't!" Karen shouted, quite loudly.

"You know I don't even like him. I would much rather you get to do this than I." Massie said, completely honestly.

"Can I come along? PLEASE! I'm begging," Karen added, literally getting down on her hands and knees.

"How many times do I have to tell you? I asked Ms. Parsins and she said no! I would have loved for you to come, you know that. Now go do some work or something," Massie said, shooing her away with her hand waving towards the door. Karen left, mumbling some words as she left. Of course she would have liked to have Karen come with her to research Derrick Harrington. No way did she want to do this on her own. But it decided her job and her future. She had merely no choice.

Cougars Stadium

Wednesday, March 27th, 2015

8:31 A.M.

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Massie sat in her car parked in the parking lot of the stadium. She took deep breaths, lots of them actually. She couldn't believe she actually had to do this. Running her hair through her fingers, she texted Kristen: 'wish me luck.' Stepping out of her BMW convertible, she grabbed her keys and her purse taking more deep sighs. It seemed like all that she could hear were the taps of her high-heels on the blacktop. Click, clack. And then on the turf.

There he was, standing near the goal, taking a drink. 'Ahem.' She cleared her throat to get his attention.

Turning around he said, "Well, well, well. Look at what the cat dragged in."