JFK Airport 4:05 P.M. Massie Block
Massie Block stood at the airport awkwardly, trying to look cool, confident, fun, and bored all at the same time. It was her first day back at Westchester. None of her old friends knew... she was planning to keep it a surprise! But holding in a surprise this big was as hard as maintaining a no-carb diet when surrounded by full-sugar snacks. She ached to whip out her iPhone and text the Pretty Committee, but she decided she'd rather show up and surprise her friends instead. In a mint green silk BCBG halter top, a black Chip&Pepper miniskirt, gray wool kneesocks from that cute English boutique near her old England home, and Marc Jacobs black heels, she felt coordinated and stylish. Her glossy brown hair was in an edgy fishtail braid, and her amber eyes were played up with smoky gray eyeliner. She rated herself a 9.6, as her skin was marshmallow white and her undereye circles were too dark to conceal with her new Sephora cover-up.
It would be hard adjusting back to Westchester. Somehow, two years after moving to England, her father's luck spiraled up, and they were back from rags to riches. She would still miss a lot of parts of her cute little English town; the simple boutiques with ah-dorable vintage clothes, her sexy and charming boyfriend James, whom she'd met on the plane ride to England when she first moved. She'd miss the grace and politeness of all the residents there. Ah-bviously it was not as amazing as Westchester, but England came in a close second. While she waited for her mom to finish collecting all of their things, she slid her new purple iPhone from her deep Prada hobo bag and instantly texted James.
Massie: Miss you already /3 James: I'll miss you more.
Massie: You'll visit, won't you?
James: Of course! And even when I'm not we can e-mail, IM, and video-chat.
Massie: Okay. Well, I have to go. Catch up with you later, sexy.
James: Love you! Don't take too long.
Massie locked her cell and slipped it back into her bag, reminiscing on her past experiences at her old high school. The populars hated her (ah-bviously jealous!). Their infamous clique, The Beauty Sashays, were just like the Pretty Committee of England. They were fashionable, popular, and just as vicious. Everyone looked up to them. No matter how much Massie flaunted her glossy hair and nice clothes, nobody would listen- she felt like a movie that nobody wanted to see- probably good enough, but nobody payed enough attention to care. So, she had to accept her place in the LBR clique of her three then-new best friends, Debbie, Abbie, and Lindy. They weren't the same as the Pretty Committee. They had no sense of style and they could care less about gossip. In some ways this was good- she knew they wouldn't talk about her- but in some ways it was horrible. They wouldn't read celeb gossip magazines, and Facebook-stalking enemies and crushes was an automatic out. Massie longed to be back in Westchester, ruling the halls of OCD Middle School- excuse me- OCD High School, and being looked upon as a goddess. As soon as she had a special GLU meeting with the PC, They'd be all ready to plan a welcome-back party. It was so exciting.
Kendra walked over to Massie in her low-heel black Jimmy Choo kitten heels, dark-washed low waisted True Religion jeans, and a baby blue Juicy sweatshirt. She rolled a luggage bag behind her, careful not to ruin her new French manicure. "Come on, Massie. Your dad is in the car all ready to drive us home. The moving trucks are taking care of everything else." Kendra informed Massie, fixing her shiny black bob so that it was settled perfectly on each of her shoulders.
"'Kay," Massie said, trying to act as though this was no big deal. Though she tried to have a serious expression, a smile played at the corner of her freshly glossed mouth. She had been gloss-deprived for two years- Glossip Girl didn't ship to England! She'd been forced to use non-designer brands. Of course, now that they were moving back to Westchester, she'd immediately re-subscribed to the Glossip Girl daily doorstep gloss schedule. She slid her phone from her purse and decided to visit Alicia first- she'd be the most excited. Before she sent a text to her once-beta, she scrolled through their past messages. Alicia barely replied-usually only once a week she texted back. They barely skyped anymore. She hoped that once she returned they could stay as close as they used to be. It's okay, Massie thought to herself. Alicia's probably just busy with dancing and stuff. Finally, Massie typed out the perfect text for Alicia.
Massie: I hav a BIG surprise 4 u. B ready. It will arrive at ur doorstep soon today!
She sent the message, and then shut her phone. She couldn't wait to see the look on Alicia's face when she saw her old BFF standing at her door, looking great as ever. As soon as the Blocks reached their newly bought mansion, Massie slid into the buttery leather seats of their recently hired driver, Fabio's, Ferarri. He began to drive as soon as the words "Alicia's house," escaped her freshly glossed lips. Massie took a deep breath, sat back, and looked out the window.
The grass lawns of the nearby mansions were bright green and perfectly mowed. It was early September, and Massie was enjoying the fact that today was strangely warm. She reached into the mini fridge and pulled out a sparkling bottle of Perrier. She was so glad to be home.
The Rivera Mansion 5:00 P.M. Alicia Rivera
Alicia Rivera jumped, surprised, as her new red iPhone 'pinged' to indicate a new text message. She was busy scribbling plans for her insanely popular- and famous- clique, the Good the Bad and the Fab, also known as the TGBF. She sat up from her plush beanbag chair and snatched her cell from her computer desk with her perfect square coral nails. Her wooden bangles tapped together as she brought the phone to eye-level. It was a new text from her ex-alpha, Massie.
Alicia rolled her dark brown eyes. Massie was older than the Sevens jeans trend. She hated texting with the old alpha. She was the new alpha, and Massie just had to realize that. Massie was no longer her bestie. She was just like the neon blue minidress she'd purchaced from D&G last summer; she had once loved it, everything about it. But now, she realized there was nothing special about the tacky, lycra fabric that just called for attention and was now a back-up plan in case she didn't have anything else to wear.
Massie: I hav a BIG surprise 4 u. B ready. It will arrive at ur doorstep soon today!
Alicia wondered what the package could be. Designer clothes from a cute English boutique? Tickets to a Drake concert? Even though she was bored with the alpha, she couldn't help but buzz with excitement. She shut her Alpha Planning Book (APB) and stood up in her Jimmy Choo lime green heels and clacked over to her vanity mirror. Bored, she braided her hair swiftly and tied it at the end with a silver ribbon from her drawer. DINGGG DONGGG!
Alicia quickly un-braided her hair and swiftly re-glossed with a frosty pink color. She sped down the long,spiraling staircase and held her C-cups as she took a breath at the door. She took a peek through the peephole with her big brown eyes. All she saw was a mess of shiny brown hair, big sunglasses, and recently glossed lips.
Alicia gingerly opened the door, hoping the person wasn't a serial killer, coming to murder her and the rest of her family. Why would someone want to kill me? Alicia thought nervously. She bit her lip and swung the large French doors all the way open.
"Surprise," said a very, very familiar voice. Alicia's pink lips parted as she let out a loud, "EHMAGAWD!" The girl slid her sunglasses off and smirked. "Hey, Leesh." "M-massie... I didn't know you were coming back?" Alicia barely whispered. "I wanted to surprise my best friends!" beamed Massie. She swayed her hips happily with her miniskirt. Her legs were longer than a daddy longlegs'. She was still gorgeous.
Alicia's mouth tasted like pennies. Massie wasn't an LBR. She was wearing ah-dorable clothes. Her hair was sexy and glossy. Her lips looked perfectly kissable. She was the same alpha from eighth grade, only in tenth-
grade form. If Massie was staying for good- then Alicia's chances of staying alpha of TGBF were slim. "Yay," Alicia managed weakly. She leaned in to hug her friend. Massie's hug was as warm and inviting as a skinny gingerbread latte from Starbucks. Alicia couldn't help but try to strangle Massie in her arms. "Ow," giggled Massie, instantly re-glossing her lips with a Maybelline clear gloss.
"So, how long are you staying?" Alicia asked hopefully, willing Massie to tell her she was just visiting.
"For good!" Massie screamed happily. "We have a house and everything. I'm going to OCD High School next week!" "Great," Alicia tried.
"Leesh, is something wrong?" Massie asked worriedly. She searched Alicia's perfect face for an answer, but Alicia gave back a blank stare.
"Of course nawt," Alicia smirked. Massie smiled brightly. Anyone with eyes could say that this girl was happy as Claire on a 75% BCBG sale. But her actions spoke louder. Her hands fumbled to grab her gloss. She then immediately glossed her lips, though they were already thoroughly shiny. Alicia knew this action as the "Panic Glossing". "I like your outfit," Massie complimented, acting nicer than her usual self. "Thanks," Alicia tried to smile, glancing down at her dressy-meets-casual ensemble. Since she was planning to go out for a VIP Starbucks meeting with TGBF later on, she was wearing a cream white slip dress from Ralph Lauren with suede ankle booties and a sea foam green Dooney & Bourke cardigan. She looked simple, elegent, and yet ready to go to the mall. "Well, I have to go break the news to the others," Massie said. "I'll catch up with you later." Alicia half-waved as her ex-bestie turned on her heel and started stomping down the stone stairs leading up to her elegant doorway. Alicia noticed something she'd never noticed on Massie before. Tears were brimming her beautiful amber eyes, threatening to fall and ruin the ex-alpha's reputation of being untouchable. Alicia almost called out to Massie, guilt flooding her body, but she couldn't let herself. With Massie back in her life, some serious damage could be done to her alpha status, and even more.
The Set of Marvilous Marvils 5:30 PM Dylan Marvil
Dylan Marvil twisted her curly red hair into a messy bun and took a sip of her complementary Hot Strawberry Chocolate; hot chocolate with slices of strawerries floating inside. Her mother, Merri-lee Marvil, was getting her makeup touched up, so she had a break from her ever-so-popular reality show. She skimmed the snack table to see if it held anything besides Nutz Over Chocolate Luna Bars. Fortunately, there were cookies and nachos, ready to be shoved into Dylan's mouth. A man with a clipboard swiped a cookie and stuffed it into his pocket, glanced around, and shoved in two more. Dylan smirked and stifled a giggle, sparing the man his pride- and his job. The food was strictly for the cast only. She slid her special MARVILOUS phone that had just come out. It was her mother's phone line. The phone consisted of hollogram videos, video chat, a mirror, and much more. It was the phone of her dreams. She composed a text message to Massie, her old bestie who had moved to England back in middle school. Back then, Massie had been the alpha. Now, the spot as most popular was competed between her and Alicia Rivera, her (sometimes) BFF.
Dylan: Hey Mass! Funniest thing ever. Here on the set, sum guy just stole like 3 cookies!
Massie: LOL! I have a surprise 4 u. Cnt wait for u 2 c! It will b ur house soon.
Dylan: ?
Dylan confusedly strode over to the snack table, phone still in hand. She grabed a bowl, piled it high with Mac N Cheese, and went back to her seat. At a moment like this, Dylan didn't care about gaining weight. She hated surprises, even if they were good. Suddenly, her phone vibrated again. She had a text from Alicia.
Alicia: Gossip=10,000,000 gossip pnts.
Dylan's icy blue eyes almost bugged out of her head. Ten MILLION gossip points? That was a lot. It must be good. Dylan leaned over her phone in anticipation as she tapped out a text with her turquoise-painted thumbs.
Dylan: And?
Alicia: Massi Block moved back to Westchester, just visisted my house to surprise me. Dylan: OMG! Mass just said she wuz going 2 surprise me Alicia: Ya, watever Dylan: How are you not excited? It's Mass, our old BFF? Alicia: She's old. LOL. Dylan: I'm happy she's back :)
Suddenly, the doorbell rang sharply and loudly. Dylan adjusted her oversized Marc Jacobs babydoll tee which was cinched at the waist with a braided leather belt. She'd paired her top with Chip&Pepper jeans and Jimmy Choo moccasin-style boots. Dylan felt boho-chic and loved it. She was going for a new hippie-chick vibe, only not dirty.
Dylan swung the door open and smirked. "Hey Mass."
Massie bit her lip. "How did you know I was coming?"
"Things pass around the grapevine quickly," laughed Dylan. "Don't worry, I won't tell Kristen."
Massie nodded her head. "Thank you." "No problem! Mass, I missed you so much!" Dylan gushed, giving her old alpha a squeeze.
"I missed you too," Massie gave Dylan a lazer-whitened smile and then quickly re-glossed her light pink lips. "Gawd, I love Westchester so much!" Suddenly, a wicked grin played at the corners of Massie's mouth. Dylan's mouth went dry and the hair on the back of her neck stood up stiffly. She longed for a raspberry Vitamin Water to calm her nerves. She remembered that face. Massie was about to throw out a mean remark.