Massie – 8:13 AM: Physical Education
In the sweltering heat of Westwood's sauna and girls' locker room, Massie Block was stripped down to her Calvin Klein bra and panties, making an effort to change quickly into her gym clothes.
"So, are we going to the mall today or what?" Alicia Rivera was pulling an electric blue Nike sports bra over her bra. Even though they were in high school, Alicia still had the biggest boobs around.
"Um, I think Landy and I going out," Massie said as she pulled her Westwood Cheer shirt over her head. "Sorry, Leesh."
Alicia looked slightly disappointed. For a split second, an angry expression crossed her face, but then it disappeared. "Oh, it's alright. Kristen and Dylan wanted to go to Pomona anyway. We know how you hate that place…"
"Hustle out, girls! Coach Armeli wants us out now!" a loud voice made their way to Alicia and Massie, the voice of none other than Kristen Gregory. She was wearing a Nike I Run like a Girl – Try to Keep Up shirt over a pair of leopard print spandex, that Kristen's over-protective mother would surely die if she saw, and a pair of running shoes. "Hey, girls. Are we still on for the mall after school, Massie?"
Massie opened her mouth, but Alicia quickly cut in. "She has plans with Landon. Weren't we planning a trip to Pomona anyway?"
"Oh." Kristen sounded apathetic. "Yes, that's right. Well, I'll see you two out there."
Massie – 12:19 PM: Algebra
Massie: What did u think of the new girl?
Massie sat in Algebra II with her Droid X in her lap as she sent out the mass text to the Pretty Committee. It was urgent. This girl meant business. Landon had mentioned her – mentioned that new girl to Massie! Was Landon checking out other girls? Did he not like Massie anymore? Did he like skinny, modelesque redheads? Her phone vibrated.
Alicia: SO G2G. Did u see the way she stared u?
Massie: Landon pointed her out 2 me. :(
Kristen: NAWT cool! Nawt PC Material.
Dylan: She seemed OK 2 me. :-\
"Massie, have you solved the problem on the board?" the teacher asked.
"Yep, Mrs. Piper." Massie answered, chipper.
The teacher went back to the less-than-exciting lesson and Massie went back to her Droid, quickly texting the PC back.
Massie: Only cause she's a redhead, Dyl! This is SERIOUS. I can NAWT be losing alpha status because of some trashy ginger! Lunch is back on – this is an emergency!
Massie clicked her Yves St. Laurent pumps together, quite aware of the crisis at hand. It would be like the eighth grade all over again. The Pretty Committee would slip away one by one and they would join this new, better ginger girl over her. It would not happen under Massie's diamond-studded Rolex watch. She flipped her notebook to a new page and compiled a list of things. It was in place of her State of the Union which was SO eighth grade.
Massie Block
Alpha of Westwood, hello! I practically run the place besides Kacianne & Co.
KILLER fashion sense! Massie Block starts trends on a daily basis
The name SCREAMS alpha. Massie-freaking-Block.
I have the hottest boyfriend on campus besides Kacianne Grey. I totes heart Landon Crane for being so adorable. (:
Amelia Pond
Amelia was hanging out with Kacianne & Co. earlier…
Her dress today was to DIE FOR. That was the Diane von Furstenberg dress I've been hunting for!
Her name screams fairy tale…
Landon was the first one to point her out to me.
Massie looked over her list. This girl could NOT trump her. She was new! She was hanging out with Kacianne already. Kacianne & Co.
Kacianne Grey had overthrown and replaced Skye Hamilton. She was a freshman who came straight from the heart of LA after so famously breaking up with some teen celebrity when she came and declared the DSL Daters whores. She gathered some ugly duckling LBRs – who Kacianne thought were inspiring and unique and turned them into swans. Marlen Albuquerque, Jacqui Bordeaux, Chase Montgomery and Kacianne Grey made up the notorious Kacianne & Co.
Her Droid vibrated and she expected a text from the PC but it was from a new number.
555-6873: I won't be able to make it to lunch today, Massie. Sorry!
Massie: Who is this?
555-6873: Amelia, you silly girl. Who else would it be?
Massie died a little inside. Getting texts from unknown numbers was something that happened to LBRs. Not to Massie Block.
She ignored the messages and tried to get back to class. She crumpled up her list and tore it up into small pieces that she would run through her shredder once she got home.
Her Droid vibrated one more time and a small smile formed on her face when she saw who it was from.
Landon: Hey beautiful, are we still on for lunch? :)
Massie: I have plans w/ the girls. Rain check? (:
Landon: Whatever.
Massie cringed a little after seeing Landon's incredibly detached response. But the Pretty Committee had to figure out how to bring down little Amelia Pond – especially since she wasn't going to be there.
"Hey, Massie, do you have a pencil I can borrow?" Bridget Burke (a total LBR!) asked. These girls never asked Massie for things. Not even on a day when Massie was all sunshine and daisies. They knew better not to mess with her. A terrible thought struck a chord in Massie's heart. Was she losing her alpha status?
Graciously, the bell rang and Massie strutted out.
Amelia – 11:57 AM: US History
I sat in Ms. Williams' class (who asked to be called Jessica by her students) waiting anxiously for the bell to ring.
While we sat in our desks, Ms. Williams threw out history tidbits for extra credit, most of which the class ignored, but this other kid in the class and I jumped on. I would not start out the semester with a C.
"Wow, you know quite a bit," a mellow voice said, chuckling.
I turned to my left and noticed a guy smiling at me. I realized he'd been sitting there the whole class. He had dark hair and these really intense gray-blue eyes. He was kind of hot. He was tallish, and wearing a Westbrook Football shirt.
"I took Honors World History at my other school," I said nonchalantly.
"Wow. You know the school offers Honors US History, right?" he said, grinning now. "I'm Landon Crane."
"Amelia Pond," I replied, a smile spreading across my face. "But my friends call me Amy. So, Landon, you play football?" I pointed toward his shirt.
"Yup," he grinned. "I'm the quarterback – we're going to the state championships this year," he added, proudly, like being the star quarterback would make him more desirable. To my slight disappointment, it did.
"What's a quarterback?" I asked, truly confounded . I kept thinking about my mate Sherean back home in London who I'd played football with sometimes.
"It's the quarterback for football. Oh, for American football, I mean!"
The bell rang and I picked up my bag to leave. Landon walked over and stood over me. He was very tall now that I noticed, probably about six feet to my five seven. "Look, I know you're new and all, how about I show you around campus?"
"Um, I'm busy," I said, checking my iPhone. No hateful texts from Massie.
"Come on, I'll take you to lunch," Landon smiled. "Amici's, my treat."
I frowned. "I have plans with Kacianne."
"Amy!" a golden-haired girl with bright blue eyes ran up to me. She was absolutely beautiful. I instantly realized that this was Chase Montgomery, one of Kacianne's friends. "Are you –? Oh." She broke off, looking up at Landon, who, to my slight surprise, was still standing there waiting for me. "Hi, Landon." She smiled good-naturedly.
"Hi, Chase," Landon replied, just as amiably. "Mind if I borrow Amy for lunch? I was planning to show her around."
"Of course!" She grinned this giant, massive grin. Turning to me, she said, "we can do lunch tomorrow, Amy," Chase said, winking. "Have fun, you two!" She walked away just as easily as she had come, with her iPhone in hand, making a call.
Landon smiled and grabbed my books and opened the door for me as we left class. I felt a little excited. We walked down the hall making small talk, almost completely unaware of the dirty looks girls shot at us.
A short Asian girl and her blonde friend glanced over at Landon and then at me. And then a look back at Landon and she shot me a particularly dirty look and pulled out her outdated Motorola RAZR and started calling someone.
I had an uneasy feeling that this would be all over Twitter and Facebook within instants.
But Landon just pulled me along, still holding my books and led me to the parking lot to a black BMW SUV like a complete gentleman.
And we drove off to lunch and that was that.
