2nd chapter- enjoy!
Yes, Massie has children, and one of them were mentioned in one of the chapters. ;) However, I am not yet sure when they'll make their official appearances in this fic.
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WESTCHESTER MALL
STARBUCKS
FEBRUARY 05, SUNDAY
5:10 PM
"Look who finally decided to show up," Angela Maxwell said coolly as she eyed Gracie Heart slide into the seat next to her.
"I'm sorry," Gracie apologized. "I thought I told you guys I had to go to the airport to bring my grandma there."
"You never told us you were coming late," Angela shot back, her grey eyes piercing.
"Sorry," Gracie repeated and slowly lowered her head in shame. But it snapped back up when she heard one of the baristas called out her name to get her drink.
Angela let out a sigh, inhaling her chai tea latte's soothing aroma. But it was useless—everyone knew how much the alpha of Bold & Vogue hated anything or anyone that was late. Gracie should consider herself lucky that she was friends with her, or else she might have been cut off faster than unpaid electricity. But then again, maybe she should've been grateful that Gracie was actually present. It calmed her knowing that all of her friends were with her—honoring the tradition of going to the Westchester Mall every Sunday—rather than hanging out with other people and possibly backstabbing Bold & Vogue. Or worse, maybe gossiping about Angela herself. She was paranoid that way.
Angela watched as Gracie approached them again, a coconut crème frappuccino in her slightly pale and damp hand. "Now that we're complete"—Angela glared at Gracie who speed-sipped her frappucccino—"I guess we can keep the gossip ball rolling?"
"Mmmm!" Arielle Flowers squealed, raising her long arms in the air like she was riding a roller coaster at the exact same time Gracie muttered, "I've got some."
Angela nodded in Arielle's direction, sending her straight strawberry blonde hair down her breasts.
Arielle swallowed her blueberry muffin and began speaking. "Okay, so you guys know Jocelyn Kime?"
"The high school girl who looks like a guy?" Gillian Baxter asked.
"She likes to be called Jo," Maria Rodriguez added in a bored manner, inspecting the tips of her golden brown hair for any split ends.
"I thought it was Joe." Gillian replied, her dark eyebrows furrowing. "You know, with an E?"
"Doesn't matter!" Gracie huffed, obviously excited for her turn to share her own piece of gossip. "C'mon, Arielle. Just go!"
"Alright, alright," she rolled her amber eyes. Then, she glanced at each of her friends' faces, making sure that they were still listening to her. "So apparently she got caught kissing someone else other than Lorenzo."
"So?" Angela yawned. These days, a lot of people were cheating on their partners as if Cosmo announced that cheating was the new thin. It was boring her to death.
"So! She got caught cheating on her boyfriend with a girl!"
"No. Way." Maria gasped, her narrow chocolate brown eyes widening.
"Wow," Gillian mumbled.
Gracie speed-sipped her drink again.
"Where? When?" Angela demanded. Now this was different.
Arielle smirked, obviously pleased with their reactions. "Sonia Rivera told me. She was a first-hand witness at the mall."
"Way to go, Joe," Gracie snickered. The others snickered along with her.
"Good gossip, A," Angela exclaimed, pounding the varnished table with a fist. "Okay, Gracie you have one—"
"I'm not yet done," Arielle whined. "I still have more."
Angela side-glanced at Gracie, whose sapphire eyes were widening. It seemed like her gossip was really big, but... "Okay, A, what's your other news for us?" she decided. Maybe that would teach her not to be late anymore if she wants more time to share her news...
"Uh-huh. This one's about the Golden Couple in our grade." Arielle leaned back and bit the last piece of her muffin before continuing. "So there are rumors about how Stacy and Jimmy having cracks in their so-called perfect relationship..."
As Arielle recounted the events about the couple's rumored first fight, Angela's focus drifted to a middle-aged woman and an impatient little girl who looked like it was their first time ordering in Starbucks. They acted confused and uncomfortable, with only the cashier person to (unwillingly) help them.
Almost two years ago, Angela found herself in a similar situation. Before she found the clique form in the first-floor washroom of OCD, she was just the friendless, chubby new girl whose Alpha potential was still yet to be discovered.
"Oh, so it's Vanilla Bean!" the woman exclaimed. She then turned to the young girl. "Sweetie, it's not Vanilla Dream, it's Vanilla Bean."
Angela rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help but smile. The way the little girl squealed was over exaggerated, but she realized that was how she reacted when Gillian called her that one night, informing her she was part of the Top 8. Two days later, she arrived in the same Starbucks in the same spot—a round table tucked in the store's corner, farthest from the exit and the restroom—to see that only three of her fellow competitors (Arielle, Gracie, and Maria) were seated. And that was when she found out that she was officially in... This didn't surprise her, of course.
But when Gillian suddenly came in and announced that she would be the alpha of the group Angela got caught off guard. Since Gillian was the one who sent out the forms, Angela and the others were expecting her to be the alpha. But Gillian admitted to them that while she did have enough brains to actually think of forming a rival clique, she didn't have the guts to lead one, so she decided to pick someone she saw potential in when Gillian was hanging out with them. And she picked Angela.
"Um. Earth to Angela...!" Gillian called out, snapping her fingers in front of the Alpha's fair face. "Are you back here now or still daydreaming in heaven?"
"Stop that!" Angela snapped, returning to reality. She lifted her cardboard cup to her full lips, only to realize it was already empty. She put down the cup with a loud clink.
"Now that the angel's back on Earth..." Gillian turned to Gracie.
Gracie's eyes lit up when she remembered it was finally her turn to share. "Oh, right!" She sounded both relieved and anxious.
"Wait." Angela demanded. She took out her BlackBerry phone from her Caterina Lucchi satchel to check the time. Angela hardly wore a watch, believing that the only accessories that could clutter her arms were bracelets and bangles from Tiffany & Co. "Sorry, but we gotta go." She stood up and grabbed her satchel.
"What? I thought... But what about my...?" Gracie stammered, looking confused.
"Um, if we don't get to any store by right now, we'll be closed out!"
"She's got a point," Arielle agreed. "I've wanted to get the cutest sunglasses in Nordstrom and I can only get them today."
"But what about the gossip?" Maria protested.
Gracie nodded. "Yeah, and mine's like, really important. It's about—"
"What could be more important the stylish designer clothes?!"
"But..." Gracie's voice faltered upon seeing Angela glaring at her, her grey eyes looking stormier than usual. Never mess with the alpha, was the number one rule when it came to cliques. But couldn't Gracie break it just this once?
"Don't worry," Angela's look softened a bit, "you share us the gossip while we're trying out clothes or while we're in the car."
"F-Fine," Gracie mumbled, defeated. But she knew that Angela would be too distracted by the latest sweats by Juicy Couture to actually listen or too tired in the car to actually hear the gossip.
"Yeah, whatever you say," Gillian added with a sigh.
Huffing, Maria stood up and walked up to Angela and Arielle, with Gillian in tow.
"You won't be able to give us the gossip if you're just gonna sit there, G," Angela joked.
Gracie collected her things, stood up, and walked behind her friends. She hated it that even if she wasn't the omega in the group, she still felt like one. After much consideration, she bit down on her straw hard, imagining with every step that she was biting down Angela's head.
A girl can dream, right?
