Chapter Six
Crossview Academy Schedule
First Term
11th Grade (Junior Year)
Name-Miss Massie Cordelia Block
First Period-AP French
Second Period-Precalculus
Third Period-Public Speaking
Fourth Period-Lunch
Fifth Period-P.E.
Sixth Period-AP English
Name-Miss Alicia Anahi Rivera
First Period-AP French
Second Period-AP Calculus
Third Period-Public Speaking
Fourth Period-Lunch
Fifth Period-P.E
Sixth Period-AP English
Name-Miss Dylan Taylor Marvil
First Period-Spanish
Second Period-English
Third Period-Math Support
Fourth Period-Lunch
Fifth Period-P.E.
Sixth Period-Photography
Name-Miss Kristen Michelle Gregory
First Period-AP French
Second Period-AP Calculus
Third Period-Psychology
Fourth Period-Lunch
Fifth Period-P.E.
Sixth Period-AP English
Name-Miss Claire Stacy Lyons
First Period-AP French
Second Period-Advance Filming
Third Period-Precalculus
Fourth Period-Lunch
Fifth Period-P.E
Sixth Period-English
Westchester, New York
Crossview Academy
September 6th
7:05 AM
Massie's stomach churned as Harold-her new driver stopped the Range Rover in front of her new school. Crossview Academy. It was a halfway decent building, she suppose, if you were into Harry Potter or something.
The building was two stories, but seemed bigger. It was built with gray painted bricks and large windows and covered in large green bushes. It seemed intimidating for a school and Massie didn't want to leave her warm, safe car for the wild.
"Miss Block?" Harold turned around. "Is there a problem?"
Is it too late to say I have bad sushi? She though, but then stopped herself. An Alpha never showed signs of weakness even if all that Alpha wanted to do was to book a one way ticket back to London. "Um, yes can you rate me?"
Harold looked more confused. "What?"
"Rate me," she said impatiently. She desperately wished Bernadette were here. "From one to ten. One being the lowest and ten being the best."
Harold still looked confused and like he wanted to be any place rather than here. "Um. . .eight?"
"Eight?" she heard herself screeched as she looked at her outfit. "What's wrong with it?" she looked down at her outfit in panicked. She thought she looked even better than what she looked like for the past few days. At least she wasn't a teary-snob filled mess (or TSFM)
She was wearing dark, curve hugging skinny jeans, dark blue wedges, and a dark blue top with matching silver jewelry and black diamond earrings. She looked like a million bucks, a trendsetter back in London.
But as she looked around she saw that fashion was definitely different here. She saw girls in loose tops, waffle shirts, and unconditioned hair. Was Massie too fashionable for Westchester? Was the homeless look IN?
"I need to go back and change!" she demanded of Harold. "NOW!"
"No can do, Miss Block. School starts in ten minutes."
"I DON'T CARE! I'M PAYING YOU AND I NEED YOU TO TAKE ME HOME NOW!"
"Please, Miss Block," he said squirming. "You're causing a scene."
"I'LL CAUSE AS MANY SCENES AS I WANT TO HAROLD!"
But in the end it didn't matter how much Massie cried, or begged, or tried to bargain with Harold. He wouldn't budge. So Massie found herself in the office of the school, at 7:17 AM, two minutes after the bell had rang filling out paperwork and trying not to look too self conscience. So she looked great and nobody else did, so what. Tomorrow everyone would wear a uniform and it wouldn't matter anymore.
Yeah, right.
Back at OCD even back at KISS she used to be the Queen of Fashion, the style Guru people back then hadn't known fashion if it hit them in the head with a club, but at least people had TRIED, these people didn't seem to CARE.
"Your schedule, Miss Block."
Massie stared at the paper in front of her with horror. Who had set her up with these classes? And were they metal?
AP French?
Precalculus?
The only French word she could say was Oui and didn't everyone know that she and numbers didn't mixed unless they were talking dollars? And P.E.? Who were they kidding?
The only class she might be able to handle was Public Speaking. She did enjoy humiliating people. And with an audience? All the better.
"Mr. Derrick Harrington will be escorting you to your first class, Miss Block."
Massie's ear warmed at the sound of the familiar name. A name she hadn't heard in years, much less seen.
"Massie," said a young man with thick, honey brown hair that fell across his equally brown eyes. He was wearing ah-dorable jeans and a dark blue cashmere sweater. He was taller than Massie and he easily hovered over her. He flashed her a pearly white smile. "I mean Block, you're back."
Massie felt her cheeks heat up. Was Derrington, Derrick she meant, always this Hawt? She peeked again. And this mature?
"Hi, Derrick," she said, sounding like a half decent human being.
Derrington pouted. "What happened to Derrington? I though it was your special nickname for me?"
"That was before," she blushed.
"Before we broke up?" he raised an eyebrow.
Massie shot him an annoyed glare. "Are you going to take me to my class or stalk me?"
Derrick smiled. "Both," he grabbed her hand. "Come on."
Massie's palm started to sweat.
"AP French with Madame Rogers," Derrick said sneered. "Whoa, do I feel bad for you."
"I don't want your pity!" she snarled. Now she knew why she broke up with Derrington or Derrick or whatever his name was. He was an arrogant, selfish, self absorbed boy!
"Relax, Block," he handed her back her scheduled. "I was just teasing. See you later." Then he winked.
Westchester, New York
Crossview Academy
September 6th
7:11 AM
"Killer shoes, Alicia!"
"I love you dress!"
"All hail the future Madame President!"
The compliments that Alicia received warmed her up like a hot chocolate on a snow day. She knew she looked beyond hawt in her dress and her shoes put Gisele to shame. Especially the comment about being president. Alicia liked that a lot.
"Alicia, you look like a chili pepper!" Olivia (Duh-Livia) Ryan said as she practically jumped on top of Alicia. Olivia was tall and blond and had a fourth nose job done over the summer. She might have looked like the perfect, all American girl, but really the girl gave "Airhead" a way different term.
"What?" Alicia screeched as she looked around her. What did Olivia mean? Did she look fat? Did she accidentally sunburn?
"I mean you look pretty," Olivia said as if it should have been obvious.
"Oh," she replied annoyed. Olivia was her second command and even though Alicia got tired of explaining things to her the girl actually had a purpose. She was a great beta and so, so easy to boss around.
The bell rang and Alicia cursed herself for her self consciences. Now no one would see her outfit until lunch.
"Come on," Olivia said. "We have AP French."
"You got into AP French?" The girl didn't even know half of the English vocabulary. Let alone the French one.
"Yep," she said obviously not paying attention. "Let's go."
Alicia and Olivia got there before any one else and managed to score the best seats. The ones in the middle. They could still pay attention while sending texts.
Alicia scanned the room and noticed with approval that all of the other girls outfits were at most a 7 at best. Mascara boggers, fly down zippers, ungloss lips.
"Settle down, settle down," Madame Rogers wheezed. "Welcome everyone to a brand new school year, most of us already know each other-"
"Uh, excuse me?"
Everyone turned down to stare at the new girl that had interrupted Madame Rogers's speech.
Olivia gasped.
Beats of sweats ran down Alicia's forehead and her fingers started trembling.
The girl in front of her was wearing a much prettier, ten worthy first of school outfit. She had the whole casual-yet gorgeous vibe on of not trying too hard yet still looking hawt. And there seemed to be something very European about her even though she was clearly American.
Her dark brown hair fell perfectly straight across her shoulders and her lips were painted a deep coral pink. Alicia recognize those amber eyes, the last time she had seen them they were full with anger.
"And who are you?" Madame Rogers raised an eyebrow.
"Massie," Massie said confident. "Massie Block."
Westchester, New York
Back Parking Lot, Crossview Academy
7:18 AM"Cam, stop we need to go," Claire gently pushed Cam away even though she was deeply enjoying the butterfly kisses he was giving her down her neck. "The warning bell rang and the bell will ring in two minutes."
"So?" he grinned. "We still have 1 minute and 59 seconds before it does, so why don't we wait a little? It's the first day, no one will care."
Claire squirmed uncomfortably. "Cam,"
"Claire Bear," he leaned down and gave her a soft, hungry kiss.
Claire smiled as she rested her back against the oak tree and let Cam kiss her. His hands rummage up her waist and then under her orange shirt, and below her Powerpuff girls bra-
"Cam, stop!" she said.
Cam blinked. "What?"
"You, were," she blushed. "Going under. .. .you know."
"What under your bra?" he said as it were no big deal. "So? Other guys have done worse than that." he sounded annoyed.
Claire bit her lip. "What's that suppose to mean? That you want to do IT too?"
Cam sighed. "Claire, we've been going out for four years-I'm not going to wait around forever, I mean I wont pressure you, but-"
Claire stared at Cam in disbelief. Her Cam. Her perfect, sweet loving Cam, when had he turned into such a. . .sex addict.
Ok, that probably wasn't the right word, but Claire was panicking and she felt that she was going to throw up the gummi bears she ate after breakfast.
"Look, I wont bother you again," he said quickly. "But just promise you'll think about it all right?"
Claire nodded. Oh, she's was going to think about it, but not for the reasons Cam wanted her to think about.
-End of Chapter Six-
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