The Girl: Massie Block
The Getup: Grey Iro 'Parnass' skinny jeans, white Keep Me racerback top, beige TopShop blazer, tan Alexander McQueen 'Faithful' satchel, khaki lace up Christian Louboutin shoe boots
The Girl: Claire Lyons
The Getup: Grey T by Alexander Wang 'Football' top, floral Judi Rosen, tan Loeffler Randall ruffle booties, Be & D olive colored 'Woodstock' bag, Jimmy Choo sunglasses
The Girl: Alicia Rivera
The Getup: Mint green crochet knit 'Ventimiglia' Missoni skirt, white J. Crew shirt, black Vanessa Bruno satin jacket, black Surface to Air buckle wedge sandals, grapefruit Bottega Venetta clutch, Marni rope necklace
The Girl: Jenna Stewart
The Getup: White belted Moschino Cheap & Chic sun dress, gold spike Mawi necklace, orange crepe Vanessa Bruno jacket, black high heeled Valentino sandals, black Ray Ban sunglasses, black Michael Kors 'Skorpios' bag
10:04
Starbucks, Westchester, NY
Saturday, September 16th
"So, debrief?" Massie suggested as she took a long sip of her drink, her eyes sweeping over her friends.
"Sure." Alicia replied, taking a breath before continuing. "I had a lot of fun last night, but I barely grinded with Josh. We grinded for like what, two songs maybe?" Alicia lamented, sighing into her passion fruit lemonade.
"You were probably too busy worrying about what other girls were doing." Jenna shot back, shooting a raised eyebrow her way.
"You know what Ste-" The Latina began, fixing her face into a snarl. She barely got the sentence out however, Massie interjecting quickly.
"Stop." She commanded under her breath, glaring at both of them pointedly.
"Have any of you heard from Dyl?" Claire questioned, attempting to change the subject.
"Now that I think about it…" Jenna began, completely forgetting her and Alicia's little spat. "No."
"That's a problem." Massie said with a slight pout, pulling out her iPhone to text her best friend. "What about Kris?" She added on, missing the athletic blonde already.
"Nope." They all resounded, causing them all to sigh at different intervals. They'd swore to all keep in touch, but only a week or so into the school year and they were already acting like distant facebook friends.
"We need to get out to Cali and the North East as soon as possible."
"Omg yes." Alicia agreed crossing her unbelievably tan legs.
"Can we leave today?" Claire asked jokingly, tapping out a text on her sidekick away from the view of everyone else.
"I wish…we can go next weekend." Massie answered, sadness washing over her as she really felt the absence of her friends.
She really did miss them.
Who: Claire Lyons
Where: Park
When: 11:56
"You wanted to meet me?" Claire questioned lightly, staring into the eyes of the boy she loved with not even a glint of emotion.
"Yeah, we need to talk." He answered, shoving his hands in his jean pockets.
Claire would admit it, he looked good. It was something she didn't want to say out loud, but she found nothing wrong with thinking it. "About?" She replied, attempting to keep the conversation controlled.
"Oh you know what about Claire." Cam spat back, Claire virtually see his patience wearing thin.
"Please help me to understand Cameron." She all but hissed, his full name feeling wrong in her mouth.
"Fine Claire." He huffed, his eyes blazing. "Tell me why you were making out with Cash."
"Oh, that." Claire replied with a smirk, attempting to be calm and collected like she was used to seeing Massie. But it was a tad awkward, considering the bubbly and smiley Claire was doing it instead.
Cam rolled his different colored eyes as his lip curled in disgust. "Yeah, that. What the fuck was that?"
"Don't get so angry Cam, it wasn't like you were pining away from me in a little corner. You were tonsil fucking some brunette ten feet away from me!" Claire nearly shrieked, throwing up her hands in anger.
"That has nothing to do with the fact-" Cam started, Claire cutting him off with a simple look.
"Try again." Claire replied, looking at the ground.
"Okay, I'm sorry." He conceded, attempting to reach for her hands, Claire flinching away before relaxing.
"Its okay." She replied, feeling an overwhelming sense of wanting to have Cam encasing her body.
"Can we just stop?" He asked, the look in his eye pleading.
"Stop what exactly?" She asked, looking at him from under her lashes with a grin.
"This not being together thing." Cam replied plainly, moving his hands from hers to her waist, gripping her softly.
"You're tired of it too?" She questioned, the grin on her lips spreading, now turning into a full blown smile.
"Yes." He answered, leaning over her and readying himself to plant his lips on hers, a sensation he'd been missing for so long. He descended, inhaling her sweet, clean smell and her sugary breath.
When their lips finally connected, Claire could swear the world stopped, the blonde feeling his kiss from head to toe. His lips continued to press against hers, Claire gently capturing his bottom lip with her teeth and pulling.
Cam groaned in response.
Excellent.
"I missed that." She told him when they finally split apart, nuzzling her blonde head into the crook of his neck.
"So did I." He replied quietly, his arm encasing her shoulder.
The Girl: Dylan Marvil
The Getup: Navy blue Tsumori Chisato skirt, white mini pocket T by Alexander Wang shirt, tan Jessica Simpson sandals, tan Marc by Marc Jacobs hobo, black oversized sunglasses
The Girl: Madeline Marvil
The Getup: Peach floral Verdissima dress, peach Marc Jacobs 'Rio' bag, rosette detailed Valentino leather sandals
The Girl: Kerri Marvil
The Getup: Pink floral BCBGeneration dress, red Fendi leather belt, red ankle strap Fendi pumps, Juicy Couture music note necklace, white vintage Christian Dior glasses
The Place: Starbucks
The Time: 12:49
"So…are you going to tell mom?" Kerri questioned, drumming her fingers against the table silently.
"I don't want it." Dylan hissed in response, the look in her eye vacant and dead.
Madeline audibly inhaled. "What do you mean?"
"I don't want this thing inside of me." She answered, gripping her cup a little harder.
"You don't mean…" Kerri began, her eyes going wide.
"Obviously I do."
"What made you consider," Madeline's voice suddenly got hushed. "Abortion."
"The fact that the father of this thing inside of me is a lying, cheating whore." Dylan answered with a glare, her eyes blazing.
"That's no reason to get rid of your chi-"
"Don't call it that!" Dylan shouted in response, startling all the people inside of the establishment. "Help me, or leave me alone." She continued through gritted teeth, feeling her tears in the back of her throat.
"We'll help." Kerri answered almost immediately, shutting the conversation down. They wouldn't leave their little sister in the cold like that.
"Good. Home and then the clinic." Dylan commanded, sweeping her drink into the trash before standing to leave.
Her older sisters, that seemed so compliant to her wishes, nodded quickly in response, getting up to leave with her.
This could get interesting.
- Marvil Estate
Dylan grimaced as she pulled up her skirt in the mirror, exposing the flesh of her stomach. Her now tan skin was slightly protruding, a telltale sign of the finished second month, but nothing that anyone but her would notice. 'I can still wear a bikini', she thought vainly, shedding her clothing and changing.
She'd already decided she would burn the upcoming outfit later, only because she wanted no evidence or reminders of what she was about to do. She'd picked out a black Crumpet tank top, a high waisted floral skirt, black Vanessa Bruno blazer(she was still on the fence about burning this particular item, tan Michael Antonio sandals and her black Chanel 2.55. It was mostly black, a sign of mourning.
And she was mourning. Mourning this unborn child, her failed-yet-barely started relationship, the fact that she didn't have her friends to support her in this. It was quite the dilemma really. But she couldn't focus on that, her sister's were waiting downstairs. Taking a final deep breath she spun on her heel, leaving the room.
The redhead did not expect what she was greeted with when she reached the bottom stair.
Phoenix.
Staring back at her in all his attractive, football toned glory. The look in his eye was nothing short of anger with a little tinge of something else, but she couldn't tell what. However, this didn't scare Dylan. Not after what she'd seen only the day before. She couldn't envision herself forgiving his 'little' mistake and she'd just use that to fuel that numb feeling coursing through her body
"Why are you here?" She asked, glaring at him with a certain fierceness behind her green eyes.
"To stop you." He replied easily, his voice reminding her just what got her in this mess in the first place.
"Stop me from doing what?" She replied bitchily, rolling her eyes.
Something in Phoenix obviously snapped, the taller boy grabbing Dylan by her biceps and pulling her within inches of his too perfect mouth. Dylan wondered if this would turn into a hot make out scene that only happened in movies but was quickly assured otherwise, the boy angrily hovering over her. "Don't kill my child."
"That's not your decision." Dylan whimpered in response, her heart hurting as she thought about how he felt.
"It our decision." He answered, stressing the word 'our'.
"Wrong. Its mine."
"No. Dylan Marvil you will not do this to our child."
"Why do you care anyways, you're fucking around with other girls anyways." Dylan answered, the tears flowing freely from her eyes as she let the feeling consume her.
"Fuck." Phoenix cursed, pressing his lips against Dylan's forehead and pulling her close. "I'm sorry. So sorry. I didn't know that's why you were so upset."
"Yea." Dylan replied lamely, the sound muffled by his shirt.
"I'll stop, just say you won't get rid of it."
"Phoenix…" Dylan stated, looking at the grown as she contemplated.
"Dylan please." He continued brokenly, Dylan feeling his tears against her scalp. She was glad she couldn't see it, knowing it would cause her body to rack in tears. "It's ours."
"It is." Dylan answered, pressing a kiss into his clothed shower. "We'll figure it out."
A.N: holaaa. Okay, so im kinda bummed. I found out there's someone else with a story called prada and prejudice and I didn't even know about it. I was like what? So anyways. I have volleyball now, so I'll do replies next chap! I love yalll =) R+R