I Promise
Chapter 2
Hey there! As promised, I updated this story. I'll try to update Wave Hello and You Know You Love Me, but I'm kinda busy with testing and all. Thanks for being so patient.
-Anastasia
Alicia's POV
Massie, Emma, and I had just straggled into the Block estate laden with shopping bags when the chime of the doorbell echoed throughout the spacious foyer. Groaning in pain, we hauled our bounty up to Massie's room. From Massie's newly renovated balcony, I could see a silver Mercedes-Benz parked in the wide circular driveway. That was Derrick's car. What was he doing here? I craned my neck to see the boys emerge from the Benz. I heard Inez greet them, and call for Massie over the intercom. I raced back into Massie's room. Massie was speaking into the intercom with Inez. "Okay, thanks Inez. Be right there."
"Massie! No! It's Derrington and the guys!" Her perfectly waxed eyebrows knit together.
"How do you know?"
"I saw them from the balcony."
"Ohmigod. Desperate much?" Emma piped up while sorting through the silky fabrics in a white paper DKNY bag. Massie shrugged as she held a gray Alexander Wang drop jersey dress up to her lean torso.
"So… Are you just going to leave them there?"
"Sure, why not."
I shrugged, not caring about the drama. Emma pulled a canary-yellow Stella McCartney jumpsuit out of a bag, and I immediately wrinkled my ski-jump nose in disgust. Massie watched me curiously.
"God Leesh, what do you have against Stella?"
"Everything."
"Spill."
"Okay, so I was meeting Stella in a coffee shop in London to discuss my new fashion line, and she said my best design was 'too mainstream'. I got so pissed, I just walked out on her."
Massie snickered into her French-manicured hands. Emma glared at the offending cloth and flung it off the balcony. I began to double over in hysterics at Emma's reaction when I heard unmistakably male voices drifting over the balcony.
"Hey, look! Somebody's been shopping!" Male laughter ensued. Massie, Emma, and I rushed over to the balcony and peered down over the stone railing. Derrick was holding up the discarded Stella, waving it like a flag in a summer gust. Massie's Glossip Girl Vixen-glossed upper lip curled in disgust. She rolled her eyes and glared down at the guys. "What the bloody hell are you lot doing here? Stalker much?" The guys snicker-punched Derrick. Derrick's cheeks took on a rosy red tint, and he extended his hand. In his palm, lay a single, glittering, diamond-encrusted gold crown. Massie's lost charm. I, was shocked. But Massie just smirked at Derrick like she knew he had it all along.
"Hey Block, I got a souvenir!"
"Would you care to return it?"
"In your dreams!"
"Can you please be a little more immature?"
"Nope. If you want it back, you'll have to meet me at Starbucks tomorrow at 9:30 am."
I gasped. Derrick was forcing/tricking Massie into going on a date with him! I glared at Derrick, sending him my best death glare. Massie rolled her amber eyes and looked at me; and then Emma. We mentally debated our options.
Should I go?
Ew, opposite of yes!
He's just tricking you to go on a date.
Can that be any more ah-bvious?
Um, no.
But I need my crown charm!
Point!
Sighing tiredly, Massie leaned over the balcony. Derrick's wide pleading brown irises twinkled with victory as he smirked. Seriously, if you counted the number of times the guy smirked a day, you'd end up with a number near the millions. Massie, looked defeated, bedraggled, and downright exhausted. She looked like she was going to collapse any moment now. But she wore one of her infamous I-am-about-to-take-great-pleasure-in-destroying-yo u half-smiles. I saw the look on her face, and I automatically knew Derrick would not be getting that date. Massie smirked.
"Nah, I'll just get a new crown charm at Tiffany's. It's not like that crown is the only one in the world." Massie said triumphantly. The light that fired up the light behind Derrick's puppy-dog eyes faded quicker than tan lines in the winter.
"Wha-what?!"
Massie rolled her eyes at his utter stupidity. I snickered into my Chanel-polished hand to hold back my laughter. Emma didn't even bother concealing her amusement. She was rolling around on the marble balcony floor laughing so hard that no sound came out; clapping like a retarded seal. The sight made me crack up as well, and finally, my muffled laughter turned into full-on hysterics; tears rolling down my flushed cheeks. Thank God for waterproof makeup. Otherwise, my face would've practically melted.
"It's all very simple. I'm not going on that date with you, not now; not ever." Us girls were laughing non-stop while clutching our toned stomachs while the guys stood on the grass motionlessly stoic. Derrick's brown eyes widened with hurt and then narrowed. A sly grin twitched on his naturally red lips, and I knew he wasn't going to stop chasing after Massie until he had her.
"You think you'll be able to shake me that easily, Block? I'll chase after you, and I'll never rest until you agree. I'll wait forever."
Massie abruptly stopped laughing. Her brow creased, and confusion replaced triumph in her fierce glowing amber eyes.
"You really meant that?"
"Yes."
"Every word of it."
"I don't believe a word of it."
"Massie! Come on! Give me one more chance! I really do love you!"
Massie rolled her eyes and glared an angry death-look at Derrick. Her eyes were stone-hard and cold as ice. When she spoke, I could feel the temperature dropping below zero.
"Derrick, if you really loved me, you would have never left me."
Before he could protest or shout more about his undying love for Massie, Massie stormed back into her spacious bedroom and shut the glass-paned French doors leading out to her balcony. Massie immediately kicked off her yellow cork wedges and flopped onto her fluffy duvet-covered king-size four-poster. "Omigod." Massie slapped her palm to her zit-free forehead. Emma was changing into impossibly-soft-looking chocolate brown suede miniskirt, a pair of white open-toed Manolos with a rainbow of rhinestones encrusted around the open-toe part, and a gold-and-silver Chanel halter top. Massie suddenly bolted up from her bed and turned to face me. "Leesh, do you really think he loves me?" I gave her a skeptical look.
"Mass, please do nawt tell me you're thinking of taking him back."
"But, Leesh, he was my first love. I can't just forget about him. Especially with him trailing me like a sick dog." I frowned in sympathy. I understood. It was hard to say no to your first love. After I dumped Josh for cheating on me with Olivia Ryan in high school, Josh chased after me like I was the last Prada clutch at the mall on prom night. He appeared at my bedroom window, shimmying up the leafy tree that grew outside of my window with a bouquet of roses clutched in his teeth. At first I rejected him; slamming the window shut, pushing him off the tree. Stuff like that. But after a time of holding a grudge, I was beginning to weaken. A girl would only say no to her first love so many times.
"Let him pursue you for a while. If he loses interest quickly because he has to work to win you, ditch him faster than a pair of heels with dog poo. But if he keeps on trying and won't stop, take him back. Trust me, you'll eventually give in."
Massie raised her perfectly waxed eyebrows, silently asking how I knew all of this. I smiled inwardly.
"That happened with me and Josh."
"Ah."
This was what I loved about being with Massie. She understood me completely, no other words needed.
Any suggestions? Any OCs?
Thanks for reading!
-Anastasia
