Chapter Seven

Westchester, New York

Crossview Academy

September 6th

7:09AM

No one is staring at you, no one is staring at you, Dylan promised herself, but even she knew her lie was faker than a spray tan. When her sisters had offered their "help" yesterday, by giving her a "face mask" she knew chaos was sure to ensured.

When Dylan woke up this morning her face was as greasy as a McDonald French fry and she had pepperoni size pimples spouting all over her face. Apparently the "face mask" had cause Dylan's sensitive skin to blow up like a volcano.

She had tried, nearly crying to put make up to hide it, but she still represented something like a meatball pizza with extra chesses. Apparently she wasn't the only one who notice.

"Ever her of proactive?"

"God, if I had her face, I'd kill myself!"

"Look, her pimples are about to explode!"

Dylan turned around. "Why don't you say it to my face you cowards!" she barked at the two freshman girls and guy. "And FYI put away that Marc Jacobs knockoff, just seeing it is making me blind." she snapped.

The girl wrapped her arms around the Marc Jacobs knockoff like it was an old lover. "Whatever, pizza face!" she and her other dorky friends snickered.

Dylan knew she looked better than half of the girls here in a dark green jumpsuit and Miu Miu wedges. The problem was her face, which Merri Lee promised she would take to a dermatologist as soon as school was over.

She decided to focus on her schedule instead, which seemed to be full of errors. Spanish? Math Support? Had her grades been that bad, she honestly couldn't remember.

"Ow!"

"Watch it!"

A tall boy said luring at her, but his features relaxed when he saw her. "Oh, hey Dylan!"

"Hey, Kemp!" She said as she looked at Kemp Hurley who she hadn't spoke to in years. "How was your summer?"

"Good," he looked fuzzily at her make up splattered face. "Sorry about Marvelous Marvils."

"Oh," Dylan blushed. "Thanks."

"Well, I better get going I have Spanish," he murmured.

"Me too!" Dylan blurted out.

"Really?" Kemp raised an eyebrow. "Want to go together then?"

She nodded eagerly, grateful that there was at least one nice person.

Westchester, New York

Crossview Academy

September 6th

7:00 AM

Kristen wanted to die.

And not because she wasn't in Montana like she wanted too all along, but because she was wearing the ugly, itchy uniform. While everyone else was in free dress. She saw girls with prada wedges, Marc Jacob handbags, and True Religion jeans while she stood like a dork in the uptight uniform.

Why hadn't the Headmistress told her that they were allowed to wear their own clothes today? Not that it would have been any better since Kristen's closet was full with jeans, soft sneakers, and soccer jerseys. Not exactly a Parisian wardrobe.

She could feel her ears turning red and desperately wished she were with Adam. Or at least with the Pretty Committee so she didn't feel like such a complete wreck.

Where were they anyway? She turned around, but all around her stood stylish girls with million dollars handbags reminding Kristen that she only had a dollar and sixty five cents in her bag. And that was her bus fare.

"The library, where's the library?" she murmured to herself as she focused and saw the large cream building and made a mad dash for it as if they were having a Black Friday sale. She instantly relaxed when she entered the library and saw only a few students there too busy looking at their books to even pay her attention.

"Can I sit here?" she asked numbly as she grabbed a nearby National Geographic. She could at least pretend to read and wait until the bell rang.

The guy raised his head and focus his beautiful eyes on Kristen. "Hey, Kristen!"

"Dempsey?" she blurted out. "Wow, you look great!"

Dempsey Solomon had grown amazingly tall and his biceps nearly ripped the sleeves on his white Lacost T shirt. His honey brown hair hanged neatly above his eyes and his green eyes sparkled.

"Thanks," he eyes her in her uniform. "And you look better than most girls do in that uniform."

Kristen gave a nervous chuckle. "Thanks." she started rebraiding her blond hair, like she always did when she was nervous.

"So I haven't seen you in a long while," he said as he offered her a piece of gum. "Disappear much?"

"I've been in Montana for the past year," she took the gum. "At Collins Prep. It's a boarding school that mostly focuses on soccer. I had a scholarship."

"So why did you come back?" he teased her. "Did you miss me?"

Kristen blushed, not wanting to tell him the reason she had been asked not to come back. "Long story."

Dempsey winked at her. "Don't worry, I have time."

Kristen blushed. "Some other time I promise. I've better get going."

"All right," Dempsey helped her up. "It's a date."

Westchester, New York

Crossview Academy

September 6th

7:24 AM

Even though Massie had been away for three years she recognize every girl in the group and some of the boys.

There was Duh- Livia Ryan who looked like she had a nose job and a boob job and was looking around excitedly as if being here was like spending two weeks at a Caribbean Resort.

She saw Claire biting her nails like she hadn't eaten in a week and giving her a nervous smile. What was she so nervous about anyway?

Strawberry and Koori painting their nails with white out.

Layne, excuse her, Layme eating a bag of hot cheetos and opening her Hello Kitty journal.

And Ew-licia, Massie was satisfied to note looked belong mad like if Massie had thrown all her clothes out the window and then turned the sprinkles on. She smirked, Perfect, Alice was jealous. Nothing had really changed.

Maybe Alice had glossy black hair, a year long tan, and C-cups.

But Massie had something else. Alpha Status, and no matter how Alicia looked she will never steal that from Massie and what was she wearing anyway, it look like she had wrapped her body with a red curtain.

Her gaze escaped Alice and then turned to Kristen. And Massie nearly had a heart attack. Kristen seemed. . .buffer like she could easily pick up a desk and swing it like in a wrestling match and she was wearing the school's dorky uniform. The only thing normal about her was that her beautiful blond hair was in a braid as she was reading a big book, not paying attention. Typical Kristen.

"Miss Block," Madame Rogers sneezed. "Please find a seat."

Massie stiffen. The only seat available was between Alicia and Claire and behind of Layne. Great every day after class she would smell like Angel perfume, gummy bears, and hot cheetos.

"Massie, why didn't you tell me you were coming back?" Claire whispered. She and Massie were still in good terms. Not great, but a lot better than Alicia and Massie.

Massie didn't even turned around, she just pointed to her I-phone.

A text arrived almost immediately.

Claire-Mass, why didn't u tell me you were coming back?

Massie-Why Klu-air, aren't u happy 2 see me? Still biting your nails, I see, stop that it's a bad habit!

Claire-Sorry, I do that when I'm nervous. And of course I'm happy to see you. Just surprise that's all.

Massie-Good. What could you possibly be nervous about, it's the first day of school.

Claire-Something. . .

Massie-After school, Block Estate?

Claire- : ). Welcome back Mass. BTW b careful with A, she can bite!

Massie smirked. It was so sweet of Claire to worry about her, but please as if she would just stay here as innocent as a little fawn while Alice overpowered the school. That was so not happening.

Alicia' phone buzzed and she quickly opened it, thinking it was from Olivia, she rotated her head to keep from seeing Massie Completely.

Massie-I'm back.

-End of Chapter Seven-

Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! If you have any plot/ couple requests send them to me. I can't promise anything, but I would love to get new ideas. Let's face it I love Massie and James together, but let's be realistic long distance relationship don't work at sixteen, not even for them so SPOILER Alert expect a break up soon, and who can our Alpha look up to for emotional support?