Saint Tropez
Random Yatch
19th May
03,00 AM
Once the booze effect had gone nearly off, Massie, Claire, Kristen and Dylan were starting to finish the party. Massie was too mad at Derrick to even think of him. She had been betrayed by her boyfriends twice in what? Two weeks? Okay, maybe she was not meant to have a boyfriend right now. She heard her phone ring.
"Hello, Massie Block speaking on the phone" Massie answered too happy. Anybody who knew her, recognized when she was drunk straight away.
"Hey baby" Derrick said. Baby? How dare he?! Oh, right. He didn't know she knew. Massie covered the microphone part of her phone and told the girls it was Derrick. They just told her to pretend to not know anything.
"Hey babes" Massie replied putting the phone on speaker.
"Where are you? It's three AM"
"Where have you been? You certainly weren't home at 1 AM" Massie answered not sounding too mean.
"Sorry darling, I was over at Chris Plovert's" Derrick made up a lame excuse.
"Yeah? And what did you do?"
"Just played on his PS3, had some beers together" Derrick said.
"Right-o. I went clubbing" Massie said.
"Did you? Where to?"
"Crystal Club. We were like dancing on tables, and the bartender offered us all of the drinks we had.. Such a lovely night. Then I saw this lucky dude get kissed by two girls, one with blonde hair, and one with brown. Pretty sexy. Wanna try that with me and Kristen? I'm sure we'd both love to"
"Massie? Are you drunk?" Derrick asked concerened.
"What!? NO!" Massie shouted mad at him for asking so. "I am going. BYE"
Massie put her phone on her pocket and they sat in a marble bench. "Holy macaroni. We need to get your sex tape back Claire!" Massie suddenly shouted.
"WHAT?" Claire asked shocked.
"You are NOT going to break up with JOSH HOTZ. And he has one tape only. All we need to do is get to the Rivera's yatch and steal the sex tape!"
"How are we going to get there?" Claire asked. "We could get arrested for breaking in!"
"Dylan. You will call Cam Fisher, tell him you wanna fuck and meet him by the beach. Kristen call Alicia and tell her you are tired of Dylan and want to meet up with her and Duh-Livia. While me and Claire go look for the sex tape"
"Done" Claire said as soon as Massie stopped talking.
"Done" Dylan said smiling, happy about being back in the good times.
"Done" Kristen repeated smiling.
"And Done"
The Rivera Yatch
Saint Tropez
03,50 AM
"You ready?" Massie whispered to Claire. Dylan was off to meet Cam by the beach, and keep him distracted for a few hours, Kristen was to meet Alicia and Olivia by the small park so they could talk. The house was now empty, and they were ready to find the sex tape and get going.
They opened the door, and walked in. "You look through Cam's suitcases, I delete the videos on his computer. The I start looking everywhere"
Claire nodded. Massie opened the door to Cam's room, and turned on the computer, as she waited for the computer to turn on completely she looked through his wardrobe, making sure of not making too much of a mess.
"Shit. Password" Massie said realizing she needed the password to get access to his files. Claire went to the laptop, closed it, and looked under it. She saw the word 'CANDC4EVA' . She tried to log in, and it worked.
"He had this habit on keeping his password behind on the bottom of his laptop since seventh grade." Massie nodded, and clicked the Start button and clicked the search button. She typed in 'SEX' and loads of files came up. School girl with professor sex, Paris Hilton Sex Tape, Hot Cheerleader Sex tape, and it went on like this. Massie looked disgusted through all the names. She then typed in Claire.
She saw a file dedicated to her. She double clicked it. Pictures of Claire, he took when him, her, Claire and Josh were still a foursome. Claire everywhere. The file was neatly divided into two other. They were called; Picture and videos. Massie immeditely clicked videos and saw different types of videos. One of when they all went on a school trip to Chicago, one from their getaway to a resort. One from the last day of school, another one from their dinners in Bella Vita. She finally found Claire's sex tape. It was posted under Freshman Year.
"Delete" Massie said out loud and deleted the video, she then went to the Recycling Bin and deleted the video for good. "Now we just need to find the tape" Massie said to Claire.
Claire was looking under the materass, so Massie went directly to the socks drawer. She saw a pair of mickey mouse socks, and felt them. She found something with a hard cover, and took it out from the sock. Cellphone. Ok-ay... She turned it on, and checked that the video wasnt taken by phone..
"Hold on... Who says it has to be a tape. Maybe he recorded it with the phone, sent it to the computer by bluetooth, and that's everything he has"
"Wait lemme see the phone" Claire said. Massie showed her the black motorola Razr. "Check if the video is there that's his freshman year phone!"
Massie went on Multimedia and saw a video called Sexy Claire. The only one. She played it in and made sure it was that one. "Perfect" Massie said. She deleted it, put everything back in order and got out of the yatch.
She sent a text to Dylan and Kristen, to get back to the Sunshine yatch, now that their mission was over.
The Sunshine Yatch
The Living Room
05,00 AM
"To us!" Massie said making a toast. They all clinged their cups, and took a sip of the champagne. Derrick had no idea that they were back in the yatch, neither did Josh.
"It's good to be back together" Kristen said.
"It is indeed. Now we need to find a solution for the Derrington thing" Massie said.
"Pretend to go down on him, but stop when he gets the most excited!" Kristen came up with the idea. "It's the best way. Then he is going to beg you to start again, you'd be like. No, I think you have something to tell me. And bite him everytime he says some bullshit."
"I love that. But I am doing something a little bit different. I should go right now" Massie said inspired by the idea.
She walked to the second floor to Derrick's bedroom. She took her shoes off, and got inside the bed. She touched his bare stomach, and started kissing it with slow pecks. She gave him a hickey on the neck, and that was when he realized he was not dreaming but it was reality. "Woah, Massie" he said excited , but surprised.
"Shh. Be quiet " Massie said kissing his neck. The plan was the most evil, still the most effective. If he was going to play her, he should know, he should have to go through consequences.
"What time is it?" Derrick asked getting comfortable She did not respond. He checked the alarm clock.
"Did you come home just now?" Derrick asked. "Actually don't answer that. Just keep on going" Massie smiled, knowing that it was now the right time to stop. She bit his skin, hurting him.
"Woah, what was that for baby!? It hurt!" Derrick said.
"I think you have something to tell me first" Massie said.
"Like what?"
"I don't know, try what you did tonight?"
"I went to the my yatch and played PS3!"
"You have four chances. Number one gone. Three left" Massie said grabbing his balls violently. That was HOW angry she was at him. Angry enough to grab his balls everytime he lied to her.
"OUCH!! What?! I went to drink beers, play videogames!"
"LIE NUMBER TWO! Only got two chances left"
"I dont know what I have to tell you!"
"Lie number three. One chance left. Choose it carefully"
"WHAT?!"
"ENOUGH. JUST ADMIT IT! I saw you AT CRYSTAL! MAKING OUT WITH THAT BLONDE BIMBO AND THAT BRUNETTE SKANK! BOTH OF THEM, ONE AT A TIME. THE ONE WITH THE LEOPARD PRINT PUMPS AND THE LITTLE BLACK DRESS ON!" Massie shouted tired of his bullshit.
Derrick kept quiet. He had nothing to say anymore. He was busted.
"How long have we been together? What?! Less than a week! You asshole! I knew I shouldn't have trusted you get out!" Massie said starting to cry. But he just stayed there. "If you don't go out on your own, I'll MAKE YOU!" Massie said.
She got his shit, and had a deja vu. She was doing the same thing she did to Cam. No. This time, she was going to hurt him more. She got clothes he bought in Rome, and put everything inside a plastic bag. She got out of the room, Derrick following her around. She started running towards the fireplace, and luckily for her it was on. She threw the bag in, putting all of his new clothes on fire. "YOU ASSHOLE" Massie shouted. The Pretty Committee stared incredulous. Who knew it would have ended that badly. Derrick tried to get his things out of the fire, nearly causing the yatch to go on fire.
"It won't be useful. Everything is basically all burnt." Kristen said cooly as she sipped her champagne, while he was freaking out.
"NOW GET OUT" Massie shouted for the thousandth time. He just sighed and got out of the yatch wearing just plaid Burberry boxers.
The Rivera Yatch
Cam Fisher's Room
10.00 AM
19th of May
Cam Fisher woke up in the Rivera Yatch's guestroom. He opened his eyes and smelled the tasty odour of slightly burnt toast which was invading his nostrils. He immediately got up and turned on his laptop. As he waited for it to load, he looked at himself in the mirror, and shook his head making his dark hair go crazy. He turned on the computer and checked his email. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Did Claire not take him seriously? He quickly wrote another email, and then closed the laptop. He went to brush his teeth, take a quick shower, and slid on his boxers and a white shirt on top and went to the kitchen. He took a bite out of the toast he was eating and ignored Alicia and Olivia talking. When he finished his breakfast he walked back to his room and checked if Claire answered. Nothing. That was enough. He opened the Claire's video file, but did not find a Claire video. He raised his eyebrow with suspicion and walked towards his socks drawer. He searched for his old Mickey Mouse socks and looked inside it to find his cellphone. He went to Multimedia, and read the 'No Files' on the screen. The fucking broke in, and cancelled all his videos.
He threw himself on the bed. Desperately, hating himself for not having made any more videos. How stupid was he? When he didn't lock the yatch, when he went to the beach when Dylan called him for sex. How frigging stupid was he?
"SHIT!" He shouted. He had enough of this bullshit. He went to the Rivera Yatch's gym and did some kick boxing to get the stress out of his system. He had to get over Claire. And fast. SHIT. It was starting to get pathetic going after her for so many years. She wasn't even worth all the wait. He could get anybody now that he had Massie Block out of the way. He could have a chance to find true love. His true love will come around sooner or later.
The Block Yatch
The Movie Room
18.00
The four girls were all united in the Block Yatch's movie room watching Mean Girls. They remembered they all watched it the first time together in a sleepover night. Now that they were trying to make things be the same again, they decided to watch this movie together for old time's sake. Dylan was eating her pop corn, Kristen was chewing her bubble gum, Claire was texting Josh who was outside to meet some friends, and Massie was playing with her hair. She was getting way too bored.
She had just broken up with her boyfriend. And what was she doing? Watching a stupid chick flick! While she was supposed to be partying her ass off. But the problem was. There was no party they could actually attend to. She then remembered something. Her first day in Saint Tropez. More like her first hour. She met that guy called Ernie. No, Eric. That hooked people up with the hottest parties in town. She got up, and rushed to her room. The girls looked at her questioning what was going on, and when Massie came back, they paused the movie to see what she was up to. Massie came back with a Marc Jacobs handbag. She looked through it, and started jumping up and down once she found her visitor's card and started waving it around as if she had just won the lottery.
"What on earth is that?" Kristen asked.
"THIS. Is the ultimate way to get into the hottest parties in the Cote Azur!" Massie shouted out doing a silly dance.
"No way, how!" Dylan asked.
"We met this guy in the highway, his name is Eric, and apparently he is a party planner, he can get us in lists of any party in the South of France!"
"Thats so cool!" Kristen said.
"Call him!" Claire siad.
Massie got her phone, and hit the numbers she saw on the rectangular card. It took three rings for Eric to answer.
"Hello?" Eric said.
"Hey, Eric? This is Massie Block, I don't know if you remember me but-"
"Oh! Massie Block! The girl from the highway! Oui Oui, of course I remember! I was wondering if you were ever going to call!"
"Sorry, I have been kind of busy recently... I was wondering, you told me that you could get us into any party right?"
"Yeah, of course."
"I would like to know if there are any parties tonight you could crash us in" Massie asked.
"As a matter of facts, there is. It's an hosted by this Nineteen year old socialite, pretty famous in Saint Tropez. Her name is Bluebell Ardant. Sound familiar?"
"Bluebell? I think I do. I remember a friend who had a friend called Bluebell, she introduced us the last time I saw her." Massie said.
"Cool then. I'll put you in the list. You can bring guests if you like. The party is in Joker, the club at nine. I'll see you there, yeah?"
"Of course, And one last question? Is there a dresscode?"
"Yeah, for males wear a shirt with a collar, anything for trousers, jeans, anything. Girls, just wear a dress. There will be photographers, so yeah, dress to impress" Eric said.
"Amazing. I'll see you there" Massie said, and hung up.
The girls went to the kitchen, and cooked a meal. Dylan cooked the girls some chicken with roasted potatoes, Claire made her caesar salad, Massie and Kristen made the dessert. Crème caramel to be exact. Claire finished making her salad, and started putting the silverwear and dishes on the table. When they finished making dinner, they sat on the dining table, and started eating their homemade dinner.
"Remember that time we had dinner and we had a huge fight?" Claire asked.
"It was at Topaz, the Thai restaurant in NYC right?" Massie asked.
"Yeah, right there. We were trying to cheer you up because the rumor was starting to spread around. You were devastated."
"Yeah, I remember."
"Remember how awkward it was?"
"Because everybody started pointing fingers at each other and nobody knew who to believe anymore"
"I remember oh so well. It was the night when the fight started. Right before we paid the check, Claire said something snappy to Kristen, because Alicia told her that she was the one to be blamed"
FLASHBACK
At Topaz, five girls were sitting a table, just finished eating their dinner. Awkward stares were flashing around, and a tall Brunette tried to make things normal, by being all optimistic and jumpy. The waitress arrived with the check. After all they ate, 250 was nothing.
"How much shall I pay?" Kristen asked getting her vintage Gucci wallet out of her Longchamp tote.
"No need Kristen, you and your bitchy head don't need to pay. You're too cheap, cheap enough to betray one of your best friends!" Claire snapped at Kristen. Everybody stared awkwardly and suprised. at the two blondes.
"Bitch, you don't even know what you're talking about." Kristen said back at her.
"Oh, I think I do! SO are you trying to say that you didn't go around and tell a Claire Lyons hater and give him proof that I might be pregnant for 500 cash?! Oh please! Alicia saw you! And heard you!" Claire shouted at the blond, getting furious.
"Oh, so now I got paid by someone to give proof that Claire Lyons might be pregnant, uh Alicia?! Who do you think I am!" Kristen got really angry.
"Definitely not who I thought you were!" Claire shouted back.
"Girl. You need to get some reality check. I am not that kind of person." Kristen said mad.
"She did not get paid!" Dylan said taking Kristen's side. "She would never do such thing!"
Claire kept quiet. "Do you wanna know who really betrayed you?! Alicia herself!She was the one to tell around! Jesus. She told Duh-Livia who obviously told the whole world! So instead of just blaming K, why don't you just check your source first! Without acting like such a skank!" Dylan said.
"Hey, don't talk to her like that!" Massie said.
"Massie. Don't talk to DYLAN like that" Kristen said.
"Dylan. Why would I tell OLIVIA?"
"Maybe cos you needed attention! You ATTENTION WHORE" Dylan said.
"Now shut up. You fat-ass"
"Why don't you first you fug-face that got breast reduction"
"Ladies, can you please get out of the restaurant if you wanna fight?" the waitress said.
"How about I'll go now? Here. Three hundred in cash. Keep the change. I am now going to Westchester with Isaac and Claire. I don't care how the rest of you are going. I don't give a shit anymore. I just want you all out of my sight on Monday" Massie said not being able to take this bullshit anymore. She then grabbed her purse, and Claire, and walked out of the restaurant.