A/N: shorter chapter today, but i addressed some comments and concerns down below. if you have time and you enjoy my story, please take a look?
PLEASE READ THIS, PLEASE READ THIS, PLEASE READ THIS (sorry that it's long, but bear with me if you like this story)
okay. now that i have your attention. i wanted to address something that a lot of reviewers have expressed to me about derrick. i wanted to pm you guys in response, but some of you were in guest accounts. but maybe this is better because i think everyoneshould read this.
i'm sorry that derrick is not a likeable character in this, that what he did with kristen really bothers you guys… because he is going to be in this story a lot. while this story is written in claire's pov, derrick and massie are also main characters. and actually, i'm going to say the main characters of this story because they're the children of jay, william, and chase.
if you remember, this story had a slow start. that was because i had to provide so much background information. like, 3 chapters worth was dedicated to claire witnessing westchester politics and how it works and the dynamics between everyone and new money vs old money. idk if ya'll remember that, but it was important.
derrick and massie relationship in my story, as claire points out a lot, is pretty dysfunctional. they have both cheated on each other before, as shown in the confrontation scene of the marsha chapter. they call it their 'play'. and even though they do this, i've shown that they're okay with it (until kristen), because they belong together, they have to get married. they're forever bound together by their family names, family business, and family scandal.
this is AU, not like the books, so kristen was never massie's best friend. massie never liked/respected her because she wasn't old money. massie was forced to befriend her because of marsha and the framing.
since you never ever see inside the minds of massie and derrick, i will tell you straight up what happens. sure they play, but when massie expressed that she was upset with him playing with kristen, he agreed to stop. he tried to make it right. derrick listens to massie, respects her to stop playing completely. derrick needs massie to ground him and massie needs derrick because without him she would have no weaknesses, no flaws, nothing exploitable. i don't think there would be anyone else for either of them if they didn't have each other.
so massie being mad at derrick for what he did, was never just about him sleeping with kristen. it runs much deeper than that. …idk if that makes you feel any better?
derrick's affair with kristen serves a purpose. (& trust me, it was hard to write because i do not ship kristen and derrick. it kinda weirds me out, tbh.)
as i've shown, in westchester, the blocks and the harringtons own everything. they make the rules. they are the ideal of old money. so, no one else is at the level of massie and derrick.
i showed you in the beginning what william and chase did to jay lyons. they used/exploited/framed him to gain power. this was possible because old money is more powerful than new money.
i chose kristen specifically because she is new money. derrick plays with her and maybe even cares about her, but when push comes to shove… he ends it. because she has no name, no status. massie kicked her and marsha out of westchester with a just athreat. she could never have been able to do that if kristen had status, had roots in westchester. this is to show you what people like chase and william and now, massie and derrick do.
what it showed is that they do not respect ppl like that, use them without care, are willing to hurt them… to gain something/to protect themselves/to have some fun/to get petty revenge/etc. because they have power to do it. i reinforced a cycle.
claire knew that. she recognized that. and she hates all of westchester for it.
she is here to change that. this is her revenge. (but she's also reinforcing that same cycle, but that's okay because this is her journey. she'll realize.)
so, that is my reasoning behind why i wrote what i wrote. it is pretty deep and pretty in between the lines, and hard to understand, but i liked this storyline. it's okay if you don't. honest. i am sorry though, if you hate it or it makes you uncomfortable or anything. but can you also see why i wrote what i wrote?
in real life though, you should never accept cheating if you are uncomfortable with it. unless you both are okay with it. oh, and the third person agrees too, i guess. lol
well, anyways, thank you for reading and telling me your thoughts! writing this out allowed me to better ground my story. thank you for your opinion! i hope this helps you understand a bit about why i had cheating in here. and why i still ship derrick and massie through it all anyway. lol and please, keep on telling me what you think of everyone! (: reviews make me happy. if you read this, put the words dyl pickles in your review, so i know and i'll love you forever. maybe i'll send you a preview or something if the next update is going to take a while? oh, and i just really appreciate hearing your thoughts!
thanks! kisses!
i wanna thank danielle, bullchizz155, guest and guest, luv2live live2luv, psychotic honeybadger of death, reader277, mystiques, tammywammy9, hannabanana, and amazingxlivexlovexlaughx3 for your kind reviews. i'm so glad you liked that last chapter. i love you guys! some of you are SO, SO dedicated. you review every chapter and i seriously don't know how to thank you!
IN THIS CHAPTER: i'll just say it straight up. no clam in this chapter. this is because i decided on clam last chapter and well, i needed to finish this dylan storyline. so i have to replan and rewrite to include cam in future. this will happen soon. SO I PROMISE CAM COMING SOON thank you for being patient. now, here we got massie confrontation. j.t. finally serves his purpose. merri-lee is targeted.
alright, alright. go ahead. read on (finally right? lol)! enjoy!
Chapter Nine
"Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance of justice.
Injuries are revenged; crimes are avenged."
—Samuel Johnson
2015
The sun had barely risen and the girls were still asleep, but Claire was wide awake. Grabbing her bag, Claire tiptoed her way around sleeping bags and discarded pillows and bowls of snacks to make her way downstairs.
She spent her time walking through each room of Massie's house, pretending to observe the statues or awards or books or pictures on the shelves or fireplaces or mantelpieces. She brushed her hand over some of them, but was really covertly attaching small cameras behind them. She had already done Massie's bedroom. The only room she couldn't risk access to was William and Kendra's.
Claire settled into Massie's living room couch, pulling out her laptop. She made sure the screen was facing away from the entrance, logged in, and turned on her wi-fi. She made sure all her cameras worked, clicking through the different views of the Blocks' house.
Perfect.
Claire logged off and closed her laptop.
There wasn't much for her to do now. The girls probably wouldn't be up until later. They had drank her whole bottle of wine and more. She sighed, stuffing her laptop back into her bag and making her way back upstairs to try going back to bed. Sleeping bag weren't exactly the most comfortable.
When she went back into Massie's room though, Alicia and Dylan had gotten up from the floor and their sleeping bags and were both sprawled on Massie's giant bed. Dylan was snoring, but Alicia was on her back on her iPhone. Massie's connecting bathroom light was on, so Claire assumed that Massie was inside.
"Hey," Claire croaked, plopping down next to Alicia.
"Mornin'," Alicia grinned. How her morning voice was as flawless as her regular one, Claire would never figure out. "You were up early, where were you?"
"I was downstairs. I wanted to use my laptop, but didn't want to wake you."
"That's cool," Alicia said absentmindedly, and then groaned loudly, rolling onto her stomach.
"What is it?" Claire asked, rolling along with her and pressing her head against Alicia's to look at her phone too.
"Landon Dorsey… again," she complained, dropping her head into Massie's fluffy purple duvet. She lifted it and leaned onto Claire shoulder. "She's the most annoying person on the planet."
"Yeah, you mentioned her at the club last night," Claire tapped her finger against her chin. "Who is she?"
"My dad's publicist and campaign manager."
Claire hummed sympathetically, patting Alicia on the other side of her head.
Alicia rolled her eyes and huffed. "She's, like, on my case all the time. And my dad totally takes whatever she says to heart. She's whispers in his ear and he cracks down on me. I mean, I'm 23, not 12."
Claire nodded. "Right? It's not like you don't know how to act in public."
"Not only that, but she's trying to revamp his image as this family man… What a joke," she snapped bitterly, grabbing Massie's pillow and slamming her elbow down on it. "So, I have to attend all these functions and dinners and stuff with them in public."
"Time with family?" Claire wrinkled her brow. "That doesn't sound so bad." She tried to keep the bitterness out of her words. Alicia didn't know how good she had it compared to Claire, who would have given anything to go back in time and even sit with her parents at a Block dinner party.
"It is if I can't stand them," Alicia muttered, pursing her lips. "It's all lies. I mean, I wouldn't mind if he was really trying to be a family man on top of the platform he's pulling. But, he's as awful as he ever is in private."
Claire didn't know what to say to that.
Alicia sighed, removing her head from Claire's and flopping back down on the bed.
"He's just trying to win," Claire said, patting her in the arm. "I'm sure once he's senator, he'll have more time to focus on you." She wasn't sure if that was Alicia's problem was. She didn't know much about her home life. Well, she did, but not like that.
"As if I want him to." Alicia rolled her eyes. "I took a year off school to travel the Spanish Riviera and then applied to the college furthest away here just to get away from him. The only reason I'm back for the whole summer season was for Massie and Kristen's wedding. Well, and whatever Landon Dorsey's commands is law, I guess. He can't exactly be a family man without his whole family, right?"
Claire opened her mouth, but Massie opened the bathroom door, freshly showered.
"Hey," she called. Alicia sat up and detached herself from the bed. She called back, strolling to the bathroom and shutting the door behind her. Dylan continued to snore in her sleep.
Claire was left awkwardly alone with Massie, who watched her as she sat down on the bed.
"There was a time when these sleepovers were GLU only," she said, rubbing her glossed lips together.
Claire raised her eyebrows and pretended to be confused. "GLU?"
"Girls like us," Massie said, her smile sweet.
"What does that even mean?" Claire asked, tilting her head and blinking innocently.
Massie's eyes narrowed. "Us as in elite."
Claire exhaled a breath and narrowed her own. "Are you saying I'm low class?"
"I'm saying that I'm pretty sure no one knows exactly who you are..." Massie raised an eyebrow and ran a hand through her still wet hair. "Or you know, where you're from or even what country you were born in."
"I don't need to show my papers to you," Claire snapped, rolling her eyes.
"Just know that I don't exactly believe everything that comes out of your mouth." Massie turned to her, her amber eyes burning into Claire's blue ones. "Just know that someone's watching you."
Claire tried not to give anything away. Massie was onto her.
"I'm an Abeley. My family's been in Westchester just as long as yours has. So, I don't know where you got this notion of how we're so different. But, believe it or don't. Your opinion doesn't really matter to me/" Claire waved her hand carefreely in the air. Then, she paused and she smiled again. "But don't forget, Massie …I'm watching you too."
Massie's hand finger-combing her hair paused and she looked up.
Claire looked over to the jewelry box still sitting on Massie's bedside table. She hadn't had the chance to put away yet.
"You and Derrick?" Claire reminded her. Massie seemed to sit up straighter. She watched her with innocent eyes. "Has all been forgiven?"
"I told you already," Massie said with a laugh, slapping Claire lightly on the arm. "Derrick and I always work it out."
Alicia stepped out of the bathroom right at that moment so Claire smiled sweetly and said, "Well, then I'm happy for you."
"Let's wake Dylan up," Alicia chimed in, unknowingly interrupting their conversation. "I'm starving. I think we should all hit up the Lodge for breakfast."
Claire adopted a skeptical face. Alicia eyed her and Massie and said, "What's wrong?"
"Yeah… I don't think I'm welcome here. I think I'll just head home," Claire said, getting to her feet and grabbing her bag. She swung it back over her shoulder.
"What? Why?" Alicia asked, glancing at Massie with hard eyes.
"It's obviously a GLU thing," Claire said flippantly, staring at Massie. "I'll see you later, Alicia. Tell Dylan thanks for the invite."
Massie didn't say anything, while Alicia looked to her for explanation.
"I'll see myself out." Claire gave a small wave and headed out.
She left, leaving Massie by herself to explain why she kicked Claire out.
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Claire entered the Abeley house, slamming the door shut behind her. She whipped out her cell phone and dialed J.T.
"Hello?" He answered.
"Well," Claire said, making her way up the stairs to her guest bedroom. "You should know that I talked to Dylan."
"Wait—you did? What happened? What did she say?"
"She seemed really into you." Claire paused. "Good job."
J.T. didn't say anything in response to that.
"Keep it up," Claire congratulated. But when J.T. still remained silent, Claire sighed. She knew he hadn't hung up because she could still hear him breathing. "It's not for long now. The plan's already in motion. It'll all be over by the end of the week. Ask her out today and then we can finish it."
"…Alright," J.T. finally responded. Claire sighed again, rolling her eyes. She couldn't rely on anybody. She basically had to press his nose to the grindstone to even get him to respond. They said their goodbyes and she hung up.
Claire entered her bedroom and flopped down onto her bed. She was beat. After clubbing and drinking and spying and acting and an uncomfortable sleepover, she was happier than ever to be back in bed. Maybe she'll even sleep though the night this time.
It wouldn't be long now anyways. She was sure that the Daily Grind funders, producers, and Board would announce Merri-Lee's 'retirement' soon.
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"Merri-Lee Marvil," Claire said, slapping the file into Layne's hands. They were back in her room on her bed. Claire knew Layne had wanted to be in the know for this one, so she was taking the time to explain it. "Single mother of three to Jamie, Ryan, and Dylan."
Layne nodded, flipping it open and looked at the notes.
"She rose to international fame after leaking the story of Jay Lyons being the insider that brought about the crash of Bailey Corp. The story was given to her by her friends, the Blocks and the Harringtons, who needed someone to break the news without implicating them.
"Not only that, but throughout the years, Merri-Lee continued to make money off the story, writing a tell-all exposé novel about 'the real Jay Lyons' and another socialite book that discussed life in Westchester with him and the mark he made on the town. Instead of looking and analyzing the evidence or telling the truth in her 'journalistic' novels, Merri-Lee continued to protect her friends, deface my father, and instill fear of him to the American public… all for the sake of a good story, topping the NYT Bestsellers list for 2 years.
"Her show, The Daily Grind, became bigger than just a local Westchester news show. She became the new Ellen, interviewing people from the President to celebrities to retired rock stares to business entrepreneurs. She made an elite living off wrongly exposing my father."
Layne sat down on her bed and looked up at Claire. "So what are you going to do?"
She didn't hesitate. "End her career."
Layne exhaled out her mouth, but nodded. "How?"
Claire smiled a toothy grin, finally sitting down next to Layne. "How else do you end a reporter's career?"
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The next day was sunny and bright with clear blue skies. The Abeley's doorbell rang clearly throughout the house, jolting Claire out of her thoughts. She sprang to her feet, knowing that Layne and Mrs. Abeley weren't home.
She made her way downstairs as the doorbell rang again. She flung open the door.
It was Dylan.
"Hey?" Claire said, trying to mask her confusion.
"Mara, hey," Dylan said with relief. "I—sorry. I didn't know if anyone was home. I tried calling your cell, but you weren't answering."
"Oh." Claire rubbed face. "It must have been on silent or something. I never got your calls, sorry. Um, come in."
Dylan stepped over the threshold and followed Claire into the Abeley's living room.
"What's up?" she asked, moving a throw pillow out of the way and sitting down on one of the couches. Dylan sat down next to her.
"I wanted to apologize for what happened yesterday," Dylan said, turning to look at Claire. Claire turned to her and folded her legs under the couch.
"You mean with Massie?" Claire asked, trying to hide her smirk.
"Yeah. Alicia told me what happened. Apparently, Massie told you that you weren't a GLU?"
"Don't worry about it. I wasn't mad. I just didn't want to intrude." Claire waved her off modestly. But Dylan shook her head, still looking upset.
"It was what we used to say back when we were kids, you know?" Claire nodded, sympathetically. But Dylan continued, "Anyway, we weren't the nicest to people who weren't like us… But, Massie's totally wrong and it was really mean of her."
Claire raised her eyebrows, but let Dylan speak, "I mean, you've been nothing but friendly to us this whole time and you're the one who helped set me up with J.T.!"
"J.T. being into you had nothing to do with me, Dylan," Claire told her with a shake of her head. It was true too; J.T. really was into her, much to her chagrin.
"It did," Dylan protested, rolling her eyes. "You're the reason we even went to the club. You introduced me to J.T. And without your help at the slumber party, I would have never known what to say to him on our date."
"Aw, Dylan," Claire said, grabbing her hand. "That's really nice of you to say, but—"
Dylan cut across her. "So, my point is… I don't want you to feel like you're intruding anymore, because I consider you my friend ...and Massie can deal."
Claire laughed. "Well, thanks, Dylan. I think of you as a friend too."
Dylan beamed at that.
It was time... Claire knew just what to do.
"Oh!" Claire said, shooting to her feet. "Have you seen?"
"Seen what?"
But Claire was already making her way to the kitchen. Dylan got up and followed. Claire pulled the mail to her and grabbed the newspaper. She flipped to the society pages that featured their night at the club and another of Dylan Marvil spotted out with a 'new' guy. The comments on J.T. were favorable. Everyone thought they made an adorable couple.
Dylan's jaw dropped. Claire grabbed her and they hopped up and down together. Dylan squealed while Claire gushed about what a cute couple they made. Her face was flushed with pleasure and happiness.
"I was just going to meet up with J.T. to catch up. You should totally come with. You'll get to see him again," Claire suggested. Dylan agreed readily, still giddy from the news.
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Situated in the middle of downtown, Fabulous featured pressed-tin ceilings and a hip glittering bar.
"Mm, trust me, this place is amazing," Dylan told her as she swung open the door and made her way into the restaurant. It was much needed respite from the summer heat blasting through New York.
Claire followed in after her.
"Oh my god," Dylan said, grabbing her arm. "There he is. How is it possible for someone to look that cute?"
Claire shook her head and smiled, leading her way over to a small table, where J.T. was already sitting. Keeping with appearances, J.T. stood and Claire gave him a friendly hug. Dylan greeted him shyly, but he pulled her into one too.
"It's so great to finally see you again," Claire smiled, after placing their drink orders. "I can't believe it's been so long. I haven't seen you since we were last at school."
"Yeah," J.T. replied, rubbing the back of his neck. "Life… It's been… intense. Really busy."
"I know," Claire nodded and raised her eyebrows. "It's all over the news."
"What is?" Dylan asked in confusion, taking a sip of her colorful drink that the waiter placed in front of her. She shot Claire a look.
Claire glanced from J.T. to Dylan. She adopted a look of apology. "J.T. didn't tell you?"
Dylan's face paled as she expected the worst.
"J.T.'s dad owns multiple hedges funds all over the world," Claire explained to her. "His family is always investing big. They've become one of the top leading investors to follow. They were even featured in the New York Times in Economics View."
Dylan's eyes were wide. She had no idea. She shot Claire a 'why haven't you told me any of this?' look. Claire's own eyes were helpless as she whispered, "I thought you knew. I mean, J.T.'s pretty famous in the business world."
J.T. looked embarrassed, but Claire knew he was really nervous about what was to occur. Claire threw him an angry look and he straightened up. He took Dylan's hand that was resting on the table.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you yesterday," J.T. told her with sincere eyes. "I assumed you knew and I guess… I was also so grateful that you never mentioned it. I thought it was so great of you that you never viewed me any differently."
Dylan gulped and nodded slowly, a dazed look in her eyes. "I think I know what you mean. I guess I can't blame you for not wanting to talk about it. I mean, I was glad that you never brought up my mom either."
Claire smiled. "Well, no one wants to be defined by their parents," she said sympathetically.
Dylan nodded, mouthing 'thanks' at Claire for breaking the tension. She left her hand in J.T.'s.
"Anyway, congratulations on making the news, by the way," Claire said, raising her glass in a toast.
J.T. smiled tightly. Dylan and J.T. raised theirs and they clinked glasses.
"But J.T., since you're in the know. I recently just inherited my trust and your family is known for predicting the next big thing. …Is there anything you can tell me? Friend to friend?"
Dylan shocked look at Claire's boldness. Claire's eyes burned into J.T.'s, waiting for his answer. He hesitated, but nodded resolutely, "Well, there is something…"
Claire beamed in excitement. Even Dylan looked curious. "Yeah? What is it?"
"Have you ever heard of a company called Nasdeck?"
"The computer programming company?" Dylan asked. "My mom did a segment on them! She's actually a sponsor. They totally back her."
J.T. nodded, but Claire cut across Dylan excitedly, "What about them? Are they about to make it big soon?"
"Yes…" J.T. paused there, leaving Claire and Dylan in suspense. "But only because they're planning on teaming up with another company."
"Who?" Claire bit out.
"S&P. An up and coming solar power company."
Dylan tilted her head, amazed at J.T. inside knowledge. Claire smiled triumphantly.
"So you're saying invest in S&P. They're the next big thing. Combined together, we're talking brand new technology for computers that could change the world," Claire emphasized, leaning back in her chair.
"That's amazing!" Dylan cried. Claire nodded enthusiastically. She raised her glass again.
J.T. gulped down his drink to hide his grimace. Claire kicked him under the table and he forced himself to smile at Dylan. "A little birdy told me. You didn't hear it from me."
"Don't worry." Claire laughed freely. "Your secret's safe with me."
It was done.
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Monday morning, today was it.
Claire sat in the Abeleys' living room, the Daily Grind on for her morning fix. Claire sipped her iced coffee as she waited for Merri-Lee Marvil to come on. Layne joined her the second the intro theme song came on. Claire watched with bated breath as Merri-Lee laughed merrily, waving at her dancing fans.
She divided her segment into multiple parts; celebrity news, politics, business. Claire forced herself to breath as she glanced at Layne who was biting her lips in anxiousness.
"What if it doesn't work?"
"It'll work," Claire rolled her eyes. "There's no way that Merri-Lee, fame thirsty and reporter frenzy, won't do it. She'll want to be the first. I know it."
Layne nodded, biting into her pillow. "God, this is nerve wracking. I don't even know why I'm nervous!"
Claire laughed, but she was feeling anticipatory too. They watched the show in silence.
Until finally, Merri-Lee couldn't contain the giddy smile on her face any longer. She waited for her audience to quiet down from the return of a break and turned to the camera.
"As you all know, in the world of computers, there is none that rivals Nasdeck, a name known worldwide for their innovative technology that broke records in the New World."
Layne gasped and Claire clutched her hand hard.
"Today, rumors are abound all over Wall Street of a ground breaking deal between Nasdeck and a newly recent up and coming company, S&P. That's right. We're talking a risky and exclusive contract between two companies that could completely change the way we use everything, ranging from computers to laptops to phones."
Claire exhaled a breathy laugh of exhilaration. Layne grabbed the laptop sitting open on the coffee table and refreshed the page on the Stock Market Exchange. They both watched as green line for stocks at S&P rose steadily and fast and exponentially as Merri-Lee continued. Layne shook her head in amazement. S&P was gaining thousands in real time.
"So investors shouldn't have to think twice on who to back in this stock market rivalry! And now for a Daily Grind exclusive, today only, I actually have Nasdeck CEO, Walter Campbell, here with me via satellite camera to acknowledge and address the topic of Nasdeck and its partnerships."
Claire blinked in surprise. She had not been expecting this! She had known that Nasdeck and Merri-Lee were sponsoring each other, but she had no idea that they were this close.
The screen blinked on and Walter Campbell came on. He looked solemn.
"Here is Walter Campbell, CEO of fortune 500 company, Nasdeck. How are you, Mr. Campbell? And just what do you have to say about these 'rumors', Mr. Campbell?"
"Yes, Merri-Lee, I came onto your show today as a personal favor to you, but I am sad to say that you are completely mistaken. Nasdeck has signed or talked of no such contract with S&P and have never planned to do so. These rumors you mentioned are woefully misguided and must have come from erroneous source. Nasdeck will actually corresponding and brokering a deal with its rival company, Aligent Tech. Thank you."
Walter Campbell's screen blinked out before Merri-Lee could respond. Everyone in the audience looked frozen and Merri-Lee was worst of all. She looked completely shocked at the news, her face frozen for a fraction of a second before she snapped out of it and called for a commercial break.
Claire grabbed the laptop and refreshed the page. The green line that had been growing exponentially on S&P was now a brutal red and dropping at a rate so fast the page couldn't keep up.
"Oh my god!" Lanye cried.
Claire clutched at her heart. It was pounding.
She had expected Merri-Lee to be blamed for reporting false information, but she hadn't expect Merri-Lee to push for people to invest in S&P. She must have thought that she had been doing a favor for Nasdeck in getting them more investors in their new partner company.
But CEO Campbell had been pissed, outing her live on national television and announcing a different company.
Not only was Merri-Lee ruined as a reporter. She was going to be blamed for loss of thousands in stocks and investors.
Layne's eyes were wide and bright and amazed and horrified. But Claire was still trying to breathe. She was having a hard time believing it.
Merri-Lee Marvil almost responsible for a stock market crash…
Just like Jay Lyons. Was it fate or the world's biggest coincidence… or was it karma?
Claire was going for Karma.
Because Claire would know better than anyone, karma was a bitch.
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A/N: lol, not as dramatic as a cheating scandal, but still revenge.
i think you guys can already guess who the next target is? don't worry we deal with dylan/j.t. fallout too.
did i ever mention that i have cast pictures on my profile page? of how i imagined all the characters? you should go check it out if you like to look at those!
isn't barbara palvin the most beautiful person ever? and isn't it amazingly perfect that she an cara delevingne are friends in real life and also do photo shoots together? they're how i imagined massie and claire. just perf.
thanks for reading. love you. see you soon!