"Hey William, it's me, Massie. Sorry I couldn't call you much but I hope you understood why I went to Utah. By the way the worst is over now, I am inside the cab and I'll be home in ten minutes. See you at home" Massie spoke on her phone. When she was done leaving the voicemail, she looked out of the window.
After being in Utah for three days she was beyond content to be back in the city. It was an intense week, Chris Abeley had changed his mind about going to rehab, and tried to run away. Thank God the security guards in the airport managed to stop him from running away when he trepassed the passport checking place.
Massie kept on checking he never left, and in the plane ride she couldn't even sleep too afraid he was going to get off the seat and hide somewhere unknown in the plane and pull off a Flight Plan, the Jodie Foster movie.
Obviously Derrick was there to help her, but he was quiet useless during the whole flight where he was sleeping, completely knocked out by the three cups of wine he had.
"That was a rough week, wasn't it?" Derrick's deep voice asked Massie, whose mind was in a completely different planet at the moment.
"Uh?" She replied, looking lost. "Ah, yeah. It was hard leaving him there."
When Massie had the last chat with him when she was about to leave, he had such a sad face. He really didn't want to be there. Especially alone. But Massie couldn't have left like that.
"I can imagine. But today is Friday and we have a whole weekend to either rest or party."
Massie thought about the two options. Resting would have been beyond fabulous. But she had the urge to go partying. But tonight, she was going to fall into deep sleep.
"I feel like resting tonight. Maybe we can organize something for tomorrow night. See what the girls are doing" Massie replied. She completely forgot to tell the girls that she was back in Manhattan.
She took her cellphone out, typed an email for the four new friends. 'hey girls, i'm back in NY. tough week :(. but i'm ready to party some more tomorrow. what do you guys have planned?'
After ten seconds she received an instant reply from Claire. She was her favorite. 'fabulous. we were thinking about going clubbing at this place down in SoHo called 'eight' as in 8. It's supposed to be new pacha, and a friend of Dylan managed to snatch us a VIP reserve table. That way they don't check ID.'
'fantastic. can you put my name and derrick's on the list? who else is coming?'
Derrick peeked to see what she was writing, and right then the phone vibrated. 'us girls, josh, kemp and cam i think. and you two.'
'great. i'm almost at home now :) call me laters'
The cab driver stopped in front of Massie's building. She took out her wallet, and paid thirty bucks. Derrick was going to pay the rest when he got back to his home. "I'll see you tomorrow, Harrington. Have a nice rest and thanks for everything"
Derrick grinned and nodded. "Have a nice sleep. You deserve it"
Massie closed the door and walked home with her bag. The doorman opened the door for her, and she took the elevator to the penthouse. It felt good being back home.
Inez opened the door and grabbed Massie's bag. It was six pm and all she wanted to do was to shower, eat and sleep.
"Miss Block would you like for me to prepare dinner for you?" Inez asked as she hanged Massie's coat on a coat hanger.
"I'd love it if you did! I am starving. I really don't like airplane food so I'm starving" Massie replied.
"What would you like to eat?"
Massie hummed for a second, thinking about it. "I'd like some Italian food; like a risotto, a Caeser salad and maybe some chicken and apple saute. For dessert I'd like panna cotta if you have it"
"Thankfully we do. I just bought it today. It's your dad's favorite" Inez smiled, looking like she was happy to cook.
Right then Massie's phone vibrated. 'mind if i come over at yours? i'm starving and it's my housekeeper's day off' It was Claire. Massie told Claire to come over and told Inez to make the dinner for two.
She walked to her bedroom, took a nice long shower and dried her hair with the French hairdrier. She wrapped a robe around her body, and walked to the closet.
She chose to wear a tee shirt from Marc Jacobs with a pair of really comfortable looking pajama pants in grey. She turned on the computer and checked her Facebook because she had nothing better to do.
Fourty minutes after she arrived home, Claire walked in the house, and Inez directed her to Massie's bedroom.
"Eh mah Gawd! It feels like I haven't seen you in ages! How was Utah?" Claire asked, the same way some people said the word 'dog poo'. "How is Chris doing?"
Claire sat down on the bed next to Massie. She was wearing a lovely oxford shirt that was designed to be worn as a dress in blue and white vertical stripes, with a tan colored thin belt around the waist from Prada. On her feet she had a pair of beautiful Miu Miu heels.
"Well, Utah was nothing special. And Chris.. Well, I think it's safe to say that I am exhausted. Not in the sexual way, even if we did do it a lot, but also in a very mental way. He suddenly changed his mind about going to rehab and tried to run away. When he was there he was miserable. So, so sad." Massie explained.
"What I actually meant to know was if you two are still an item or if you decided to take this romance nowhere" Claire said after Massie shut up for a second.
"We're just going to be friends. What's the point?" Massie asked. "But we are going to contact each other pretty often."
"So does this mean you and Derrick are on?" Claire asked cheekily.
"No! He is so eccentric! I just saw him in a different light these past few days and I thought maybe I could have him as a friend, you know?" Massie replied. Right then there was a knock on the door. Massie walked to open it, and in came Inez with a rolling table with lots of food and drinks in it. She opened the balcony window, but it wasn't cold.
Mostly because the balcony in winter was vacuumed in a plastic transparent tent so that it would be nice and warm all the time and the furnitures wouldn't get wet and ruined under the rain.
Inez put the plates of the food on the pretty big round table, two crystal cups for each. One for wine and one for water. Then all the forks and spoons, a white wine bottle and a red wine bottle, an unopened bottle of coke, an Evian water and a Perrier.
It looked like the king's table. When Inez left the girls thanked her and started eating.
"Thanks so much for letting me eat here. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to go out at first but then Alicia had a date with Josh, Dylan a secret meeting with Mr. Bellini, Kristen had a family dinner and the guys would think the wrong way if I asked them out. You were my only hope"
"It's really alright. I always love some company when I'm eating. Eating alone doesn't have the same taste." Massie replied. She was halfway through her risotto. It was delicious.
"True. By the way, what are you wearing tomorrow?" Claire asked.
"I'm not sure, I'll need to have a look through my wardrobe. Do they have a dress code?"
"Sure, it's sexy with class"
"After we're done eating we'll have a look. If you don't know what to wear you can borrow something from the closet"
Massie and Claire ate the whole dinner up, and decided they wanted to finish both bottles of wine. Massie preferred the red wine so she kept that bottle for herself and Claire drank the white wine because she preferred it.
They walked inside the closet with their cups of red and white in their hands and looked through the endless amount of stylish clothes. Massie decided that she wanted a dress between a Little Black Dress from Proenza Schouler, a black McQueen twisted mini dress, a Herve Leger cap sleeve geometric print black and white dress and a super bright magenta Kay Unger dress.
Claire had the choice between a Nicole Miller grey and black vertical color block spaghetti strap dress, an adorable Milly rope embellished navy and gold dress, or an electric blue Catherine Malandrino strapless classy dress.
They both tried all of the amazing dresses, with some music turned on that came out from her Dock. As a Ke$ha song was playing, they had a 'fashion show' in the walk in closet.
The Proenza got a 6.7 vote for the event, the McQueen got a 8.9 vote, the Herve Leger got a 9.8, and th Kay Unger got a 7. Massie decided to go with the Herve Leger with a pair of super cool Yves Saint Laurent cage heels.
Claire instead received an 8.5 for the Nicole Miller, a 9.3 for the Milly that looked beyond adorable on her, and an 8.9 for the Catherine Malandrino. She was going to work it with a pair of golden Dior heels she owned.
By nine o'clock, Massie was falling asleep. Claire didn't want to go to her empty house, and Massie decided to let her stay over at the guest room right by her room. She brushed her teeth, looking a little bit tipsy and fell in deep sleep by nine thirty.
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Waking up in her own comfortable bed after fourteen hours of sleep was the nicest sensation Massie ever felt. The curtains were opened in the bed, and the lights were coming inside the room. She got up from her bed, and brushed her teeth at the bathroom.
She washed her face with a special Shu Ueamura product and tapped in some face cream from lancolme. She brushed her hair, and walked to the guestroom to find Claire on her bed, looking blankly at the wall.
"Wake up, C! I think it's time for lunch" Massie said as she jumped on Claire's bed. Claire jumped up and headed to the bathroom to brush her teeth with a spare toothbrush Inez found for her.
At midday they went down to the dining hall, and found Inez serving some plates for lunch. It was a lovely Thai dish, which involved the half of a pineapple, which its inside had the fruit dug out, and was used as a plate to eat some fried rice with saltines, shrimp.
There were three pineapple/plates on the long dining table, and William was there, dressed in a casual outfit, reading the New York Times. He had a Burberry light grey half-zip cashmere pullover, with a pair of Burberry straight-leg jeans in a shade which was midway between dark and light wash.
Massie had never seen her father in jeans and was surprised seeing him like that. "Massie! You're back" William said when he saw her.
"Yes, sorry I was away for so long, but Chris really wasn't ready to go through this alone" Massie replied. "William, you know Claire"
"Of course, how are you doing?" William greeted the daughter of his sister's business partner.
"Very well, thank you."
"Well, as long as you don't fly away without telling me the information again I'm fine with it." William turned back to Massie. "What do you girls have planned for tonight? I'm not coming home till tomorrow evening because I'm going to play golf upstate"
"Don't worry. We were thinking about going to this party. Won't be home much either" Massie answered as she sat and ate some of the mouth-watering Thai dish.
"Good, I always believed teenagers should have a great social life. You're only seventeen once, after all" William smiled. Claire envied Massie for having such a cool father.
Not that her parents were strict, but they were never home and they also thought that they could just make her happy by giving her an endless amount of money in her 'allowance' which was basically without limit.
"Well ladies, I am off. I'm sorry I'm leaving so abruptly but my town car is waiting for me. See you tomorrow Massie, and have fun" William said getting up. A tall black 'bodyguard-slash-assistant' grabbed a duffel bag and a golf bag. They walked away.
A few hours later after they finished eating lunch, they were still at home in Massie's spa-slash-gym where they were at the sauna and chatting about almost everything.
By eight, they had dinner, which was a steak and started off the night with some wine. Massie loved wine. And by nine Alicia, Dylan and Kristen came over to get ready for the night.
"I've had the most amazing day. You have no idea how good Paul is in bed. Seriously. We went to the Mandarin Oriental Hotel, got in-room massages, drank some wine whilst eating some caviar with white chocolate, and he paid for everything!" Dylan started blabbing about her day while she drank some more wine, as she sat on Massie's warm bed.
"How can he afford that with a teacher's salary? I understand that it's an elite school, but still you can't get paid much" Kristen asked as she looked at her freshly manicured nails she got that day at Bergdorf Goodman's.
"I was just about to tell you guys what I found out today. Paul Bellini comes from a devastatingly rich family! He told me his great great grandfather created one of the most expensive hotels in Milan. How fabulous?" Dylan asked as she poured herself another cup. What kind of party would it have been if they were not shit-faced drunk?
"Damn. He must have quiet a fortune. Too bad you can't really boast about it the way you would like to, to anyone except for us." Alicia snickered as she checked herself out in the mirror.
"Well, I can start with my repetitiveness. I know you would adore that" Dylan joked. Alicia sighed, and sighs from Claire and Kristen followed right after.
"Please God, don't." Claire begged.
"You better start being nicer to me then" Dylan smiled.
Massie looked at the clock. It was almost ten o'clock. Massie grabbed the dress she chose to wear the day before, the shoes, a few accessories which were a few vintage rings, and vintage looking earrings from Chanel in silver.
Claire followed Massie's example and grabbed her clothes. Alicia had her things inside her Louis Vuitton big tote bag, which had another small clutch for the night. Dylan had brought everything inside a shopping bag from Bergdorf Goodmans, which was basically what she had bought that day after the spa at the Mandarin with Kristen.
The girls changed into their outfits calmly, as they kept on emptying the seven wine bottles they had started just half an hour ago. Massie slid on the dress which flattered her body and started with the make up. She had no need of foundation her skin was always perfect, but it didn't seem like such a big deal since none of the PC members had bad skin.
Eyeliner from MAC, lots of mascara from Yves Saint Laurent, red lipstick, some eyeshadow, blush and she was done. She made her hair's waves a little bit more distinct, she put her accessories on and she looked like she belonged in a runway.
Claire put on the Milly dress, and her hair didn't need any work at all because it was perfect even after a rough windy and rainy day out. Her long blond hair fell perfectly, and her fringe was in the perfect length. She looked like a hotter version of Kate Moss.
Alicia was instead dressed in a BCBG boat neck dress with interesting and vibrant print. On her feet black Dolce and Gabbana shoes and she thought about using a lovely sleek and sexy patent leather clutch from Alexander McQueen.
Kristen was rocking a canary yellow cotton dress with flutter sleeves in silk from Catherine Malandrino and a pair of black heels from Sam Edelman, with big Edie Sedgwick inspired earrings.
Dylan spent most of the time straightening her hair, but at the last minute she slipped on a sexy Derek Lam dolman-sleeve black dress with a pair of flashy silver Jimmy Choos. She looked elegant, sexy, and seductive.
The girls were all ready by ten fifteen. They had finished the seven bottles of wine, plus two bottles of Vodka mixed with peach juice which was delicious. Most of them were still sane, but after one more drink, they were sure to be pissed.
They hailed a cab from down the street which came to them straight away. They looked like the girls from Sex and the City + 1. "Can we come in in five?" Alicia asked as she fluttered her lashes at the cab driver who couldn't keep his eyes away from her chest.
"Only for you girls" he winked as he admired the beauty of the five girls. They got in one after the other, and crammed in the limited space. Alicia could smell the smoke.
"Do you mind if we light up?" she asked with a cheeky smile in her face.
"Go ahead, but I'll keep the windows open"
Alicia got a Marlboro Light from her bag, and lit one up. Dylan grabbed the Parliament Lights and handed one directly to Claire.
"Do you want one?" Dylan asked Massie.
"Sure, I'll try one" Massie replied, what was the harm in smoking one cigarette? It ruins your skin, all that crap. Chris Abeley smoked a packet a day and his skin was still flawless.
She lit one up, inhaled, and exhaled. She didn't see nothing special in it, but she was kind of attracted to it anyway. So she smoked it until they got to the club. Kristen paid the cab fee and the girls walked confidently to the club's bouncer, instead of lining up to do the line, which FYI was longer than the queue for Karl Lagerfeld for H&M.
"Hello ladies" the bouncer greeted them with friendliness. "Name?"
"Dylan Marvil +4" Dylan said as she finished her cigarettes.
"You ladies can go in, and Kemp Hurley +2 asked me to tell you that they were going to wait by table eight" He let them in, and the girls got into the club. The music was lound and electro. A girl in the mid twenties took them to table eight, where Kemp, Josh and Derrick were drinking the complimentary champagne bottle.
Massie had to admit that Derrick looked HOT, with capital letters, his hair was clean and soft looking, he finally shaved that little beard that he almost started growing, he put on some nice and ironed clothes and looked like he actually took care of what he looked like.
He had a button down in a lovely green shade and striped lines. He had dark wash Seven jeans, and a pair of nice leather shoes from Italy. "Did you change something?" Massie asked as soon as she got close enough for him to hear.
"I've got a haircut this morning. How do I look?" Derrick replied, making some space so she could sit next to him.
"I like it. You look much neater." Massie tried to avoid adding anything else. She didn't want to sound like she had a crush on him. Because she did not. Or she tried to make herself believe that she didn't.
"Well, you look slamming too. I really like this dress you are wearing" Derrick complimented. "Champagne?" he asked as he held a champagne bottle by its pony neck. Massie nodded. He poured it, she drank it.
She looked at Alicia who was kissing Josh and being cuddly with him. Dylan was texting non-stop. Kristen and Kemp were flirting, and Claire was looking around the VIP area trying to spot a hot guy.
When Claire spotted a handsome man, she kept on staring at him until he noticed her. He had dark hair, light eyes, and was wearing a button down shirt that made his eyes pop out and a pair of black skinny jeans.
When he looked her way, she kept eye contact for a second and looked away flirtily. Making sure she looked hot. As if her wishes came true, the hot guy walked towards the table, and brought a cigarette.
"Do you have a light?" He asked, with his deep voice. Claire looked at the other table. It was full of smokers and there were zippos on the table. She smiled anyway and lighted his fag with a green lighter. "I'm Cam Fisher,"
"Claire Lyons. Nice to meet you"
"Would you like to go to the dancefloor?" He asked.
"We're going down too." Alicia said as she got up with Josh. "Hi, I'm Alicia Rivera. HS" HS was a code for high school people in Manhattan. When they presented themselves they just added HS, and the other person would know that they were under aged too, so nobody got kicked out or even in trouble.
"Cam Fisher. HS too" Cam completely forgot about the code, but he knew that they were still high school kids, they stood out from the other crowd, and not only for their looks.
"Which one?" Claire asked as she sipped her drink.
"Octavian" Cam replied. Claire knew Octavian kids. They were mostly known for not being able to get accepted to Briarwood, but still had tons of money. Or it was the place that was much less about the academics, and more about sports, music and creativity. "You?"
"All from Briarwood" Claire answered, she finished the drink and dragged him to the dancefloor and danced with him. She was starting to see very hazily. Everything was so vague, like an abstract painting. But the only thing that she could figure out was his face.
He was cute, she danced all night with him. She had gotten with Octavian kids before, guys such as Landon Crane, Dempsey Solomon and Chris Plovert. But none of them were as cute as Cam.
At the sound of a familiar electro song, Claire got even more hyper. It was safe to say that the alcohol started to go up, and that she was now drunk. Cam enjoyed seeing the girl hyper active and outgoing.
He enjoyed even more the kiss that Claire planted on his pretty and soft lips and the make out session that was happening.
Back to the VIP area, Massie and Derrick were still talking. Massie was more like babbling. And Derrick was listening. Massie was pissed drunk. She felt attracted to Derrick, even if she knew what kind of guy he was. But she couldn't do it. No matter how much she wanted to kiss him passionately, she couldn't. When she thought about Chris Abeley, she saw his disappointed face, then his angry face, and then his depressed face.
She didn't ever want to see him like that again. But then she really wanted Derrick.
The little demon inside her convinced her with a 'Chris is not here, you'll never know when he's out. Derrick is right here instead.'
Massie didn't know what she was doing. Why she was even considering this. One week ago she would have never even thought of getting with Derrick. She thought about the words Chris said to her a few minutes before she left him.
'I can see the chemistry. If you do end up with him, tell me. I will mind, but I'll be happy for you' Massie was shocked when he said that. She never noticed the chemistry he talked about, but now she did.
She couldn't stay away from him. But she had to try. She didn't want to give Chris this satisfaction/despair.
It felt like Derrick's lips were the South of the magnet, and hers were the North. She had this weigh on her heart, that made her feel like if she was not going to kiss him she was going to feel sick for the rest of the night.
She got closer to Derrick's face, he did the same. But right about then all the alcohol she drank was coming up. She flipped her head around, and puked her soul out on the black trashcan right next to her, that the club decided to put just in cases like these.
Derrick held her hair behind, which was something Massie expected her friend to do. But no one was there. Dylan had disappeared somewhere. Claire was making out on the dance floor with that Cam Fisher character. Alicia and Josh were together. And finally Kristen was getting to know a cute bartender.
It felt like her friends left them two alone for one purpose. But Massie was content that there was actually someone there to help her out.
She felt sick. Her throat burned, and there was still that little something inside her that she couldn't vomit. She felt so embarrassed. She had puked right before she was about to kiss Derrick.
She really didn't know where to find the heart of ever looking at his face again.
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