Chapter 7: P.P.S. You're A Clout Chaser Congrats
Suggestion: READ The Disclaimer before reading this chapter. It is for your benefit as well as mine. And I will not be doing a JUST for Clarifications for this chapter sorry. Though reader if your reading I look forward to your comments thank you.
If it was 1717, black daddy, white momma wouldn't change a thing
Light skin mothafucka certified as a house n****
Well I'll be God damned, go figure
In my blood is the slave and the master
It's like the devil playin' spades with the pastor
But he was born with the white privilege!
Man what the fuck is that? Logic (Everybody)
Gregory Townhouse
Evanston, IL
Monday 8, August 2018
11:00 pm
"You look beautiful out there," panted Roman, thrusting his hips forward as his hands roamed against the cognac satin dress gripping the curves of her hips a bit too harshly. "I knew it would look perfect on you", a year ago she would have gagged at the stench of whiskey and cigars that lingered on his tongue. She would have cried out as his glasses left an impression on her cheek, she would have tried to pry his fingers from her freshly done old Hollywood curls. "I Love you Kris," signed Roman, slapping her ass causing the young girl to moan in discomfort. Steadying her feet in her gold pumps Kristen leaned back against the kitchen wall, wiping a tear letting her head fall off to the side.
What did she do to deserve this? Was this truly love or was it a sick imitation. Why was she riddled with shame? Why was it her burden to bare? Why did he find his fourteen year old granddaughter attractive? The child he raise since she was five -Her surrogate father, that kissed her booboos when she fell and tucked her in at night. Who would flip out if her shirt gave a hint of too much cleavage. Instead now he was -Roman, the man who held her a bit too long during hugs who insisted she'd sit on his lap, encouraged and bought her lingerie, who made her sit and watch porn with him. He was getting more forward. Feeling up his granddaughter at his very own book reading either suggested he was brazen or becoming more nonsensical.
"Not all our guest have left yet," snapped Martha Gregory, tossing her blonde curls behind her back giving Kristen a clear view of her black rhinestone gown the V neck gave a slight hint of cleavage. Roman quickly readjusted himself awkwardly before leaving Kristen to lay against the wall completely demoralized -she couldn't even bring herself to cry. "Could you be any more of a whore?"
"I learned from the best." replied Kristen walking off as Martha stared at her youngest with disdain. Everything about Kristen she hated, from her mocha skin to her sandy brown nappy curls to her full set of lips and her deep brown eye that all minded her of Lamar. Another fucking reminder of that no good bastard who ruined her life. Martha openly blamed Kristen for the struggle she faced as a teen mom: disinheritance, poor, divorced, Kennedy, even her last four failed marriages were all because of her. Even Roman's disinterest in Martha made her blood boil as she watched him place loving kisses on Kristen's neck and gift her with expensive jewelry. He was right. Thought Martha bitterly he's the only man that could ever love me. And she's ruined that. Roman was her last hope. Mother was dying and any hope of regaining her inheritance solely laid with her father. She wouldn't let anything stand in her way. So if it meant sacrificing another child to that monster.
THE SAINT GRAAL
Is that Pumpkin Spice latte and tears I smell? Fall's right around the corner.
I can't think of anyone else to spark fear into the hearts of LBR's than the Fannish Beauty herself, Alicia Rivera.
Our very own Georgina Sparks,
Though as of lately it looks like this kitty's lost her claws, to the Blair Waldorf of OCD aka. Massie Block.
No more patiently waiting Massie. Thanks to an inside source and a pic. via a Jet from Spain
'The Wicked Bitch of Mid West' has finally returned to lay claim on her crown.
I hope it was fun while it lasted M.
xoxo
The Guru
Starbucks Coffee House
Chicago, IL
Tuesday 10, August 2018
10:10 am
"Eh my g-hawd your Massie Block" gasped Thalia Hernandez, a newly made seventh grade Alpha of OCD causing her group of OCD groupies to pull a one eighty and gawk opening at what was once known as Alpha Royalty. Massie took a cool sip of her Cinnamon Dolce latte with extra whipped cream and cinnamon while the underclassmen fell over each other to bask in The Pretty Committee's Presence. "Eh!" gasped Massie shockingly as the Alpha in training threw her venti Green Tea Latte on her silver Back At It satin crop top staining the fabric. It wasn't like she'd ever be caught wearing the item again, as it would have most likely been gifted to Kristen during her yearly closet purge. However, it wasn't the point. Who did this bitch think she was fucking with!
"Do you know who I am" screeched Massie, raising up on her rivers island heels sizing up the Alpha in training drawing the attention of the patrons in the semi quiet Starbucks.
"Who you were," Thalia stated unfazed standing in a Talking snake Bandeau Top, dark green Kameela Cargo Pants and paired with diamond hoops she gave off future Alpha vibes while dominating an Alpha of the past. "Your a nobody now."
Massie had everything: money, beauty, social status, confidence, amazing parents, a hawt bf, and a clique of the most beautiful girl that OCD had to offer. For it all to crumble and collapse to shit in a single leaked clip of the Marvilous Marvil's season finally. In a blink of an eye Massie had not only lost her money, her Alpha title, Derrick, the Pretty Committee...but her confidence. After six months, of rebuilding herself, regaining her families money, regaining the Pretty Committee it was all for nothing. She was nothing...
Beauty Boutique
Willmette, IL
4:50 pm
The Elite blog, was every OCD and LST girl's little black book to the INs and OUTs of the social hierarchy. Co-created by Amalia Johannes and Penelope Chamberlain two alumnus's of LST class for 2014, they rebuilt their images over night. Later discovering and collaborating with one of Alicia's favorite online blogs The Saint Graal. Though everyone wanted to know who The Guru was no one ever openly discredit this anonymous Gossip Girl 4.0 like figure who in a click of a mouse either boast your social status or demolish it in seconds. Sipping on lavender honey black chamomile tea unwinding from her trip Alicia lightly hummed to herself scrolling through a post by The Guru while Thuy buffed out her nails.
The Saint Graal
Whoever, said "Diamond are a girl's best friend,"🔷 clearly has never laid eyes on a Amex black card.
Serving us looks on Michigan Ave our very own Nova Babe💁 ️, Alicia Rivera
dressed in orange cutout, front knot detail body suit, high rise medium blue washed
distressed rhinestone detailing jeans, clear heeled orange booties,
gold 4-layed coined charms necklace. A plus A 😘
Though I'm not surprise Queen A's been serving looks since
Merri-Lee's New Years Eve circa 2016.
The memory wasn't a nostalgic one for Alicia as it was a bitter one. The realization of Skye's reign of OCD coming to an end, Massie's paranoia of her alpha statue was escalating. Any threat to her title aka. Alicia was eliminated-any false moves, words, looks, articles of clothing Massie zeroed in on. No idea other than Massie's was worth a damn. As Merri-Lee's Tudor Themed New Years Eve party, got closer all eyes fell to the Pretty Committee to show out as always. In a Massie like fashion, she had to have a dark purple Italian made gown with lush designs, and handmade embellishments along side replica of the famed head piece Natalie Dormer wore as Anne Boyle in the Tudors flown first class. While dubbing the rest of the Pretty Committee in a less complex ivory gown with few floral designs, bedding along the collar and the sleeve similar to the ladies from reign with a less intricate gold head dress. For once, Alicia put her calfskin Ralph Lauren pump down. She was beyond tired of Massie's spoon feed overindulged spoiled attitude that desperately needed to be shot down to earth with a rocket and humbled on its decent to earth. After voicing her opinion Alicia was unceremoniously stripped of her beta title in front of the seventh grade class of OCD, the beta vowed it would be the last time Massie humiliated her. In an attempt to undermined Massie's Alpha title the Unbelievably Pretty Committee was born. Alicia had to not only prove it to herself, but to everyone else including Massie with girls like Kori and Strawberry Alicia had a lot of work to do in just a few weeks.
On Monday morning The Unbelievably Pretty Committee made their debut through the halls. Kori's short blondish frayed bob was now a waist length, with a red lip dressed in a mocha long sleeve cropped sweater, high rise blue wash boyfriend jeans, beige snake skin fux leather ankle booties, with studs and a set of hoops to match. Strawberry's Arianna Grande failed box hair dye was redyed black and cut to mid shoulder, dressed in lime green cropped turtle neck sweater, black high rise distress denim showing off her entire mid thigh, nude stiletto lace up booties, gold layered necklaces with "home girl" written along side a cross and a heart. Although the UPC lasted as long as one of Taylor Swift's relationship and Alicia was forced to return to the Pretty Committee tail between her legs, she knew it was only matter of time before she came into her shoes as an Alpha.
Luxury Townhouses
Evanston, IL
Wednesday 11, August 2018
1:07 pm
Dylan:Are you seriously upset?
Dylan typing...typing...
sending...
*GIF* Craig from Friday rolling his eye
read 1:07 pm
Derrick💕😩 typing... typing...
Dylan typing ... typing
sending ...
Dylan:Derrick?
read 1:09 pm
Derrick 💕😩 typing...
Dylan: ANSWER ME DAMMIT
DERRICK!
Tossing her phone into the seat of the limo Dylan couldn't believe Derrick was still upset with her. Usually, a snap of her in a new navy bra and g-string thong with a matching high waist garter belt from Spicy Lingerie would have been enough of a reason for him to forgive her. Though the typical attempts that Dylan would have resorted to we're becoming more futile. Claire on the other hand, swiped through her Instagram deleting any comments that tagged Skye Hamilton and Cameron Fisher in her post as well as any comments with the hashtag TEAM SKYE. Following The Guru's expose of leaked pictures of Cam and Skye boo'd up from her hacked Instagram everyone from Merri-Lee's Tea Time to J-magazine wanted to get in on the action. In sighting a popularity contest over social media between the two teens as to which side the fans were on. Like no one had anything better to do then talk about weather the scandal with Chris Abeley post Cam or her love triangle between the Abeley sibling was the reason for the couples break up. Massie was busy hummed the words of Dua Lipa's New Rules that played lowly in the background. Typing in Landon Crane in the search bar on Instagram only to have it respond User not found. After two more attempts Massie turned to her Facebook and Twitter with no avail. He fucking blocked her! The topic of sex took a certain incline once the couple reached their six month mark. It wasn't a secret that occasionally Landon would find some LBR to waste his time with-whisper sweet nothings to, promise them the dream of going public, screwing them and them dumping them. Which was surprisingly okay with her. As long as, he was discreet with his affairs and they never became trending topics on Tea Time or the Saint Graal she could careless where Landon stuck his dick at this point. Dating Landon Crane was more a social strategy-to boost her Alpha status that his popularity provided. Summering in the Hampton's, Christmas eve in Bora Bora, their joint Instagram page and couples channel on YouTube were all for clout. Two years ago, if she had caught even a hint of a scandal Massie would have dropped Landon faster than an off brand knock off Jimmy Choo, however, in the last year many things had changed let alone in the last two years. She needed Landon much more than he needed her and Massie was starting to fear he may have realized. I should have just fucking slept with him thought Massie bitterly.
Meanwhile, Kristen tossed out light beige calf ribbon Fendi duffel bag out her window at first sight of Massie's limo a few blocks from the gates surrounding the community of town houses. With an inheritance, an amex and a trust fund at her disposal most of the Pretty Committee, didn't understand the need for Kristen to still lie about her whereabouts. Much to Roman's dismay Kristen had spent the entirety of her summer touring Spanish with the rest of The Pretty Committee minus Massie after returning from Conditioning camp in California. On her return to the States Kristen divided her time between on the PC member's homes or staying with Sammie Harrington. Only to return begrudgingly for Roman's book reading upon Martha's demand was the first time Kristen spent an entire evening with her grandfather. On his last night in Evanston, Roman requested that Martha make sure Kristen would attend a dinner in his honor as his date. Glancing one last time at the silhouette of the dark red sweet heart plunge dress from Nasty Gal that was customized to Roman's instructions the dress originally a midi was shorten even more and the slit deepen on the thigh. Kristen climbed out the three story building sprinting towards the limo with her Gucci Supreme Canvas bag gifted from Massie for the PC's annual back to school shopping spree last weekend.