The Block's Yatch
The Living Room
May 27th 2008
06.00 AM
It was six in the morning, and Massie had never been up so early since the holidays started. She had not gone home from what seemed like ages, not even after she solved things with Alicia Rivera. She just stayed in Derrick's room and fell asleep there as she started thinking. Massie finally decided to go back home, and do something with the Pretty Committee. She opened the door of the yatch, and saw a silhouette of a girl her age, lurking around the living room. Massie immediately got on the floor, trying to make less sound as she could, and checked who that person was. She didn't see Massie, she was too concentrated on looking for something. But who the hell was SHE? She was wearing a black body suit, with a hat on her head, making it hard to see the face.
Massie slowly reached her handbag, her keychain, and opened the top of the pepperspray she bought in America. She got up in the right moment, and made the mystery girl shriek. Before she sprayed, she gasped with shock.
"LAYNE ABELEY! WHAT THE HELL!" Massie shouted shocked.
"SHIT!" Layne shouted.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE!" Massie shouted again. Layne didn't answer. "Oh my God. It was you! I can't believe it. It was you! The one who stole my limited edition Manolo Blahniks!! The bitch skank whore who stole my freaking limited edition FENDI bag! YOU'RE THE THIEF! Who came to strike back! I'm going to call the police. You're not getting away with this. You are so not" Massie kept on blabbing.
"No don't call the police"
"Why shouldn't I? You stole three quarters of my freaking billion dollar worth wardrobe!"
"Becuase I did it for a good reason!" Layne said almost shouting. Massie waited for an explanation. "I needed it to pay for UCLA. "
"What? So you steal my things to pay for yours?"
"After my dad died last year, we recently found out that he left us nothing. Nada. I got accepted to UCLA. I had to pay this huge amount. And I couldn't afford it. This summer I was talking about it with my friends. We tried to find ways, and this seemed like the best solution" Layne said.
"You were never THAT poor. Layne, what you did was serious! Do you know how much you freaked us out?"
"I know, I'm sorry. I'll just give everything back. I haven't paid anything yet" Layne said feeling a strong wave of guilt coming towards her.
"Nah. You already did the damage. Keep the money, and remember you have a huge debt on me" Massie said remembering Alicia's words a few days ago, saying that she was a cold hearted bitch.
"No, I can't"
"Yes you can. How much money did you earn out of this"
"Around 200 thousand dollars" Layne said. "The limited edition Manolos did most of the job"
"Jesus. When you are rich enough, I expect my money back." Massie said.
"Thank you so much Massie. You know, maybe Claire was right, you are not that cold hearted after all, you have a pretty soft side yourself" Massie smiled. Layne got off the boat, and Massie lied on the couch. She then walked to her room, took a shower and came out fabulous. She had a sundress on, which was nice and refreshing. She got some coffee from Dunkin Donuts, and ate a few donuts from there. She then thought about what she had just done. Did she really lend Layne Abeley so much money?? What the hell? Since when was being mother freaking Theresa fashionable?
She looked around, and looked at the people who were eating. A few tourists, duh. Then something caught her eye, from outside the window. She saw Cam. She put on her sunglasses as fast a she could, while sipping her Americano. He was standing by the harbor, wearing a pair of dark wash denim straight jeans with a Dolce and Gabbana white Saint Stefano tee smoking a Marlboro light. His dark hair, wet, probably just washed with his usual John Varvatos hair shampoo. She kept on eye stalking him, every single move of his. He sat by a bench, looking really bad ass. Then she saw a girl walking towards him. She could just see her back, silky blonde long straight hair, wearing a Praire New York printed silk halter dress she recognized from Saks Fifth Avenue last time she went. Who was She? Mystery Girl rushed towards the tall boy, and hugged him. Okay. So he had a new slut. So what? But who was she? She asked herself. She did not turn around, instead she walked towards the yatchs, and disappeared.
The Block's Yatch
The Dining Hall
May 27th
10.20 AM
"Look who decided to show up?" Massie heard a voice say as she closed the door of the yatch. Claire was sitting in the kitchen's table, eating scrambled eggs and orange juice. "Where have you been for a whole week?"
"Derrick's yatch. I made up with Alicia Rivera." Massie said. "Oh, and guess what I found out today? Layne Abeley is the one who stole all our shit."
"What? LAYNE?" Claire repeated increduosly. "How did that happen?"
"She needed money for Harvard; I forgave her. Let her go" Massie said. "Guess who I saw today? Cameron Fisher by the harbor with this blonde girl"
"It's probably Duh-Livia Ryan. I heard that they were going out now. Strawberry told me she saw them at the country club making out"
"Oh, wow. Olivia Ryan and Cam Fisher? is this eigth grade all over again?" Massie asked kinda disgusted.
"Funny. But by the way, where's Dylan?" Massie asked getting some juice out of the fridge.
"Right here" Dylan said as she walked towards the kitchen. "Where have you been, stranger?"
"Derrick's. What's up with your hippie look?" Massie asked questioning her maxi chiffon dress with an Etro pattern, paisley with lots of purple and brown and dark green. She also had on a pair of Dior square oversized sunglasses the type Lauren Conrad always wore on the Hills. She then noticed a hippie style brown leather braid around her head she saw in magazines on top of Sienna Miller's head.
"It's my hippie hangover look. " Dylan said. "Yesterday. I had so much to drink. Gawd. I was going out with this guy. Worst date of my week. Seriously. He was absolutely gorgeous. Total HART x10, looked something like a mix between James Franco and Jake Gyllenhall. Then back to his yatch, it was complete hell. He was so much into KINKY stuff. I had so much to drink"
"Who are you going out with today?" Massie asked.
"I don't know yet, I am going to the beach after breakfast. Hope I can find somebody there"
"Let's all go together" Massie proposed.
"Where to? La Voile Rouge or Nikki Beach?"
"Nikki of course. Just let me get my things" Massie said while she looked at her eat the sandwhich. She headed to her room and filled her Marc Jacobs standard supply tote with a few books, Clarins sunscreen, and her absolutely favorite Missoni Jonathan beach towel. She took off her sundress and put on her purple Pucci bikini and threw on her red Cosabella Ibiza coverup. The only thing missing was her Helen Kamiski sun hat.
She got out of the room and saw all the two girls fready. "Where's K?"
"At Kemp's as always"
"So it's just us three today, uh?" Massie asked.
"Yeah. Let's buy a few sandwhiches before. The ones at Nikki's suck and they're way overpriced" Claire said. They agreed and headed to the bar on their way to Nikki. They entered the prestigious beach, and got themselves a seat by the pool.
"What do you think about him?" Dylan said as she put a Giorgio Armani beach towel on top of her seat. She was pointing at the waiter.
"A waiter?" Massie asked. "What about thinking HART? If you think this way you're thinking HAT"
"Ehmahgawd! It's DEMPSEY!" Dylan pointed out, when she saw a boy playing with a ball inside a swimming pool. The boy heard his name, and turned around, surprised to see three most popular girls in his old school. He saw them and when they were sure it was him, they waved at him as he waved back. They told him to come over with body language, and he did get out of the pool as fast as he could.
Dylan saw him walk out of the pool. His body was gorgeous, even better than before, it had this safari touch which made it irresistible, he could have made the perfect date for tonight. Right before he came over she looked at Massie, with a questioning look. Massie nodded and smiled, letting her know that it was fine to hook up with Dempsey.
"GIRLS! HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN!?" Dempsey said happily greeting them all with a hug, but they all avoided it since he was all wet, instead Dylan gave him her red Giorgio Armani beach towel. He happily accepted it and dried himself up.
"Dempsey! When was the last time we saw each other!" Massie asked.
"I don't know! Sophomore year! When I moved to Spain!" Dempsey said.
"You look absolutely fantastic" Dylan complimented him as she told him to sit down. "Do you work out?"
"Yeah, Spain causes me to do that" Dempsey admitted. "They're all so buff, I've got to keep up"
"Right. What are you doing in Saint Tropez?"
"My friends. We're all here for my birthday!" Dempsey said.
"Really? When?"
" The day after tomorrow!"
"Are you having a party?"
"Not really."
"It's your nineteen!"
"Yeah. I know"
"You HAVE to have a party" Dylan said. "You know what, we'll throw one for you! Just be there, invite lots of friends, to our yatch!"
"Yeah, that would be cool. It's the Sunshine, the biggest one in that harbor in front of club S." Massie said agreeing to this party thing.
"Cool! I'll leave you my number" Dempsey said giving them a piece of paper with his number written.
"Let's do ten o'clock at my yatch!" Massie said.
"Thank you guys! Can't wait to catch up"
"Are you going now?"
"I could stay longer"
"No no it's fine. But we could catch up tonight?" Dylan said flirtily. "For old time's sake?" She gave a small smile.
"Sure. Why not? I'll pick you up at eight o'clock?" Dempsey asked.
"Perf" She said sipping her martini she ordered as soon as she got to Nikki Beach. "See you then, gorgeous"