HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISSLUXE!
Thank you all so much for reading and sticking around with me.
XOXO
LuxeWrites: Hey guys, theres a tumblr page now! It picks up on everything starting from this chapter and it's called 'luxewrites'! It's massie's personal playlist and the lay out is set up as Massie's Blog! It includes visuals and references from the story and there are tags so rather you wanna keep up with her actual 'SOTU' posts, or your favorite characters you can by using the search (Endless scroll isn't working but typing in first names will help see posts that aren't on the first page). The Polyvore will still be used, and the visuals will still be posted there.
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23 October, 2017
4:39 PM
BLOCK ESTATE: MASSIE's BEDROOM
Massie groaned as she walked into her bedroom, throwing her Chloรฉ Faye shoulder bag onto her bed as her iMAC made the usual ding! noise it did when someone commented on her blog, THE STATE OF THE UNION. Massie's blog had become very popular since she made it public in the seventh grade. Now, she could only check the comments on selected days, or whenever she was bored since the traffic was too much for her to handle at times. Still, with the annoyance ringing in her head from the whining voices she's heard since her incident with Claire Lyons' her former best friend, it would be nice to read comments about people praising her. Even the negative comments she got didn't bother her, since these internet people were obviously jealous they couldn't know her in real life. Massie took a seat on her white fur computure desk and used her lighter wand to inflate her Voluspa Prosecco rose candle before scrolling through her 'SOTUMASSIE' account, reading a few emails. Most of them were about how pretty she was, how they follow all of her trends and hacks, but one caught her attention.
The Top 10 New York Fashion Bloggers - Who, What, Wear
Hello, Massie Block. We've been watching you.
And you know what, we're impressed. Every year whowhatwear,com composes a list of the top NY fashion bloggers and you've made the list! We would like to invite you out to Manhattan for brunch and an interview for your feature. Being on the list is a major boost and this year all of our bloggers are requested for various shows at NYFW Feb. 2018 to commentate. Your interview questions, and contact information have been included below, looking forward to your response.
KAT COLLINGS
Massie gasped before yelling out loud which earned a yelp from Bean, Massie's 'best bitch'. Before Bean made the noise, Massie hadn't even realized she was in the room since Bean hadn't been in her room lately and was attached to her mothers heel. How could anyone want to be around Kendra over Massie anyway? She's insufferable. "Beanie!" Massie said happily, reaching for her dog gently wrapping her arms around the black pug before she jumped out of Massie's arms and exited the room. "You're such a bitch!" Massie scoffed half playfully since technically she was a bitch.
"What?!" Kendra yelled which caused Massie to roll her eyes. She and her mother had been going back and forth lately and Massie was praying for her chance to get out of the house. Her two weeks alone with her boyfriend Derrick Harrington at his families estate were surreal. They were a nice change from her father always working and her mother always bickering. Derrick cooked, taught her video games, sports, and he let her play Lana Del Rey in the background as they talked all night. Those two weeks were Kendra's latest thing to argue about with Massie. But she got to school, her grades hadn't skipped, everything was fine.
"I wasn't talking to you." Massie said in a dry tone, walking closer to her bedroom door to 'greet' her mother. The younger girl gave her mother a once over and realized that she was wearing the Jonathan Simkhai pantsuit that Massie practically begged her to buy when they went shopping in London. They initially were able to bond over fashion. When they first moved, Massie's father was working non stop - as usual, and he was the parent Massie was closest to. Kendra didn't work and Massie felt practically trapped in the house with her mother since they didn't hire staff in London. Much like now. It was awkward until Kendra invited Massie to a fashion show and they instantly became the best of friends. Seeing the suit and Balenciaga Black Patent All Over Logo Slash Heel Boots Kendra paired it with oddly softened her mood. Kendra sighed deeply and looked at her daughter, rubbing her nude-pink lips together.
"Well, I need to talk to you. Downstairs." Kendra said cooly and walked down the staircase. Massie knew enough to follow. She was already about to explode from the exciting news she got and maybe the news would be good for her and her mother. It gave them something to look forward to and a reason to be friendly until then. The chestnut haired girl followed her mother down their single spiral marble staircase and Massie caught a glimpse of herself in the Parisian framed mirror. The chandelier looked like diamonds and everything looked crisp. More like a high end hotel then a home but that's exactly what Kendra Block intended when she started the design of the house almost right after the Block's left America. She knew they'd be back and she needed something that bragged for her to the other housewives. The entire house smelled like Rosemary and it made Massie feel at ease until she got to the last step and saw Judi, Todd and Claire Lyons in her living room. What. The. Fuck? "Do you have anything to say?" Kendra turned and faced Massie.
"I have a few questions. No direct statement, though." Massie spoke, raising her eyebrow and practically giving Claire daggers. It hadn't even been a full day since Massie humiliated Claire at school and she already ran to her Mama Lyon. Claire stood behind her youner - yet taller, broader and ballsier brother Todd, looking like a lost and hurt bird. Typical Claire.
"I told my mom what you did." Todd's deep voice filled the room. Ballsy. "It wasn't cool."
"Massie, what did you do to Claire?" Kendra demanded.
"Ask her." Massie gestured to Claire who didn't move a muscle. She clearly knew better.
"Massie, I adore you. You know that." Judi stated in a stern mood. Judi was the mom you didn't want to mess with. Massie knew it and she had a respect for Judi and even Todd but it wasn't enough to save Claire and the look on the blondes face told that she knew it. Claire knew she officially walked into hell as soon as Todd opened his mouth. Massie spared her all this time. "You can't just bully Claire. Whatever happened between you two doesn't warrent this. She didn't deserve what you di-"
"She deserves what I did." Massie corrected, emotionless. "Just like she deserves what Cam did. And Alicia. She needs to be a big girl and live in her karma." Massie demanded. Claire couldn't act like a victim forever. Just because she wasn't as big of a bitch as Massie and Alicia, she wasn't an innocent girl. It went back to seventh grade when Claire hacked Massie's IM to turn her friends against her. Since then, Claire should know the consequences of her actions going against Massie. "I'm not about to pretend I like her because Alicia stabbed her in the back. How does it feel?" Massie stared Claire down. Their mothers and Todd were all between them but Claire still flinched.
"Massie!" Kendra yelled, almost astonished at her daughter.
"What?! It's true. She's a bitch!" Massie yelled. Claire always put up a front. She's the same one that was just in the hospital for drinking and driving. Massie also heard that Claire didn't exactly have permission to take her friends to her families lake house during 'Heros vs. Villians'. "You people are hypocrites." Massie said to Judi before turning to her mother. "And you just wanna play mom when she's around!" Massie yelled before running back up the staircase. Her held was held high even though it physically hurt like hell doing so.
23 October, 2017
5:15 PM
GUCCI STORE
"That is fucking hilarious I'm so pissed we left campus." Skye Hamilton's blue eyes shined as she laughed with her best friend Becca, as they walked through the Gucci outlet. Olivia's finger tips grazed over the robe she had bought a few days ago, figuring she might get the other color as she listened to her older sister and her best friend talk about Massie's stunt with Claire. It was all she heard about since their lunch period and Olivia almost felt bad that she put Claire in the position until Claire sent her a nasty message over instagram. Olivia couldn't believe what Claire 'really' thought of her and she quickly sent it to the GLAMOUR SOCIETY group chat that was practically burning holes in her pocket. Massie and Kristen, Olivia's best friends were probably having a rant and when she glanced at her iPhone she was greeted by Massie's contact name and red, angry face emojis.
GLAMOUR SOCIETY ๐๐๐ ๐๐ via iMessage
Mass ๐ธ ๐บ๐
I can't believe this stupid bitch had the nerve to send Liv that message then run to her mom about me! ๐ก๐ก๐ก
Kris ๏ธ๐ฏ ๏ธ ๐
Wait, what happened with C?
Olivia Ryan's iPhone
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Mass ๐ธ ๐บ๐
Claire, Todd and her mom came in my house to 'talk' and now Kendra is being a bitch again. So fuckin annoyed right now.
Kris ๏ธ๐ฏ ๏ธ๐
So she's pretending she's all innocent?
Mass ๐ธ ๐บ๐
Like a hurt bird.
Olivia tossed her phone into her Brown LV monogram backpack and watched S & B as they filled Olivia in on their latest adventure on the NYU campus. Since Olivia's breakup with her college boyfriend Harris Fisher, she avoided the topic and even cut back on hanging out with her sister Becca, her brother Andy and Skye since NYU had become their stomping ground. The bad part was the only thing that kept her from staying with Harris was their distance and 'keeping up', aside from that he was the perfect boyfriend and now he's probably having the time of his life in college with all the girls that were already waiting to get with him.
"He misses you, you know?" Becca stared at her younger sister, blinking as if Olivia was supposed to say something. Did she miss the first part of the older blondes statement? Everytime she was around Skye and Becca everyone probably thought they were a girl group. All three blondes had a loud sense of style but while Olivia self-consciously toned it down since being around Massie and Kristen, the two blondes looked like they were going to a VMA after party instead of school. Becca, Olivia's older sisters legs were mostly covered by her Moschino Editorial Printed Neoprene Boots and her Balmain Studded Patent Leather Skirt and took her white button down shirt off after school to reveal her Navy Strappy Velvet Crop Top. Her Rochas Blue Cotton Coat made the look seem tamed in school but now that they were out in Manhattan it just looked high fashion and Olivia was obsessed with her sisters Dolce & Gabbana Embellished Leather Ruffle Satchel. "Harris has been pretty much moping around for a while, Chris invited him to 'Heros vs. Villians' but he didn't come because he didn't want to make you feel weird." Olivia pouted thinking that Harris would've made her entire night better even though they aren't together anymore. She just thought she was holding him back since she was still just a junior in high school.
"He should be having fun, though." Olivia sighed slightly, rubbing her lips together as she thought for a moment. Should she reach out to him?
"He's heartbroken Livvie," Becca Bree pointed out, pleading for her sister to think about the entire breakup. Neither of them really wanted it.
"Well, he did like my instagram picture..."
23 October, 2017
5:15 PM
HURLEY MANSION
Kemp walked around his backyard, holding a blunt in his mouth and a slice of pepperoni pizza in his hands. Morning football practices were a blessing and a curse, since now the guys had their entire evening and nights to do whatever they wanted if there wasn't any games going on. And given the events at Dalton today, they definitely needed a break from the girls. "I don't care man," Kemp spoke, still holding his blunt in his mouth. "Massie is a savage for that. She told Claire to get down on her knees and still didn't forgive her... what happened with them anyway?"
"Usual shit." Derrick blowed out smoke, scratching the back of his ear. Truthfully, he didn't know how to feel about the incident with his girlfriend at their lunch period. Massie did tell him about her 'deal' with Claire if she ever wanted to be friends. She even explained to him that if the time came, Massie wouldn't accept the apology but actually seeing it was entirely different. Claire did mess up, but it was Claire who could be mad at her? Then again, he went on thinking 'Who could be mad at Cam?' for years, and the guys knew an entirely different side of her then the girls did. "When she moved, Claire ditched her for Alicia. They all did after a while but Kristen apologized when she first came back and Claire was still a bitch to her." He started. Even though he had his own opinion on what happened, he hated the distaste on Plovert's face as they talked, so he went on to defend his girlfriend. "She feels like Claire only apologized because of the Cam and Alicia thing..."
"That still wasn't cool." Plovert sat up straight, reaching for the bowl of popcorn Kemp had out for the guys, grabbing a handful and finishing them before rolling his own blunt. Plovert shook his head even thinking about what happened. He knew how catty the girls used to be, but the last time they were all together was when they were preteens and ever since Massie got back everything was all over the place. "Claire's already dealing with enough."
"Well if she had listened to Massie months ago, she wouldn't be 'dealing with' shit." Derrick scoffed.
"Okay so she deserved to be humiliated infront of the school again?" Plovert challenged.
"Ladies!" Kemp coughed out, hitting the table before noticing his families maid walk out to the yard. Marcii, one of the new ones, was about twenty-four and had long reddish-brown hair down to her back. Her skin was porcelain and she had a face full of freckles. The girl was definitely gorgeous which was why Kemp hired her when his parents gave him the task due to them always being away. Ofcourse, Kemp hired a beautiful girl that he could hookup with and upon hire he broke her into his bed and continued to do so for a while even after her tiny obsession with his 'ex' Dylan Marvil reared it's head. To Kemp, Dylan is just a hot girl he went to school with and grew up with but it was sometimes hard to remember that she was actually famous. Years ago, when they were all in the eigth grade, Dylan's mother signed a reality TV show deal and now the 'Marvilous Marvils' have become the East Coasts version of the Kardashians. Kemp had been whisked into the public eye more then once in the many articles speculating about who Dylan was dating. His instagram followers sky rocketed after she posted a few innocent pictures of him and even though they had something going on, they both swore they were only friends. When Marcii was first hired, she showed up wearing Marvil t-shirts and things from Merri-Lee Marvil's 'fitness line'. She asked a billion questions about he and Dylan and stuck around while the red head was around. A while ago, Kemp was almost sure she leaked a story about Dylan's nose job, though he never cared enough about Dylan's reputation to fire her. Now, he's committed to his girlfriend Kristen who has an issue with Marcii's presence and the 'way she looks at him'.
"Kemp," The girls full lips curled into a smile. She was doing the thing where she undressed Kemp with her eyes. Kemp grinned himself, stiffening up for a moment before the sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted his train of thought. Thank god for that. "Your friend Josh is at the door. Should I let him in?" She asked, batting her eyelashes. He could feel his other friends shoot up out of their seats and walk past the girl even though he stayed behind. Marcii watched the other teenage boys run off and cocked her head to the side. "I also got a call from your parents. Your dad said his -"
"His what? His hotel caught fire? His team was abducted by aliens? His ear was chewed off by Mike Tyson? What excuse do they have this time?" Kemp Hurley looked up at the girl who he told his friends was a hot, older babysitter since she fed him, watched over him, made sure he didn't burn down the house and 'got him up', before school.
"His flight was delayed." She responded, biting down on her lip, a gesture he used to enjoy when Dylan Marvil did it while they were together. Kemp's father was actually a political adviser who decided he wanted a piece of the action and was running for Mayor of New York. He was traveling, making connections and building his campaign though he was never around. Neither was his mother, the socialite. "But," Marcii started, "He did say that when he gets back he's gonna catch one of your games and you three can have family time. That's good right?"
"That's just the start of his campaign and our fake perfect family routine. I'm gonna guess it's the end of my fun too, since I'm already a liability to his campaign." Kemp explained, standing so that he could greet Josh like the others had.
"Well, you have a few more days of having this entire house to yourself..." Marcii pointed out, reaching over and caressing Kemp's chiseled jawline and letting her other hand rest on his bicep. "We can have a little fun." She suggested even though Kemp wasn't going to let her sway him.
"That's not a good idea." Kemp said sternly even though it only made Marcii move closer to him and continue rubbing him which made him chuckle. "Most likely I'll call Kris over and she's not one to be messed with."
"I can handle her, after I handle you." The girl licked her lips, moving her hand down to Kemp's waistline before he heard his friends.
"Really?" Plovert scoffed and walked back to the seats. He purposely walked between Kemp and Marcii to take his seat before looking at the girl. "Can we have a conversation without you around?" He asked, gesturing for her to leave before she did.
"What's that about?" Josh spoke up. It felt like forever since they hung out and Kemp was pleasantly surprised that he bothered to show up, honestly he had avoided Josh but he knew he had to say something. He just felt guilty for telling Cam to keep the secret in the first place.
"Plovert doesn't like Marcii, I think she reminds him of Dylan." Kemp answered.
"She could never be Dylan." Plovert pointed out, first and foremost. "She's weird as fuck. First the Dylan stuff, and she's literally always staring at you."
"Most girls like the view." Kemp reminded, before glancing back at Josh. "You uh, want a blunt?" He asked as a peace offering. He wanted to ask if he had seen Cam and Alicia. They had all been friends forever and suddenly he just felt like it wasn't his place to openly ask Josh personal questions.
"Sure," Josh said cooly, leaning back in his seat and sighing only slightly, running his hair through his long dark curls. The entire mood changed. It was suddenly awkward. They didn't know what made Josh show up but everyone wanted the tension to be eased.
"Look man," Kemp finally spoke as he rolled his friend a blunt. Were they still friends? Kemp wasn't sure how much it was that Josh knew about Cam and Alicia at his party but he just wanted to get it off of his chest and be honest for a moment. "I caught them, after the fact when I went into my room the next day. I was the first one that knew and I told him to keep it on the DL." Kemp explained, watching Josh's lifeless expression. "I thought it was a mistake. I didn't want everything to be fucked up with everyone, I didn't know they'd continue fucking around."
"Okay." Josh blinked. "But what about when you did? You thought he deserved to be protected more then I deserved to know?" Joshua asked, looking at Kemp and moving his eyes towards Derrick and Plovert. "Did you guys make fun of me or something? When I was doing all of that stuff for Alicia? When I was defending Cam. Was it just funny to you all?" He asked, waiting on a response even though he didn't know if he could handle it.
"It was sad." Derrick expressed.
"So you all thought I was pathetic?" Josh scoffed, standing up. He really didn't need this.
"No." Derrick answered. He had already expressed to Josh what he thought and how it was for him. Through it all, they never felt sorry for Josh. They felt sorry to him. They all knew that Josh loved Alicia and that he cared deeply for his friends. They all betrayed him.
"It was that we should've had your back instead of trying to help Cam. We just didn't want this. Everything that's happening now." Kemp explained.
"But it all still happened." Josh pointed out. He understood where the guys came from. He didn't know how he would've reacted if they had told him when they found out. Cam was the one that slept with his girlfriend but they were all in the wrong. He couldn't forgive Cam, could he forgive them?
23 October, 2017
5:28 PM
MARVIL ESTATE
Dylan Marvil sang softly along to the tune of 'Diet Mountain Dew' by Lana Del Rey as her makeup was touched up. The song was the theme song to her families reality TV show, 'The Marvelous Marvils' and Dylan was in her families lavish livingroom about to do a promo photoshoot for the shows fourth season. She had only just come from Claire's house before Layne dropped her off and she couldn't focus on the photoshoot long enough. From Massie's stunt to everything that happened with Layne - including their 'accidental' makeout session before she got out of her car. Her lips were still tingling even after the 'BRAVO' teams makeup artist covered her lips with OCC Lip Tar in the shade 'Hush'. After, she coated it with MAC lipglass in the color 'Oyster' that made Dylan think about sending Layne a picture of how kissable her lips looked. She knew she needed to figure things out soon. Her impulses were pushing her to reach out to Layne and continue things but she wasn't sure. Was she even gay? Dylan scanned the room and saw her older sister, Ryan, twirling in the mirror. Ryan was dressed in the most gorgeous Zac Posen gown Dylan had ever seen. It fit her perfectly and Dylan only wished she could pull it off but the color made her look washed out, even in just a lipstick form. She adjusted her chest in her dress and slipped into her olive green, Fenty fur slides as she approached her sister. "Ry, you look pretty."
"I kn- you're wearing that?" Ryan gasped and Dylan looked down at her legs first. The stylist put her in a Saint Laurent S/S 2014 gold runway dress and Dylan did think she looked good at first, now she was thinking it could be way too revealing. Her younger sister Jamie was wearing Naeem Khan's Pink Ombre Silk-Faille Ball Gown. She looked like a princess. Her boyfriend, Nathan and her best friend Ripple staired at her in awe. Her mother was also in a Zac Posen gown. It was yellow and she remembered when Rita Ora wore it years ago. She thought it looked horrible and her mother would make a 'who wore it best' list and she'd win. Dylan almost itched at her 'puddin' choker and suddenly thought the wardrobe was on purpose since she had a reputation thanks to the TV show. She was supposed to look like a slut.
"Should I say something?" Dylan asked for her older sisters advice. They were always at odds. She always came down on Dylan and it got worse since the reality show first aired. Dylan never could put her finger on it.
"I will. You look trashy." She said dryly before looking back in the mirror. Dylan always wished she could be like Ryan. Especially when their father left. Dylan fell apart and Ryan bossed up. She did everything her mother couldn't because of her heartbreak. It was years ago. She barely remembered her father at times but she remembered how her sister handled it. Now after her sisters statement, her hands when from her choker to her clip in extensions that felt like they were poking her brains out.
"I never got to tell you congratulations on Columbia." Dylan tried to smile even though she was now feeling self conscious about everything. Her sister had gotten into all eight Ivy Leagues but ofcourse she chose Columbia last minute since she was 'needed' for the show. "I'm really happy for you." She said and sighed slightly when she heard one of Jamie's friends, the twin, whistle at her and say something along the lines of 'smoking hot' which made her even more insecure.
"Awe Dilly, that's sweet." She said nonchalantly. "I got everyone some Columbia hoodies." Ryan spoke with a valley girl accent. It was the same fake tone that Kylie Jenner and her friends used when Dylan attended the Teen Vogue Hollywood party years ago. It still rang in her head. It was almost as bad as when Massie decided she wasn't good enough. And when Derrick decided she wasn't good enough. And Kemp. "Are you looking for colleges? Now is the time."
"I don't know." Dylan shrugged shyly, tugging at the fabric of her dress to cover her - everything. "I don't know what I wanna do next year."
"Yes you do." Brian, Merri-Lee Marvil's manager and publicist came out of the clear blue.
"I do?" Dylan blinked, peeking over at Ryan who suddenly seemed uninterested. Maybe she always was.
"This time next year, you'll be getting set up for your spin-off."
"My what?"
"Her what?"
"Think about it," Brian urged, glancing at Ryan as if she wasn't important enough to be apart of the conversation. "We're building up you're already star quality these next two years. You graduate at your elite high school and then it's 'Dylan Marvil, takes over New York', or whatever. Or where ever."
"Would my mom be okay with that?" She asked. She had to follow up after her sisters Ivy League takeover, how could she decide not to go to college?
"Okay with it? She's pitching it. There's Kylie Jenner, Brielle Biermann and you. The only difference is people like you. Kylie's show was a bust but you have more personality in your left pinky then that girl. We're going to disguss things more in detail soon so don't get your hopes up just yet even though I know it'll be a hit. Why do you think you're wearing the Saint Laurent. We stole it right from under Bella Hadid's stylist just so you stand out."
"You look two look gorgeous." Merri-Lee's eyes glimmered as she looked from Ryan to Dylan. "Ryan this dress is a masterpeice." She raved and Ryan battered her eyelashes. Merri-Lee held the bottom of her yellow dress in an effort not to get it dirty, and Dylan noticed she was carrying a prop apple and wearing an evil queen tiara. On top of being on the top talk show in America, starting her own fitness line as well as fitness centers on the east coast, Dylan's mother just wrapped her spot on the ninth season of "The Real Housewives of NY" where she was referred to as the 'evil queen', Dylan assumed they would just run with the latest gimmick and she was right. "Dyl, you should definitely wear your hair like this more often. It's fabulous dear."
"Mom," Ryan blurted out. "Is it true that Dylan is getting her own show?"
"Well, it does depend on this next year among other things but it's definitely a possibility. What do you think about that Dylan?" Merri-Lee asked.
"I think that's amazing."
23 October, 2017
7:15 PM
GAGOSIAN GALLERY
Kristen hummed silently as she took her boyfriend Kemp's hand and led him through the Gagosian Gallery of art. It was their 'date night' and after eating at Red Cat, Kristen thought it would be somewhat therapeutic to walk in. To the outside it was just another upscale art gallery in the city, but it was also where Martin Gregory did most of his clients art dealing and the blonde haired girl happened to know that tonight was his newest artist Gaston Ray's first time being being hung in an exhibit.
"Damn K, it's pretty crowded here tonight." The dark haired male smoke into her ear as she tried to brush him off. He had no idea what was actually going on. Kristen and Kemp had swapped 'father' stories their first go around and a few years ago Kemp knew exactly where Kristen and Mr. Gregory stood. However, since getting back together she hadn't mentioned the man aside from briefing him that her mother hated to hear his name. She was dating someone new and was back to square one since Kristen's 'step-father' shared a lot of her actual fathers personality traits although the girl didn't care enough to keep up. She was so proud of her mother, Marsha, for realizing the loser that her husband had become and kicking him out on the streets. It just seemed pointless to invite someone else in who was exactly the same. Kristen pointed it out to her mother and the end result was a horrible fight and Kristen crashing at Dylan's for two weeks. "We should come back another time." Kemp suggested even though Kristen kept walking. Tonight could possibly be Kristen's first time seeing her father since he left the beginning of her eighth grade year. Kemp held Kristen's waist and sighed slightly when she obviously didn't want to leave. He hadn't ever known her to be into art. The last time he heard her mention a gallery was in ninth grade. She was supposed to blow Dempsey off, her then boyfriend, to spend time with Kemp. She ended up having to blow him off as well because it was her fathers weekend with her and he drug her to a gallery opening. She had laughed it off telling Kemp not to be worried since her punishment had been to be bored out of her mind. The male glanced around the building and tried to put two and two together. The deeper into the gallery they got, the less crowded it was. Kemp's hand never left his girlfriends thin waist but his eyes moved from her butt, up to the art since it actually looked interesting. Kristen was distracting herself but Kemp stopped her and looked at a large sculpture of a golden penis. "Are we here because you decided to put my work on display?" Kemp grinned, wiggling his eyebrows in his girlfriends direction and she actually turned around and started laughing.
"Don't fucking flatter yourself." Kristen giggled, and leaned in slightly, kissing Kemp on the lips. She might be on a dummy mission but Kemp being there put her at ease for the moment. Even his dirty jokes. She wrapped her arms around her boyfriend and sighed slightly. Maybe she wouldn't run into Martin tonight. But she was already here. Kristen ran her fingers over Kemp's Bally Velvet Blouson Jacket that hung over her small shoulders and caught a glimpse of his Eklexic Medieval Capital Letter K necklace she had gotten him two years ago for Christmas after they spent their first night together. At the time, Massie's long distance phone calls gave her the gift idea. She knew she loved him and wasn't supposed to, so it was easy enough for them to tell everyone the matching necklaces were a coincidence and not that the one hanging around his neck stood for her name instead of his. After everything that happened, she thought he tossed his out but he wore his to their first official date as a couple and realized she meant just as much to him especially since she was his first as well. A waitress came along with a few glasses of wine and both teenagers grabbed them out of habit.
"To the beautiful blonde, and the golden dick." Kemp grinned, lifting glass towards his girlfriends, holding back a laugh.
"That sounds like your twisted childhood." Kristen giggled and clinked her glass with his before raising it to her lips and taking a sip.
"Kristen." The blonde heard and practically jumped. In a split second, her red wine was all over her Eva Lace Ruffle Bodysuit, though it wasn't as big a deal as it normally would be. Kristen heard her fathers voice and froze, not wanting to turn and face him. She could feel him hovering over her and glaring at her side profile but how did he recognize her? When she was fourteen, she told her mother she'd rather not spend her free time with her father. Marsha went to the courts and Kristen cut off all ties with him, something she always regretted. "Harley..."
"Hurley. Kemp." Kemp answered, standing up straight. He had seen Kristen's father a million times in passing and at her soccer games when they were younger. He had always called Kemp by his last name since it was somehow easier for the older male to remember then his first. The first time Kemp formally met Kristen's father was when the two ditched school tenth grade year to hangout in the city. Kristen was still with Dempsey and it was getting harder to be around her without everyone else knowing. Their phones died and Kemp couldn't contact his family driver so Kristen walked into her fathers old office and surprisingly enough he took them to a movie and out to eat before personally dropping them both off home. He even covered for Kristen telling her strict mother that he picked her up after school and took her to a quick lunch when the school called to tell her mother she hadn't attended assuring Marsha that Kristen was definitely in school the entire day. A few months later Kristen stopped talking to her dad and Kemp didn't understand it. Kemp nudged Kristen and the girl didn't bother to look at her father. Instead, she walked the opposite direction and out of the gallery. Her Garvey lace-up pointed toe thigh boots clicked against the marble floor as she darted to the front entrance of the gallery and Kemp was right behind her. "Kristen, what was that?" As soon as Kristen mentioned 'an art gallery near by', Kemp had been certain it had something to do with her father. He didn't ask questions and he didn't mention it but he knew. The couple had talked about their family issues but Kristen's never compared to Kemp's. Her mother was very strict and sure it was annoying. It cramped Kemp's style a lot when it came to spending time with Kristen but it showed her mother cared. Even when they were younger, her mother did everything she could to make sure Kristen was getting the best education even when it was expensive for the family. And even if her father made mistakes, he had always showed Kristen he loved her, he cared about her and he supported her. Kemp's family didn't care at all. At times, he was convinced that they forgot he existed until they had their monthly drop ins to remind Kemp of how much of their money he spent and how much damages he caused. "You wanted to see him, right?" Kemp pointed out, trying not to look at Kristen's chest now that her thin layer of clothing was soaked.
"Yeah, no." Kristen sighed deeply, glancing at her Gucci ruffled leather gloves, biting her lip. She wasn't sure of she missed her father or if she was just curious. Her mother was always her rock and she spent forever convincing herself that her father was a loser that inconvenienced their lives. If her father hadn't done this then she wouldn't have to deal with that, and she could have this, and do that. She blamed him for her self destructive nature. She wouldn't have settled for a 'Dempsey' so long, and feared being with Kemp because of what her mother dealt with. The Gregory's wouldn't be in debt. For so long, Kristen even considered going by her mothers German last name Schnetzer. "I just - you don't get it."
"I actually don't." Kemp admitted, closing his jacket around his girlfriends small frame. Kristen went through the trouble of finding out where her father would be and changing their restaurant plans along with making sure it was possible to run into him, only to run after being greeted. "He's your dad. What did he do that's so bad that you-"
"Kemp. Please stop." Kristen requested, shaking her head and turning down the street in the direction of Red Cat, the street where Kemp's driver was parked, waiting for them.
23 October, 2017
7:48 PM
LYON'S ESTATE: CLAIRE'S ROOM
Claire hummed along happily as she shimmied around her bedroom with her candle wand. Milo, had agreed to come over to her house for quality time, and she was determined to make everything up to him. She was sure she embarrassed herself, and him after the news of Cam's infidelity was made public. She was a wreck because of what Cam and Alicia did, and it wasn't fair to Milo that she even cared. Milo Dean was everything she thought Cam was and then more. She couldn't believe she almost lost her virginity to Cam. Claire smirked to herself at how clever she was to buy a cinnamon-pumpkin candle on her seasonal Bath & Body works shopping spree with her mother, considering that both cinnamon and pumpkin were on the list of 'most erotic scents'. Judi and Jay were going to be out for a few hours and after much tortuous hinting on her plan, Todd agreed to go over to his girlfriend Jojo's house after school. Now it would be just Claire, Milo in an evening to remember. Claire heard the doorbell and stopped infront of her mirror, adjusting her River Island Navy satin jewel pajama shorts, so that her ivory lace thong was peeking out. Instead of wearing the matching satin top to her shorts, Claire paired them with her fuzzy 'news boy' graphic sweater- nothing underneath, and UGG sparkle cable knit thigh high socks so that her cozy clothing made her less nervous, and so that she didn't look like she was trying too hard. She ran down the staircase and threw her hair in a sloppy bun, only to take it down later in the ultimate sexy move. "Milo," Claire tried to grin seductive. "I'm glad you came," She smiled noticing the roses he was holding. Milo was still in the Maison Kitsunรฉ brown faux shearling aviator jacket, olive t-shirt, and jeans he wore to school. She noticed early on that Milo always wore designer clothing in the most casual of ways. Something Massie said was a key 'HART' quality and something Alicia pointed out when Claire first showed interest in Milo. Even his plain white sneakers were Fendi. "These are for you." Milo held out the pink roses and Claire nodded.
"Thank you, they're beautiful." Claire mumbled, moving closer to him and kissing his lips gently.
"You're beautiful." Milo smiled before letting out a laugh. Was he nervous too? "That was super cheesy."
"I like cheesy." Claire assured him since it was true. Claire took his hand and walked slowly up to her bedroom hoping her thong was giving the illusion that she wanted to. That Claire was sexy. She took him up to her room and gently placed the roses on her night stand, hoping they'd last until the couple was 'finished'. As they entered the bedroom, Claire was greeted by the candle scent and she looked towards Milo to see if he was feeling erotic now that he entered the room. "I missed you." Claire said smoothly, gesturing for Milo to take a seat. She stood over him and grinned, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I'm happy you came over."
"I am too." Milo smiled, looking up at Claire. He jolted slightly when Claire moved his hands around his waits, but his face still held a smile, which instructed Claire to move closer to him. "I was wondering if you were okay with everything?"
"Okay with what?"
"That whole 'Massie' thing. It was way out of line for her to do that to you, in front of everyone." Milo bit his lip and Claire tensed up. She felt his arms tighten only slightly, to where he was sitting her on his lap. "Why'd you go that far for her anyway? I get that you aren't close to Alicia anymore and I know you told me you and Massie were close-"
"Massie and I weren't 'close'. She was my best friend." Claire felt the need to correct.
"Well her stunt wasn't really friendly." Milo pointed out and he was right. Keeping up with Massie and Alicia had probably ruined her teenage life. Everything with them had a catch attached to it. She had no idea why she thought Massie would let her off the hook for everything so easily. "You already have Dylan and Layne. And me, you don't need Massie to be your friend again."
"Can we not talk about it?" Claire requested, pouting slightly and blinking, looking at her boyfriend and hoping the evening wasn't ruined. "I ordered us some food." She followed up quickly.
"Cool. Wanna pick a movie while we wait?" Caire thought against it, since she wanted to get straight to the point of her boyfriends arrival - and get out of the thong she was wearing.
"Mmhm." Claire agreed, even though her body language told a different story. Since she was already on his lap, nibbling at his ear, and moving down to the nape of his neck was seamless. All Claire wanted was for this moment to be effortless. And to get it over with. Milo, like any guy, leaned into the kisses and laid-back on the bed, allowing Claire to straddle him as she continued kissing him roughly. Claire slid her hands down to the zipper of Milo's Givenchy jeans, unfastening the button and slipping her hand down to his underwear, feeling a sharp pinch on her thumb winching slightly and trying to figure out what happened after she had his jeans undone before she noticed the blood on her thumb and paused. Milo realized Claire stopped and sat up, raising his eyebrow.
"Are you okay? You know we don't have to do anything you don't want to, right?"
"I'm fine, shut up." Claire giggled slightly and tried wiping her thumb off on her shorts. "Now, where were we?" She asked, leaning in to kiss him, though now he didn't seem as into it as he once was. "Milo?"
"Is this about Cam?" The dark haired male rose his eyebrow and adjusted his shirt that had been pushed up above his abs. His perfect abs.
"Everything I do isn't about Cam." Claire scoffed. Now she wasn't in the mood. How did everything just go so wrong so fast?
"But this feels like it is." Milo admitted, sitting up and fixing his underwear's waistband before zipping his pants. "I am not Cam. And I'm not going to do what he did. I don't expect anything from you Claire. I just want to spend time with you doing whatever." Claire sat next to Milo and nodded along even though she was determined to get them back on the right track.
"We are doing whatever." Claire stated, pulling Milo in closer to her body and resting her legs on his as she tried to kiss him again.
"Are you even listening to me?"
"What? Are you a virgin or something?" Claire asked. This wasn't like her, but it wasn't like any guy to turn down sex from a girl he was sexually attracted to. "Do you think I'm pretty?"
"What?" Milo rose his eyebrow mostly at Claire's tone. "First of all, I'm not." Milo said simply. "And ofcourse I think you're pretty. You're beautiful Claire, I've always thought that."
"Well, beautiful isn't enough. Beautiful alone gets you cheated on." Claire said with a straight face before standing straight and facing Milo. If he didn't want her taking his clothes off, she'd take hers off. "I wanna be sexy." Claire proclaimed, sliding out of her silk shorts and revealing the entirety of her thong.
"I do think you're sexy Claire." Milo answered, gulping when Claire started to undress. "You don't have to do this though."
"But, you don't want to have sex with me?" Claire pointed out. "Who's the last girl you had sex with?" Claire challenged, as if she didn't believe him. If Milo were also a virgin, it would make her feel better. For a while, she didn't even consider that he had been with other girls, but every guy in their grade had been - including her ex-boyfriend Cam.
"My ex-girlfriend."
"When?"
"A little while before you and I started talking. A few months before."
"Why'd you break up?" Claire asked, crossing her arms.
"Doesn't matter. Just differences."
"Do I know her?"
"She goes to Dalton ... I've never seen you two hangout." He admitted.
"What's her name?" Claire asked.
"Kori Gedman." Milo answered and Claire felt at ease. She wasn't the most secure girl, especially not lately, but she knew that she was prettier and sexier then Kori Gedman. Everyone in school deamed her the K-Mart version or Kristen Chanel since they were all younger way before Milo moved to town. It was true though on paper Kori seamed just like Kristen. They were both tall, slender, blonde and athletic. They even had the same initials and both wore them on the front of their official soccer uniforms. Claire knew that Kori did it first, but Kristen one-uped her by using swavarski bedazzled lettering and being the more popular one which earned Kori 'single white female' jokes their entire tenth grade year. Kristen just had more of an it factor and she looked more sultry then Kori. Claire had softer, prettier and more feminine features then Kori and she remembered Cam saying she had a better ass then Kori.
"Oh, I've seen her around before." Claire shrugged, lifting her sweater and teasing her under boob.
"Maybe I should go." Milo stood up and grabbed his jacket, slipping into his Fendi sneakers - not even bothering to tie them.
"Milo! No!" Claire pleaded, grabbing his arm. "I just wanted to make it up to you!"
"Make what up to me?" He asked. His blue eyes were now looking directly into hers and for a moment she couldn't speak. She was so mezmerized. But then he said, "You know what I think?"
"Wha?" Claire asked, caught off guard.
"This entire time, I've just been a rebound from Cam. Someone you knew he'd have to see every day. And now you're still trying to make him jealous by being with me."
"No. Milo, that's not true."
"You wanna loose your virginity and then what? Because you don't really seem interested in me. I'm just some trophy so that you didn't look bad after he broke up with you. Because all you really care about is popularity." Milo ranted.
"I don't just -"
"Claire. Please let me finish." Milo ran his fingers through his hair. "You just want to be in an it couple like you were with Cam. You probably don't even miss him. You just liked being a popular girl with a popular boyfriend like your friends. That's why you want to be friends with Massie. Because you want to stay relevant but she saw through you." Milo paused, slipping into his jacket. "God Claire. I really thought all this time that you were different then the rest of them."
23 October, 2017
8:55 PM
MARVIL ESTATE
๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฝ ๐ถ๐ธ๐พ๐ท๐ฝ๐ช๐ฒ๐ท ๐ญ๐ฎ๐, ๐ซ๐ช๐ซ๐,
๐๐ฎ๐ ๐จ๐ธ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ฒ๐ฝ๐
๐๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป ๐๐ช๐ผ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ช ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ป๐ต ๐ผ๐ธ ๐น๐ป๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐
๐๐ธ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ด ๐๐ฎ'๐ต๐ต ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ฒ๐ท ๐ต๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป?
๐๐ธ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ด ๐๐ฎ'๐ต๐ต ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ฒ๐ท ๐ต๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ?
Dylan Marvil had a lot on her mind. Her pending sexuality. Her pending future. Her pending iPhone update for Christ sake. The red haired girl pushed her long, wavy hair out of her face and sighed for a moment to gather her thoughts. She decided to keep the clip on extensions, and even took a few seductive pictures where the extensions covered her breasts. A pose that made her feel more like Kim Kardashian then the mention of her own TV show. In a split second, she almost sent them to Layne for an opinion before accidentally hitting the approval for the latest softwear update. Another life saved by the ghost of Steve Jobs. Dylan grabbed her laptop and typed away, taking the shortcut to Facebook and her previous IMs, landing on "Chris Plovert' and sending a message.
Dylan Big'Red Marvil via Facebook Messenger
You up?
Christopher Plovert via Facebook Messenger
Writing college essays. Pulling an all nighter
What happened to your phone?
Dylan Big'Red Marvil via Facebook Messenger
IOS Update. Can you come over? Rlly need to talk. ๐
Christopher Plovert via Facebook Messenger
Are you okay? Be there in 10.
Dylan let out a deep breath of relief when Plovert said he'd come over. Her head felt like it would explode and she needed a friend to keep her sane. Plovert was the only person that could do that for her and she knew he wouldn't judge her. He'd never judge her. She adjusted her oversized 'Dalton' hoodie as she waited on Plovert. She had gotten two sizes too big as a way to trick herself to think she was getting skinnier. She only ever wore the hoodie when she was feeling low about herself so swimming in fleece and cotton did boost her confidence. The girl walked down the staircase and to the kitchen, another pro about her hoodie was that she could stuff her face without feeling badly. She went to the freezer and pulled out her Turkey Hill 'Black Cherry' Premium ice cream, and the tray of chocolate chip cookies served during the family photoshoot that no one dared to touch. Dylan used one of her cookies to scoop the ice cream and for a brief moment, in her refrigerator lit kitchen she felt like nothing else mattered. Dylan sighed happily and went to the front door, smiling when she saw Plovert. "We can go out side if you wanna smoke." She suggested.
"I don't." Plovert waved his hands, watching the female. There was sweet food and her Dalton hoodie. What was bothering her? "If you want to, I'll sit with you. You never answered me when I asked if you were alright." He pointed out, following her to the backyard patio and taking her lead in sitting at the chairs. Chris sat back on the navy and white pinstripped chair and looked out at the Marvil's covered pool as a way to distract himself from what she might say. Ever since their friendship - and his crush bloomed, he was always worried about Dylan. He'd seen her in a few dark spots in her life and she had been drinking excessively and acting out from what he could tell.
"I've had a lot on my mind." She admitted. "I wanted to talk." She said sadly. "Well, my mom wants me to do my own show, after senior year."
"That's great. Right?"
"I don't know." Dylan admitted. "I mean, it's not like I can do anything else." She sighed. She didn't have any special talents or passions that drove her. All of her friends, and ex-friends, seemed to have a grip on what they wanted to do. They were all working towards it while she knew her only way into college would be her social status so she might as well just go along with that.
"Dylan." Plovert sighed. "You're smart and amazing. You can do whatever you want to do." He rubbed his eyes under his glasses tiredly. "Don't do that to yourself."
"There's more."
"Okay?"
"I think, I'm really into someone." She rubbed her lips together. She wanted to talk about Layne. She wanted to figure things out and get on the same page as Layne. She just didn't know where to start. "It's Layne."
"What?" Plovert shot up. Some small part of him thought she would say she wanted to be with him. But why would she? In a second, everything Kemp said was in his head. "What?"
"You know what happened with us..." Dylan tried to smile, referring to the night of Chris Abeley's last party, when Dylan and Layne hooked up. "I've been seeing her since and I think I like her."
"What?" Was all Plovert could say. "So ... you're gay now?"
"Don't say it like that!" Dylan turned to face him. Admitting her feelings to someone was hard enough which is why she wanted to 'come out' to Chris first. She thought she could trust him.
"Dylan... why am I here?" He scoffed. "I could be home working on my essay."
"You didn't have to come." Dylan said dryly.
"You knew I would though!" Chris snapped. "You like Layne? Go be with her then. Nothing's stopped you before."
"What does that mean?" She knew it. All of this time Plovert had been there for her. Her shoulder to cry on. Her ear to vent to. He thought what everyone else did. That she was a huge, attention seeking slut. He didn't see more to her like he claimed.
"It means I'm tired." Plovert admitted.
"Tired of what? Me? I'm sorry that I'm being an inconvenience to you." Dylan said sadly. "I knew eventually you'd get tired of me."
"I'm tired of chasing you Dylan!" How dare she. How fucking dare she spin this on him and make him the bad guy. He loved her and she knew it. "You know how I feel about you and you use it to your advantage."
"Chris, I've always said we were just friends."
"Really? Wow I must've missed that all those nights together. Making out. Talking about everything you couldn't talk about with everyone else. Or was that a game to get me where you wanted me?"
"Where I wanted you?" Dylan waited on a response. "Everything I said to you was true. And I told you it all in confidence because we're friends."
"I would never tell anyone the things you told me. I wouldn't backstab you but I also can't be friends with someone like you. Everyone knows how I feel about you."
"So, you were nice? Does that mean I owe you something because I've tri-"
"Don't say anything. Stop talking because if you say that you fucking tried to have sex as payment for my friendship then - I don't even know what I'll say to that. But just know that I never wanted sex with you. I only wanted to make you happy. I just wanted you to be happy with me."
23 October, 2017
10:00 PM
BLOCK ESTATE: MASSIE'S BEDROOM
"Dah-lings." Massie sang, swaying around her crisp white bedroom. Her mother tried her hardest to discipline Massie. She suggested grounding her, but they both knew that it would only make their rough patch even worse. Kendra knew deep down she wanted things to be how they were in London and honestly, Massie did too. She missed having her mother as a best friend but she knew that things wouldn't be the same. Kendra made it clear that she didn't approve of Derrick and that was honestly a deal breaker. She couldn't talk to Kendra. Massie took a seat on her bed, and grabbed her 'Baby Girl' weed grinder and her purple lipstick pipe, preparing it to smoke. "Next fashion week is officially secured." Massie bat her eyelashes, looking at her two best friends Kristen and Olivia.
"Mass, you sure you can do that in the house?" Kristen asked, watching the pipe as if it were the sorcerers stone.
"Kristen, that's not the point right now." Massie scoffed and sat up, crossing her legs.
"Well what are we doing for fashion week." Olivia asked calmly, even though she was looking at Massie the same way. The only person they feared more then their own mother was probably hers.
"Kendra isn't here okay. She's having tea with some high society." Massie rolled her eyes and lit the pipe, taking a smoke and blowing out before continuing to talk. "I got invited as a blogger to some shows. I don't know which one it is yet, but still. I'll probably try and snag us some front row tickets."
"You know who will probably have some. Dylan." Kristen said calmly as she took the pipe from Massie and started to inhale.
"So?" Olivia blinked. "We wouldn't go with her? Right?"
"Hell no." Massie scoffed. "We aren't that desperate. Damn Kristen."
"I'm not saying we hang out with her. But, we can let her in for a week and ditch her sloppy ass once we're in the door." Kristen suggested.
"Ah." Massie nodded slowly and rubbed her lips together, tossing her chestnut hair over her shoulder. "If it comes down to it we can. But it's gotta be annoying to deal with those fucking cameras around all of the time."
"I know she hates it." Kristen said in a more sympathetic tone then usual when she talked about Dylan. "But if it comes down to it, we can sneak in as models. I'm sure everyone would buy it." Kristen held her head high and bat her eyelashes.
State of the Union
Pleasing | Pleading
Society | Committee
Runway | Front Row
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