A/N: Okay all... Here's the second chapter. And just thought we'd warn you... the characters that we haven't created are going to be a little OOC. Basically because we tend to write better when we create the characters. Also, for those who have been wondering, OCDH's exclusive clique won't be introduced until Chapter 4+...
Okay, so.. big thanks to Fanatic Hale, she wrote most of this chappie! YAY HALE! lol yah, this was more of a plot-building chapter, and I suck at those, so.. YAY HALE!
Disclaimer: WE... OWN... NOTHING! ...Please don't sue me... O.O ...You won't get much money anyway... '(
And without further adu, I give you Chapter 2! ...hah... that rhymes... sorry... sugar rush...
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Chapter 2:
"Ehmagawd!"
Massie sighed as she stepped into the airport. "Ex-cuse you!" she hissed as someone bumped into her. She rolled her eyes and followed her parents to the baggage claim. She lifted her pink, designer suitcases out of the luggage rack, handing them to Isaac.
"Is that all?" he asked her, his eyes wandering over the rotating baggage.
"Yea, I think so," Massie replied with a flick of her wrist. Her eyes were on a group of cute, what appeared to be foreign, boys.
"Massie..." Isaac paused, waiting for her to notice him.
Massie coated her lips with cola-flavored Glossip Girl, oblivious to Isaac trying to get her attention.
"Massie... Massie!" he nearly yelled.
Massie let out an exasperated breath and spun around to face him, crossing her arms over her chest. "What?" she said in an annoyed tone.
"Let's go. Your parents want to get home," he stated calmly, not affected by her tone.
She nodded sharply and brushed past him toward the exit, not even bothering to help him with the bags.
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"Bean!" Massie said as she ran into the front door of her house, "Mommy's home, Bean!" She quickly slid off the Plushie flip-flops she had been wearing for the flight and ran up the stair, the bottom of her sand-blasted Sevens (that would -have- to be put on her State of the Union blog, of course after about a week of her wearing them) dragging and slsowing her down. She ran to the iPad and grabbed the small black pug. "BEAN!" she said again and planted a few kisses on the puppy's head. She turned again, this time facing her desk, only to see none other than Claire nervously running a hand through her hair. "Kuh-laire!" she squealed, "Heeey!"
Claire stood up and almost ran to give Massie a hug, "Ehmagawd! Thank -gawd- your back..."
Massie giggled openly at Claire's tone and then replied, "Wh? What's the matter!" she looked at her, a sense of seriousness in her voice.
"Oh, nothing..." she said as she reached behind her and grabbed two large manilla envelopes and held them up. One said 'Miss Massie Block' and the other said 'Miss Claire Lyons', "...just our schedules, handbooks, that kind of stuff." A grin crossed her acne-free face as she handed Massie her envelope.
"EhmaGAWD!" Massie said as she ripped open the thick envelope with a perfectly manicured finger. She dropped a large piece of the envelope on the floor and Bean ran over to it, but Massie was too excited to even scold her.
Claire laughed and held up three pieces of paper with the same OCDH crest printed at the top. "Cummon, Mass...I managed to get copies of Kristen, Dylan, and Alicia's schedules!" She smiled and sat back down at the desk, where four instant messages were on the screen. She pointed to the screen and said again to Massie, "I hope it was OK that I sighhhned in on here...as me, I mean..."
"Ah-viously!" she replied as she walked to the computer and glanced at the screen. She stifled a laugh as she remembered that they had a big shopping trip planned for tomorrow.
sexysportsbabe: is massie back yet?
clairebear: she just came in... will 5-way in 15.
bigredhead: is Massie back yet?
clairebear: she just came in... will 5-way in 15.
holagirl: is the queen-bee back yet?
clairebear: she just came in... will 5-way in 15.
shortz4lfe: block back yet?
clairebear: uh huh... she'll call you 2nite
Massie turned and walked back to the middle of the room, where she squealed again and tore the other schedules out of Claire's hand. She spread out the four papers on the desk in front of her and grabbed Claire's from the envelope on her bed. Her brown eyes skimmed the lists at a lightning fast rate, and she bit her lip at the site of having a class alone.
She pursed her lips and checked again. Fashion Design... hadn't they decided to all take that their Freshman year? Again and again she scanned the papers. How could this happen?
"This can't be right..." she managed to mutter in pure confusion as she looked over the papers again and again, "This is a joke, right? You guys made these in Photoshop and just wanted me to think that I actually had to have a class alone... Funny guys, but reeeally ah-bvious!
"What do you mean?" Claire raised a blonde eyebrow in Massie's direction, completely oblivious to what her friend was accusing her of.
Massie bit down gently on her lip, realizing that Claire really had no idea what was going on. "Nothing," she sighed and folded her schedule, tucking it into her jeans pocket. 'I'll just have to complain to the counselor,' she told herself, hoping against hope that there would be room for her in chorus or at least gym.
Massie shook her head again, re-assuring Claire that there was nothing wrong. She pulled her Razr phone out of her Pucci bag and flipped it open. "Let's go ahead and start that 5-way."
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A/N : So, hope you like, considering it took me and Hale like two weeks to finish that chapter.. okay, so it took just Hale two weeks to finish that chapter... lmao.. but anyway, just to clear things up, I wrote the very beginning.. at the airport, and Hale wrote just about all the rest.. as I said.. I suck at plot-building chapters.. but, I'll have you know, I'm writing all of the third chapter.. fourth?.. we'll see about that one.
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--Wicked Rae
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--Fanatic Hale
