{The italicized portion is what happened at Alicia's wedding.}

The bright sun shone through Massie's bedroom windows, making her squint and rub her eyes before putting her pillow back over her head. Too early, she thought to herself as she tried to fall back asleep.

She was thisclose to falling asleep when Bean, her beloved pug from her childhood, began barking at her to pick her up and put her on the bed. Her legs weren't what they used to be, Massie frowned at the thought before scooping her pup up and placing her on the other side of the bed where Tristan had slept.

He mentioned getting an early start in the office before jumping out of bed at a prompt seven in the morning. Massie, on the other hand, believed he as doing things in his office with her father that they were keeping from her. 'Pretty girls don't sign business deals,' her mother's voice rang through her mind, reminding her of her status in her father's company.

Now away, the brunette sat up and rolled her eyes at her mother's condescending tone. Kendra got off on the fact that Charles didn't want Massie involved with much inside the company.

It irked Massie to no end, having never grown up being told no before, it somehow stung more now that she was an adult.

Sighing, Massie climbed out of bed while her dog slept peacefully and began to snore, a habit she never outgrew from her puppy-hood.

It was tuesday, which meant Massie's plans for the day consisted of taking a visit to Briarwood Octavian Country Day school. Please, gag her with the silver spoon she grew up with in her mouth.

She stretched out her limbs, feeling better with the fact that she had ⅖ of her list done. There weren't many people on there, just the pretty committee girls and Derrick.

Massie stepped into the shower, wondering if Derrick would be the easiest, or the hardest target to nail.

No no, that'll be Claire. She made it clear at Alicia's wedding that she resented the girls, and would never forgive them.

"Alicia's been my friend for years!" The blonde giggled into the microphone, winking at the girls sitting together at their bridesmaid's table. "Where to start, where to start?" Claire asked the audience, clicking her tongue before diving in. "Alicia spilled red paint on my jeans the first day I started high school here in Westchester, making everyone call me 'period girl' for a solid two months before the girls accepted me into their clique, out of pity, of course."

Massie's eyes widened, and flickered from the other girls to Alicia to see how she was reacting. The TV journalist's facial features remained stagnant.

"She was always a bitch, so I feel a little bad that Josh has to put up with her for the rest of his life. At least he knows her true colors, considering he forced himself upon me in high school, making my then-boyfriend think I cheated on him while Alicia spread rumors all over our combined schools that I was a slut."

"And then, she had me exiled out of our friend group because of it. Like it was my fault, am I right guys?!" She asked the crowd, who responded in silence and awkward chair-moving.

"Who would've thought the gossip and the man whore would've ended up together?"

With that, Dylan stood up. Massie and Kristin begged her to sit back down, but she shook off their arms and stormed off to the stage where Claire was holding the microphone, repeatedly bashing Alicia on every aspect. The redhead stormed up to the stage, while security had the same idea. They plucked Claire off the stage right away, as Dylan took the microphone and continued onto the platform.

Massie got out of her seat at the bridal table, and ran to the couple's table where Josh was on the phone with his head of security and Alicia was sitting with her head in her hands. Massie brought Alicia to the bathroom, while Dylan attempted to give a real speech to the crowd.

Massie and Alicia spent a good hour in the bathroom, Alicia crying while Massie held her, calmed her down and relied on the God's above to make the rest of this wedding go smoothly while they also smited Claire for her irrational behavior.

Massie didn't understand why Dylan thought Alicia would be mad at her, when all of her anger should be on Claire after her actions at Alicia's wedding.

The blonde, who betrayed all the girls' trust that day, was now standing in the front of BOCD with a walkie talkie, examining as Massie came up the marble steps to the entrance of the school. Massie had parked her car in the front spot that was marked 'reserved'.

"Ahhhh, just the head mistress I was looking for," Massie greeted sickly sweet, reaching out to hug the small blonde. Claire, knowing better than to start a scene, reciprocated after a moment of stalling.

"Shall we continue this in my office?" Claire spoke in her most principal-like tone.

Massie actually laughed at that one. "Oh, kuh-laire. Sure, we can. I assume you don't want these students and parents overhearing about your massive bullying stunt at your friends wedding, what with your entire platform founded on how bullying isn't right."

With that, the pale girl blanched before turning around and walking inside the school. There was silence until they reached her office. Massie sniffed before taking a seat on the stained cloth chairs she had opposite her desk chair. She momentarily wondered if she should've cloroxed the chair, considering all the hooligans Claire probably sits down here in this chair each day. Massie made a mental note to dry clean her jeans once this meeting was over.

It was ironic that Claire sat in the big chair in the office, because it was clear Massie was leading this meeting.

Tossing her chestnut curls over her shoulder, Massie leveled a glare at her ex-friend.

"I am so disappointed in you, Claire."

The blonde opened her mouth to retort, but Massie simply lifted her palm in the manner of telling her to not bother.

"I am not here to listen to your side of things. Frankly, I don't care. I think it was awful of you to pull that stunt. It was more than inappropriate, the poor girl cried all night on her wedding day, Claire. I hope you know when you get married, she'll be doing that right back to you because you deserve it."

With that statement, the alpha stood and continued to hold the blonde's eye contact. "You deserve everything that will come to you as a result. You want to sit and preach about how you were bullied? All the shit you spoke about in your speech? Well, humor me, tell me how you felt after pulling that stunt on Alicia."

"Horrible. Dirty. Evil." The blonde spoke through gritted teeth. Did Massie come just to shit on her? She hadn't been in the hot seat with Massie in such a long time. Massie didn't get to confront her about the wedding ever since, so Claire knew at some point this would happen, but she didn't expect it on a random tuesday.

The brunette raised an eyebrow. "How did that look after you won the headmistress seat based off of an anti-bullying policy?"

Claire didn't reply. She merely began playing with a few stray strings on her black blazer.

Massie sighed. "I didn't come here to tear into you, I just couldn't help it this time."

Claire made a noise, nodding her head like she understood. Like this happens all the time. Like they're friendly.

Massie, for once in her life, wasn't really sure how to respond to this. She wasn't supposed to be so….calm.

"I know. I know. I just … you girls made my life a living hell for most of the time I was here. I remember how depressed I became, how evil I became to get back at you girls. I couldn't believe I did that, and then, three years after, I did the same thing. On stage. At my friend's wedding. I was mortified, I still am. There's a reason why I don't go to any of those charity balls, auctions, functions. Everyone sees that night, not me. That wasn't me, it was what you guys pushed me to do." The voice Claire spoke with was dripping with venom, but it wasn't directed at Massie. It was directed at herself.

The brunette rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest before refolding them into her lap. "Prey tell, Claire." She did not have time for this pity party.

"I was a nice girl in Florida. I helped people with their books, finding their classes. I volunteered at the soup kitchen, tutored kids after school."

Massie made a gagging noise, which made Claire giggle before remembering her point.

"I wasn't this Claire. You guys brought it out of me," she cried.

"No, kuh-laire. Westchester brought it out of you."

The silence the room fell into was deafening. The bell rang outside the door throughout the halls, as they heard girl's heels and boys sneakers moving to get to their classes before they're marked as tardy.

"How long did you plan that for?"

"Two weeks beforehand."

"Did you plan on embarrassing Alicia the entire time?"

"No, but I found my diary one day from high school. I went through the entries and it sunk in how fucking depressed I was. I just wanted to get even with someone for once."

"And how did that work out?"

"Horribly. Did you just come here to remind me?"

At that, Massie sighed. She knew this wasn't going to be easy. She also knew she really didn't want to be doing this, not at this hour on a tuesday when she could be either asleep or getting a pitaya bowl. Her stomach threatened to growl at the thought.

"No, I wish it was that easy. My parents are throwing a party saturday night, congratulating Tristan and I. All my bridal party is supposed to be there, including you. I need to know you'll be on your best behavior." Massie spoke with her authoritative tone, making it clear it wasn't a choice to Claire, who gulped and nodded in response.

"And Claire?" Massie asked, standing and brushing off her jeans.

"Yeah?" The girl asked, looking up at Massie, as per usual.

"Try that shit at my wedding, and you won't be in Westchester anymore. Alicia might not have chased you out, but I sure as hell will."

With that, Massie left the office, letting the door hang open as her friend's mouth did the same.

Sighing, Massie left her old stomping grounds and climbed into her car. As she pulled out of the parking lot, she speed dialed Tristan.

"Hey baby, everything okay?" The male's deep voice came through her audi's stereo system.

"Ugh, I spoke to Claire. I don't even really want her back in the group, to be honest. What she did was dirty and deceitful."

"Agreed."

"So, I scared her into behaving, we won't have a problem with her."

"Good."

"I just wish it didn't have to be like this, you know? I wish I didn't have to, but with her, you can't take a chance."

"Yeah."

"Plus, she tried to blame all her issues on me! She was like, 'you made me this way!' The fuck I think not."

"That's crazy, babe."

"Yeah."

Massie bit her tongue. She hated how monotonous their conversations were, mainly because he settled with five words or less per response. She loved him, but sometimes, he just didn't have a personality.

" So….what are you up to?" Massie probed him with a question, trying to

get him to speak up, even a little bit.

"Paperwork, meetings, the usual." Tristan shrugged into the phone.

God, he was not a phone person in the slightest. Massie considered this a win, compared to last week's phone conversations.

"Alright, babe. I'm gonna go home, then maybe go shopping or something. I need to release some of this stress somehow!" she cried.

She heard a deep chuckle on the other line. "Say hello to Prada for me!"

"And Louis?" She asked innocently, smirking out of happiness at his humor.

"And Louis. And Stella." He said, before blowing her a kiss over the phone and hanging up.