Hello everybody.
I should be updating Wildfire.
And You Know You Love Me.
But I'm not.
Why, am I so cruel you ask?
Because the idea for chapter one just would NOT stop bouncing around in my head.
Seriously.
Urgh.
So here we are. GO LISTEN TO "COUNTING STARS" BY ONEREPUBLIC IT IS SO FREAKING AMAZING OMFG OMFG OMFG. Title is from that song too. :) Freak alert.
Enjoy. And vote on le poll. And the Italicized stuff are thoughts.
I write weird A/Ns.
Did you notice that?
Love,
Anastasia
.:Lately I've Been Losing Sleep:.
Massie awoke gracefully like a fairytale princess out of those Disney movies to the sound of sweet birdsong and beautiful rays of sunshine streaming through her windows. Ha. Fat chance. You wanna know what Massie really woke up to? This:
"MASSIE ELIZABETH BLOCK! ARE YOU AWAKE YET?!" Kendra shouted into the intercom, which coincidentally, was on Massie's nightstand, right next to her fucking ear. Thanks for the lovely wake-up call, Mom. You really do need to speak up, Massie thought sarcastically as she bolted up in bed, knocking over her iHome- which was holding her phone; off of the nightstand. Uh...oops.
"MASSIE!"
"GEEZ, MOM! I'M UP! HAPPY?! I'M FREAKING UP ALREADY, SO CAN YOU DO ME A FAVOR AND SHUT UP?!" Massie screamed back, clearly pissed because of the combination of her mother's insensitivity to other people's slumber and her signature clumsiness.
"Massie, you don't have to shout," Kendra stated calmly. Massie rolled her eyes and ripped the intercom plug out of the outlet. That took care of it. Massie jumped out of bed, or more accurately; tried to jump out of bed while entangled in her sheets and tumbled to the floor. Massie picked herself up and groaned. This day sucks already, she thought as she padded to her enormous walk-in closet that really had no purpose for being so large when all she had was sweatshirts, jeans, sneakers, boots, and shirts. Massie looked around her newly-assembled closet, trying to find something presentable for her first day at her new ultra-exclusive (read: snobby brat-filled) school. Let's see. It's either a sweatshirt, a sweatshirt, or a sweatshirt. Gee, I wonder what I'll choose. This is way too difficult.
She stumbled into a pair of dark wash skinny jeans from who-knows-where and threw on a blue and yellow UCSD tee underneath a navy and yellow UCLA sweatshirt while shoving her feet into a pair of pale orange Converse high-tops. Gotta remember my Cali roots. Massie cast a quick glance at the pointlessly useless full-length mirror hanging behind the door and shrugged. Eh. Good enough. She hurried to her bathroom, brushed her teeth and washed her face, and then examined herself intently in the magnifying mirror. Skin is clear, that's good. No acne breakouts so far, which is surprising. Teeth are fine, as usual. Lips...are a bit chapped. Note to self: use lip balm. Eyes...nothing out of the ordinary. Hair is natural, in that stupid weird wavy-half curled state. Massie coated her long lashes with a layer of Covergirl's Clump Crusher by Lashblast, one of her favorite mascaras. Massie hated wearing waterproof mascara, mainly because she was too lazy to take it off with fancy formulas and shit.
She didn't usually use makeup at all, but she wanted to look at least a halfway-decent; being the new girl that everyone will no doubt stare at and all. Massie bent down to scoop up her phone and throw it- literally, into her open backpack, silently cheering when it actually landed in the bag, unlike that time it knocked over a lamp. Massie slung her robin's egg blue Jansport over her shoulder and quickly ran a brush through her thick waves before tripping down the stairs.
"Morning, Mom," she greeted, sitting down at the cherry wood dining table and shoveling her breakfast into her mouth. Kendra rolled her eyes playfully and hugged her daughter. Within, two whole minutes- thanks to her lack of ladylike manners; Massie had devoured her omelet, orange juice, and toasted English muffin.
"Bye, Mom. Love you," Massie called as she slipped through the doors, tripped on the flat ground, and crash-landed in the front seat of the limo.
"Thanks Isaac," Massie panted, grateful that her driver had opened the car door before she crashed, unlike last time. Isaac merely chuckled, shook his head, and stepped on the ignition in the direction of Briarwood-Octavian Country Day.
Massie's chapped mouth fell open when the school came into view. Holy shit- that's a school?! It looks like fucking Hogwarts! It was magnificent, really; with its elegant gray stone towers and buildings, French windows and doors, and lush green ivy crawling up the walls. Enormous trees were scattered randomly on the front lawn, their foliage creating an umbrella across the lawn. Massie hasn't even heard of, let alone saw, a school with a flipping front lawn. Then, she noticed the students. The girls were dressed in head to toe designer, and they all carried initial-stamped leather handbags and wore twenty-foot high heels. Holy fucking shit, I thought I was already super short at 5'2", but now...I'm even shorter. The guys all looked like Leo DiCaprio before he got doughy, laughing together in specific groups. When Isaac opened the limo door, Massie was literally hit by a cloud of perfume, air pollution, and Axe. It was so strong that she reeled back and hit her head on a seatbelt thingymajig. Massie winced and cautiously stepped out of the car, trying not to trip in front of these classy, glamorous people. Ha, no such luck. As soon as her Converse touched the pavement, her other shoe lace got caught in the door. Massie huffed in annoyance and pulled herself free with a powerful jerk. Yes, her tug loosened her shoe, but jerking about while standing on one foot is a surefire way to fall, especially if you were a brunette named Massie Elizabeth Block.
Massie's momentum carried her forward, hurtling her towards the cold, hard ground. She braced herself for the pain that was sure to come and...wait. Where was the pain? She gingerly lifted one eyelid, and saw that she was suspended in the air with her face an inch away from the ground. She looked behind her, and saw the most amazingly soft brown eyes she had ever seen in her entire life, puppies included. It was a guy, more specifically a blonde guy with penny brown eyes and a cocky smirk on his lips.
"Erm...thanks for you know...saving me from an untimely death." He threw his head back and laughed, a deep manly- okay yes, sexy; laugh. Hot guy alert!
"No problem, doll. I'm Derrick, Derrick Harrington."
"Uh, hi? I'm Massie Block. Um...could you maybe...let go of me now? I don't think I'm gonna die anymore."
"Oh...sorry," Derrick said, a hint of pink detectable on his cheeks as he released her waist. Maybe today won't be that bad…
"Block, are you new?"
"Obviously."
"Figures. You're the only girl here dressed like you're actually going to school," Derrick commented dryly, smirking at the cliques of model-like girls.
"No, I really didn't notice that," Massie shot, sarcasm dripping from every syllable. Derrick turned to her with raised brows and a smirk. She seriously wished she could slap that smirk off; it was really starting to annoy her. I bet this one's gonna be a player...just look at him.
"Oohh, feisty. I like you, Block."
"The name's Massie, not Block."
"Well, my name for you is Block."
"You're not normal are you?"
"Block, why would you say that? I'm popular, sexy, good-looking, and overall awesome. That's normal around here."
"Because, you are an idiot who likes calling me by my last name instead of being normal like the other 99.9% of the population."
"Geez, what a grouch."
"Idiot."
"Excuse me? I just saved your life and all you have to say is 'You're an idiot,'?"
"I did say thank you."
"I don't believe I heard."
"You are such a dumb hypocritical asshole who just goes around picking up innocent girls, breaking their hearts, and tossing them aside!"
"Dang, you sure judge fast."
"Psh, I'm not judging. I can tell by the way girls salivate over you and you know you can have your pick out of any of them. Moron."
"That's right, I can have any girl I want, but I just haven't met the right one yet."
"Oh really?"
"I think that one, might be you; Block."
"Ha! Spare me the theatrics. I'd rather not be another notch on your belt."
"What?!"
"It's a figure of speech, you incoherent idiot!"
"Whoa, big words Block."
"Harrington, did you know you are diagnosed with a hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia?"
"What the fucking hell is that supposed to be?!"
"A fear of long words."
"Oh."
With that, Massie rolled her eyes at Derrick and marched off to the administration building, sort of not noticing that all eyes were on her, including four very popular girls and a very shocked guy.
Alicia Rivera tossed her dark raven curls over her DKNY-clad shoulder as she watched the new girl trip, and watched Derrick fucking Harrington catch her. For a moment, they just stood there, until that new brunette broke loose.
"Who the hell is that?" she hissed to her girls, eyeing the girl's luscious glossy wavelets. A dirty blonde girl shrugged, and resumed talking to the redhead.
"Aww...that's so cute!" Claire giggled, her bright cerulean eyes sparkling as she gushed, her white-blonde princess curls bouncing.
"Puh-lease! Do you see that girl?! She's a total loser! She's wearing JEANS and a COLLEGE SWEATSHIRT. Ehma-ew!" Alicia exclaimed
"Well, she can pull it off. Actually, I think she's really pretty. Look at her! She's so skinny, and her hair is absolutely amazing," the redheaded girl interjected a tad enviously, touching up her eyeliner in a Chanel compact; not noticing the invisible Gillette-Venus sharp eye-daggers Alicia was sending her. Kristen rolled her narrow aquamarine eyes and finger-combed her golden blonde hair.
"We can show her around and stuff. She seems pretty cool," Kristen shrugged. Alicia's chocolate brown eyes darkened as she gritted her teeth in anger. The day that loser joins the Sparkle Sisters is the day I die.
"Ratings!" she barked, keep an eye on the new brunette as the girl walked to the administration building in pale orange Converse. Kristen sighed and stepped forward, giving her best model twirl. Alicia's French manicured hand reached into her mint green Marc Jacobs and pulled out a hairbrush. The Spanish beauty held the brush to her lips and pretended it was a microphone.
"Miss Kristen is looking ah-mazing as usual today, in her trendy J Brand red denim, cuh-yute turquoise studded Juicy racerback, and red Ralph Lauren cardigan paired with black BCBG booties. Her hair has been blown dry with a diffuser, adding much-needed volume. You are a 9.3. Extra points for Ralph," Alicia decided, already moving onto Dylan.
"Leesh, wait. What would make me a 9.5?" Kristen said, searching the European girl's face for an answer. NOTHING will make you a 9.5! You don't even deserve a seven!, Alicia wanted to shout. But she couldn't say that, otherwise her girls would give her the silent treatment for at least a week. And that could NAWT happen.
"A touch more gloss and a hint of bronzer," Alicia lied, spitting it out through gritted teeth. Kristen smirked at Alicia's reaction and dug around in her black Prada motorcycle bag for her makeup. Alicia rolled her coffee-colored eyes for what seemed like the millionth time in the twenty minutes they had been on campus. I need to de-stress ay-sap.
"Dylan!" Alicia barked, almost making the redhead poke her eye out with an eyeliner pencil.
"Gawd, Leesh, chill."
Alicia rolled her eyes again and scanned Dylan from head-to-toe nonetheless. "Miss Marvil is looking halfway-decent with her black skinny stretch Calvin Klein jeans, but try not to wear those again, they show off your massive thighs. Dyl, that mocha fur-trimmed Calvin vest looks okay with the black Theory shirt under. But that shirt is a little tight and displays your fat tummy bulge. And you look like a fat version of the Leaning Tower of Pisa in those ugly black Pradas. 8.5," Alicia judged, harshly criticizing Dylan's ensemble as payback for not listening to orders. Dylan simply rolled her jade eyes and shared an I told you so look with Claire and Kristen that Alicia hated. The Latina shot a very pointed look at Claire, smiling contentedly when the sweet white-blonde girl stepped up and spun.
"Claire Lyons is looking extra gorgeous this fine morning with that killer forest green Toca double-V neck sweater, new rhinestone dark wash Juicy jeans, white Betsey Johnson knit infinity scarf, and caramel button-up Uggs. 9.6," The Spanish girl rated, mentally slapping Claire for having an outfit cuter than hers.
"Me next!" Alicia said, tossing the brush back into her bag. She twirled, showing off her newest brilliant outfit.
"Leesh, that mini skirt makes your thighs look like ham hocks, and seriously- black leather?! So last season. And the black tights are wayyy too sheer, Gawd, stop being such a slut. Your poo-colored V-neck is way uglier than Claire's and you make that dark Juicy cropped bomber jacket look bad, and what were you thinking, pairing that life-scarring ensemble with black Uggs? 7." Dylan judged, a smirk playing on her lips. Claire, Kristen, and Dylan burst out laughing at Alicia's enraged expression.
"Fine, Dyl. We're even now. Happy?" the raven-haired beauty snarled, furious that her minions had pulled one over her.
"Very," the fiery redhead responded, her smirk still on her ultra-glossed lips. Alicia rolled her eyes, gritted her teeth, and signalled the Sparkle Sisters to get in formation. "We're walking to "Applause" by Lady Gaga." The girl nodded in confirmation and put on their model blank faces.
Alicia silently sang the lyrics in her head as she strutted through the halls with her clique in tow.
I live for the applause, applause, applause
I live for the applause-plause
Live for the applause-plause
Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me
The applause, applause, applause
But no one, not a single person was watching the Sparkle Sisters make their grand entrance. They were all watching the new girl, a confident, beautiful brunette that walked through the halls with her head held high.
Someone's got competition.
So how was that first chapter of Take Me With You?
Sucky I bet.
I wrote this at like midnight.
Be grateful my lovelies. :) Kidding.
I will update Wildfire sometime before November.
I'm trying.
Seriously.
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