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Title is from "All Night" by Icona Pop. I LOVE THIS SONG LIKE SERIOUSLY GO CHECK IT OUT.
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Love,
Anastasia (I almost spelled my name wrong. That's sad.)
.:We've Always Dreamed About This Better Life:.
Massie confidently walked into the administration building. Well, she tried walking confidently- which isn't easy when you know that all of the glamorous student body is staring at you. No pressure at all. She gripped the wooden handle and struggled to drag the door open. Holy shit, I thought the door was wood, not concrete! Massie cringed, knowing that the entire student body was probably staring at her inability to open a door. Huh, and I thought this was gonna be a good day. She heaved the heavy door open just a crack, enough to stick her foot in and kick the door open another two inches. Massie sighed and leaned her weight against the door again. Surprisingly, this time the door gave way easily, swinging open soundly. ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?! But the sudden release of the door surprised her, and guess what she did? Yup, she just kinda tipped over and nearly crashed for the millionth time that day. Once again, she readied herself to land face first on the gravel. But the impact wasn't there. What the hell?
For the second time that day, she found herself saved from an embarrassing scenario from a guy. Cute guys. I've never even spoken to a guy other than my dad and brother in like forever, and now suddenly I'm a guy magnet?! Mindblown. This guy wasn't Derrick, but he was just as cute. He had mismatched eyes- one emerald green, one cerulean blue; that popped against his tan complexion and dark inky waves. But Massie got a feeling that he was different from Derrick in personality. Derrick projected arrogance, cockiness, confidence, and swagger. This savior seemed more sweet, charming, and just plain nice in a way that 99.9% of the guys on planet Earth weren't. He was holding her by the arm, stopping her fall and almost wrenching her shoulder at the same time.
"Hey there, person who just saved my life. Would you mind letting go of my arm? I'm kinda in an uncomfortable position."
The guy laughed and let go, dropping Massie on the floor.
"I didn't mean it like that!"
"Sorry. Hey, I'm Cam Fisher. You must be new."
"Is it that obvious?"
"Yup, I mean you're the only one dressed lik-"
"Like I actually go to school. Yeah, that's exactly what Derrick told me."
"You've met Derrick already?"
"Yeah. He saved from an untimely death. But I'm super clumsy, so don't be surprised if I trip over my own feet."
"Wow. I can't imagine you in heels then."
"Me either."
"So, what's your name?"
"I'm Massie Block. AKA: the new girl."
"Well, Massie Block; new girl, do you wanna be friends?"
Massie gave him a confused look, a grin creeping onto her lips. Cam studied her, his brows furrowing at her confused expression.
"What's with the face, Mass? You look like you just barfed up raw onions."
"Gross! Cam, you're so weird!" Massie exclaimed, leaping forwards to mock choke him. Cam laughed and threw his hands up in surrender.
"Okay, okay! I don't wanna die! But seriously, why the face?"
"I'm just wondering, do all you classy people here just ask to be friends? Don't you have to discuss it over tea or something like that?"
"Well, maybe. I don't know. I've always just asked people if they wanna be friends."
"Cam?"
"What?"
"YOU'RE SO WEIRD!"
"Weird is my middle name."
"I'm not very surprised."
"Shut up! Let's go get your schedule, and I'll make fun of you if you're a smart ass with AP classes."
"Damn Cam, you sure make a great first impression!"
"I try, I try."
The two new friends, who were now laughing loudly; walked into the administration building and earned a dirty look from the secretary. The secretary was a short, sort of fat, middle-aged woman maybe in her mid-thirties with a brown bob and piercing violet eyes. Violet eyes...that's cool and strange at the same time.
She was also a grouchy woman.
"What do you kids want?" she snapped. Massie wrinkled her nose at the woman's rudeness. I hope someone put pepper in her coffee.
"Hey Ms. Secretary Lady. I just need my schedule. I'm new."
"Name?"
"Massie Elizabeth Block."
"Your middle name is Elizabeth?" Cam asked incredulously, holding back a laugh.
"What's wrong with that?!" Massie exclaimed defensively.
"It's just...the name 'Elizabeth' sounds like it belongs to someone graceful and elegant. Let's just say that you're not very graceful or elegant," Cam pointed out, earning him a swift elbow in the ribs from Massie.
"Take the schedule."
"Geez, fine. Thanks, Ms. Secretary Lady," Massie said as she snatched the piece of white paper and left Cam wheezing by the front desk.
"Hey Mass. What's your schedule?"
"I don't know. You have eyes, see for yourself."
STUDENT SCHEDULE: BRIARWOOD-OCTAVIAN COUNTRY DAY
Student Name: Block, Massie Elizabeth
Student Identification: 171635
Age: 14
Date of Birth: 08/12/1999
SCHEDULE
Period 1: Advanced Geometry. Casanova, Cassidy. Room A121.
Period 2: AP European History. Herrera, Millie. Room C342.
Period 3: Honors English. Miller, Katie. Room B353.
Period 4: Gym. Monroe, Marilyn. GYM.
Period 5: AP French. Montserrat, Fleur. Room D459.
Period 6: Lunch.
Period 7: Pottery. Marie, Tricia. Room E345.
Period 8: Cooking. Phillips, Lila. Room E565.
"You are a smart ass! AP French, AP Euro, and Advanced Geometry! Damn Mass!"
"Shut up, Cam! I'm betting you've got AP classes too."
"You got me. I surrender, Officer Block. How'd you know that I've got AP classes"
"You just seem like a smart guy who cares about his grades, unlike Derrick the asshole."
"You sure read people well, Massie."
Suddenly, a bubbly blonde sprinted over and hug-tackled Cam.
"Cammy!"
"Claire! Um...Claire? I can't breathe!" Cam laughed as he hugged the blonde back. Massie watched with detached amusement while giving the girl a once-over. She was wearing a deep green super-V necked sweater with dark jeans embellished with rhinestones, a white downy knit scarf, and brown Uggs with buttons. That's pretty cute. I wish I could pull that off.
"Massie? This is Claire Lyons, my girlfriend. She the sweetest thing ever," Cam introduced when he had disentangled himself from Claire. Massie eyed Claire, wondering if she was just another bitchy popular with a sweet disguise. She doesn't seem too bad...she actually seems kinda down-to-earth and nice underneath all that designer wear.
"Hi! I'm Claire Lyons! You must be new! What's your name?" Claire said excitedly.
"Hey Claire. I'm Massie, Massie Block."
"Massie, do you wanna come hang with my friends and I during lunch and stuff? We can show you around and stuff," Claire offered, her navy eyes twinkling.
"Uh, sure."
"Great! What class do you have first?"
"Advanced Geometry."
"I have that too! I'll walk with you. See you later, Mass!"
"Kay, thanks Claire! See you!" Massie called back after Claire as the blonde ran off.
"Well, you two seemed to hit it off," Cam said with a slight smile.
"She seems nice enough."
"Well, I'm glad you're making friends. You're my friend, and I don't want you to be friendless."
"You realize you just contradicted yourself? You said that you don't want me to be friendless, and you're my friend."
"Oops."
"But seriously Cam. Are you just saying she's sweet and kind because you're dating her, or is she actually nice and not a stuck-up bitch like the other populars?"
"No! Seriously, Claire's the farthest away from being a stuck-up bitch as possible, like you. She's actually really down-to-earth, and loves to eat sugar and doesn't obsess over her weight, clothes, or makeup."
"Then how come she's in that all-designer get-up?"
"Well, Alicia forces her to wear makeup and have designer outfits. Most of her designer stuff are hand-me-downs from Kristen, Alicia, or Dylan."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back up. Who's Alicia, Kristen, and Dylan?"
"Damn, I keep forgetting you're new. You see Claire over there? With the three girls? They are a group, called the Sparkle Sisters or something stupid like that. They basically are the most popular girls in school and they sort of "rule" the school. Alicia, the Spanish girl who is currently glaring in our direction, is the leader; or the 'alpha' as she likes to put it. Claire's the beta, or the second-in-command. Feel free to roll your eyes, I know. It's so stupid, but that's the way it is. Dylan is the redhead in like all black. She's the gamma, or the third rank. She loves food and burping, and she's really paranoid about her weight. Kristen is the dirty blonde, the one with the black bag. She loves soccer, and she's like super smart. Kristen's the delta, or the fourth person," Cam explained, throwing in an eye roll himself.
Massie clutched her temples, faking a headache. "Geez, even the social hierarchy here is complicated!"
"Not really complicated, just really stupid and competitive."
"And how do you know so much about Alicia, Kristen, and Dylan? Do you like stalk them or something?"
"No, that would be creepy. And I'm not a creepy stalker, I swear," Cam added at Massie's doubtful look. "My friends on the soccer team date them. We're a pretty close knit group. Derrick's single, Josh is dating Alicia, Kemp is crushing on Kristen- but he's a player and she hates him; and Chris is dating Dylan, and I'm dating Claire. You'll have to meet the guys and the Sparkle Sisters sometime."
"I am totally looking forward to that," Massie said as sarcastically as possible. No seriously, it wasn't humanly possible to get anymore sarcastic.
Alicia's pouty lips deformed as she snarled viciously, witnessing the scene that was unfolding. Her glossed upper lip curled in disdain as she watched Claire bounce up to Cam and actually socialize with the new girl.
"Ehmagawd! What is Kuh-laire doing with that new loser?! I wouldn't be caught dead anywhere near someone who wears a COLLEGE SWEATSHIRT and CONVERSE to school?! And do you see her jeans?! Cheap, cheap, and cheap!" Alicia complained shrilly, her voice rising an octave with every syllable.
"Oh shut up, Alicia! No one wants to hear your stupid rant about the new girl's clothes!" Dylan interjected as she swiped some nude gloss onto her plump lips. Alicia's eyes narrowed dangerously, and she looked like she would've had smoke coming from her nostrils and flames shooting from her ears.
"How dare you challenge the alpha?! My word is your command! And if you don't want to be kicked out of the SS, I suggest you shut your big fat ugly mug and never contradict me again!" Alicia screamed at Dylan, who merely shrugged and returned to touching up her lips.
Kristen watched with detached amusement as she watched her best friend and fake bitch of a friend fight it out. Alicia's getting more and more ridiculous, I mean seriously; we haven't even TALKED to the new brunette yet, and she's already issuing restraining orders. Gawd, bitch much? Kristen shared an amused look with Dylan, both silently laughing at their so-called alpha's bitchiness.
Soon enough, Claire came bouncing up to the SS Tree with a happy grin on her angelic face.
"Kris, Dyl! I just invited the new girl to sit with us at lunch and hang out with us!" Claire exclaimed, her lagoon blue irises dancing.
"That's cool, Claire. What's her name?"
"She's Massie Block, and she's friends with Cam."
"Do you know any gossip about her?" Alicia pried, a sneaky glint in her unforgivingly cold mocha eyes.
"No, I just met her about five seconds ago and said hi, it's not like she's gonna tell me her whole life story, get over yourself Alicia," Claire said, her ski-slope nose wrinkling in disgust. Alicia's jaw dropped in shock.
"WHAT IS WITH ALL OF YOU BITCHES TODAY?! WHY ARE YOU FORGETTING THAT I'M THE ALPHA?!" Alicia shrieked, anger radiating off of her.
"Whatever, Alicia. Stop being such a bitch," Dylan shot, rolling her emerald eyes in contempt. Alicia's features smoldered with stony rage as her nostrils flared.
"Fine," Alicia said calmly, all too calmly. She wore a malicious smirk on her ruby lips, along with a triumphant yet mischievous spark in her coffee irises.
"Wait, wha-"
"I hereby kick Kuh-laire Stacey Lyons, Dylan Aria Marvil, and Kuh-risten Caroline Gregory out of the Sparkle Sisters clique," the Spanish beauty proclaimed, her eyes cold and calculating. The Latina's expression was one of triumph, because she thought this battle was hers.
Claire, Dylan, and Kristen all shared a look, and began to crack up into hysterics. The Hispanic girl's eyes widened in rage and surprise.
"WHY. ARE. YOU. LAUGHING?! I just kicked you out of the most exclusive A-list clique at BOCD!"
"Because- you're nothing without us. Now you have no minions to carry out your schemes, no puppy dogs to drag around, no nothing. And now, you're friendless too. How pathetic. You thought that you, the mighty Alicia Isabella Santamaria Cordoba Alyssa Rivera, was actually the top of the social ladder?! Honey, that's a joke. You're nothing, absolutely nothing without us," Claire chortled, sweet innocent kind Claire Stacey Lyons.
And then the three girls left, leaving Alicia standing alone with nothing but their laughter, faint notes of designer perfume, and a strong urge to punch herself.
Derrick Harrington admired Massie Block from afar with his friend, Kemp Hurley. Like two perverts in a pod. He chuckled to himself as he watched Massie struggle with the door, and trip. Then he narrowed his playful heart-stopping caramel eyes when he saw Cam Fisher catch her. His jaw tightened involuntarily as he watched the two laugh and joke around. Massie was his. I...I don't know what to make of her. She's...different. In a good way. And those eyes, are so...captivating. Like liquid amber. I have a strange feeling about this girl...like a fluttering of butterflies in my stomach. This hasn't ever happened to me while I was with a girl before. Do I...genuinely like her?
He was distracted from his internal confusion when Kemp Hurley wolf-whistled.
"Damn, she's hot."
"I know. There's something different about her...I think I might really like her."
"If you're not gonna go for her, I will. Do you see how sexy her ass looks in those tight jeans?" Kemp commented, a devilish gleam creeping into his eyes. Derrick resisted the strong urge to attack Kemp viciously and tear him into a million tiny pieces with his bare hands.
"Ass. Don't you have the hots for Kris?" Derrick said, wiggling his brows suggestively.
Kemp's face reddened as his gaze drifted to the tall leggy honey blonde. A glazed look overcame his eyes as he stared longingly at Kristen.
BRRRRRRIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGG!
The bell sounded, sending flocks of nerds and LBRs racing towards the school building. Derrick strode off, in search of Massie. His puppy dog eyes nervously scanned the crowds of students blocking the halls, scanning for Massie's glossy brown waves. He found her chatting and laughing with Cam, Claire, Dylan, and Kristen.
"Fisher, my man!" Derrick crowed, fist-bumping Cam while "accidentally" standing next to Massie. Massie rolled her fiery amber orbs at his arrival and turned to address Claire, Dylan, and Kristen.
"Do you know this asshole?"
"Sadly, yes," Kristen giggled, sticking her tongue out at a now pouting mock-hurt looking Derrick.
"Ouch, that killed me. Excuse me while I pull this knife out of my heart," he said, his eyes trained on Massie. Massie rolled her eyes again turned so her back was facing Derrick. Derrick grabbed her shoulder and spun her around, tilting her chin to make her eyes meet his.
"Block, why do you hate me so much?"
"Hmmm, let me think. Oh right! 1) You're a douche bag, an asshole, and a creepy pervert. Did I mention idiot? 2) You're a player, one of those stuck up asses who strut around like they own the world picking up girls and crushing them while paying no attention what-so-ever to their feelings. And then you just kick them out crying and pick up another poor hopeless girl in a matter of seconds. 3) I hate you, and you're an idiot. Now go away," Massie listed, counting the reasons on her fingers. Claire, Dylan, and Kristen burst into a fit of giggles while Cam whistled.
"Damn, she got you, Harrington."
"Shut up, Fisher."
"Massie, please, go out with me?"
"Why in a million, billion, gazillion, bajillion years would I want to be caught willingly hanging out with you?"
"Because I like you."
"Ha! Fat chance. You just like me for sex or whatever you players want. Newsflash: I don't do hookups, and I most certainly do go out with flipping players. I'm not that stupid."
"Seriously, Mass, please! Just one date! Go out for pizza with me!"
"No."
"PLEASE! I've never had to beg for a girl to go out with me, so I'm probably doing a really shitty job-" He was cut off by the shrill shriek of Alicia Rivera.
"DERRY! WHY ARE YOU ANYWHERE NEAR THAT SLUTTY WHORE?" Alicia exclaimed, a malicious smirk on her face.
"Alicia, she's not a whore or a slut, back off."
Alicia ignored him, turning to Massie with a superior look on her snotty face.
"Look, bitch, I don't know who you think you are, but you can't just come to MY school, steal MY friends, steal MY throne, and steal MY guy! If you're smart, you'll back down and come kiss the ground that I walk on. Otherwise, I'll make your life a living hell," the Spaniard cackled wickedly.
"Oh, hell no bitch."
"Ex-cuh-use-a-meh?"
"Here's the 411, darling. YOU'RE THE STUPID IDIOT OF A BITCH WHO PARADES AROUND LIKE SHE OWNS THE PLACE. NOBODY GIVES A SHIT ABOUT YOUR STUPID FUCKING LITTLE GAME, WHERE YOU PRETEND YOU'RE THE QUEEN. AND PLEASE, YOU EXPECT ME TO WORSHIP THE GROUND YOU WALK ON?! HA! I FEEL BAD FOR THE GROUND, IT ACTUALLY HAS TO HAVE CONTACT WITH SOMEONE SO BRUTALLY UGLY! YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A SPOILED, SNOBBY, STUCK-UP LITTLE BITCH. I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO YOU, SO YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO JUST STRUT UP TO ME AND CALL ME A WHORE. IF ANYONE'S A WHORE, IT'S YOU. YOU KNOW WHAT? FUCK YOU. GO FUCK YOURSELF SOMEWHERE IN A HOLE AND DIE, PREFERABLY!" Massie screamed, her amber eyes flashing with fury as she screamed.
"What?! How dare you- you little slu-"
"Oh give it up, Alicia. Everyone knows you're a nobody," Claire interjected lazily, checking her already perfect manicure.
Alicia's jaw fell open and her tan cheeks burned red. She managed a strangled shriek before stomping away and tripping over the threshold of the door as she tried to make a cool exit.
"Ha! Look who's the loser now! AND STAY OUT, RIVERS!" Dylan shouted after Alicia as the Latina scrambled back to her feet and took off, tears rushing down her flushed face.
Everyone stared at Massie in awe.
Everyone.
But there was only one thing running through Massie Elizabeth Block's head.
Westchester is fun.
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