Nana picked Massie up from Claire's with a knowing smile on her face.

"You know what you need?" Nana said, handing Massie a tube of Dior concealer. "You need a quesadilla, and you need one now."

"Nana, I could not possibly stomach anything other than toast today," Massie snapped, rubbing concealer onto the dark circles underneath her eyes.

"Trust me," Nana said. "I raised your father. Don't fight me on this."

Back at the Block Mansion, Massie watched idly as Nana toasted tortillas, melted Chihuahua cheese, and chopped up leftover fajita meat from the night before.

"Perfect," Nana sighed as she slid the quesadilla from the frying pan onto Massie's plate.

Massie grimaced and took a careful bite. It was greasy, cheesy, meaty, and miraculously, it was making her feel better already.

"How did you know?" Massie asked around bites of quesadilla.

"Hangovers love greasy food," Nana explained, taking dainty bites of her own quesadilla. "Of course, it's not good for your figure, which is why drinking much always be done in moderation." She sent her granddaughter an admonishing look, and Massie looked down at her quesadilla remnants in shame.

"I'm just glad you had fun, though," Nana said. "You're blossoming, Massie. And nothing makes me happier than that."

Massie grinned and popped the last bite of cheesy goodness into her mouth before running up the stairs to take a shower.

-x-

Squeaky clean and ten times happier, Massie collapsed into her desk chair and signed on to AIM. The boys—including Derrick—were idle, Claire was away, Dylan was offline, but Kristen, as always, was available.

sexysportsbabe: how are u holding up?

massiekur: feel like absolute shit. luckily nana made me some hangover food.

sexysportsbabe: good! yeah dylan & i just made a burger run.

sexysportsbabe: hey were u moving around early this morning? thought i heard something.

massiekur: yeah cam noticed i was dying and made me some tea

sexysportsbabe: he made u tea w/out being asked/begged? that was nice of him

massiekur: yeah he seems like a good guy

sexysportsbabe: just don't tell claire, she gets kind of territorial, u know?

massiekur: my lips are sealed!

sexysportsbabe: ur lips were on derrick's last night, if i recall correctly.

Massie blushed hard. Who was she turning into? Some crazy girl who drank too much and let boys drunkenly kiss her?

massiekur: yeah that happened haha

sexysportsbabe: do u like him?

Massie winced. She hadn't minded telling Cam so much, but if Kristen knew, she would never hear the end of it.

massiekur: yeah i do

sexysportsbabe: really?

Massie frowned. What was that supposed to mean?

massiekur: yeah and cam says he likes me back

Kristen didn't respond for almost a whole three minutes.

sexysportsbabe: that's great! i'm so happy for u!

Massie let out a sigh of relief. Of course Kristen was happy for her.

massiekur: so what happens next?

sexysportsbabe: he'll text u or something. mom's calling me. g2g.

sexysportsbabe is away at 2:30 PM.

Massie minimized her buddy list and grabbed her iPhone, scrolling through Derrick's Instagram feed. He mostly had Throwback Thursday pictures of him kicking goals into soccer nets, but every once in a while there was a filtered photo of him posing next to various girls from Massie's pledge class. She knew that Derrick got around—the number of girls that waved to him in the halls made that obvious—but she had no idea how much he flirted and hooked up. Still, he had told her that she was the prettiest girl at OCD, hands down. Cam had even told her that Derrick liked her, a lot. So that meant Derrick was changing, right?

An IM box popped up on Massie's screen, scattering her thoughts.

Ooliviarryan: waiting.

Massie slapped her palm to her forehead. With everything that had happened in the last 24 hours, she had almost forgotten about Olivia's impossible request.

Fingers frozen above her keyboard, Massie thought about her options one last time. Cam had said that Derrick liked her because she wasn't a backstabbing bitch like Olivia. She had no choice but to maintain that image if she wanted Derrick to like her.

massiekur: i just don't think i could do that to claire. why do you want him so bad anyways? just so you can use him then dump him like you do to everybody else?

Ooliviarryan: i always get what i want, massie

Ooliviarryan: you know what? if you don't do this for me, i'll just tell leticia that you're not interested in the legacy or tri-theta at all. that you just want to quit.

Ooliviarryan: you have until 2nd period tuesday to rethink your decision or you can kiss tri-theta goodbye

Ooliviarryan has signed off at 2:47 PM.

Massie's fury at the bitchy blonde was masked by a helpless feeling of what-should-I-do? With Leticia permanently busy and booked, there was no way Massie could get to her and make her appeal before Olivia could. At the same time, she didn't want to forsake her new friends just for her social status. She had reached a dead end, and her time in Tri-Theta was going to be over before it even started.

"I can't believe this," Massie cried.

"Can't believe what?" Nana asked, popping her head into Massie's room.

"How stupid and dramatic some of the girls in my grade are," Massie explained.

"Would a pedicure make it better?" Nana offered. "Your purple is chipping."

Massie grinned and grabbed her Michael Kors bag.

-x-

Claire was picking up trash in the den when her iPhone began to ring.

"Speaking," Claire answered, not bothering to check Caller ID.

"Claire, it's Massie." Claire frowned. Why would Massie be calling her? Was there a Tri-Theta emergency?

"Do you need something?" Claire snapped. She heard Massie suck in a breath.

"I'm having a bit of a crisis. And it kinda has to do with you."

"You vomiting from drinking too much is not my problem," Claire said.

"No, no, I didn't throw up," Massie said hastily. "It's about…the Legacy."

"One of the boys will definitely take you," Claire said. "You really have nothing to worry about." Claire didn't know Massie well, but Massie's popularity had definitely risen to breathtaking heights in the past few weeks. It was essential that she went to the Legacy.

"That's just it," Massie said. "Apparently Leticia is banning the boys from taking me."

"Where on earth did you hear that?" Claire snapped.

"Olivia Ryan," Massie said. "She said she could talk to Leticia for me if I did something for her."

"After all the shit she's pulled on you, you still believe her?" Claire asked incredulously. "I had dinner with Leticia and Hadley just last week. They don't care how you go to the Legacy, as long as you go. They love what you bring to Tri-Theta and they definitely want you there. They're probably going to let you get initiated with the rest of us."

"Really?" Massie squeaked.

"Really," Claire confirmed. "Now what ridiculous stunt was Olivia going to make you pull?"

"Don't hate me for this, because I was in no way going to go through with it," Massie began. "But she told me that the only way I could get into Legacy was if I got Cam to dump you. She told me last Thursday. However, when I told her no, she threatened to tell Leticia that I didn't care about Tri-Theta or the Legacy at all and that I wanted to quit."

"Do you have this documented?" Claire asked.

"Yeah, she IMed me."

"Perfect," Claire breathed. "We can tell Hadley. They'll give her pages of black points for this."

"Actually..." Massie said. "If you can just appeal to Leticia before Olivia does, I have the perfect revenge plan, if you're willing to go along with it."

Claire laughed. "Now that's what I like to hear. So, what's this revenge plan of yours?"