Massie twirled around in her white skirt that found its way down to her knees. It was loose and prim; it was totally not her. The girl lived for tight, revealing outfits. Why not? She had the body others were dying to have. It was unjust of her to hide it over other's jealousy. But today was a different story. She was clad head to toe in blinding white. Not the nice kind either – this was the off white kind of curtain looking white. Gross, and totally boring.

Sighing she tugged at the collar of her plain white blouse and waited for the Latina girl in front of her to say something. Currently, Alicia Rivera was trying not to laugh, and failing. Giggles erupted from Massie Block's oldest and best friend as Alicia took in the sight of plain, modest Massie.

"Holy shit, you look like Kristen!" She snorted, before delving into her Michael Kors bag for a flask of vodka which she downed in one go.

"Really? I was going for ugly, sometimes I amaze myself how spot on I am," Massie marveled. "Do you really need to get drunk to handle me in this get up?"

"Yes, I really do. You look truly awful. I bet you could give Kristen a run for her money," Alicia smirked.

Massie simpered, "Oh, hello Alicia! You look sooo good today. How is your mother? God, she's pathetic. Absolutely no backbone at all."

The two ladies laughed at Massie's impersonation of Kristen Gregory, Westchester's favourite good girl. A long time ago, Massie had sworn she would never dress like conservative Kristen, but things were different now. She had a reputation to save, a boyfriend to get back, and a certain redhead to shame. She reached for Alicia's flask and took a sip to take away her nervousness.

"Hey, don't get too drunk," Alicia's brown eyes flashed; tossing her hair she took a seat at Massie's kitchen island, shooting the auburn haired girl a question in her eyes. "So? What's the plan?"

Massie had developed a fool proof plan in order to gain back her name. With a calculating glint in her eyes, Massie slid into the seat beside Alicia. The white leather was soft against her backside, providing the only relaxation she'd had since the morning. It was a few days after she had decided on what had to be done. Only a couple hours ago had she finished her mastermind plan and invited Alicia over to hear it. If anyone could help her achieve this – it was the conspiring Latina.

"I'm going to lay low for a while. That means no parties, drinking, going out. I'm going to stay in this apartment until my name has disappeared from all the newspapers," Massie said, ignoring Alicia's protests over her statement swearing off parties.

"And finally I'm going to come out as new and improved Massie. Derrick will have to have me to get back on his social climbing endeavor. All I'll have to do is continue this act until I can get enough dirt on Dylan to end her. And maybe patch up things with my mother," Massie finished her speech.

"Sounds devious…I'm in."

"Hey Mass, it's me. Call me back!"

"Why aren't you answering your phone? I have an appearance gig for you."

"It's 2 grand…but really, answer your phone."

"Massie! What is wrong with you? It's been two days. Call me back."

"As your public representative I really think you should call be back. Jesus Christ."

One new message. "If you do not call me back I will get in touch with your mother!"

Massie groaned at the new message left from her public representative. Staying true to her word Massie hadn't left the apartment in days, trying to stay on the down low of the media. But damned Skye Hamilton, also known as Westchester's gossip guru, would not leave her alone. And now the bint had threatened contact with Mommy Block.

With great reluctance Massie pressed the call back button on her iPhone and impatiently waited for Skye to pick up. When she finally did, on the second ring, she was not happy. Skye's voice was caked in fake cheeriness; Massie just knew Skye was waiting to see if she was alone to dig into her.

"Skye, I'm alone. You can shout at me all you want," Massie said as she surveyed a nail, wanting to get this over and done with.

"Massie Block," Skye's voice switched to a rather terrifying noise, "where have you been?"

"Around," Massie responded.

"Look, every one is talking about you. Derrick was last seen on the arm of some redhead. You're nowhere to be found. You're the town gossip…yet again," Skye sounded tired, as if Massie being the center of attention was old news to her.

"What the fuck!" Massie exploded, Derrick and Dylan? Everyone knew, and Massie was a firm believer, in the fact that the same letter first names never stayed together. That relationship was hideous and the girl felt as if she'd rather not know of it.

"You need to get out there and show the world what Massie Block is made of," Skye said, her voice firm.

Massie sighed and sarcasm laced her voice when she replied, "What's that? Attitude and bitchiness?"

"No, steel and guts. Meet me at the Asian Pear at seven."

The Asian Pear, although trendy in appearance, was a knock off bad Chinese food place that wannabe actors and actresses often frequented. Skye was smart, she knew no one there would know her as Massie Block, America's favourite talk of the town, but as their competition – just another young woman wanting to make a break in television.

As Massie thanked her driver for the ride she swallowed her anger at Skye and strode toward the entrance. It wasn't terribly busy inside, seeing as it was a Monday night, but enough people were idly waiting for their seats. Adjusting her black cardigan over her Heart Stopper Skater dress from Tobi, she nervously glanced around to see if anyone had recognized her. Thankfully no one had. A flash of blonde hair and an arm waving her over appeared in her sight.

Skye was dressed in a sheer blouse that was translucent enough to see the classic white bra she had on underneath. Dark leggings clad her long dancer's legs. A rue smile lit up on Massie's face, even when she was mad at Skye, she couldn't stay mad once she saw her childhood friend.

But there was a boy sitting beside Skye. The smile slid off her face. What the fuck? She'd brought her boyfriend? He had dark, messy hair that was glossy in the lighting. She could notice from afar that his eyes were sharp, one blue and one green eye. No, it wasn't blue, it was the ocean, and it wasn't green, it was emerald. She'd never known anyone with such distinct eye colours. And she'd never met anyone with such a glower on his face.

"Hi Massie!" Skye chirped as the said girl lowered her butt onto a cushy Chinese style printed chair.

Massie sent her a look as if to say: Explain.

"This is Cameron Fisher," Skye said nervously, "he's turning 22 in a month. He's an actor."

"Hi," the boy said sullenly.

"Is this an act, or are you really that unhappy?" Massie asked him.

He looked startled. Then sheepish.

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to come off that way. It's just…I need publicity. My manager reckons I'm an up and coming talent and I need someone to introduce me to the celeb world. By introduce I mean fake date my way into the media. He managed to contact your PR and here I am," his voice was deep and rumbly, but still had a warmth undertone to it.

"You want to date me?" Massie let out a bitter laugh, "In case you haven't noticed I'm not really a great person to date right now. I am the center of all things drama."

"That's the point!" Skye yelped. "Cameron's a good boy, grew up in his hometown, humble, sweet, everything the opposite of Derrick. Date him and you'll get a good reputation once the media digs into his background. And by dating you he'll be gaining publicity as well."

Massie thought this over. That was true. By dating a good boy it'd show that she'd moved on from her party girl past. She'd also be doing him a favour in which he would owe her something. It really was a win-win situation. Bonus – Cam Fisher wasn't half bad looking.

"Okay," Massie said finally.

"Really? You'd actually do that for me?" Cam asked, his face lighting up. It was obvious he had been expecting some type of payment to come up.

"Of course. I only have a couple rules, though. Firstly, I expect to be treated like a princess," Massie leaned closer, "and secondly, never judge me."

i'm back from the dead i'm so sorry it took so long to upload ughhhhhhhhh i didn't proof read it either so please point out any mistakes i didn't catch. peacee - kimmie