WESTCHESTER, NEW YORK
The Cambridge Estate
Tuesday
The Daters sashayed up the brass metal spiral staircase which lead to Tiffany's room. As their matching Tory Burch espadrilles pounding against the checked linoleum tiles.
"Alright Tiff," sighed Skye. Dropping her last season tanned Birkin with a small thud. Before kicking off her Tory Burch espadrilles. "Let's hear, what you got." She demanded.
"Well those new girls are apart of a clique called the Pretty Committee." Scoffed Tiffany, taking a seat on the empty queen size canopy.
"That name sounds kind of familiar." Mused Becca Brie, tapping her badly grown out gels.
"Yeah, it does..."Nodded Skye, before waving for the beta to continue."Go awn!"
"Well, they're from OCD--"
"OCD?!" Gasped Becca Brie and Skye, giving each other a weird lewk.
"Yeah..."
"Like Octavian Country Day? OCD?!" Replied Skye, almost nervously. While Becca Brie absentmindedly picked at the space between her actual nail and the gels meet. "Or like OCD a completely different OCD."
"No..." paused Tiffany, before glancing over to Scarlett and Delphi. Who seemed just as confused as she was. "Like Octavian Country Day. OCD"
Skye and Becca Brie both swallowed HARD.
"Am I missing something here?!" Snapped Tiffany, finally. "Do you y'all know them or something?!"
"Yes." Replied Becca Brie, a bit too fast. Skye sent a pointed lewk to the former beta, who quickly recovered and said. "Well sorta of...kind of...nawt really."
"Okay, explain puh-lease!"
"Becca Brie and I went to school with those EWs." Explained Skye, scoffing at the memory. "But, we never knew them really,"
"What's really?"
"I barely said two words to any of them." Replied Skye, almost immediately."Except for Massie, because she took over OCD once I graduated."
"So..."drawled out Tiffany, tapping her fingers against her phone case. "Should I continue with the briefing then"
"Oh yeah, continue."
"First up, the omega Claire Lyons. She a A-list actress from Orland-ew. She's been a few productions such as Dial L for Loser, How to Build A Better Alpha and The Pretty Deadly Committee, and Gawsip Girl--"
"Ehmygwad!" Gasped the Daters
"Yeah..." nodded Tiffany, swiping through the omegas Instagram feed. "She also won Miss Teen Flord-ew two years in a row. Apparently she's entering Miss Teen USA. She's dating Cam Fisher, Harris' younger brother for two years." With a swift double click, another Instagram feed popped up. "Next is the theta, Kristen Gregory. She's the daughter of Mathieu Gregory, some hawt shot banker."
"Ehh..." paused Tiffany, swiping through the various pictures. "Kristen has lead the OCD sirens to regionals three years in a row. She was also class president, makes straight A, and she's made the honor row all 8 years. And I heard she's planning awn joining the both varsity soccer and swimming teams here at BOP." Finished Tiffany
"We'll see." Scoffed Becca Brie, kicking off her studded denim clogs from Forever 21.
"Then there's the delta, Dylan Marvil."
"You're fucking joking right?!" Choked Scarlett, coughing up her lime La Croix.
"No...I'm dead serious." Huffed Tiffany, swiping her thumb to the right. "These girls are besties with a reality star. I mean, these girls get invited to some of the most A-list parties because they know Dylan! And I heard, she's planning awn joining the Fashion Club."
"And it just keeps getting worse!"
"What about their beta?" Fumed Skye
"Alicia?" Scoffed Tiffany, "well she's 'new' money. Her father Len, is one of the most successful defense attorneys in New York. Her mother, Nadia was former model for: Versacé, Balenciaga, and Victoria Secrets. Her mom was even a PlayBoy bunny for a time!"
"I stand corrected, it could get worse!" Uttered Scarlett
"Apparently she use to dance at BADs before it closed. She has for like years! I mean she won every regional and national competition. I heard she plans awn trying out for the Varsity cheer squad."
"Over my dead body!" Vowed Skye. "What about their alpha?!"
"This is Massie, her father is William Block heir to the Block estate, her mother Kendra was also a former Victoria Secrets Angel. Only child. Nawt much is know about Massie before she transferred to OCD from PMS--"
"Wait PMS?!"
"Yeah..."
"B, doesn't your step-sister attend PMS?"
"Yeah...why?"
"Because maybe, your sister might of known Massie." Snapped Skye, abh-viously.
"Ohhhh!" Gasped the ditzy blonde. "Yeah, sure...I'll ask Madelyn."
"As I was saying..." huffed Tiffany, rolling her eyes. "What I did find out, was that she's level 10 equestrian."
"You've got to be fucking joking!"
"Nope...Blue Ribbons, medals, championships you name it. Massie Block has won it. And she plans awn joining the Equestrian-HAWTs."
