Constance Billard & St. Jude
“You have that serious look on your face, M. You know, the one you only wear when you’re planning something…?” Kristen hinted.
This made me snap out of my little daze and refocus my attention on what she’d just said, along with the other girls with me at the worn, stone courtyard table.
“Oh it’s nuh-thing for your innocent selves to worry about just yet,” I murmured.
“Oh come on, M. You can’t just hint like that and then leave us out of the loop. Especially when I’m the one who’s supposed to know all the hot news and gossip” Alicia pouted.
“Pre-cise-ly. You’re the queen of gossip – you know just as much as Gossip Girl, which is the reason why I’m questioning letting you girls in on my plans so soon,” I said, tapping my pointer finger to my chin.
“Massie Elizabeth Block, you know me better than that. But if I must say it: I swear on Bean that I won’t tell a single soul if you just tell us already!” she pleaded. Leesh looked like she was going to scream if I didn’t tell her.
“Fine, meet me at my estate tonight. I’ll have Inez cook dinner for us and I’ll tell you all the details then,” I told them.
With that, I threw my purse over my shoulder and strutted back into the halls of Constance, but not without waving goodbye of course. Once in the nearly empty halls, I made my way to the elevator. There was someone important I needed to meet with – important enough to my plans that I was willing to meet alone in an elevator after school hours. That says enough right there seeing as I’d never ever be willing to do that unless it was a “life or death to our social lives” situation. The elevator bell made it’s typical ding and I stepped in to see that my meeting was about to take place.
The Block Estate
Two blondes, a redhead, and a brunette all sat around me while their eyes were pierced at me and their lips glued shut. Not one of them were willing to say anything until I was done replying to a text I’d just received from a new guy I was talking to. That’s a story for a different day. Finally, I clicked the lock button on my iPhone, set it down in front of me, and spoke.
“Now girls, as you know, one of the things that we The Pretty Committee are known for is throwing hawt, exclusive parties and events. So I was thinking that, since the school year is ending soon, we need to be the ones to throw the best party to start off the summer for everyone in our grade,” I started off saying as an introduction to my plans.
“But Massie, you said it yourself last year that those kinds of parties are so 8th grade,” Claire interjected.
“That’s why, Kuh-Laire, we’re going to make this one a party like we’ve never planned before. One of the most infamous ones in Constance and St. Jude history was when Blair Waldorf and her friends broke into the school’s pool. We need to one-up that. We need to do something that will make everyone speechless.”
“Doesn’t that mean there’s a possibility that we could get into trouble?” Dylan questioned hesitantly.
I couldn’t help but smirk when saying that. It was about time for me to release the bad girl in me. Who knows what she may do?
Bonjour wordpress lovelies,
I’m back! Back and ready to be the best Massie Block I can be once again. You can expect a lot from me this summer: intoxicating plot-lines that will leave you wanting more, beauty posts, Pretty Committee auditions, and so much more.
Speaking of Pretty Committee auditions, applications to be in mine are officially open! So go check out my Pretty Committee page if you’re interested in that! I’d love to see all of you apply for a position in it.
Also, I’m re-opening my old Elizabeth Touchstone blog! Hope you’re just as intrigued about that as you are about this blog. Go check that out, too!
Excited yet? Don’t worry, I am too.