Best Friends For Never Part 1

Best Friends for Never.

by Lisi Harrison.

THE BLOCK ESTATE.

DINING ROOM.

7:45 PM PM.

October 23rd

Ma.s.sie Block hated herself for looking so beautiful. She angled a silver soup spoon toward her face and quickly glanced at her reflection. The new caramel-colored highlights in her dark hair brought out the amber flecks in her eyes and made them sparkle, just like her stylist, Jakkob, had promised. She was debuting a brown suede miniskirt that made her b.u.t.t look even perkier than usual, and her arms and legs were lightly dusted with gold shimmer powder. Ma.s.sie dropped the spoon and pushed it aside. She couldn't believe she was wasting this redcarpet outfit on her father's birthday dinner, especially since they were spending it at home with the Lyonses.

"Happy biiirthday, dear William, happy birthday to youuuuuu." The two families finished their song with a round of light applause. William's face turned purple as he struggled to blow out all forty candles at once, and Ma.s.sie couldn't help giggling. It was the first time she had smiled all night.

They were seated around an elegant oak table in the Blocks' dining room, unable to fully see one another because of the elaborate centerpieces that overflowed with seasonal fruits and flowers. The teardrop-shaped bulbs on the crystal chandelier had been dimmed. The soft warm glow from the red candles was the room's main source of light.

Ma.s.sie had been forced to sit between the two Lyons kids thanks to her mother's need to micromanage. On her left, Claire was shoveling a ma.s.sive piece of sugary cake into her mouth as if Cosmo Cosmo suddenly declared "fat" was the new "thin." Ma.s.sie turned away. To her right was Todd, Claire's ten-year-old brother. Ma.s.sie watched in disgust as he reached his icing-covered fingers over her plate to grab the pitcher of grape juice. suddenly declared "fat" was the new "thin." Ma.s.sie turned away. To her right was Todd, Claire's ten-year-old brother. Ma.s.sie watched in disgust as he reached his icing-covered fingers over her plate to grab the pitcher of grape juice.

"Eew." Ma.s.sie said under her breath.

She folded her thin arms tightly across her chest and shot her mother a sarcastic thanks-a-lot thanks-a-lot look. Kendra smiled back innocently. Ma.s.sie rolled her eyes. But before her pupils could finish their journey, she was. .h.i.t with a wave of grape juice that soaked the front of her skirt. look. Kendra smiled back innocently. Ma.s.sie rolled her eyes. But before her pupils could finish their journey, she was. .h.i.t with a wave of grape juice that soaked the front of her skirt.

"EhmaG.o.d!" Ma.s.sie yelled. She pushed away from the table and jumped from her chair.

"Sorry." Todd shrugged his shoulders. "It was an accident."

He was fighting a smile and Ma.s.sie knew he was lying.

"I swear, it's like you were raised by a pack of unbelievably dumb wolves," she said, dabbing her skirt with a white cloth napkin.

"Ma.s.sie," Kendra snapped. She looked at Judi Lyons and shook her head apologetically.

Ma.s.sie blushed. She realized her comment was more insulting to Todd's parents than to Todd but was too upset to apologize. If anyone should be saying "sorry," it was them them. Ever since Labor Day, when the Lyons family left Orlando and moved into the Blocks' guesthouse, Ma.s.sie's life had pretty much sucked. For the last two months Claire had been forcing herself on Ma.s.sie. She crashed Ma.s.sie's carpool, followed her around at school, and even tried to steal Ma.s.sie's best friends. Lately Todd had been fighting for her attention too. The entire family was cramping her style and Ma.s.sie was desperate to shake them. She hated that her dad chose to be "old college buddies" with Jay Lyons. Why couldn't he have picked Calvin Klein?

Todd grabbed a napkin and started rubbing Ma.s.sie's skirt as if he was buffing the hood of a sports car.

"Lemme help you."

"Uchhh. Stay away from me, perv." Ma.s.sie slapped his arm.

Ma.s.sie saw her mother slide the diamond pendant back and forth on the platinum chain around her neck and shoot her husband a stern do-something do-something look from across the table. look from across the table.

"Sweetie, relax," William said to his daughter. "Todd is only trying to help." His voice was firm and fatherly. "I'll buy you another skirt."

"But he did it on purpose," Ma.s.sie said. "I saw him tilt the pitcher on me."

Kendra lifted the dainty china bell beside her dinner plate and shook it until Inez, the Blocks' live-in housekeeper, burst through the swinging door.

"Yes, Mrs. Block?" Inez smoothed the ap.r.o.n on her uniform, then cupped her hand around the tight gray bun on the back of her head. She liked everything in its proper place.

Kendra sighed and directed her gaze toward Ma.s.sie.

Inez took one look at the stain and darted back into the kitchen. She returned with a bottle of seltzer water and a sponge. Ma.s.sie lifted her arms out to her sides and Inez started scrubbing as hard and fast as her bony arms would allow.

"Todd, did you do that on purpose?" Judi Lyons asked her son. She popped a chocolate-covered strawberry into her tiny mouth and did her best to chew it with her mouth closed.

"Of course he did," Ma.s.sie screeched. "He's been staring at me with his big wet cow eyes ever since we sat down."

"Son, it looks like you're about as charming as your old man." Jay Lyons smacked his big belly and let out a hearty chuckle.

Todd kissed his fingertips and winked. Everyone laughed except Ma.s.sie.

"Congratulations, Todd. You finally got me to notice you," Ma.s.sie hissed. "What are you going to do tomorrow when I forget about you again? Blowtorch my bedroom?"

Claire took the napkin off her lap and threw it on her plate.

"Well, at least it's just an outfit, right?" Claire said. "It's not like you were hurt or anything."

"It's not 'just an outfit,' Kuh-laiiire." Ma.s.sie pinched her skirt. "This is is suede." suede."

"Oh," Claire said. Then she chuckled to herself.

"What?" Ma.s.sie snapped.

"I was just thinking how funny it is that, you know, clothes are sooo important to you. That's all."

"Actually, Claire, I find it 'funny' just how UN-important clothes are to you you. You've worn that poo-colored turtleneck three days this week this week. And for some reason, you think those thick cords are for girls, when they're clearly for gangly dorks." Ma.s.sie pointed to Todd. "You know, like your brother."

Ma.s.sie moved away from Inez when she noticed how hard the woman was scrubbing. Chunks of yellow sponge had come off on her skirt. Ma.s.sie was heartbroken. It was the most flattering skirt she had, and now it was destined to become a pillow for her black pug, Bean. She looked directly at Claire as if all of this was her fault.

"Hint, Claire. Next time you order your entire wardrobe from the J. Crew catalog, flip past past the men's section," Ma.s.sie said. "The women's clothes are always in the back." the men's section," Ma.s.sie said. "The women's clothes are always in the back."

"How would you you know?" Claire said to her cords. "I thought you were know?" Claire said to her cords. "I thought you were waaay waaay too fashionable to shop from a too fashionable to shop from a cat-a-log cat-a-log." She said "catalog" the same way she'd say "snot sandwich."

"Hey, whaddaya say we all take a trip to the mall and buy you a new skirt? It'll be fun!" Judi Lyons clapped her pudgy hands and smiled as if she had just announced they were going to start celebrating Christmas five times a year.

Ma.s.sie chugged her Pellegrino so she wouldn't have to respond to the offer. She couldn't imagine anything worse than having to wear something Judi Lyons picked out. The entire family dressed like tourists-oversized T-shirts, light wash denim, and sensible shoes.

"At least my entire entire life doesn't revolve around what people think of my outfits." Claire reached for the bobby pin that kept her overgrown bangs out of her eyes and slid it out of her blond hair. She gathered the pieces of hair that hung around her face and repinned them on the sides of her head. life doesn't revolve around what people think of my outfits." Claire reached for the bobby pin that kept her overgrown bangs out of her eyes and slid it out of her blond hair. She gathered the pieces of hair that hung around her face and repinned them on the sides of her head.

"Hey, I thought we were supposed to be celebrating," Jay Lyons said. "Last time I checked, this was a birthday party." He pinched a piece of yellow cake off his plate and held it under the table for Bean.

Ma.s.sie watched with satisfaction as her fit and trim puppy turned her tiny black nose up at the offer. She patted her thigh and Bean ran to her.

"Daddy, I didn't mean to ruin your party," Ma.s.sie said to William. "It's just that I take pride pride in the way I look." She reached down and straightened the drooping turquoise feather boa around Bean's neck. "You taught me that, remember?" in the way I look." She reached down and straightened the drooping turquoise feather boa around Bean's neck. "You taught me that, remember?"

"Of course I remember, honey," William said. "And you always look perfect to me."

"No thanks to him," Ma.s.sie said, glaring at Todd.

Todd put his head in his hands and slowly rocked back and forth as if he was full of misery and regret. Ma.s.sie knew he was faking, but Claire obviously had no clue.

"Ma.s.sie, there is a difference between pride and obsession," Claire said. She put her arm around Todd's shoulders and continued. "Once you start screaming at ten-year-olds over a skirt, it's an obsession." Claire's hand trembled as she reached for her gla.s.s of soda.

The room was silent.

"Claire has a point, sweetie," Kendra said. She ran her fingers through her silky brown bob. "You haven't walked through the front door without a shopping bag since you were nine."

"That's not true." Ma.s.sie put her hands on her hips and stood tall.

"It is," Claire said. "In the two months I've been here, you've gone shopping in New York City four times. And what about all of the after-school trips to the Westchester Mall?"

"Clothes are a necessity," Ma.s.sie said. "I can't walk around naked, can I?"

"Says who?" Todd said with a devilish grin. "I think you can." think you can."

"Todd!" Judi snapped.

"He's just playing, dear," Jay said. "Aren't you, son?"

"No," Todd said. He winked at his father, who chuckled and shook his head.

Ma.s.sie looked at Todd and rolled her eyes.

"You're a shopoholic," Claire said. "I bet you can't go an entire month without buying new clothes."

"Oh yeah? Well, you're a repeat offender. I bet you couldn't go an entire month without wearing the same outfit twice," Ma.s.sie said. "Keds included."

"Ma.s.sie!" Kendra and William exclaimed at the same time.

"Okay." Claire rose from her seat and stood to face Ma.s.sie. "The first one to fold has to wear the other person's clothes to school for a week."

Ma.s.sie's eyes widened with horror at the thought of having to wear high-waisted Gap jeans and sneakers to school.

"No way," Ma.s.sie said. "You'd be lucky to wear my clothes. That's not a punishment-it's a reward. It's got to be something bad." Ma.s.sie twirled the charm bracelet on her wrist while she thought. "I know, the loser has to wear one of my old snowsuits to cla.s.s for a week. That includes leggings, goggles, ski boots, gloves, and a hat."

"Ma.s.sie, you're being ridiculous," Kendra said.

Ma.s.sie kept her focus on Claire.

"Fine," Claire agreed. She extended her arm and Ma.s.sie grabbed Claire's hand. They shook over and over again, because neither one wanted to be the first to bow out and let go.

"This is great, Claire, thank you," William said with a playful smile. "You just saved me a ton of money."

The parents chuckled. But Claire and Ma.s.sie's expressions didn't change. Their mouths were tightly pursed and both had a look of determination in their eyes.

Ma.s.sie finally tore her hand away to answer her ringing cell phone. She lifted it out of the Louis Vuitton monogrammed case that was clipped to the belt on her skirt and walked out of the room. Bean followed.

"h.e.l.lo?" Ma.s.sie said. She was pacing around the cream-colored rug in the living room.

"Hey, it's Alicia. I have news that's worth at least ten gossip points."

Ma.s.sie felt her heart speed up like it always did when she was about to hear gossip. She knew Alicia Rivera wasn't the type to ask for ten points unless she really deserved them. The Spanish beauty was a gossip expert and knew better than anyone that a decent piece usually earned about five points, max. This had to be big.

"Talk to me," Ma.s.sie said. She sat down in the white wing chair beside the fireplace.

"I was in my golf cla.s.s after school, right?"

"Right." Ma.s.sie slipped out of the chair and started pacing again.

"And while we were stretching ..."

"Yeah? Yeah? What?" Now she was bouncing on her toes.

"I heard Becca Wilder tell Liz Goldman that she thinks you are on your way out out."

"Out?" Ma.s.sie barked at her reflection in the mirror over the mantel. "What do you mean, Ma.s.sie barked at her reflection in the mirror over the mantel. "What do you mean, out?" out?"

"Becca thinks that you're slipping and that you don't seem as in charge as you did last year."

"What did Liz say?"

"Liz agreed," Alicia said. "But that's nothing new. Liz always agrees with Becca. Anyway, they came up with the idea to throw an amazing boy-girl Halloween party so everyone would be talking about them them and not you for a change. They even called it a Halloweenie party." and not you for a change. They even called it a Halloweenie party."

Ma.s.sie was stunned. Her body felt frozen solid and burning hot at the same time. Her head was spinning.

Am I slipping? Are people starting to look at me as a popularity has-been? Why didn't I pick up on this sooner? Are Becca and Liz the only ones who think that, or is the whole grade over me? Why didn't I think of the boy-girl party? It should have been my idea. I always think of everything first!

"This can't be happening," Ma.s.sie heard herself say. She had meant to think it, but like everything these days, it hadn't worked out the way she had planned.

"If you want, I can have my dad's bodyguard scare the idea out of her," Alicia said with a soft giggle.

"No thanks, I'll do it myself," Ma.s.sie said. "I'll show Becca and Liz and the rest of the grade that I'm not slipping. I gotta go." She was about to hang up when she realized Alicia was still on the line.

"Wait," Alicia asked. "What about the ten points?"

"This isn't about points, Alicia," Ma.s.sie said. "It's about pride." And she snapped her phone shut.

Ma.s.sie was about to walk back into the dining room but stopped when she heard her name. She crouched down behind the French doors so no one would see her and held her breath, trying not to miss a single word.

"I honestly don't know what it is with Ma.s.sie and Claire," Judi said. "I thought they would be the best of friends by now."