Teen Vogue
Tuesday, March 27th, 2015
3:15 P.M.
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"HARRINGTON! HARRINGTON! HARRINGTON!" The t.v. rang with noises of a crazy crowd, cheering on their all-star soccer MVP playing for the New York Cougars.
"Turn that shit off, Karen!" Massie cried at her co-worker at Teen Vogue magazine. She couldn't listen to it anymore.
"But it's a tie score! And I love Derrick Harrington! He's just so…" she paused and sighed. "Dreamy."
"Oh please, he's a cocky motherfucker," Massie said, typing more into the computer.
"You don't know that! You don't even know him!" Karen added.
Massie sighed. Of course she knew him. He was her high school sweetheart who broke her heart. But she would never tell that to Karen, his number one fan.
Cougar Stadium
Tuesday, March 27th, 2015
3:55 P.M.
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"Great game out there, man" Cam Fisher said, patting his best friend on the back with one hand. The other hand was holding his girlfriend's hand, Claire.
"Thanks dude, I knew we could whip their asses!" Derrick Harrington said, throwing his hands up in the air.
He had been playing for the Cougars ever since he graduated high school when he was eighteen. They didn't care that he hadn't gone to high school; they just knew that he was meant to be a star. Now, at twenty three, he really was their star player.
He said goodbye to his friends and hopped into his Ferrari, driving back to his apartment. He lived with his friend, Josh Hotz. He pulled his car into the driveway and entered. He wasn't surprised to see Josh's girlfriend, Alicia Rivera, there. She was a talk-show host and had her own show called Alicia. Creative, huh?
"You're a fucking beast, D" Josh said when Derrick walked through the door, referring to the game which they watched on t.v.
"Thanks, Josh" he said, chuckling grabbing a Gatorade from the fridge. "I'll just be upstairs leaving you two alone" Derrick said, winking and then laughing as he walked up the New York apartment swirl staircase. For a second he wondered why Josh wasn't at work at the radio station. And then he remembered that it was only four o'clock and he didn't work till six.
Pinkberry
Tuesday, March 27th, 2015
6:12 P.M.
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"So how about the guy area? Anything going on there?" Kristen Gregory asked Massie as she scooped more of her yogurt.
"Psh, no. It seems like all the guys I date end up being fucked up. So, I'm just waiting for someone right to come along," Massie responded.
"It's all work, no fun with you Blocks" Kristen said, smiling. She knew that wasn't truly the case with Massie. Of course not. But lately sometimes it seemed like it.
"So naht true!" Massie said, flinging a wip of her frozen yogurt at Kristen's head.
"You're so gonna pay for that!" She said, both of them laughing like good old times.
Teen Vogue
Wednesday, March 27th, 2015
8:31 A.M.
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Massie walked into the office, Starbucks in hand. She was going to sit at her desk when the secretary called her name. She turned back.
"Ms. Parsins wants to see you now," she said.
"Alright, thanks," Massie responded, wondering why the boss would want to see her. Did she do something wrong? Oh no.
She put her things down at her desk and knocked twice on Ms. Parsins' door. She heard a "come in" and did so.
"Hi, Ms. Parsins. Stephanie told me that you wanted to see me," Massie said, having a seat in one of the chairs in front of her desks.
"Yes, yes. Don't worry, it's not a bad thing. It's good actually. I want you to write an article for the magazine," she started.
"Wow, this is an honor. Thanks! About what?"
"Well, you need to get interviews and really research. It's that soccer player. Oh what's his name? Derrick Harrington!"
"Wait, seriously?" Massie asked, remaining calm. But on the inside she couldn't handle it. She hadn't seen Derrick Harrington since the breakup at the end of senior year. She remembered it perfectly. They were the IT couple, the couple everyone wished they could be like. And out of nowhere, at the end of senior year, he said he wasn't sure if they could make it last. She was heartbroken and vowed never to talk to him again. Maybe she could just ask her boss if she could do someone else.
"I knew you'd be thrilled. All the girls love him! And one thing, this determines your job. If you don't do a good job, well, we're going to have to let you go, Massie."
"Great, thanks," Was all Massie said before leaving. She couldn't believe it, she really couldn't. Of six billion people in the world, it had to be him.