the following sentences are NOT author notes, but part of the story
It's not good to keep things bottled up, like secrets, for example. If secrets and lies pile up and up and up, soon, the come thing will come tumbling down and you'll be blurting everything out, destroying all. Sound familiar? Well, this just may be the plot of this story. Is it? Read and see.
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Massie Block swung her hips in time to the music blasting from the speakers. She was holding her annual "summer's ending" pool party at the Block Estate for all the A-listers at Westchester Private High. She knew everyone wanted to have fun before senior year in high school started in two days. Massie felt her spirits lower. She did nawt want to apply for ivy league universities, take the entrance exams, really study, or go to interviews dressed in scratchy suits and be asked questions like "So tell me about yourself." Seriously, how was a girl to sum up her entire life in a few sentences? Massie shivered suddenly and then held her head up high. No. She would deal with all that later. Right now, it was time to have some serious fun.
Claire Lyons tried to concentrate on the softness of Cam's lips and the gentleness of his tongue but she couldn't. So instead, Claire opened her eyes and observed the party scene. She saw Alicia Rivera alone with Josh Hotz in the corner of the pool, making out. She saw Dylan Marvil stuffing her mouth with creme brules, and Kristen Gregory playing water volleyball with some people. She saw Massie, whose smile on her mouth did not reach the smile in her eyes. She had to be thinking of something. Claire's heart immediately picked up speed. Did she know? But she was immediately reassured when Massie caught her eye and smiled warmly at her; this time, the smile did reach her eyes. Phew. She doesn't know Claire thought.
That bitch Massie said in her head. She seriously thinks I don't know what she did? But Massie did feel proud of herself for perfecting her fake warm smiles to make them seem real. She's definitely in for it. Just you wait, Claire Lyons. You're dead.
Claire tried to concentrate on anything she could find. She just needed something to distract her from the guilt she was feeling right now from kissing Cam. So she looked up, and saw Massie facing away from her, lying against Derrington's chest while they danced. Her heart skipped a beat when Derrington looked up and into Claire's eyes, smiling a smile that was both happy and sad at the same time. She knew that that was the smile on her face too. Claire could feel her heart flutter when Derrington moved his head in a gesture to the right, and Claire nodded. She pulled away from Cam gently and said, "I have to go the bathroom. Be right back."
Cam smiled sweetly and said, "Sure. I'll go get us some drinks." Claire nodded and hurried in the direction of the bathroom, and when she was certain no one was staring at her, she ducked behind a cart carrying tarts and other treats.
Derrington stroked Massie's hair and said, "Hey, Block. I'll be right back. Bathroom."
"Can I come?" Massie said slyly, fingering a strand of her hair. Derrington laughed and said, "I really got to go. Really."
Massie pouted prettily and said, "Hurry back. The next song is my favorite." Derrington nodded and practically ran in the direction of the bathroom. He couldn't wait for what was ahead. Derrington walked to the door of the bathroom and waited. In exactly five seconds, Claire arrived, looking pretty and flustered.
"I missed y-" Derrington started, but Claire quickly put a hand over his mouth and hissed, "Shhhhh!! They are people here. Let's go to a private place, where Massie doesn't have securty cameras." And with that, Claire led him upstairs and into William Block's coat closet. "I know she doesn't have cameras here since no one is allowed upstairs in the house when she's holding a party."
"And now I can say what I was going to say. I missed you so much," Derrington grinned, and kissed her gently on the lips.
"We saw each other yesterday," giggled Claire. Derrington shrugged and kissed her again, this time harder. Claire was always shocked at how...coordinated they were for each other. His lips were soft and perfect on hers; they never clacked teeth once. Derrington caressed her head gently in his hands and Claire ran her fingers through his dirty blonde hair. She loved him. But a little voice in the back of her head said, "What about Cam?"
A/N- if you don't like the affair couple pairing, before you hit the button for send review, please hear me out. I'm really really sorry, but I got bored with the same couple pairings over and over again. Don't get me wrong, I do like the pairings camxclaire and massiexderrington. You can read my other clique stories to see. But just this once, i'd like to try something new (at least for me). So please don't flame me if you don't like this!!!!!!!
