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YAAY! It's another one of my stories! Sorry about not updating anything in the longest time! I feel horrible, but first I went on vacation for a month, and then my computer was down, and then I was just too busy :(
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Enjoy!
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"Is he looking this way?" Massie hissed to Claire, tilting her head slightly so it wasn't in the direction of the guys'. Claire, however, was deep in conversation with Kristen about some date or other that she and Cam had recently had.
Massie shrugged her bangs out of her eyes and tapped Alicia on the shoulder. Alicia turned around, her perfectly plucked eyebrows raised questioningly. Massie applied a thick layer of French Vanilla lip gloss before giving her friend a pleading look.
Alicia rolled her eyes, knowing what Massie wanted her to do, but obediently turned around casually, pretending to be waving at a random LBR in the nearby lunch table.
She whipped around once she got the info. "Ehmagawd, yes! He's practically drrrooling," She purred, giggling.
Massie groaned, about to place her head on the table before quickly stopping when she noticed how gross it was. The cafeteria help really needed to step it up. "Leesh! That's horrible."
"I thought you liked him!" Alicia replied, examining her hot pink nails.
"Where'd you get that idea?" Massie demanded, a little peeved. "Derrick can go crawl under a rock and die, for all I care." She flipped her brown curls over her shoulder, fire in her eyes.
"Whatevs," Alicia said, shifting through objects in her quilted, gold Chanel purse. "But I still think he likes you."
Massie didn't reply, deciding that anything she spoke might be taken the wrong way. She just shrugged, picking up a celery stick and biting into it, desperately hoping that she could burn enough calories walking around a mall to eat a donut after.
At the guy's table…
"Dude, Kristen is h-o-t hot!" Kemp exclaimed to Derrick and Josh, who were both at the moment talking about the upcoming soccer game this weekend.
Josh glanced at Kristen, who was talking animatedly with Massie. "Yeah," he said, nodding, "She is."
Derrick, playing along, looked at Kristen, but knew that both Josh and him were secretly scooping out their current crushes. "Hmm, you should ask her out, Kemp." He smiled to himself when he saw Massie laugh, tugging on one of her curls the way she always did.
"Maybe I will," Kemp mused, before running a hand through his soft, brown hair and standing up.
"Kemp, right now?" Josh asked, amused. Kemp shrugged.
"Not like she's gonna say no to the Kempster. Imagine this, man - Kristen and Kemp. Kemp and Kristen. The double K's – I like it." Kemp grinned before strutting over to the PC's table, and taking a seat next to Kristen.
"Five bucks she's gonna say yes?" Josh asked Derrick.
"Oh, come on. Kristen's a smart girl, I don't think she'll go for guys like Kemp." Derrick countered. Massie's smart, too. What makes you think that she'll go for a guy like you?
"Nahh, it's Kemp. He's the biggest player in the world. He's gone out with like, all the girls in our grade." Josh pointed out.
"True, dude, but I'm still betting ten that Kris is gonna say no." Derrick said.
"Do what you want, but you're the one who'll be paying when the lunch bell rings." Josh said cockily.
Derrick shrugged. "Is it a deal?"
"It's a deal."
They shook on it.
Kemp makes his move…
"Ehmagawd!" Kris shrieked when she felt herself being lifted into the air. She almost fainted when she saw that she was off the ground, but forced herself to swallow her fears and looked down at who had picked her up.
"Kemp!" She complained when she saw his familiar sparkling blue eyes and shaggy brown hair. She slapped his bicep, "Let go!"
"Ouch," he said playfully, rubbing his arm as he sat down, placing her on his lap. He winked at her, smirking, "I like them feisty."
"Ew!" Kristen said, flipping her hair, which barely missed Kemp's face. "What are you doing, why am I in your lap, and what do you want?"
"Hey, a guy can't sit with his girlfriend?" Kemp wondered, pulling a mock hurt face.
Kristen squirmed in his lap, but he tightened his hold on her waist and she exhaled loudly. "A guy can, when he has a girlfriend. And you don't!" Shocked at her quick comeback, Kemp let go and Kristen jumped off, checking frantically to make sure that her hair was in mint condition.
Massie looked at Kemp, raising an eyebrow and silently sending a that-is-not-how-you-get-a-girl message. "Wow, Kemp, you're really smooth."
"Don't worry, I'm sure there's a girl for you somewhere out there," Alicia said, smiling brightly.
"Yeah," Dylan agreed, sincerity dripping in her voice. "Someone who doesn't have much style, is almost blind, and boring."
Kristen didn't say anything, but sent a dazzling, flirtatious smile at Kemp, which caused him to falter and almost fall off the chair.
Massie grinned, but she decided that there had been enough. Snapping her manicured fingers, she called out, "Let's go, girls." Immediately Claire, Alicia, Dylan and Kristen all stood up, smoothing down their skirts. "Bye, Kemp," They cooed at him before clicking away in their five-inch Louboutins.
Derrick and Josh…
"Oh, man, that was the best thing this school has seen this year!" Josh said, laughing hysterically.
Derrick, holding onto the lunch table to keep from falling over, nodded in agreement. "Did you see Kemp's face when she jumped off him?"
"Oh yeah! And—all the girls—dissing him?" Josh said, taking deep breaths between laughter.
"Man, they have guts. I haven't seen Kemp take a beating like that since, well, forever!"
Kemp, looking surly, joined them at the table. "Hey."
Derrick whooped. "And the man of the hour is back!"
"So, how'd things go?" Josh pushed, knowing that Kemp knew he knew exactly how they went. However, Kemp grinned, much to their surprise. "Great! Me and Kris are gonna be an item in no time."
"Keep dreaming, dude! We saw how Massie and her jabbed you! Everyone in the school saw it." Josh said, punching Kemp on the shoulder. Derrick nodded fervently, tilting his head to indicate the students of BOCD who were still snickering into their hands.
Kemp shrugged. "Maybe so, but that's the only sure way you know a girl likes you."
"By dissing you? Yeah, that's gold," Derrick laughed. Suddenly, he stopped and turned to his best friend. "Josh, my man, I believe we have some business."
Josh blanked for a moment, but swore loudly when he got the message. "Damn Kemp and his lame moves," he said, before reluctantly handing over two five dollar bills from his leather Ralph Lauren wallet to Derrick.
Derrick stood up, pocketing the money. "Ladies and gentlemen," he boomed in a deep voice, "thank ya, thank ya very much." With a pelvic thrust that could have rivalled the King of Rock's, he gathered up his lunch and left his two friends hanging.
School's ended…
Alicia groaned loudly. "Ehmagawd, I thought I was gonna die of boredom in there," she said, referring to their English class.
Kristen shrugged. "Yeah, but it was pretty interesting if you really listened. Like that part about how English dated back to…"
Massie interrupted. "Kris, that's really cool, but we've got bigger and better things to discuss." Kristen rolled her eyes, but sweeped back her hair and bit her glossy lips.
Massie looked around, making sure no one was listening, but sighed. "Too many LBRs. I'll text you."
At once the beautiful girls whipped out their custom-made, diamond-covered cells, their fingers hovering over the swivel keyboards as if they were preparing for battle.
Massiekur: every1 here?
Kris-x: ya
Dylpickle: hi
Dancerbabe: hola!
Massie glanced around. She had gotten everyone's but Claire's. Knowing that Claire, being inexperienced as she was with cell phones and texting, was probably still turning on her phone, she sighed and quickly wrote:
Massiekur: I'll jst count C in
Dylpickle: gud call
Claire21: srry
"Finally!" Kristen breathed, saying it as well as texting it.
Massiekur: watevs. Here's the news – Mom let me hav a party!!
Dancerbabe: omg
Kris-x: it's gonna b awsum!
Dylpickle: defs!
Dancerbabe: OMG!! When + where?
Dylpickle: outfits!
Kris-x: who's invted?
Massiekur: tht I need sum help w/
Claire21: yay!
Massiekur: C, keep up w/ us! Every1 pck 10 ppl 2day
Kris-x: n those r the ppl who r invited?
Dylpickle: Smrt
Dancerbabe: No LBRS, must b least a 7
Massiekur: agreed
Dylpickle: every1's leavin soon, we shud hrry
Clair21: cn Layne cum?
Dancerbabe: no way!!
Kris-x: she's not that bad
Massiekur: Y, she can cum. But no mre lbrs
Kris-x: k
Dancerbabe: let's do it alredy!
Massie didn't bother replying, but signalled that the text meeting was closed by flipping her phone shut with a loud 'click!'
"Okay, girls, we've got a mission. Twenty minutes, find ten hawt people – five girls, five guys. And don't worry," She smiled, "Tomahawks are automatically invited." She said it just to please the girls, but inside she was extremely worried.
She was so not in the mood for any more Derrington. Especially his tricks. No matter how hawt he was – and he was a total HART – or how shaggy anad soft his blond hair looked, or his special smile that she always thought he hd just for her…Why was she always thinking of him, anyways? It wasn't like they were dating! She was way too good for him! They were over. OVER!
"Mass? You okay?" Alicia waved her hand in front of Massie's face, her chunky gold bracelets jingling.
"Huh? Oh, uhm…yeah. Let's go." Massie assumed the position of a leader, and Dylan wandered off to the right to some people in her homeroom, while Leesh immediately strutted over to a group of hot guys. Kristen saw some of her soccer mates and speed-walked over to them, her blond hair glimmering in the sunlight. Claire stood there, a bit awkwardly, before catching sight of Layne.
Massie, amazingly, was alone for a few precious seconds before out of nowhere the ever-annoying Derrington himself showed up.
"What, it's not enough you're in my thoughts, but now you have to be here, too?" Massie snapped, before realizing her mistake and quickly covering her mouth with her hands.
Derrick just smiled at her – that smile – with his hands shoved into the pocket of his jeans. "Hey."
Massie quickly dropped her hands, realizing embarrassingly that she had pulled a total LBR move. She looked coolly at Derrick. "What do you want?"
"I heard you were holding a party."
"How did you hear that? I just gave the news out." Massie exclaimed, a little shocked.
Derrick shrugged. "I have my ways."
Not letting his mysteriousness bother her, Massie rolled her eyes and flipped back her curls. "Whatever. Yeah, I'm having a party."
"Do I get a personal invite?" Derrick teased playfully. Without thinking, Massie smiled. She quickly bit her lips and slipped back into her alpha mode.
"Sorry, you'll have to wait like everyone else."
"No special treatment for me?"
"Nope. That's only for special people."
"Are you saying you think I'm not special?" Derrick joked, putting a hand over his heart.
"I'm saying," Massie said slowly, carefully dropping in the right amount of venom that she wanted. Not enough to make him feel horrible, but enough to make him shut up and think about. "I'm saying that I know you're not special."
With that, Massie turned on her metallic purple Vera Wang heels and walked away gracefully, her presence still hanging in the still air.
Derrick let out a long breath that he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "She is so hot," he whispered to himself.
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