I don't own the clique at all it belongs to Lisi Harrison...

Massie Block was my first girlfriend. She was the first girl that I fell head over heels for and the first girl to make me feel like shit. So when she left and didn't say goodbye it stung. I wasn't heartbroken because that's for pansies, but I was disappointed. It's hard to accept the fact that the girl who had such a big effect in my life didn't even say goodbye. How is it fair that she means so much to me and I mean so little to her? I'm not going to lie, when my parents said we were going to visit them I was excited. We would be having dinner with the Blocks tomorrow evening.

Dinner was in one word awkward, she sat from me and tried desperately not to look at me it all felt strained. It was strange to look at her and remember how easily we use to be able to talk to one and other. I know that our relationship crumbled because of me, but couldn't she see that I was trying to fix it.

"I'm going for a walk," she said rising from the table.

"Okay sweetie, Derrick why don't you join her?" Kendra said.

"Sure," I mumbled quietly.

It was raining slightly so she grabbed an umbrella before we left. I held it between the two of us. Neither of us were talking, but the silence wasn't awkward it was comfortable.

"Wanna sip?" she asked offering a flask from her back pocket.

"You drink?" i asked.

I stopped walking and looked straight at her to observe her. Sure she changed a little, but she still is my Block. I inhaled her perfume a smell I haven't smelled for a while, I missed it.

"Derr-ick are you an astronaut?" she asked smirking.

"No why?" I asked smiling knowing what was coming next.

"Then why are you spacing?" she said and at that moment we both started cracking up.

"Block you wouldn't imagine how much I missed that."

"You wouldn't imagine how much I missed being called Block,"

"Block, you will always be Block to me," I said wiggling my butt a little like I had in seventh grade.

"I see that old habits die hard," she said with her famous half smile.

"So you were checking out my butt?" I asked raising an eyebrow suggestively. Her face turned bright red and she quickly looked away.

"You wish," she said. I ignored that comment and asked her, "Why didn't you say goodbye to me and the guys?"

"Derrick," she said pronouncing my name like a teacher to a young child who never learns. "It was hard enough to say goodbye to the girls, and I didn't want to see their happy faces." I was about to argue with her but then I remembered how when the guys heard the news they threw a party and shouted, "Ding dong the bitch it gone the bitch is gone."

She smiled at me and amber eyes meet caramel ones. I forgot how striking and beautiful her eyes were, they had little flecks of gold in them I mentally noted.

"Massie!" shouted a boy who looked to be about a year older than me.

"Hi James," she said while he quickly gave her a kiss on the cheek. I felt as if she had taken a knife and stabbed me in the gut. "Derrick this is my boyfriend James and James this is Derrick we use to go to school together." The knife went deeper in my gut with that sentence. Was that all I meant to her? Just another guy who she use to go to school with. "Well, goodbye Derrick," she started walking away with James. That stung even more, I had finally gotten my goodbye it was just nothing in the way that I imagined it to be like.

The next day I was in the cafe with my family playing with the M pin Massie had given to me. "Derrick there's Massie why don't you go say hi," my mom said. I just shook my head no. She then went on to talk to my father. My eyes meet Massie and once again amber met caramel. She gave me a soft smile back and a quick wave. Then she stood up and left hand in hand with James. Sammi saw this and the look on my face.

"Derr, if you love something set it free." I began to roll my eyes but she continued, "If it comes back it's yours if it doesn't she was never yours to begin with," and then she went back to babbling with our parents.

Maybe not today Massie, but maybe another day soon...