The Block Estate
OCD Benefit
4:35 PM
I remember when I saw her at the OCD Scholarship benefit at the Block estate. Her white-blond hair was wavy and hanging down, with nothing whatsoever done to it, as far as I could see.
She wasn't dressed up as fancy as the other girls that were clinging to each other, whispering and staring at each other with looks of disdain. She caught my eye, as soon as I arrived there. Wearing a white fuzzy sweater, khaki shorts, and black-and-white Keds, she was still pretty cute.
"Dude! Who are you staring at? C'mon, this scholarship slash party thing is boring. We've got to get it started!" my friend, Derrick, trumpeted, smacking me on the back.
"No one... and, dude, what are you wearing?" I laughed. Derrick was wearing his ragged soccer jersey, shorts, and sandals. "I thought this was supposed to be a "classy" -air-quoting the word- "benefit, or if you say, party. "
"So did I… but then I changed my mind," Derrick smirked.
"Whatever." It was then that I noticed a glossy, brown-haired-very, very hot girl eyeing us, trying to look like she was bored and just glancing at the people. But I could tell she was checking us out. I was irresistible. My friends were irresistible. The freaking soccer team was irresistible.
"Who's that?" Derrick muttered to our soccer buddies, Chris Plover, Kemp Hurly, and Danny Robbins. "She's hot."
"That girl?" I asked, indicating her with a shrug of my shoulder. But I was interested… way interested. My curious interest in that other girl was way, way long gone. She giggled, talking to her three other friends: a curly redhead with piercing green eyes, a blonde with green-blue eyes, and an amazingly pretty Spanish girl with huge boobs. She looked like a model.
"Yeah. Where are you, man? I thought we came here to check out the girls!" He smacked me again on the back.
"Yeah, I guess she's pretty." I said. Hold up, what? Did I just say-hey, wasn't that Massie Block? As in, the Massie Block whose parents were hosting the OCD Benefit?
"Guess? Someone smack him. Or pour…" The next thing I knew, someone had poured water on me. My friends were cracking up; spit flying from their mouths.
"Thanks a lot," I grumbled. Why was I so moody? Before I knew it, the brunette that we'd been looking up was parading up to us.
"Hey. I'm Massie Block," she said casually, looking us up and down. She paused, clearly waiting for someone to say something. I could see her swallow, and could tell she was nervous. "Who're your friends?"
Derrick, Plovert, and Danny stared. And stared. And stared. I smiled at her-yes! I was smart enough to remember her name! Hah on you, Harrington.
"Those guys are my friends, Derrick, Chris, and Danny," I replied, gesturing towards them when I said their names. "And my name's Cameron-weeeell, Cameron's a dorky name, so my friends call me Cam."
"So, I'm your friend?" she asked with a sly smile.
"If you say so." I shrugged again, swallowing. God, she was hot. But I totally knew that Derrick would pounce on her-well, not literally, but he wanted her. Probably all of the Briarwood guys did.
"Great." She flashed an alluring smile, or so she probably hoped, at me and walked away, flipping her ultra-straight hair. As soon as she got back to her "girlfriends", they giggled and proceeded to, what I guessed, gossip.
"Wow." The three other guys were staring in awe at me.
"What?" I asked, annoyed by their open show of admiration. Could they even act mature? Whoa. What the freaking hell was I saying? Was I Mr. Maturity all of a sudden? And why was I talking to myself?
"You going for Massie Block, dude? Actually, I'll answer that. YES! You'd be crazy to turn down a girl like that." Derrick blurted. "But you won't go for her, will you?" He stared at me, smiling slightly, but I knew Derrick. He didn't want me to go for her.
A sudden flash. I whirled around, and white light blinded my eyes. Dying! Dying! Oh, wait… just that girl and her friend again. Man, she was cute too…
"No! I don't like her!" What the hell just came out of my mouth?
Danny gasped. "You did not just say that, boyfriend," he scolded, acting like a girl and shaking a finger in front of me, wiggling his butt.
"Oh yes he did! Am I wrong? He did!" Chris said.
The guys cracked up again, and Derrick was laughing so hard he needed to hold the table.
I stalked away, yanking my loose geeky button-down shirt. "Shut up," I snarled.
The guys exchanged a glance. "Someone's been missing their beauty rest." Derrick smirked.
A flash blinded me. Was I dying? If I was, how was I dying? Why was I repeating myself? Who knows? When the light cleared, I realized that it was only from a camera and that cute blonde girl was the owner of the camera. She was laughing with this weirdly dressed brown-haired girl with green eyes. Hanging close to her was Chris Abeley with his hothothothothot girlfriend.
She had a good smile. I stopped in mid-step. What was I thinking? I was actually falling for this girl I hardly knew. And I only knew her from a distance. I was acting like a… love-struck girl. And what about Massie?
I shook my head and accompanied my friends as we strode boldly to the girls and asked them to dance. The blonde and the redhead each danced with Derrick; the Spanish girl danced with Chris; some other girl danced with Danny. Who did I dance with? I danced with Massie Block.
My name's Cam Fisher. And this is my story about the time I met my girlfriend, to the times I broke up with her and got back together with her.
REWRITTEN AS OF 9/22/08!
