Girly.X.Girl gave me the idea for this story! Seriously, go read hers its ah-mazing! ;D okay well i hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own the clique!
Massie shivered. She couldn't believe it. Her best friend.
Dead.
Her arms were crossed over her chest. She wasn't listening to the guy talking about her dead friend. She could only hear people sniffling and sobbing around her. She squeezed her eyes shut and more tears drifted out. She couldn't believe there was still some left. She stood there with her eyes closed trying not to think about anything.
"Massie."
Massie gasped and jumped around. She saw it was Derrick and put her hand to her heart, feeling it beat fast, and started to cry again.
"Sorry. I'm sorry." Derrick pushed her head to his chest and stroked her hair.
"Sorry." Massie sniffled and tried to smile "You...scared me."
"I know. I didn't mean to sneak up on you."
People walked by them and told Massie they were so sorry about her loss. She looked at the box where her friend's body lay. She looked at the ground.
"What is it?" Derrick asked softly.
After a pause Massie whispered "It's my fault."
Derrick held her at arms length "No it isn't." He said firmly "Some jerk killed Kristen because he's an idiot."
"But it's because of me!" Massie sobbed.
"Massie, this freak is obsessed with you, yes, and that is why he killed your best friend, but that is not your fault in any way, and no one thinks it it."
Massie sniffled. "I'm so scared." She whispered.
Derrick hugged Massie again. "Don't worry. They've got him in jail. Everything's alright now."
Or so they thought.
"I'm leaving for the night." Detective Ericston said, walking out the door.
"Okay." His secretary said. "Oh wait. This came in for you yesterday."
He reached over and took the file from her hand. He opened the flap and pulled out a piece of paper.
"What is it?" His secretary asked.
He didn't answer. He flipped it over and froze.
"Oh no."
Okay I know it's short and Yes, I did get that last part from Prom Night. Okay, R&R. THanks!