-- Takes place after, Bratfest at Tiffany's.

-- Instead of leaving the chapter titles with just the date and area, I decided to add actual interesting chapter titles.

-- Hmm... What should I call it? Taps Chin Okay, I have an idea ----"Cross my heart, fingers crossed"

Friday, September 18th

Sometime in the afternoon

Briarwood-Octavian Country Day School

Table Eighteen

Like most good stories it started with drama,

"Kuh-laire, what are you staring at?" Massie Block hissed, nudging Claire Lyons in the gut, just after they had cheered for the 8th grade year to start. "Oh, nothing. Just," Claire paused, and her face changed to a confident look. "Cam. Just Cam." She replied, shifting her legs slightly. Massie narrowed her eyes, and shot daggers at Claire's blonde bomber head. Claire gulped silently, wishing that Principal Burns would announce that Massie had some kind of emergency that she had to attend to, but it never happened.

To Claire's utter surprise, Massie's glare softened, and turned to a lazy smile. "Go ahead," Massie said, letting her shoulders hang back from basic Alpha-S Position. "What!" Claire exclaimed, almost springing up. They had just ended the Boyfast, but Massie letting herself to just go ahead and sit with Cam, was just --- unbelievable.

"Don't make a scene," Massie hissed again, pulling Claire back down onto the oily bamboo seat of Briarwood-Octavian Country Day School. "Well, can I go?" Claire asked, biting her lower lip, peering over Massie's bob --- to Cam. "Rewind," Massie said, lifting a manicured finger. "Didn't I just say 'Go ahead'?" Claire stared at the ceiling, and then back at Massie. "Well, yeah. But," Claire was interrupted by, Massie.

"Pretty Committee!" She hissed. In unison, the heads of Alicia Rivera, Dylan Marvil, Kristen Gregory, and Claire Lyons whipped their heads to face Massie. Massie paused for dramatic effect, and then spoke. "Today, the Boyfast is now, officially over. Yes, I know I said it before. But, no rules apply anymore to the Boyfast. And, were not the 'New Pretty Committee any more. We're the Pretty Committee. The new just hung their taking up space, so let the eighth grade year begin ---" Massie stopped talking, just as Alicia stood up.

"Thanks Mass. See you girls… later!" She called, speed-walking toward, none other than, Josh Hotz. She slipped next to him, and the two immediately began talking. Massie looked disgusted, but smiled all the same. "So," She began, throwing eye-daggers at Alicia. "Let the Eighth Grade year begin…," She paused, and stared at all of her best friends. "Now," Right at the second when Massie spoke the 'ow' in 'Now', all the girls flew up out of their seats and to their ex-crushes.

Dylan sprinted to Kemp Hurley and Chris Plovert. Kristen ran to Dune Surfer Boy like she was about to win the Olympia's Sprint, and Claire, sheepishly, ran-walked to Cam's side. He put her arm around her, and she looked up into his eyes, and smiled. Massie stayed behind, staring at Derrington, and then Dempsey. Derrington… or Dempsey. Fabulous or Fabulous. She couldn't choose, but then she made a silent graph in her mind, showing her who to choose.

Derrington or Dempsey...?

------- Massie's Chart -------

Why Der-Bear: (Derrington)

He's a Soccer Boy He has the most hawtest teeth ever! He always calls me 'Block' He can always make me laugh He'll raise my 'ALPHA' status

Why Humpty-Hawttie: (Dempsey)

He's very, very cute times two He can always bring a smile to my face Whenever I see him, I get butterflies Whenever I see him, my palms get sweaty Whenever I see him, I am Blushville He has the most gorgeous tan in the world He could seriously, be an Abercrombie model I think he secretly is The fact that I transformed him from 'Cute' to 'Ehmagawd, Hawt!!!' I just love when he talks to me The feeling that I get when I'm near him is totally unexplainable His Au Revoire cologne is ah-may-zing! He's something new, and fresh He doesn't try to be something he's nawt He's totally nawt immature, like someone… He's always himself He's just… D e m p s e y

Massie overviewed the graphs, and the comparing charts, she obviously had her choice by one look at it, in her mind. She picked up her Gucci Burnt-Orange Hobo, carried it up to her elbow, stood up, and stared at her crowd. Things were back to normal, well at least mostly. She stared at all of her friends, now to their regular giggly selves, staring into the eyes of their "now" crushes. Massie re-glossed, stared at all of her friends, LBRs, parents, OCD staff, and everyone else as she slowly made her way straight down the lunch room from table eighteen. Then, with a swift motion of her heels, she turned to the left --- to Dempsey.