Here is the new story. I don't have much to say because it's three in the morning, but review, and I hope you like it.

Summary: I've been friends with Claire since we were four and she ambushed me for my ring-pop. Now we're seventeen, and Claire's changed. Not like seventh grade changed, but this is worse. Much worse, and I'm pretty sure I'm the reason things are bad for her. My problem is though, it that I have no idea what I did.

At five thirty, seventeen year old, Derrick Harrington's alarm clock bleated out a painful noise. He groaned in frustration, and reached his arm over in attempts to tell it to shut the hell up.

All he told it was that it needed to be on the floor instead of the nightstand.

Derrick's best friend of thirteen, almost fourteen years sighed from beside him. "Derrick, can you please remove your right elbow from my left ear?"

"Oh shit, sorry, Claire." Derrick sat up in his bed, stretching his arms above his head. A loud yawn racked through his track tanned, and toned body.

"Thank you. Do we still have time for our run? My phone went off at five, but I turned the alarm off." Claire sat up, next to Derrick.

He looked down at his decommissioned alarm clock. "What time does your phone say?"

Claire's long, white-blond hair covered her face as she leaned over the bed to pick her iPhone out of the drawer in the right nightstand that it currently resided in.

"It says five thirty five. We have time for a run. If we make it short." She jumped out of the king-sized bed, her long and tanned legs hitting the floor gracefully.

"Coach King would beat out asses black and blue if we missed a day."

"Which is the exact reason why we should get going."

"I'm going to use the bathroom." Derrick said, throwing the navy-blue comforter off his boxer-clad body.

Claire blindly groped around the floor until Derrick flicked on the light for her. She slid her legs into her black Under Armour running shorts and her black sports bra. She threw her long hair up into a messy bun, threw on some ankle socks lying on the ground, and slipped on her New Balance running shoes.

She heard the toilet flush, and straightened up. Claire pulled the spray glue from her back pack and sprayed some underneath the edges of her shorts so they wouldn't ride up.

The bathroom door opened, and despite Claire and Derrick having known each other for almost fourteen years, she still had to marvel at how he looked shirtless.

He was perfectly toned, with bronzed six pack abs. His muscles were defined, and flexed with his every move.

He smirked his terrible smirk.

"Oh shut up. You stare at me all of the time."

"Well duh. That's because you're hot."

Claire rolled her sea-green eyes. "I'm going to grab a granola bar. Do you want one?"

"Yes, please."

Claire quietly stepped down the circular staircase, due to Peter and Anna not being up. She went into the stainless steel kitchen.

Derrick's house was like almost every other mansion on Chestnut Manor: huge, and modern. There were six bedrooms, and six bathrooms. There was level one, where two of the bathrooms were, a kitchen, and a living room. The second level was considered to be the main one. It had Peter and Anna's bedroom, Kristen -Derrick's twin sister- and Derrick's bedrooms, and bathrooms in each of the bedrooms. The third floor was where they spent the majority of the time. It had one bathroom, a media room with ten massage chairs, three plasma screen televisions, and the Harrington's had as many game consoles as Europe had small countries. The exercise room was lined with state of the art equipment, mirrors acted as wallpaper, a ballet bar, a flat-screen television powered by the exercise equipment, four weight sets, and a smoothie bar. All together, the house sat on five acres of land.

"Ready to go?" Derrick asked, bouncing into the kitchen.

"Yeah," Claire grabbed two nutri-grain bars from the spacious pantry. She threw one to Derrick, and stuffed one down her sports bra as she normally did.

They were ready to go.

Claire grabbed her pedometer from her purse, which hung on a coat rack outside of the kitchen door.

They went out the front door, and across the lawn.

"Do you want to do a quick run, or a slower run? Derrick asked, falling behind slightly. He was a distance man, and Claire was a sprinter, so their paces were different.

"Today's a Friday, so it'll be a technique day. Let's do a slow mile. Ten minutes?" Claire questioned, going around a turn.

Derrick rolled his eyes. "All of you sprinters have no lung capacity, or resiliency, with your short breaths, and ABA patterns. Sure, we can do ten minutes."

"Hey, the 55 and 100m has brought in the points. Not like the 26 points men's track got at qualifying."

Derrick's face scrunched up like he was mocking her. "Fine Lyons, whatever you say. We can do a five minute mile if you would like to. I can even leave you here."

Claire rolled her eyes, not feeling any of the threat. "The last time you tried to impress me like that was two years ago, and you almost tore a tendon. You wouldn't want to have to explain to Coach how you have to sit out for the rest of the season, would you? That'd be really bad for your plan to impress Hunter, the hurdler."

Derrick's face pulled up into a lazy grin. "God, Claire. I have to ask her out. And soon. She has got to be the coolest girl I have ever met."

"Ugh, I'm hurt, Derrick." In actuality, Claire was. Maybe it was because Derrick had called another girl he had known for all of four days, "the coolest girl he has ever met", or maybe it was due to something else. Something entirely different, but completely related. Hmm, maybe.

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Track terminology:

ABA Pattern: It's a breathing technique sprinters use. It goes, inhale right, exhale left, inhale right. Distance runners use AAABBB, which is inhale right, inhale right, inhale right, exhale left, exhale left, exhale left. Sprinters take shorter breaths, because their events are the shortest. The 55m is the shortest running event. It is half of a straight-away on a track.

Points: Points are easily gained at a track meet. You gain points by coming in the top six. In the county that I live in, there are about eight people per group. Groups switch out people after the event is done for those eight people. Then, the next eight run. It is almost impossible to not score anything, and most schools are scoring into the 100's during meets.

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