A/N: 2nd Massington story, hope you guys like (: This is just a short-ish story that I thought up of. It'll only have 3 or 4 chapters, at the most.
This story goes from when Massie's in 7th grade, flashbacks from P.S I Loathe You and Sealed With a Diss
The next part of the story is when they're all 24. Read and review! Thanks everyone!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Clique or any of the characters. Oh, or the song Breakeven by the Script. :) k, enjoy!
And When a Heart Breaks, It Don't Breakeven...
Massie Block could feel a tear sliding down her face which was the opposite of acceptable-even if she was alone in her large bedroom-which felt even more lonely than usual. Earlier that night, Dylan and Derrick had shown up at her house-hadn't Dylan ever heard of the girl code? Some friend she was. She released the hold on both of them…but she felt emptier than ever. She couldn't help thinking that she'd still be with Derrington now; if she had just…Her thoughts brought her back to a very different time, yet she remembered it like it was yesterday.
She had just dropped off the rest of the Pretty Committee home from Skye's party. Claire had run back into the guesthouse once the Range Rover had pulled up to the gravelly driveway-and left crying without another word. Massie refused to cry in front of anyone-even if it was Claire, who knew how insecure she really was inside. She had held in the tears that were threatening to spill until she was finally safe and alone in her bedroom. She could still hear Derrington's voice echo inside her head, stuck on repeat, as if her brain was doing that to her, just to torture her.
"Ehmagawd, I'm so glad you're here?" Derrington exclaimed, looking from Massie to Chris. "I'm not gonna stand here while you try to make me jealous." He carelessly tossed the soccer ball earrings that he'd shown Massie just a few minutes ago, and stepped on it, hard. Massie felt her heart stop. Derrington or key? Love or alpha success? "Wait!" she heard herself yell, but all she could see in her head was her and the Pretty Committee, laughing and having fun in the secret room.
And what a stupid, stupid, choice she'd made. The secret room turned out to be the boy's locker room anyways. And just like that, Derrick Harrington would never like her again. Wait…do I still like Derrington? she thought worriedly. No, of course she didn't. She liked Dempsey now…right? Right? she begged and pleaded her heart to reply. "Of course I like Dempsey. Theatre over sports. Right," she lied, unconvincingly to herself. The whole in her heart which had started appearing ever since Derrington walked away from her got even bigger-Massie Block knew that she'd get over him-but she'd never be the same ever again.
Years and years later…(24 years old)
"I can't believe you're moving to Paris-what will I do without you?" 24-year old Claire Lyons teased, playfulness showing in her cornflower blue eyes. Massie laughed half heartedly, and continued packing her clothes in her LV suitcases. "Puh-lease. You're moving out too," she pointed out. "Not officially yet. I'm engaged to Cam, not married. Do you think you'll be able to come to the wedding? I mean, I know you're busy working with other designers and all but I really want you to come. And you have to come for the rehearsal," she said worriedly. "Ah-bviously I can come, Kuh-laire. I wouldn't miss it," Massie promised. "I'm really going to miss you," Claire admitted. "Why?" Massie asked curiously. "You have Cam." "Well, I know that the rest of the girls will miss you." Massie shrugged carelessly, frowning at the suitcases, wondering how she was going to fit in all of her shoes. "We'll text and e-mail all the time. And you'll see me at the wedding rehearsal," she added, trying to sound cheerful.
"Kay. Well I have to meet Cam's extended family tonight in an hour and I need to get ready…" Claire trailed off. Massie jumped off, dropping a Jimmy Choo. "Okay, okay I'll be fine Kuh-laire. I'll text you the minute I get to Paris." Claire hugged Massie tightly. "Take care of yourself in Paris," she whispered. Massie Block laughed. "Of course. Don't worry about me." "See you in a few months, Mass," Claire smiled, and left Massie's room, hurrying back to the guesthouse. Massie sighed, and continued cleaning out her closet. "Ugh, I have so many boxes to reach," she grumbled, and stood up on a chair, tippy toed, to reach the boxes on the shelf. She felt her fingers take hold of half the boxes. "Ehmagawddddd," she screamed, falling backwards, still holding the heavy boxes.
She fell backwards onto a fluffy rug, feeling relieved that no one had seen that moment. She sat up properly, and looked at the boxes at her. One was labeled-reject shoes. She could chuck that one out. All of them were labeled reject-something-shirts, dresses, jewelry… All but one. Curious, she pulled the box towards, and opened it carefully. She pulled out an old, dusty sheet of aged paper. She blew off the dust, coughing, and fanned the air. She looked at the paper, and recognized her hand writing. Her heart pounding faster with every line that she read.
Five Things About My Crush That Makes It Impossible For Me To Eat, the title read.
What? Wasn't this from the 7th grade? She remembered when she wrote this…it was in Mr. Myner's geography class. Blonde hair, said I was the cutest girl, butt shake? she thought outrageously. What exactly was in this box? She put aside the letter, and peered into the box. Random items filled it-envelopes, yearbooks, photo…her old M pin. She remembered when she decided to rid her thoughts of Derrick Harrington by throwing everything out that reminded her of him. She pulled out a random envelope, and opened it with shaky hands. A large pile of photos fell out, and she picked one up. Of course. It was a photo of them taken at Sushi Samba-the whole Teen Vogue thing, where she felt it was truly the moment that they both fell for each other. All these pictures had been taken by Paolo-the Teen Vogue photographer, who took pictures of everyone more than the actual modeling. She remembered those days… Derrick made her laugh, she made him laugh… She picked up another photo, where Derrick's head was thrown back, and he was laughing. She felt strange pride flow through her, knowing that it was her who made him laugh so hard.
She peered into the box, and pulled out various pictures-probably taken by Claire. At the OCD Tree-lighting party, her and Derrick were huddled together, both of their cheeks rosy. They were holding hands, she remembered. Another photo, where Derrick had been piggy backing Massie, and Cam had been piggy backing Claire. Why does it seem like everyone lasted throughout middle and high school…except for me? she thought, a sharp pain going through her heart. Well, maybe not Dylan and Derrick, she remembered with satisfaction. He'd broken up with her in the middle of 8th grade, and Dylan had started dating Plovert, who were now both happily married. She still got her happy ending though, a nagging voice sang through her mind. "Shut up," she mumbled, shaking her head. She took the box and put all of the photos and the letter back inside, deciding to pack it. Why not? she thought.