DISCLAIMER: I own nothing recognizable. The Clique Series is a complete work of Lisi Harrison.

Hello Readers!

So I know my other story, Notorious, isn't finished but I couldn't get this idea out of my head. It may be overdone but I wanted to give it a go. The next chapter of Notorious will be up soon. Love you all.

25 year old Massie Block sat in her brand new Mercedes-Benz and breathed.

She hadn't left the car yet but knew it wouldn't be long before it became completely necessary. Another sharp pain twisted through her causing tears to spring from her eyes. She looked at herself in the rearview mirror. Her face was ashen, her lips dry and cracked, and her eyes sad. Looking out the window, she watched people come and go from the building she was parked in front of.

It was snowing outside and she smiled. Christmas had been yesterday and she had spent the holiday alone. Her friends and family had called, begging her to come home but she complained of work. Kendra had offered to fly up to Boston on the Block private jet, but Massie had insisted that her mother stay with her father in Westchester.

She hadn't been home in seven months.

The last time she had visited Westchester, she'd only seen her parents and Claire mostly because she artfully avoided everyone else. The day she returned to Boston, she'd gotten a dozen voicemails from Alicia, Dylan, and Kristen yelling at her for not coming by to see them. She had gone home for one reason only and in the end, she had psyched herself out and made a split-second decision to not tell anyone.

Another twist of pain made her cry out loud.

Turning off the heat, she pulled her keys out of the ignition and stepped out of the car. Trying not to slip on the ice, she trudged slowly in the snow. Immediately, an older man who was returning to his car, moved to hold her arm and help her along.

She smiled at him in thanks.

"Miss, it's too dangerous to be alone in your state." He said watching her cautiously.

"I know but I'll be okay. My husband was caught in traffic. He's on his way as we speak." The lie slipped easily from her lips.

As they entered the emergency room, her heart began to pound. She was so scared.

A nurse, who saw them approaching, moved quickly to fetch a wheelchair and came to her.

"I saw her out there alone and decided to help her. She says her husband is on his way." The man explained to the nurse. Massie was too busy gritting her teeth from the pain to say anything. He leaned down and looked at her worriedly. "Do you need me to stay until your husband comes?"

Massie shook her head fiercely. "No. You're so kind. Thank you but I'll be alright."

The man nodded and wished her luck before leaving.

The nurse asked her loads of questions as she wheeled her further into the hospital.

Were there any preexisting conditions she should know about?

How far along was she?

Was she adamant about calling in her private physician or was she okay with a doctor of the hospital?

Did she know how long it would be until her husband got there?

"He won't be coming. I'm sorry." She said while breathing heavily. "I lied. I'm not married."

The nurse looked at her pityingly and told her it was fine.

"Everything will be alright." The woman assured.

She wheeled her quickly down the hallway and stopped her abruptly in front of her room.

"Here we are, Miss Block." The woman, Nancy, she'd called herself, brought her into the room where she would be having her baby. Nancy helped her get up and stripped her bare before helping her into a hospital gown.

"Just lie down and try to relax. Your doctor will be here shortly."With that, she was gone.

Alone and awaiting the doctor, Massie had time to think about things. Things she really didn't want to think about.

Nine months ago…

"You never really change do you?" She asked him softly.

"Oh that's not true." He said rolling up the sleeves of his crisp gray button-up. "I change all the time. You're just never here to see it."

She chuckled. "I'm sorry to have grown up in a town where everyone expects you to move back and restart your life in the same place you grew up."

He watched her as she spoke and his eyes narrowed. "What's so great about Boston anyway?"

"Hmmm, I don't know." She said truthfully. "I think taking that short walk out of Cambridge away from the walls of great old Harvard U kept me sane. Cambridge reminded me too much of Westchester. Sometimes you just want to be where you haven't been already."

"What's wrong with being here?" His eyes stared at her awaiting an answer.

"Nothing. But at the same time, nothing's keeping me here either."

"Nothing?" He raised his eyebrows. "Not even the memories and the good ol' times?"

"Are you being facetious?"

He grinned. Finally he shrugged and answered, "Somewhat."

He said nothing for a moment and then,

"Not even me?"

"Not even you what?"

"Not even I keep you here?"

She sighed and crossed her arms. "Why should you, Derrick?"

"It pains me that you have to ask." His brown eyes were so amused. It annoyed her.

"You know that I care about you. And despite everything we've been through to get here, you're still one of my best friends. Boston isn't right next door but I'll always be here for you and everyone else when you guys need me. I don't get why all of you are pretending I've abandoned you."

"So something does keep you here. Your friends… your family… me…"

"Stop talking to me like you're some needy ex-boyfriend."

"I am a needy ex-boyfriend."

"Not particularly. First and foremost, you're one of my best friends." She reminded him. "Our failed relationship will always come second to that. We shouldn't linger on trivial details. It's tacky."

"Of course. How plebeian of me. You know you're really one to talk, Block. I'm not the only one who hasn't changed."

Massie laughed at that. "I never said I have. And why should I? I'm perfect."

Before she could even register what was happening, he had her backed against a wall. His hands were gripping her face as he breathed directly into her mouth.

She stopped laughing immediately. "Derrick. Stop it."

He said nothing. His fingers slid down and caressed her neck.

"You don't think I know?" She hissed and struggled against him. "Your mother told me you asked for your grandmother's ring. You're going to propose to her. Your girlfriend, remember? Skye Hamilton."

"The other day she kissed me and for some reason I caught a whiff of Chanel Number 19. It's crazy how much you think you've forgotten until you suddenly remember. For a minute I pretended it was you." He leaned closer and brought his mouth to her ear. "I almost came in my pants." He whispered without even the slightest hint of shame.

"What is wrong with you?" She shoved his chest already aware that it wouldn't do much. "You've been with Skye for three years, Derrick. Just because you smelled my perfume and got horny you somehow think that makes it okay to try this right now? Skye may be a bitch, but I am not a whore. Keep your dick in your pants if you know what's good for you."

"I don't love her."

"Boofuckinghoo."

"It is insanity how much I want you. How much I always want you. You don't even care, do you?"

"No."

"You're a bitch."

"No, Derrick. I am the bitch. And don't you forget it. I would do what I say if I were you."

He ignored her. "So if I slide my hand between your legs you won't be wet?"

"Try to find out and you don't get that hand back."

He grinned. "God, I miss you."

"I don't know what you're smiling about. I'm serious. And there's nothing to miss. I'm here. Just not like this. Not in this way."

"Not enough."

"I'm surprised you have time to miss anything with Skye velcroed to your hip."

"Let's not talk about Skye."

His avoidance of the obvious angered her. She narrowed her eyes. "No. Let's. She's your girlfriend. If you don't love her, why are you with her?"

He paused and seemed to think for a bit before settling on,

"She cares about me. A lot. And I care about her too. But not a day has gone by that I don't wonder where you are and what you're doing."

"That sounds like a personal problem." She scoffed pulling away from him.

He pulled her in further. "No, this," he said as he ground his erection into her, "is a personal problem. I need your help solving it, Block."

She was proud of herself for not giving away any of the shock she was feeling at this sudden development. She stared blankly at him.

"So let me humor you since I know you're not moving away until I do so." she sneered, "Let's say we do this. I say yes and you tear my clothes off and we hump like animals in heat. What happens next?"

"It's all up to you."

"I don't believe you."

He leaned in and kissed both her cheeks gently. "After all these years, you should know better. I will always do what you want me to."

"Except now when I want you to back away. Am I right?"

"Yes. Except now. Not to be dramatic, but I think I might die if I don't kiss you."

"I don't care. I don't want you."

"You're attracted to me."

"I'm attracted to Ashton Kutcher but that doesn't mean I should have sex with him."

"I-"

"You're pathetic." She interrupted. "Like a child, Derrick. You want to have your own toys and everyone else's. And up until this moment, everyone always let's you get what you want, which for the past three years has been Skye. I'm not going to let you do whatever you like anymore. Grow up."

He was silent making her realize that she'd wounded him.

"You're hurt. But you deserve it. You force me into these positions where I have to be the one to snap you back into reality so that you no longer harbor your misconceptions that the world and everything in it is yours for the taking."

She thought he'd back away but instead his right hand moved from her neck down to her clavicle to the center of her chest between her breasts where it stayed.

"I promised you that what happens after this is all up to you, didn't I? The ball is in your court. I might need someone around to, what was it? Snap me back into reality."

"It doesn't matter if the ball is in my court if I don't want to play the game."

"Well then I'll do what I always do. I'll take what I want."

He kissed her and it was all over. She didn't know why she was giving in. He didn't even take her clothes off. They stayed like that, against the wall, with his pants unbuckled and her dress around her waist as he thrust into her without abandon.

Afterward, before they could even catch their breaths, she pushed him roughly off her. She stormed out of his house and refused to look at him. Not that he stopped her.

In the car, she cried silently. She thought about her friends and what they'd say if they found out. She thought about Skye, the girl who no doubt was awaiting Derrick's proposal of marriage. She thought of Derrick's eyes darkened with lust as he gripped her hips tightly and rammed into her.

She had to get out of here. Out of town. Away from the thought of him. Away from the thought of them.

A month later, she'd missed her period and somehow she knew. It was like some higher moral power was punishing her.

And she was right about her instincts. He had not tried to contact her and last she'd heard Skye Hamilton was now sporting a 2.5 million dollar Harrington family heirloom on her ring finger. The wedding date was to be decided.

Derrick Harrington didn't love her. But he would always lust after her.

And that wasn't good enough. Not for a baby.

She didn't know how long she waited but by the time the doctor came in, she was having contractions by the second. The pain was excruciating and she welcomed it. Thinking about that afternoon made her masochistic. On the other hand, she couldn't deny that she couldn't wait to see her little boy's face.

It was a boy. A boy, who might love soccer and have knobby knees, a boy who might grow up to have broad shoulders and a lazy swagger, a boy who would never change but would manage to change some girls life irreversibly without even realizing it.

She thought about telling him. She really did. She imagined the reactions he could've had: happy, angry, scared, disdainful, pitying. The bad one's outweighed the good and she didn't know if she could ever forgive herself if she ever let him get one over on her. If his engagement was anything to go by, she'd say that he didn't care about the consequences of what they did. She was right. He was like a child. He wanted instant gratification without even thinking it through. She was the rational one in their relationship which was why she should have been the one to stop it. But she hadn't. And she didn't even know why. What she felt for Derrick was complicated. Affection mixed with annoyance, love mixed with hate, arousal mixed with disgust. None of her feelings were good grounds for a real boyfriend/girlfriend relationship. Why did she do it?

She wasn't in love him. She knew that. She used to be, but you know what they say… Time heals all.

Over time, she got over it. It was something she used to ponder over whenever they had a "moment", but it wasn't anything but a mild flirtation founded on an ever-present attraction to each other. And he was with Skye.

She and Skye Hamilton were no longer enemies. They even used to hang out on occasion when she was back home in Westchester. Truly, she didn't really like the girl much. Skye had a way of twisting everything that could possibly happen into being about her. Massie was self-centered… but she'd never in her life met someone who was as absorbed with themselves as Skye was. She also routinely accused Derrick of cheating on her for no reason. It was obvious that Skye was madly in love with him and would never give him up. What no one was sure of was if Derrick felt the same. He showered her with gifts and stayed with her but no one ever heard of him going out of his way to show her that he was devoted.

Massie was now positive that he didn't feel the same. But he was far too immature and far too lazy to end it with her and that, in itself, made Massie hate him. A man like that shouldn't have a child. She couldn't depend on a man like that. He claimed to care about a lot of things and a lot of people but never hesitated to put what he wanted before them.

And look where it got her.

She was screaming now and over her screams she could hear the doctor telling her that it was time.

The next few hours passed with her sweating and crying and pleading. Everyone was urging her to push and she would until she couldn't and then they would tell her to push more. To push harder. She felt like she was being ripped in half. Wasn't a baby supposed to be something small and innocent? Why was it hurting her? Did it hate her because it would never know its father? She apologized profusely in between her cries. "I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I'm sorry." She was sure that the doctor had no idea what she was sorry for but he said nothing but to push harder and breathe.

Finally six hours later at 5:07 PM, he was born.

She named him Oliver Benjamin Block.

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