Edited A/N: This is partially inspired by the film Blue Valentine starring Ryan Gosling and Michelle Williams with the exception of the intense sadness. Anyways, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own The Clique, but if I did Massington would have stayed together

Blue Valentine

Today was one of the harder days for Massie Block. She was returning home from breaking up with her boyfriend Landon. She hadn't expected him to start crying or beg for her to reconsider. It was depressing, but Massie was smart enough to realize that a long-term relationship between them would never work.

"Thanks, Isaac," Massie sighed. She gathered Bean in her arms and stepped carefully out of the Range Rover. "You won't tell my parents, will you?"

"You know I won't, Miss Block," Isaac assured her. He offered her a sympathetic smile, one Massie normally wouldn't have accepted from anyone.

Her parents were oblivious to the string of boyfriends and almost boyfriends Massie had. Neither noticed when any of them visited, but Massie couldn't blame them. They weren't home when Massie invited these boys over. She remembered getting into a brief argument with Landon over that. He'd been upset when he learned her parents had no clue they were dating.

Inez bustled through the corridors and smiled hesitantly at Massie. "You have a visitor, Miss Block."

Massie raised an eyebrow, but followed her housekeeper to the den. She frowned when she saw a mop of golden blonde hair sitting on one of the suede couches. When he looked over his shoulder, Massie immediately wanted to bolt the room.

What the hell was Derrick Harrington doing here?

"Thank you, Inez," Massie said after a moment, hoping her voice wouldn't betray how anxious she felt. She gently dropped Bean to ground though regretted the decision to do so when the Pug scurried over to Derrick's feet. "I'll call you if we need anything."

Nothing was said until neither could hear Inez's footsteps.

Not a moment later did Massie demand, "What are you doing here, Harrington?"

"Not very hospitable are you, Block?" Derrick said with that familiar smirk on his face. "Aren't you going to kiss my cheek like most Westchester girls do?"

"No." Massie went over to him on the couch, stopping a few feet away from him to watch him stand up.

Much to her annoyance, Derrick towered over her. She wasn't exactly tall herself, relying more on her powerful presence and penetrating gaze than height to intimidate others, but Derrick had all those things. Had he always been this tall? His shoulders were broader than she remembered.

"Checking me out, Block?" Derrick suddenly asked, interrupting her thoughts.

"Get over yourself, Harrington," Massie scoffed, crossing her arms.

He tilted his head, regarding her. "You've changed."

"How so? By not kicking you in the balls yet?"

Derrick suddenly laughed, loud and echoing inside the den.

"Your vocab has, that's for sure," he noted, when his laughter died down. "No, I'm talking about how you didn't kick me out as soon as you saw me."

She would have gone on a tirade over his asshole-ness first before kicking him out, but he didn't need to know that.

"I've learned to tolerate your presence," Massie replied coolly.

"How?" Derrick inquired. Massie shot him a look, about to snap at him for daring to be sarcastic when she saw genuine curiosity on his face.

"If you recall, you dated one of my best friends. We were forced to hangout," Massie reminded him tersely. She loved Dylan like a sister, but Massie couldn't bring herself to ever forget that act of betrayal.

"Oh yeah. Almost forgot about that." Derrick remembered, nodding as the memory returned to him.

Massie wanted to slap him.

"Why are you here?" she questioned again.

"I heard you were planning on dumping your boyfriend today," Derrick said offhandedly.

"What? Where did you hear that?" Massie demanded, startled. She hadn't told anyone but—

"Cam," he answered blithely.

I'm going to kill Claire, Massie thought before giving her uninvited guest an unkind smile. "Well, I did so can you kindly get the hell out of my house?"

Derrick thought for a moment as if he had a choice in the matter. "No can do, Block. Not until you hear what I have to say."

"I really don't care about what you have to say," Massie said with feigned apathy.

"Yes, you do." Derrick stepped closer to her until there was a shallow space between their bodies. She would have stepped back, but Massie Block was no coward and stayed rooted to the spot. "Just hear me out."

Massie was uncomfortably aware of him and just wanted her stomach to stop fluttering.

Might as well know why he's here, she reasoned and gestured to the couch to get him away from her. Relief was plain on his face and he sat down after she did, his knee bumping into hers. For a few minutes, she watched him bounce his knee nervously as he struggled to articulate himself.

"Block," Derrick started, his voice low and trembling. "I came over because I know you're moving and I never got to, well, talk to you, like really talk to you since Skye's party and I just… I just wanted to say I'm sorry for being such a dick when we broke up."

"Don't," Massie said. She thought he was here out of boredom or maybe even hoping for one last kiss, not… this. He couldn't do this. Not when she was moving in another week.

"Let me finish, Massie." Her name on his lips made her falter. It wasn't often he said it. "You didn't deserve that. I shouldn't have done that in front of everyone. I don't know how you could have stand to be around me when I was dating Dylan, so… I'm sorry."

She frowned when she realized how genuine his words were. "Thanks..." Massie finally said, when the silence lingered. "That's really nice of you, Derrick. Thank you."

"Here. I know we aren't friends or anything and you threw out all the things I gave you—"

"And who told you that this time?"

"Dylan."

Another bitch on my list, Massie thought. She stiffened when Derrick took her hand in his, and placed something in it. His mouth was moving, but she heard no words. His mouth curved into a smile when she heard his ridiculous impersonation of a British girl, and a helpless giggle tumbled out. When she looked down to see what he gave her, she froze.

Slice of Heaven. That's where Derrick and Massie were. Near them was the Pretty Committee with their respective boyfriends. Massie could scarcely remember what the conversation was, so many had come and gone. In the picture, Massie sat on Derrick's lap and stared at him with such intensity for a twelve-year-old that Massie blinked in shock. Derrick's right hand was caressing her cheek while his other arm was wrapped tightly around her waist.

She stared at it for another minute before meeting Derrick's eyes. His eyes were brown with flecks of gold. Gazing into his eyes warmed her, but she couldn't forget how cold they got when he dumped her.

Derrick shifted closer until their thighs touched. "I'm not giving you this picture to bring up bad memories. I just wanted to remind you that what we had was real."

"What are you saying?" Massie asked, afraid.

"I'm trying to tell you that you're the one that got away, Massie." Derrick hesitated. "I think I love you."

His words were a blow to the stomach. This was not happening. This could not happen. Not now.

"No, you don't." Massie couldn't be near him. She stood and shook her head. "We're too young for love and this is stupid! You should go."

Derrick stood up abruptly and tried grabbing Massie's arm, but she yanked it away. "No, I don't think I love you. I know that I love you, Block, and you love me too! Just look! You haven't gotten over me."

She glared at him, but Derrick wasn't fazed by her deathly expression. "If anything, I'm so out of love with you. There is nothing here for you so just leave me alone."

Massie gasped when Derrick took her forearms, but it was the look on his face that held her there. He gazed about her for what seemed like ages. He tugged her close until she was crushed against him, forced to inhale his cologne. His hand touched the base of her head and his fingers threaded in her hair. His heartbeat thrummed wildly, matching her own. Landon's touches never affected her this much. How could she still feel this for him?

"I'll go," he murmured, after some time. "Take care, Block."

Derrick took his time to untangle himself from her. Massie's limbs were weak as water, losing all sense of control after being surrounded by him. She widened her eyes when he cupped her face. Will he kiss me? Massie wondered, and hated how excited she felt over the idea of it.

He ducked his head to kiss the corner of her mouth. He did not move for what seemed like hours before lifting his head and giving Massie a goofy grin. She could only smile back weakly and watch him stride out.

He didn't look back.