Don't know where this came from. Don't know why I'm writing it. Despite it all, I love Cassie, and I know a few of you out there who love them too. They deserve to be together. Read and review this, people. This chapter is shorter than the rest, because it's like…the prologue, I suppose. Check out my new stories. I know I shouldn't be posting new stories when I haven't finished many others, but I just had to write this one. It's been on my mind for a while now. Anyway, I suppose that part of the idea was during an assembly when my principal was saying something about there not being such a thing as the "baddest bitch" (Yeah, he said those exact words) in high school, so yeah. Enjoy.

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October 17

Derrick Harrington had tried time and time again to convince himself that it was all her fault for making him feel this way. Only, he couldn't force himself to blame her. He just couldn't. Was it because he still loved her? Probably. Whatever the reason, he knew he had to see this through.

He quickly clicked 'new message' because he didn't want to change his mind.

Not again.

To: mblock13 (Massie Block)

From: dharrington13 (Derrick Harrington)

Dear Massie Block,

To love is to destroy. You taught me that. I thought that you were wrong at the time, but it turns out that you were right. I loved you. You used me. Don't blame yourself for this. You don't know how much I wanted to blame you, but I just couldn't find it in my heart to do so. I can't think of another way to fix this. I can't stand it anymore. The pain inside me is just too great. My heart yearns for your presence, but my brain is telling me that you won't come. I'm not one to lie to myself, so I won't tell myself that you love me. My heart seems to be destroying me from the inside out. You're the only one that can save me, but I know that you won't try. I was never more than a pawn in the game you created to try to gain more popularity. I don't see why it mattered, Block. All I ever wanted was to love you. Dylan Marvil was only a means to get your attention. I just wanted you to love me too. I hope that after reading this, you'll know how wrong you were. My heart belongs to you, and only you, forever and always. Goodbye, Massie Block.

Love,

Derrick Harrington

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Derrick forced his fingers to click the 'send' button. This was a decision that he had to stick to. This was a choice that he spent sleepless nights thinking about. He knew what he had to do. He knew that this would be better for everyone else.

Without another thought, he clicked 'new message' and started to write.

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To: cfisher13 (Cameron Fisher)

From: dharrington13 (Derrick Harrington)

Cameron Fisher,

You're one of two people who will know why I did this to myself. The other being someone who has caused me great heartache. Don't blame her, though. It was I who chose to love her. It was I who chose to never let her go. It's my own fault that I let her use me. I just wanted her to love me. You're one of my best friends and I couldn't just leave without saying goodbye to you. Don't try to stop me, because she's the only one who can save me, but I know she won't come. I'm sorry about this. I know that you'll hurt and hate her for not trying to stop me, but don't blame her or yourself. I know that you love her. I know that you always have. I know that you only chose Claire because you knew that I wanted her. You're too kind, Cam. You shouldn't have let yourself do this. You shouldn't have let me fall in love with the girl that you've been in love with all this time. You shouldn't have thrown away your love for her the way you did. Don't try to hide it. Others may not have seen it, but I know you so much better than them. Stop trying to convince yourself that you don't have feelings for her anymore. Stop telling yourself that she loves me. Stop lying to yourself. I'll miss you, Cam.

Goodbye,

Derrick Harrington

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Derrick pressed 'send' as quick as he could and logged off his school e-mail account.

It was time.

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Valentine Academy was a boarding school close to New York City that was built for the offspring of the rich, high-classed socialites. Occasionally, there were some people who were very smart and happened to earn a scholarship to this elite school. Though, most of them never seemed to fit in with the rest of the teens at Valentine Academy. Here, there was no such thing as the "baddest bitch" like there was in those petty middle school games, because here was where the real drama started.

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Later That Night

Massie Block sat alone on her bed in her dorm that she shared with one of the scholarship kids, and her best friend, Kristen Gregory. Massie was on iChat with a few of her other friends who were in the dorms on the other side of campus when a 'new email' notification popped up on her screen. She clicked 'open' expecting it to be an e-mail from one of her teachers about her missing assignments or one of her partners for a school project.

Too bad it wasn't.

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Cameron Fisher was currently playing Call of Duty with Josh Hotz, one of his best friends' after Derrick Harrington. Chris Plovert and Kemp Hurley, his two other best friends, were sitting behind him eating pepperoni pizza.

"You sure you guys don't want a piece?" Plovert asked, holding up the last slice of Pizza.

Josh crinkled his nose in disgust.

"I'm definitely sure," he replied.

Cam laughed.

"You're loss!" Plovert told them as he shoved the last slice into his mouth. He turned towards Cam's Macbook Pro and saw the new e-mil notification and saw a his chance to take Cam's turn at playing Call of Duty since they only had two controllers. "Cam!"

"You don't need to yell, man. I'm right here!" Cam replied, without turning around.

"You've got a new e-mail," Plovert told him, clicking on the notification.

"Whose it from?" Cam asked, still not turning around.

"Derrick," Plovert replied.

Cam looked at him.

"Where is Derrick today anyway?" Plovert asked, turning back to face Cam.

"I'm not sure," Cam replied, hitting the start button and pausing the game. "But it must be an important message if he's not going to bother calling me or something. Here, you can play."

Plovert caught the controller.

Cam marched over to his Macbook and viewed his new e-mail, not knowing that this was what would alter the course of his seemingly perfect life.

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Bah. I didn't think much of this story so far. Hope it's not too bad as of right now. It's sort of short to me. Please review? Thanks.