Title: Girls, Girls, Girls
Fandom:
Clique
Genre:
T. Well, somewhat of a T. I dunno.
Chapter: One (I Can't Write You A Love Song…I Don't Know How.)
Summary:
AU. Cameron Fisher has it made. He's a part of the basketball AND soccer team. He has four best friends he thinks he can rely on and his social status is high enough to warrant 'popular'. The one problem, though, is that he can't get laid. Poor guy.
Inspirations:
Something Corporate's 'Punk Rock Princess'
Disclaimer:
I don't own anything Clique-related. All rights reserved for/to Lisi Harrison. Now go and heckle someone else.
Author's Note:
If any of you people care, which I'm sure you don't, I'm back with even more stories that I should start updating.

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"You've been mangling that straw for over ten minutes, Cam. What's up?" Claire leans over to yank it out of my mouth, taking care to scrape it under my gums.

"Hey, hey, be careful with that," I grab her wrist, almost instantly hating myself for this sign of weakness; I wasn't supposed to touch her today! God, I could never go through Spanish now. Her stupidly perfect strawberry smell wafts over me, clinging like a second skin. I groan inwardly; I couldn't go through the entire day with this smell. It takes away my concentration, my mind and my common sense. Like I had enough before!

Claire rolls her eyes (bless them) and pulls her slim wrist out of my grip. "Okay, okay. Now tell me what's going on. You've been avoiding us—" she gestures to Massie, Derrick, Josh and Alicia "—all day. What gives?"

Massie stops texting on her iPhone long enough to give me her definition of the 'evil eye' – eyes narrowed, lips turned downwards at one corner – and a mouthed "If you tell, I'll kill," before returning to the screen. Apparently I can't confess unless she's nearby with a camera. She's trying to channel someone called Gossip Gal or something. Derrick just grins at me wolfishly before flicking his French fries onto his girlfriend's plate of organic vegetables. Massie doesn't notice and munches on the greasy fry absentmindedly. Nice, Harrington. Stay classy.

Alicia ignores both of us and continues texting Massie, even though Massie is just opposite her. Girls are so weird, I note for the thousandth time. Josh raises an eyebrow but otherwise doesn't do anything else. I can't blame him, though. Having a 110lbs girl on your lap is no joke. Alicia can punch it away with the best of them.

Claire huffs at me again and I revert my attention back to my Queen…um, best friend. I swallow and, stupidly, fall prey to her blue eyes. Again. "Okay, okay. I'll tell. It's just that Harris is staying over and I was thinking of what to hide from him this time." It's not a lie, per se, and I mentally pat myself on the back. Lying apparently gives you a black tongue and 'visage'.

Claire's jaw drops when she hears the name Harris. I groan inwardly. How could I forget; Claire's…crush. She's known for having a very public unrequited crush on my older idiot of a brother.

"He's coming?! Now?! Here?!" She flaps around, mussing her side part (thanks to Massie for telling me what it's called). I sigh and get up from the table. I just lost my appetite. "I'm going. I've got some French homework to copy off." Now that I think of it, I really have no idea why I took French. Derrick said it'd be good for getting the 'ladeez'. Josh just did it because…well, I don't know why and I did it because…I don't know why either. Anyway, we found out later that the 'ladeez' are apparently as bad at French as we are so we can't exactly fake it anymore. Actually, they do the same things to attract boys. Which, you know, is pretty cool.

I pass Todd, Claire's freshman brother, as I shuffle away dejectedly from the table. Claire's still freaking out over Harris, Massie's flirting with Derrick and Josh is…doing something with Alicia. I don't even want to know. Todd bumps me on the shoulder. I half-smile in recognition. Without even greeting me, might I add, Todd simply says, "Dude, you're whipped."

I sigh but don't disagree. I am whipped. With a chain of idiocy and not the common whip of 'lurrrve'.

"Anyway, you going to that rager-thing on Friday?" Todd stuffed his hands in his sweatshirt, looking as relaxed as…my mom on her spa day. (I only know because she dragged me there! I wouldn't know otherwise!)

"Kemp's? Yeah, 'course; I live near him. Known him for almost as long as Der. Why? You're not going?"

"Nah. Got an invite but no girl." He looked back at our table and I felt a rush of affection towards Todd. We were in the same boat. "No, point, right?"

"Haha, yeah…"

Cue comfortable silence for a bit. We were walking towards the exit now.

"Massie, huh?"

Todd smiled absentmindedly. "Yeah...S'okay, though. She has Derrick."

I nodded. Derrick and Massie are like the IT couple of BOCD. Like Yin and Yang or something. There's no Massie without Derrick. Similar to the rule that no fries without ketchup. Or America without racists. It just goes.

"How about that girl you always hang around with…Alexandra something?"

"Brace-face?" Todd asks, surprised. "She's my best friend, dude, I couldn't ask her out. Besides, her boyfriend would kill me."

"She has a boyfriend?" Sadly, in this school, if you have braces or glasses or something, it's considered a miracle if you get lai – a significant other.

"Yeah. That football player," Todd points to a boulder with a bit of red fuzz nearby and I gulp. Well, how could you not?! His mere sizeis terrifying. "I don't get it either."

"Love is blind," I murmur. We reach the gates to infinity and beyond and I nod my head in farewell. "Stay strong, young Padawan."

"May the force be with you, Fishenobi."

Haha, yeah, I know what you're thinking. And, no. I am not a geek. We just used to play Star Wars: Battlefront together on PS2 together. Just for kicks. Really! And now it's like our personal catchphrase or something. (No worries on the social status thing, though. I'm on the soccer and basketball team.) Thanks to his height, wish I was that height, Todd goes off to his fellow freshmen friends and I go off towards…the vending machine. Seeing as I didn't eat lunch, Doritos are looking extremely tempting. And I don't want any of that chai latte garbage. Or raw fish muck. No offense, though, if that's your lemming. I fish out a dollar and stuff it in the machine, pressing the right buttons.

The machine starts up and just as the packet's getting out…It. Gets. Stuck. Great. I sigh and start kicking the machine. Common practice at BOCD. Kick it to jack it. More greatness, apparently; nothing's coming out except a couple of bolts and screws. Aw damn. Now it's broken! I rake my hair with my hands and let out a few good expletives. Feeling worse in…3…2…and—

"—hey, hey, relax there…black-haired boy," someone's amused voice pipes out from behind me. "They're just Doritos."

I turn my head towards the voice, intent on giving the person a good lecture on minding your own business but my mouth – and heart – stops. Oh my God. Oh my God. OH MY GOD. Angelina Jolie is behind me! Angelina Jolie is behind me! Angelina Jolie talked to me! Someone famous is in front of me!

Angelina Jolie smiles and says, "Hi, Cam. Remember me? Allie-Rose? We used to 'date'?" Cue air quotes.

I blink. Wait…Allie-Rose. Not Angelina Jolie. Allie-Rose. That name should mean something. Allie-Rose…hmm…oh yeah. She was in my middle school. And my elementary school. And…kindergarten. And I think we used to play together before…well. Damn. How could I forget this ra – girl?! I – discreetly – check her out and she laughs. "Done checking me out?"

I stutter something stupid (notice my awesome alliterations, why don't you?) and stick out my hand. "Hey, Al. What'cha doing here?" We used to be good friends, Allie-Rose and me. She used to help me scope out if Claire liked me in 'that way' and I used to help her talk to my teammates. Win-win situation. Dating sorta came with the territory of being her part-time bodyguard. There were some good freaks in middle school.

"Checking out my new school, CF."

"Uh – you're in this school?"

"Mm-hmm. My parents said skipping class was no longer an option. And that I should get something in my airhead. Apparently learning from a website doesn't mean that I can surf the internet and check out cute guys. It means that I should stare at a creepy old hag telling me how babies are made."

I laugh. Al was always the funnier one. The more opposite-sex-fanatic one but, still. The funnier one, too.

After a few minutes of bantering, I find out that she's been in boarding school, home school and internet school, all before the age of sixteen. Her parents are those people who always travel for no real reason but to be extremely rich and socialite-y while checking out fashion shows and Paris Hilton-parties. They settled down apparently and want to get another kid. Apparently 'petits enfants are in'. Too much information but let's pass that. We soon start on the topic of dating and she smiles sadly when I tell her about Claire.

I was hoping you'd finally be unattached, she says. I laugh embarrassedly, (like you wouldn't), and start saying, 'moving on' repetitively like that movie. That distracts her and we start the topic of favourite movies. (Again, you cannot go wrong with cult classics. Or Men in Black, for that matter.)

Ten minutes later and we're sitting on the cold floor, arm to arm, laughing insanely about something that I can't even remember anymore. "Oh God, Cam, I missed you." She suddenly hugs me and I can do nothing but hug her back. (What? I am a guy.)

The bell rings and we spring apart, identical half-guilty/half-floaty looks on our faces. I repeat, still a guy! A four-headed shadow casts over us and we stare up at the giant. Aw crap. Massie, looking disgusted. Derrick, mouthing "You can finally get laid now!" Alicia, copying Massie with the disgusted look (even though she liked Allie). Josh, well, he moved towards some of his other friends after kissing Alicia on the cheek (Ew) and Claire. Claire. Claire, looking like she could cry and hit me at that very moment.

Oh God. Oh God. Aw crap. I'm not that ugly, am I?

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