Disclaimer: Trust me if I owned the Clique Dempsey would be a LBR who liked Massie, but had no chance. If you've read Bratfest at Tiffany's you'd see my point.
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Massie Block stepped out into the cold February cold and cursed herself for leaving in such a rush. She couldn't believe what a horrible Valentine's Day this was turning out to be. Claire had been beyond rude. How dare she mention Brad to Derek? That clingy, whiny brat had just ruined her relationship and Massie doubted Claire felt the least bit guilty. Massie had no clue how Cam put up with her. Cam. No, she couldn't like him. She dismissed the thought from her brain.
Massie had never even liked Brad. That was true. He was just a college guy with a girlfriend, using her as he did many of his other high school girlfriends. She had really just used him as a distraction to get away from her feelings for Cam.
Massie sat down on a bench and hoped that someone would come chasing out after her. Maybe Derek. Alicia? Yes, Alicia was loyal as were Kristen and Dylan. Claire is surely feeling guilty by now, Massie told herself. Yes, Claire would come, begging for forgiveness.
Massie hugged herself, trying to stay warm. She felt a leather jacket being placed on her that smelled of Drakkar Noir, Cam's signature scent. Massie smiled.
"Hey Mass," he greeted her and sat down on the bench.
"Hey Cam," she replied. "How's Derek?"
"Not good," he replied. Claire's not helping."
Massie felt guilty. Could she trust Cam? She needed someone. She didn't want to be like Nikki. She had taken one act of kindness from Cam and taken it too far. Did this leather jacket mean absolutely nothing?
"Cam, if I fell would you catch me?"
"Yes."
She rested her head on his shoulder and inhaled his scent. "That's all I ask."