A/N: My first one shot bro, I'd love feedback.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of the clique...realm? Its Lisi's territory.

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Somehow, Mrs. Meyers had the unique gift to make math even more uninteresting.

She would hand out worksheets and tests, ramble on about numbers, and as soon as the bell rang, the students would forget about her lessons.

Heavy lids shaded her golden eyes, lowering them to her paper. Her dark hair was a curtain, hiding her from everyone else. Occasionally, a glance from a friend would cause her to fake grin and mouth "I'm okay".

But she wasn't.

Everyone expected Massie Block to be ruthless. A leader was not to mourn. She would come off as a hypocrite. When a member of the Pretty Committee broke up with a boy, she told them to get over it.

Get over it.

"...Miss Block?" Mrs. Meyers suddenly said, sending a rush of shocked nerves through Massie.

"Yes?"

"Care to explain your answer to question 21?"

Crimson flushed her cheeks. How long did she space out? Taking a calming yoga breath, she faced the disgruntled teacher.

"Next time pay attention." Mrs. Meyers scolded lightly, returning to her lecture.

Massie cringed.

Derrick Harrington chuckled with a few of his friends; the Pretty Committee rolled their heavily made up eyes at the teacher in rebellion.

But he shot her an apologetic smile, it warmed her heart and sent another waves of rushing nerves to her mind.

A crumpled paper ball interrupted her euphoria. Scowling, she carefully opened it, pretending to still follow along with the lesson at hand. The handwriting was clearly one of the boys, masked to look like Alicia's.

"ehmagawd! derrick's going out w/ olivia! are you mad?"

There were three things wrong with this letter:
1. Alicia would never ask if Massie was mad at something like that.
2. Its Derrington...never Derrick.
3. Ditto for Duh-livia

She casually threw it away, one of the perks of sitting by the window and the trashcan. Outside was life; in the trash its remains.

Bored, Massie looked at some of her friends. Were they really that predictable? Alicia was staring absentmindedly at Josh; Kristen secretly reading a magazine; Dylan was tugging at her curls; and Claire's teeth were chattering, joy from being reunited with Cam.

Oh, no.

This class is beginning to be unbearable, Massie thought as she doodled on a scratch piece of paper, the purple ink only gaining her interest for about three seconds. But as she wrote, a small smile crept on her face. Look of love.

Five minutes until the bell...four...three...two...one.

The bell rang, shrill through her ears. Pointless chatter erupted, and chaos came as everyone rushed out of their seats. Massie stood up slowly, as if the whole scene was a dream and she, only she, would be the one laughing. The one who finally got what she wanted.

Him, him, him.

"Coming?" Dylan asked, while her friends mingled with the boys while their alpha swayed from her seat.

The piece of paper fell to the ground. Purple scribbles of her name, drawings of clothes, and stars. Massie was never quite the artist.

"Yeah."

With one final glance at her paper, she threw it away with a flourish, leaving the purple ink smudged on the tiny heart in the corner.

"Massie Cam 4Ever"

Who said Massie Block got everything she wanted?