You've got the unhappy girl.
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"Massie, you aren't really going to wear that to the party are you?"
Massie blinked. "What party? I thought we were just going to stay here. I rented movies and bought food and everything. I even got my parents to go out tonight."
"Babe, live a little. There's a party tonight, and we need to go to it. We'll do it next weekend, alright?"
" But, Demps, I feel like complete crap. And that's what you said we'd do--"
"Massie. Get dressed. We're going to the party."
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The new, yet unattainable boy.
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"Whoa, hey there."
"Hi," she murmured, dusting off her pants and hiding her now-red cheeks as she quickly righted herself and regained her balance. She awkwardly looked around her.
"I'm--"
"You're Cam Fisher. I know."
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They both just so happen to be perfect for each other.
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"Where I used to live people expected me to be the cliché jock. Ya know, do something physical 24/7. Go through girls like gum. Make fun of some of the kids that aren't quite as high up on the social scale around town. It sucks when you're pretty much forced to live your life how other people want you to. You know what I mean?"
"You don't even understand how much I know."
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But what do you get, when you factor in possessive boyfriends…
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"Cam, I'd like you to meet someone." Massie said awkwardly as Dempsey wrapped his arm firmly around her waist. "This is Dempsey Solomon… my, uh, boyfriend."
Cam silently took in Dempsey's narrowed eyes and tight grip on Massie. "Hey." he said simply, deciding to go the route that wouldn't get him on anyone's bad side.
Dempsey looked at Cam with nothing more then distaste. Without a word to the black-haired boy, he snatched the towel out of Cam's hands and wrapped it around Massie, already turning her away.
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Jealous girls…
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"I heard that she was all over him last night… as if he would go for a chick like her… she didn't even bother saying hello, just pushed him in the room and… I don't know what he would have been thinking if it's true, I'm so much better of a choice…"
Massie ducked her head of brunette locks out the door. She couldn't be more eager to get away from the snickering group of girls.
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Upset friends…
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"Cam, dude, what's up? I came to visit to actually visit. Believe it or not that involves realizing that I'm still alive and in the room."
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And loads of drama?
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"Why not?" he asked, his voice filled with both hurt and anger. "Why do you hate so much that I might actually be caring for you?"
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Throwing her shirt over her head and revealing the very bright, neon graffiti bikini underneath, she climbed the diving board and with one light bounce, splashed in. So much for being inconspicuous.
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Her eyes were like fire. "How could you explain something like that? How could you explain making out with someone on my own damn bed!"
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"He isn't good for you, Massie! You have no life with him around!"
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Why, a love story in the making, of course.
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Starring
Dylan Marvil: "So what are we eating today? You know I'm starting my diet, so our lunch should consist of something healthy… oh! Ice-cream!"
Skye Hamilton: "Cam, could you please learn to not be so obnoxious?"
Danny Robbins: "I dare you… to dive into the pool."
Dempsey Solomon: "Shit, Massie, don't lie to me!"
Claire Lyons: "When they hear you, don't come crying to me."
Derrick Harrington: "Listen, if you hurt her in any way, shape, or form…"
Josh Hotz: "No offense, but you look like crap."
Alicia Rivera: "Who is that?"
Massie Block: "Cam! Just drop it, okay?"
Cam Fisher: "Mass, come with me. We'll run away from everything."
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And then it happened. Before he had a chance to even utter another syllable, her lips were suddenly crashing down onto his.
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Coming to screens near you.
Fall '09