BOCD
THE CAFÉ
12:02 p.m.
The idea of this all sank in very quickly. Massie snatched up her compact mirror, and as usual she was perfect. Practically shooting up in her seat, she lured Dempsey over. "Hey," Massie couldn't resist. She pulled in for the kill. Her glossed lips crushed against his. His lips were cold, but they felt impossibly tender. Their lips moving in synchronization, Massie rested one hand on his back and the other on his waist. This make-out session needed a picture-perfect memory. Click. The sound of Massie's phone camera was barely noticeable.This scheme was far from complete.
"I need you to do this, Kuh-laire." Massie barked. "If you don't, my social status will be compared to crap on a sidewalk!"
Claire looked glum as she sat down on Massie's purple couch, while frantically twisting a horrifying bracelet she got from a department store.
"If you don't…" Massie held her breath. "I'll steal Cam."
Claire basically choked. "Don't!" She insisted. "I'll do it!"
"Thank you," Massie blurted, leaking some insecurity.
Claire snatched Massie's phone and sent the picture to her old Dial L for Loser razr. Quickly she fired off a text. Claire looked down, instantly regretting doing Massie's dirty work.
The dirty bench that the soccer team was sitting on suddenly started vibrating. Earthquake! Derrick thought. Cam pointed to his phone. "Oh." Derrington said out loud. There was an image and it said:
OMG M&D MAKING OUT!
From: Unknown
1/20/09 3:23 PM
Derrick angrily chucked the phone to the other side of the field. He kicked the bench and walked away into the locker room. No one could see him like this. They all thought he was over Massie, and he was. He didn't have feelings for her. Who would?
Derrick walked out of the locker room calmly and into the soccer field. He counted his steps. One… Five… Thirteen… His thoughts were stopped short.
"Massie wants you back!" Alicia blurted. She flushed red, but then nodded.
Kristen put her hand on her heart and spoke. "It's true."
Dylan decided that sucking up to Derrington could get a little juicier. She stepped closer to him, batting her lashes. "Would we lie?"
Derrington looked stunned. Alicia looked up at him with her big brown eyes. "No lie. I swear."
"Honestly?" he managed. Alicia nodded once again.
Derrington's heartbeat raced. Was this possible? Massie wanted him back? Then what's up with Dempsey? "Can I talk to her?" He stuttered.
"Tomorrow. Here. Six o'clock. Be there." Alicia ordered. Before Derrington could change plans, Alicia turned on her stiletto heels and ran swiftly across the field-well, as fast as Alicia could run-while Kristen and Dylan rushed right behind her.
