Happy Valentine's Day, Westchester Boy
A/N: Hello! This is a one-shot about Kristen and Derrick. Would that be called Desten? Or Krick? Lol, whatever. I might make it a longer story if I get reviews telling me to. The Clique characters aren't mine; the idea and content of this fanfic is.
She had the prettiest laugh. Whenever I heard her shuffling down the hall with her two friends, Claire and Layne, I turned and smiled but she never once glanced my way. The guys punched me and snorted in my ear about how brainy she was, unaware of my love for her. I shoved them away and continued to stare, hoping that she would one day notice me.
xXx
"Kristen," she said simply, amused as she gazed right at me. After I'd watched her practice soccer and blurted a compliment, she'd stared and told me her name. My heart pounded.
"Derrick," I managed, forcing a wobbly smile. She cocked her head and those blonde locks tumbled curiously down her shoulder. I longed to touch them; I held back. It had taken me a month to learn her name; it would take me at least a year to reach out and make contact.
From across the field, I heard my coach calling my name. "Harrington!" he shouted, blowing his whistle sharply. "Let's go! Leave the pretty girl and come get the ball!"
I burned inside, reeling as the guys laughed. Kristen reached out and placed a cold hand to my cheek, making me inhale quickly. I fixed my eyes directly on hers; those luxurious seconds stretched to hours and she seemed to get more gorgeous with each heartbeat. "I'll see you around then, Derrick." In an instant she whipped around, stinging me with her beautiful hair.
"I'll see you, Kristen!" I shouted back, waving like the fool in love I was.
xXx
"Dude," Cam Fisher smirked as he slid next to me in Science class. "She wants you."
My heart flip-flopped and I grinned hopefully, flicking hair out of my eyes. "Who?" I leaned forward, anticipating the name, 'Kristen.'
Cam laughed. "Dylan! But, you know, you and Massie would make a great couple. It's a fact that alpha male and alpha female equals unstoppable."
"Dylan?" I watched the red-head wink at me, chewing her pink gum at warp speed as she whisper-snickered to Alicia. Alicia laughed and whispered to Olivia. Olivia grinned widely and whispered to Massie, who jutted out her chest and forced loud giggles. "Ew, are they playing telephone or something?"
"They're trying to get your attention," Josh Hotz sat behind me and made wet kissing noises.
I rolled my eyes and tossed my head back, trying to get a stray strand of blonde hair to leave my face before I got fed up and cut it off. "I don't want their attention, Hotz." I want Kristen's. I want Kristen.
xXx
"Call me sometime, alright Westchester Boy?" It was her special nickname for me. We'd become friends, and I hoped that we'd turn out to be something more. I laughed nervously.
"Alright, Kristen. I'll call you." Heck, I'd do anything she told me to. Kristen was amazing.
Her smile widened. "Good. While I wait for Claire, why don't we play a game of soccer?"
"I hope you don't cry when you lose," I smirked, dashing towards the soccer ball and shooting it straight towards the goal opposite me.
Kristen laughed and hoisted up her shorts, her blonde hair bouncing in a lovely ponytail. "Wait!" she raced to catch me and swerved, confusing me. I watched helplessly as she scored and did a little victory dance for me.
"Can I get an instant replay?" Her shirt had flown up, disturbed by the merciless winds of January. I wanted to see it again.
Kristen laughed at me. "You pervert!" Immediately, she tackled me, sending me plummeting down into the wet grass.
"Hey, no fair Kristen, let me up!" I squirmed under her body as we locked gazes. She smiled. I smiled. She leaned down to peck me on the cheek.
"Alright," she whispered into the air, gently standing and brushing herself off. The wind carried her words to me. "Okay."
xXx
"Happy Valentine's Day, Westchester Boy," For whatever reason, Kristen's eyes were unmistakably wet as she tossed a card on my desk. "Don't read it until I go, though." Her hands clasped mine, stopping me from opening the card.
I released my hand and lifted it to brush a stray tear away from her cheek. I put my finger tip to my tongue. Kristen's tears were salty sweet.
And suddenly she was kissing me, her lips upon mine in a single graceful move. I wanted more but she pulled away, hugging me before she darted up and sprinted away.
"Kristen! Where are you going?" I shouted desperately after her, hearing her words before she sprinted out the opened door.
Roughly, she said, "I'm going to Virginia, Westchester Boy. I'm moving to Virginia."
xXx
Three years after, I still remember Kristen as if she were here only a moment ago. I read her note over and over, not bothering to hide my reaction from the others.
I love you, Westchester Boy. Don't forget me while I'm in Virginia. I love you.
Those words gave me strength, and on that Valentine's Day I sat, wishing I could have my darling Kristen again. When I spotted a glimpse of blonde in the distance, I ran toward it.
She smiled, and I yelped. "Kristen!" I cried, embracing her.
And she whispered directly into my ear, "Happy Valentine's Day, Westchester Boy. Happy Valentine's Day."
A/N: R&R please!
