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IWWAM ch1:

BOCD Front Lawn

Tuesday, September 2, 7:58 am

Dylan POV

"Claire!" I exclaimed, just having gotten out of the Lexus and seeing my best friend, Claire Lyons, jogging towards me, her white blonde high pony swinging behind her. "EMG!! How was Florida??" I exclaimed, enveloping her into a hug.

"Ah-mazing!, but clearly not as amazing as HAWAII! You're so tan, and I'm so jealous! Give me the details!" She replied, linking her arm through mine. We walked over to our favorite bench which was right underneath the statue of Helen Octavian, the co-founder of Octavian County and BOCD (A/N I just made that up ; pretend there was never any OCD).

"You're pretty tan yourself," I shot back, noticing how her tan made her blue eyes pop. In winter Claire could look like a ghost, but now she looked like a movie star. "But you're right. It was soo great. There were so many cute guys! And it was soo nice in the water. Oh! I learned how to surf!" I recalled with a grin, remembering my really cool surfing instructor.

"Nice. Now when you come to Florida and meet my old friends we can all go surfing together!" Claire grinned genuinely, but in a playful hinting way too. She'd begged me to come to Florida to meet her friends this summer, but I'd opted to go to Hawaii with my mom and sisters. She'd been invited to come, but she wanted to see her old friends.

"Wayy cool," I answered, truly excited at the proposal. And in saying that, my gaze was drawn to the middle of the lawn where the real way cool people of the BOCD juniors—the boys anyway—had gathered to swap summer stories. At our school, the soccer players were the coolest guys (&girls) out there. The five star players of the Tomahawks were thee alpha males of BOCD. And it the middle of it all was my major crush of two years: Derrick Harrington. Claire followed my gaze, and I could sense her rolling her eyes next to me.

"Oh, Dyl, not again! You know how DH can be. Oh, and rumor: he's after Massie Block this year." Claire was my reality check. But I could still look at him, right? I heaved a sigh as I watched him laugh at something Josh Hotz had said. His shaggy blonde hair moved in the breeze, and there was a light behind his puppy-dog brown eyes that I could notice all the way from the edge of the lawn.

I've known Derrick Harrington since I was little. Our moms were best friends in high school, so Ms. Harrington is my mom's only close friend now that she's famous. Being Merri-Lee Marvil, many people try to be her friend because she is the famous talk show host of The Daily Grind. So growing up, I saw Derrick every week at our Friday night family dinners. He'd been my best friend until 7th grade, when Claire moved from Florida. We instantly bonded over our love for sugar (we were the only girls in school to even think about anything with calories) and not worshipping Massie Block and her crew (the only girls in school for this, too; I'll get back to it later). Derrick had been getting a little distant lately, as girls became as important as soccer and grades, so Claire had arrived at the perfect time. He was still my best guy friend, though, and often Claire and I hung out with him and the soccer guys. The popular girls would scoff at us in jealousy as we sat with the guys at lunch; some girls even went so far as to call us sluts. If only they could understand that not everyone was obsessed with the five cutest guys at BOCD. Claire and I always prided ourselves on not being that shallow and liking the maybe-not-as-cute-but-twice-as-smart-and-nice-and-sweet guys at school. There was no denying the guys were beyond hot, but we sat with them in seventh grade because they were our friends. Just friends. This was unfortunate for me now, as I stared across the expansive, green lawn to where Derrick and his friends were.

"Speaking of the devil," I heard Claire mumble under her breath, and I tried to remember who she had been talking about and would be referring to when I saw Massie and her two sidekicks, Kristen 

Gregory and Alicia Rivera. They were walking across the lawn from the drop-off parking lot, and I knew Massie hadn't given up her driver and infamous range rover for Junior year. Claire and I were lucky enough to have gotten our licenses together over the summer, so even though we lived on opposite sides of town, we could still hang out where and whenever.

The three girls wore their practically patented runway stares as they made their way to the biggest oak on the lawn, slightly on the left side but still close enough to the middle so they would be close to "The Five" as the boys were known around here. They walked to the beat of a song playing only in their heads, left, and right, left, right. I rolled my eyes as they laid out a blanket before sitting down so as not to soil their perfectly gorgeous, perfectly designer, perfectly planned-out-for-a-week-on-Massie's-legendary-"Massiequin" outfits. Or their perfectly shiny hair, or their evenly filed and colored nails. And yet, as impeccable as they looked, I was still 100 glad I was me.

"Look at it! It's disgusting!" Claire said to me, and I noticed Derrick checking the girls out over his shoulder while they were in "gossip position". They broke away after a minute, giggling, and Massie was glancing at Derrick. Not to mention pretty much the rest of the girls on the lawn were looking at him, too. Just not as openly. We both rolled our eyes as she waved at Derrick, giggled, and went back to gossiping about him with her friends. But all of a sudden, I was only 95 glad I was me, and not Massie Block. Because I could have sworn that he winked at her. It happened so fast, his acknowledgement of her wave, and yet it had me wayy jealous.

Just then the bell rang, and Claire and I made our way to homeroom. In every class we had together, we were next to each other. We shared our homeroom. BOCD is one of those schools where everything is in alphabetical order. And so, well, Lyons and Marvil, you do the math. I rolled my eyes as I noticed that Massie and her girls hadn't gotten up. They didn't care about school one bit; they just smiled at teachers and got A's.

"Wait till they get to college and realize that they'll actually have to try in school?" Claire asked, sounding disgusted as we walked up the steps.

"Yea, well they'll either give their professors lap dances, or make their daddies pay their way. Or both." I retorted, making Claire laugh.

"Totally. Except Kristen is actually smart." She pointed out, just as we reached our homeroom and went inside. We headed to the middle like always. Luckily we got one of the cool homeroom teachers, Mr. Gelherty (a/n: made up/based off my friend's hr teacher). He let us sit wherever, and chat or do what we wanted. This girl called Strawberry (whose real name was actually Coral McAdams) usually had her iPod & speakers, and Mr. G was totally cool with it, so long as we listened to "appropriate" music.

Payton Lawrie, Erica Lunsky, Claire and I had been homeroom buddies since freshman year. We weren't really close outside of homeroom, because they weren't on the honor roll, but we were always there for each other in homeroom.

"Claire! Dylan!" Payton and Erica exclaimed, rushing over for hugs.

"Heyy, guys!" I replied, and Claire and I pulled them into a four way hug. The song "Summertime Guys" by Nikki Cleary was playing from Strawberry's speakers and the back to school chatter was in the back ground too.

"It's soo great to see you guys!" Claire gushed, as we pulled away. "How were your summers?"

They told us stories of art camp where Payton was a painter and Erica was a dancer.

"… and this year there were tons of cute guys! And our dance came out soo well." Erica informed us. "There are some great pictures on facebook; you should totally check them out."

"Will, do," Claire and I said at the same time. Then, "Apple C!" the four of us giggled. It's kinda embarrassing that we still do that, but we only do it in homeroom. It's like all the childish things you still do only when your closest friends are around. We laughed and talked about our summers some more 

and some other random stuff for the rest of the hour-long first day long homeroom, and Paige told us about a couple of cute new transfer students she'd seen before school today.

Claire nudged me. Hard. "Oh, no, Dyl," Erica moaned, but in a playful way, "You're not still in love with Derrick, are you? I hear he's after Massie." Payton nodded her confirmation of the gossip.

"See, what'd I tell you? Plus, they were totally flirting this morning," Claire said, rubbing salt in the wounds. I nodded.

"You guys are right. With the girls he's dated the past few years, I guess you could say we're not right for each other," I reluctantly conceded. Since freshman year, he'd dated the Massie Blocks of the school. He wasn't known for being a cheater, but he would sometimes break it off abruptly with one girl and be seen with said girl's best friend the next day. There was something about Derrick Harrington that made girls violate the universal chicks-before-dicks rule. And the Massie Blocks? They were the alphas, the a-list, the upper crust, the cool kids, or whatever you call the popular girls. Last year he dated Skye Hamilton, who had graduated in the spring. They were gorgeous, usually ditzy, leaders of their clique that led the school, and rich. Me? I was none of that. I guess I'm pretty rich, but other than that the only thing I had going for me was that I used to be his best friend. And now I was his best friend-that-is-a-girl. Y'know, the one that guys talk to occasionally, and come to for advice on what to buy their girlfriends for their birthday? Yup, that was me. What in the world did I have compared to Massie Block?

So, what do you guys think? Depending on your reviews this will end up a Massington or a Dylington. I personally like the latter, but it's up to you. I might have trouble updating this regularly because of school, but I'll try my best.

Xoxo!!