Disclaimer: The following characters do not belong to me, except for the minor characters whose names I come up with, other than that they all belong to Lisi Harrison =]

Massie POV:

Harrington Estate

Front Porch

Saturday May 7th

9:45 am

As Massie approached his house she couldn't ignore the butterflies that were flying into her stomach, sure her and Derrick had been friends since before either of them could remember, but when he went away to baseball camp the summer before freshman year, they both did some growing up. Massie's 32 As turned into 32 Cs, her 5'2 frame became a long, lithe, 5'8, and her shoulder length hair grew so that it graced the start of her newly formed curves. He had gone from the pale, skinny kid; to the tall, Greek God he is now. His tall, lanky frame filled out with muscle, he was so tan that he had that same tan for the rest of freshman year, his dirty blond hair now had sun given platinum and golden blonde highlights, and his caramel colored eyes now sported amber flecks. All of the physical changes brought about a change in her; she became the girl that every girl wanted to be. Her and her group of friends, Alicia, Dylan, and Kristen did whatever they wanted when they wanted. They never got in trouble because Alicia's mom is the head mistress of the school, and she so desperately wanted to seem cool to her teenage daughter and her friends, that she usually kept their little mishaps private. Thus, Massie's parents had their "perfect" daughter and Massie had a life, it really was the ideal situation. If Claire even tried to mess that up she would get to know the real Massie, she was sure she could out bitch her dumb blonde cousin. After all, Claire was just a silly party girl, how much damage could she do?

"Mass?" A voice rips her away from her thoughts. As her head shoots up she feels her neck twist in pain.

"OWW! What the hell Derr?" She glowered at him.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to startle you! Are you okay?"

"Do I look okay?"

"You look amazing." He smiled and winked at her, instantly she forgot she was angry at him and smiled.

"You are obnoxious."

"You love it."

"Eres el niño mas tonto que he conocido en toda mi vida." She stuck her tongue out at him.

"Umm, kay?" Massie laughs.

"The correct pronunciation is que, and I said you are the stupidest boy I have ever met in my whole life."

"Well then," he huffed.

"Are you going to let me in or do you want to fail Spanish?"

"I'm not sure. I haven't decided whether it's worth it yet."

"Well then, I will be going." Massie slowly turned away.

"Wait! I was kidding! Come baaacck!" Derrick over exaggerated "back" causing her to giggle.

"Ha! You laughed! That means I'm forgiven! YESS!" He starts to do a happy dance, which consists of fist pumping in a circle. Massie threw he head back and laughed, and then she bent over shaking her head. "Worst...dancer...EVER!" She exclaimed between bursts of laughter. Derrick pouted but didn't say anything as she walked by, and entered the house.

Derrick POV

Harrington Estate

Front Porch

Saturday May 7th

9:53 am

He watched as Massie threw her head back and laughed. She'd always been the most beautiful girl he's ever known. Ever since they were little her dark brown hair contrasted with her amber eyes, her face a porcelain masterpiece until summer, when she became golden. Derrick always loved her, but when they reunited after his first trip to baseball camp, he knew he was in love with her. The only thing that kept him from admitting it to her is the way she acts in school. When its just the two of them Massie is funny, smart, kind, goofy, just like she's always been, but at school, he hates to say it, she's a raging, vindictive, merciless bitch.

Massie had always had a mean side, but it usually only came out when she was attacked. Now it's as if she's made a game of it. How long did it take her to make that girl cry? Did it beat her old record of 30 seconds? It repulsed him to hear her have these conversations with the rest of her bitch clique, or as they refer to themselves the Pretty Committee, PC for short. He just wishes that she was his Massie all the time, not just with him and their families.

"Helloo? Earth to Derrypoo?"

Massie's voice broke him out of his thoughts.

"Do you have to call me that Mass?"

"What? Is it only okay when your whittle girlfriend says it?" She smirked and raised her left eyebrow; suddenly she went from his Mass to PC Mass.

"She's not my girlfriend!"

"Oh, I am sooo sorry, your 'friend with benefits' aka slut bag you use for sex."

He could feel her rolling her eyes, and forced himself to look into her amber orbs. Today they resembled melted gold, yesterday they were a fiery, yellow-orange, and they never ceased to enchant him. Just like her.

"Are we gonna do my project or what?"

"Let us get started Señor loserbutt." She stuck her tongue out at him, a habit she had maintained throughout her life. His Massie was back.

Claire POV

Los Angeles International Airport, LAX

Terminal 3, 33A

Saturday May 7th

11:25 am

Claire boarded the plane alone, but she wasn't really alone, technically anyways, somewhere on this plane was her dead mother. Her dad had made sure that the press weren't able to have a field day with her death. She is going to be buried in the family cemetery, in Westchester. How morbid, she was on a plane with her dead mother, and her father is "winning" in California. She never thought this would happen, not to her. Sure she was a bitch, but she wasn't a bad person, not that bad anyways. She was even still a virgin! Which in Hollywood is a big accomplishment for a teenage girl, especially one who drank and partied as much as she did. She no longer felt like thinking, she turned on her ipod touch, "T-Th-that that don't kill me, can only make me stronger, I need you to hurry up now, 'cause I can't wait much longer." Claire laughed, and laughed, until she finally fell asleep.