New Guy

Claire's POV:

"I can't believe I fell for this… for you… again…" I said, knowing that my eyes were probably red, shocked, and full of hurt.

"I hope you're happy with your slut Cameron Fisher, because you lost the best fucking thing you ever had in your life." I said, trying to pull myself together in front my naked ex-boyfriend and Olivia.

Quickly, I turned around before the tears could spill and walked away, slamming the door behind me. I'm not going to cry… not this time, and not ever again for him. He'd gone way too far this time. He'd made love to Olivia Ryan. I sat down, trying to get rid of the painful feeling of heartbreak…again… and tried to concentrate despite the party going on inside Massie's house. I took off the bracelet he'd given me the second week we were dating.

-flashback-

"Cam I feel so happy!" I said, twirling around at the grassy field. We were at the park, having a picnic on a warm, sunny day. Everything was perfect. He looked shyly over at me and blushed.

I fell back onto the grass next to him. "Haha, am I that embarrassing?" I said playfully, and punched his arm softly.

He looked me in the eye and said, "No..." Cam smiled his perfect smile, "you just look so beautiful today." He tucked a piece of my hair back behind my ear.

I blushed, and turned away from his intense gaze. I felt the butterflies in my stomach as I grinned to myself, like a lovesick teenager. (Which was exactly what I was.)

"Clairebear?" He asked.

"Yeah, Cammy?" I turned around to face him. He surprised me by pulling me in and capturing me with a sweet, passionate kiss. Once we finally pulled away, Cam began taking something out of his pocket.

"I love you," he said, grinning shyly, "and you're the only one for me. I made this for you." He handed me a blue box that was lovingly tied with a white ribbon. I couldn't believe it; I guess that was why people called him Mr. Romantic. How he would be called a player, I have no idea.

My cheeks flushed, and I opened it. It was a homemade bracelet that said "UR THE ONLY 1 4 ME."

"Hmm…" I said, mockingly, "Fisher, you spelled your wrong." I grinned at his disappointed expression.

"Oh you know I'm kidding!" I said and slipped the bracelet on. "I love you too," I said, and I pulled him in for a thanking kiss.

-end of flashback-

Angrily, I ripped it apart, and threw it away. He didn't even care about me. If he did, at least he would be running after me, but I don't even have the satisfaction of that. I closed my eyes.

I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairytale.

I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet, lead her up the stairwell.

I batted my eyes to prevent myself from crying, and stood up, trying to look in control and confident instead of the horrible mess I was inside. I felt dizzy, but made my way to Massie's guest house, or my home, and tried to think of what to do next.

Cam's POV:

I got up from the bed and sat at the edge, running my hand through my black hair.

"Cammy!" Olivia whined, "Where are you going?"

I turned around to look at her pouty face that she apparently thought was sexy, and turned away to put on my clothes.

"What do you think? To find my girlfriend!" I said in an obvious tone.

Olivia smirked. "What are you talking about?" she said, "That blonde bimbo is long gone. I'm your girl now."

I stiffened. She had no right to call Claire a bimbo or to say she was "my girl." I clenched my fists, but held in my anger. I thought about it for a moment and came to a conclusion. "I guess you're right," I said in my sweetest voice, "But you're not my girl." I turned away and opened the door of one of Massie's bedrooms to let myself out.

"Pfft. Yeah right Cammy. You made love to me. She knows we've been going behind her back for months. Why are you holding back? We can finally be together and you're turning all of this," she pointed to herself, "down. And like always, you're running back to her." She rolled her eyes.

I already knew the answer. I liked Claire, but she wasn't nearly as open to the physical stuff. All she wanted to do all day was play her piano, talk, and do homework. I needed to be nice to Olivia to fulfill my… err cravings… but I loved- did I love?- Claire. Either way, I shrugged it off because Claire would take me back, like always. Even if it was something serious like this, she would take me back with the help of some roses, gummy worms, and sappy notes.

"Bye Olivia," I said sweetly, and left, closing the door behind me. Yeah, she was hot, but she was dumb as a log. At least she was easy, and I didn't have to be all Mr. Romantic with her. I decided to head home after looking for Claire for what seemed like hours, and deal with all this tomorrow at school.

-The Next Day at School-

Cam's POV:

I stood next to Claire's locker, and overlooked my items. Gummy worms? Check. Roses? Check. A sappy love poem? Check. I was ready to be forgiven and taken back. The problem was, where was she?

I groaned. The bell would ring in five minutes. I decided to wait outside, and hid behind a tree so I could surprise her. All of a sudden, the Block's limo pulled up. Perfect.

Claire's POV:

I sat next to Massie and the rest of the PC, or Pretty Committee. Hawt clothes? Check. I decided to wear white booty shorts and a baby blue, frilly tank top that brought out my eyes. My hair was perfectly curled with the help of Massie, but my shoes were still white Keds. Hey, I wanna actually be comfortable walking around.

If I could just ignore Cam, then everything would be fine. Maybe I could even move on to another guy! I filled myself with optimistic thoughts and got out of the limo, hoping I wouldn't look like a complete fool.

I waved bye to the PC, and decided to walk alone today. Suddenly, Derrick Harrington came to meet me. He was to hottest guy I'd ever met, of course besides Cam. His shaggy blonde hair and big brown eyes made everyone who looked at him fall head over heels with him. And here he was, approaching me.

"Hey Claire!" Derrick said, grinning. "Wanna walk together? We have to get to Mr. Nose Picker."

"Sure!" I linked arms, laughed, and then agreed with him. Mr. Nose Picker was our biology teacher, but even though he says we have to be clean and all that crap, you can always catch him picking his nose.

"I wonder who's Mrs. Nose Picker," I whispered into his ear, giggling.

"What are you talking about," He whispered back, "nobody in their right mind would go out with him!" I burst into laughter- this was the best I'd felt in days.

Right then, a burst of Drakkar Noir scent made its way to my nose and my shoulder was roughly pulled back, unlinking me from Derrick. "Claire, what the hell are you doing with Harrington?" Cam shouted, loud enough for everyone to hear.

My cheeks turned red and I said, "What? I can't hang out with a hot guy like Derrick?" I smirked, pushed his hand off my shoulder, and linked arms with Derrick. The whole school started whispering about what just happened as I walked away and headed towards class.

"Hey so you think I'm hot, huh?" Derrick whispered seductively into my ear. I giggled and blushed, finally happy to not have to constantly think about heartbreak. Even though I had no feelings for Derrick, I wouldn't have to tell Cam that just yet... right?

Cam's POV:

What the hell just happened? First I get everything ready to apologize to Claire. Then, she ditches me and goes to hang out with Derrick. What type of best friend flirts with my girl, knowing that we're basically together. (Even though our on again, off again relationship has been confusing.) How could Claire even look happy with that douche bag, or laugh with him? That's what WE were supposed to do. That's what WE did together.

I tapped my pencil rhythmically against the table and glanced up at Claire and Harrington. They were happily joking around, and he even had the nerve to push a strand of her gorgeous, platinum blonde hair back behind her ear. Why did she look so happy? I just cheated on her. Well, I guess it's sort of my fault, but that's not the point here.

Throughout class, I tried to concentrate, but it was sort of hard when Claire kept giggling. Plus… I sort of got distracted. She looked so magnificent today. Her hair had soft curls, her baby blue eyes looked as beautiful and innocent as ever, and her whole outfit showed off her body. The body I couldn't have. The perfect girl that had once been mine was gone, and off with someone new.

The bracelet I gave her was gone. I stiffened as I realized how serious this was. How could she just forget about me so easily?

Yes, I know this is probably killing all you Clam and Massington fans.

No worries though, this IS a Clam and Massington story, rest assured.

I'm sorry I made Cam and Claire seem like jerks, but the story wouldn't work if they weren't.

Thanks for the reviews, and keep reviewing. I hope you guys enjoyed this, and yes, I am a sappy writer.

Again, thanks for reading. The next chapter should come out soon, but sorry if it doesn't. (Busy)

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