I DONT OWN THE CLIQUE. LISI HARRISON DOES.

Gala Event, NYC

10:31 P.M.

(Derrick's POV)

It had been an exact hour after the infamous Derrick Harrington had met the mysterious woman and I was still stuck.

Who the hell was she? And why is she still on my mind? Usually a girl only fully registered me when we're together in bed but this time we nowhere near a bed, so why is she still on my mind?

I slammed my second clear glass of empty scotch onto the expensive black marble bar and I straightened up. Enough about her, now it's time for what I came here to do. Business.

I stood up from the leather stool and towered a good foot over everyone else and made my way discreetly to the majestic grand staircase that was covered with a deliciously soft red carpet. I climbed up slowly and casually looked around to make sure everyone was in their place.

Yup. Josh Hotz was silently chatting with a politician as he made a quick glance towards Derrick's way. Dylan Marvil was poised beside the impressive ceiling to floor window as she flirted with the mayor's son. Psh, she would.

As I reached the top of the staircase, placing a firm hand on the cold banister and stealthy placed a small time digital time bomb underneath. I glanced around to make sure the whole upper level had been cleared out of people. Running a finger down a gold frame of a painting and I sighed to think of the shame to see this beautiful place destroyed.

But it had to be done in order to send a very clear message.

I patrolled that whole level again to double check that there was nobody roaming around before I placed two larger bombs behind two different columns. There would be no deaths tonight, but there would be destruction.

Gala Event, NYC

10:55 P.M.

(Dylan's POV)

I flipped my hair shiny hair behind my back and nodded mindlessly at the mayor's son. Sure, he was hot, but honestly? The kid's a total dozer. I glanced at one of my partners Derrick Harrington and seared him with my jade colored eyes, hoping the intensity would urge him to work faster and spare me from this boredom. The blond disappeared behind a column and a smiled, satisfied. I smoothed my floor length strapless black Chanel dress and ignored the pinch my Tffany's necklace was giving me. I gave the mayor's son an overly big smile.

"You single?" I asked him as I stepped closer to him.

"Sure." He replied a little surprised at my sudden interest.

"Give me a call sometime." I stepped in closer, this time my lips pressed against his ear. "We should meet up."

"Of course." He said as I ran a slender hand up his chest. "Anytime."

I felt his hand placed gently on my narrow hips and I rolled my eyes. Has this kid ever flirt before? I felt a glaze burning on my cheek and I turn a little and saw my other partner raising his eyebrows at me. Puh-lease Josh Hotz, like I would eh-ver like a goody guy like the mayor's son. But I could definitely score points with my boss if I had his phone.

I pulled away, my hand closing around the smooth surface. "See you later." I threw in a sultry wink and turned to the other direction.

I made my way through the empty lobby and it wasn't long before I heard the sound of Gucci loafers taping gently on the granite floor, following me as I pushed through the massive doors in the front. I stepped into the chilly air and glanced around for our car. The Maserati Granturismo was underneath the huge sagging tree where we had left it. Apparently being inconspicuous was lost on the boys when they had picked the vehicle for tonight. I pulled the sleek key out of my bra and pressed the button and the car beeped. I gathered my dress and gracefully slipped into the driver's seat.

I was fixing my make-up on the rear view mirror when Josh slipped in, carelessly swinging his polished gun.

"So," He said as he pulled the bullet-proof door closed "Mind me ask what you were doing with the spoiled brat?"

"Why? Jealous?" I countered as I gently pulled a mascara clump off my lashes.

"Just wondering." Josh shrugged.

I smiled as I waved the mayor's son's iPhone in his face. "Think boss will give us extra?"

Josh chuckled "Ah, I knew me and D picked the right girl." He swished it of my moisturized hand and started thumbing through the contact list.

I snorted "If you guys hadn't picked me, you knew I would've crashed anyways."

"Of course." Josh gave me an ah-dorable grin and he glanced at the digital clock. "It's time." He declared.

I pulled my fierce red hair into a bun and pulled off my 5-inch Christian Louboutin heels and tossed them into Josh's lap who stared at them dejectedly before throwing them into the back seat.

"So I take it you're driving today?" Josh asked as I started the engine and it roared to life.

"No shit." I answered as we jerked forward in a jolt. Impossible, I barely touched the pedal. How do men drive these things?

"Why? Is there a problem?" I asked as I ignored Josh's white knuckles that were gripped onto the seat and smirked at his stony face. This guy can launch himself into a series of suicide missions but he can't take my driving. Go firgure.

"It's gonna be one hell of a ride." Was his strained reply.

"Yes it is." I could feel the corner of my lips turn upward as I pressed down on the pedal and the Porsche lurched forward in a sudden moment.

I could've sworn I heard Josh yelp.

Gala Event, NYC

Upper Level

11:11 P.M.

(Derrick's POV)

"Make a wish!" I could almost hear the bubbly Dylan Marvil shriek in my head as I stared at the Fossil watch on my wrist. 11:11. She had always been the kind to believe in those beliefs. Make a wish. Huh. I closed my eyes and assured myself that nobody was witnessing the Derrick Harrington making a wish. What to wish for? The answer immediately popped into his head.

Hmm...I wish I can meet the mysterious girl with the beautiful amber eyes again.

Suddenly, I heard a beep and my cameral eyes snapped open. It's time.

I moved swiftly to the window and yanked it opened with force and I peered down the 10-story-building. I turned around and hooked the thick rope I had prepared along to edge and pulled to stable it. 11:13. I breathed in as I held the remote in my hand. I perched myself on the ledge and clutched onto the rope. Another minute...another minute.

I sighed impatiently as I squatted there, probably looking ridiculous in my tuxedo as I got ready to push the button. The long hand on my watch moved a tiny space up. 11:14. I peered down again and shrugged to myself. I was never one that was afraid of heights.

Then another beep sounded, but this time it was louder. Finally, they're ready.

I finished my last sip of Jack Daniels and I took a deep breathe and I jumped. I grabbed the rope in a death grip as I sailed into the air. It wasn't long before gravity kicked in and I plummeted down the glass building. I pressed the remote and Click.

It was very silent for a moment. Peaceful even as I sliced through the air like a brick then I heard it. BOOM. The entire top floor exploded above me and contributed to the gravity, forcing my downwards even faster. I felt my cheeks get pulled back and I closed my eyes as glass rained down from above me.

But they were too far away I had a head start. Like I always do.

I heard the sound of roaring. My ride was here. I posed myself into a crouching position, which was next to impossible when you're in the air and before I knew it I crashed onto something semi-soft. And moving. I groaned as my feet smashed unstably onto the thick cashmere blanket. I whipped it off the roof of the Porsche and knocked rapidly as the sunroof opened up slowly. I honestly didn't want a NYPD car driving by and seeing a lunatic cruising on top of a car. I slipped in and my ass contacted with something very pointy.

"Ouch." I growled as I pulled the object out from under. A single black heel.

"Something wrong?" Josh turned around in alarm. "Did you sprain something?"

"Yeah, my ass." I moaned as I tossed it onto Dylan's lap.

"Seriously? It's a shoe. Man up." Dylan quickly closed the sunroof before the glass can enter our interior.

"Love you too Dyl." I called towards the front seat and I crammed in the back. I looked out the window into a scene of chaos. People were running for a source of cover and cars swerved out of harm's way. New Yorkers were in fear of another terrorist attack.

I kicked off my leather shoes and cashmere socks and place my feet on the handrest between the driver's seat and the shot gun as I put my hands on the back of my head. Dylan elbowed my feet twice. Hard.

"Let's get otta here." I replied. Another day, another job. Welcome to my life.

Josh yawned as he eyed the driver's wheel cautiously. "Why are you swerving left so much? You're gonna hit the cab."

Dylan huffed and glared at Josh. I whistled. Everyone knew that Dylan hated it when people question or doubt her. She made her point by swerving right this time onto the sidewalk and almost knocking into a lamp post.

"It's either that or this honey. You pick." Dylan replied in an overly sweet tone. But she didn't wait for a response from Josh because she swerved left again and we bumped down from the sidewalk.

I guffawed as I strapped on my seat belt. Police cars were speeding from the opposite direction towards the Gala building with their loud sirens blaring as Dylan barreled by several cars that were in her way. Note to self: Next time, pick a less expensive car.

"You missed 7th street." Josh said as we shot past the long avenue.

"What do we need from 7th street?" Dylan asked as she pushed a strand of glossy hair away from her small face.

Josh shrugged, "I thought we could all use a couple of shots from that new bar."

"Given." Dylan agreed. She pushed her bare foot against the pedal and we came to a screeching halt. I was thrown forward and Josh started lecturing.

"Dylan! You can't just stop in th-" He never finished his sentence because the redhead started dangerously backing down the street in top speed.

"Stop." Josh yelled. Dylan only rolled her eyes and we shot or way back the almost empty street. Cars honked and drivers shouted as they quickly darted out of the way. But Dylan didn't seem affected one little but.

"Where is it?" Dylan asked as we drove down 7th Ave.

"First building on the second block." Josh wiped his forehead and glanced at the redhead. "You're crazy."

"I'm working for Vito Harrington. I know I am." Dylan replied cockily as she threw a wink at Josh who raised his eyebrows at her suggestively.

What? Are they friends with benefits now? I thought they called that off. I never got those two. Never did and never will.

Ouside bar, NYC

12:05 P.M.

(Derrick's POV)

"So what now?" Dylan asked as she backed up into the packing space and we came to an abrupt spot because she hit the curb "Sorry."

"Ah" Josh stumbled to get out first, "I felt like I was on a fishing boat in a big storm."

Dylan got out and smirked at him "Pussy."

Josh opened his mouth to playfully snap at her but I interrupted him "Let's just go in, I need a break."

"Uh, same" Dylan replied. "Ew, look at what I'm wearing." She groaned.

"What? You look nice." Josh told her as he stretched his arms.

"I know I look nice but I can't wear a floor length Chanel dress to a bar." Dylan snapped.

Josh and I walked towards the front of the line up, flashing charming smiles at whoever complains.

"Come on Dyl." I called "Maybe you'll meet a guy that'll be happy to rip it off for you."

I earned a chuckle from Josh and a light smack on the arm from Dylan.

"Maybe I will." She mused. "Hey! Look who it is!"

Both Josh's and my face darkened quickly.

HEY! long time no update. I know. I know.

RREEVVIIEEWWSS pls.

-xoxo, V