A/N: I changed a few things today, because I was looking at it and there were so many glaring mistakes, it was REALLY annoying me. Final chappy, I promise! I swear, it's done now. I know I said it's a oneshot, but I kept coming up with ways to continue it so…I mashed em together and this is what ya get. BTW, the song is "Pretty Girl" by Sugarcult. I love it! And hey, this gets confusing because Massie turns on her iPod and there's music that's coming from her speakers, and there's the lyrics that are for the actual story. So, the story-lyrics are in just italics, and the Massie's-iPod-lyrics are in bold AND italics.

Massie groaned as yet another rock came flying through her open window, coming close to breaking one of the crystals on her new purple chandelier. It landed harmlessly near the door to her walk-in closet.

She rolled over to glance at the purple alarm clock on her bedside table, staring at the blue numbers in disbelief. Three AM. How long would this last?

Another rock flew past her. She finally got up and walked over to her window.

Pretty girl is suffering,
while he confesses everything.

"Massie!" Derrington cried out from below. "There you are! I thought I had the wrong window!"

"You do! I'm Massie's cousin, Cassie. Go away!" Massie scowled and crossed her arms across her champagne-colored baby doll tank top. She glared at him, furiously trying to will him into leaving. Her silk baby doll tank and matching top were really cute, but they sucked at keeping her warm. She ran her hands up and down her freezing arms and glared harder.

"No, you're not! I'd know that scowl anywhere!"

"Go away, Derrick!" Massie screamed.

Pretty soon she'll figure out
what his intentions were about

"Not until you forgive me!"

"Not in this lifetime!"

"Why?"

"Go away!"

"No!"

"Fine! Then go to HELL!"

"No!"

"GET OUT OFF HERE BEFORE MY LAWYERS SUE THE CRAP OUT OF YOUR ASS!!!" Massie screeched at him, and slammed her window shut. But yet another rock came through her second window, in the other corner. Massie groaned and walked over. She snatched up a rock and scribbled a note on her purple monogrammed M paper. It read:

GO AWAY!

Then she chucked it down, and hoped to Gawd that it had hit him in the head. Maybe then he'd stop throwing rocks through her window and endangering the 196 purple Swavorski crystals on her brand-new chandelier.

But a rock came back through her window, this one crashing through her chandelier and breaking the biggest crystal that hung down in the middle.

Massie gripped her covers, squeezed her eye shut, and screamed at the top of her lungs, "DADDY!"

Now you can never get him outta your head.

William Block came running into his daughter's room. "What's the matter, dear?"

"Some crazy guy is throwing rocks into my room!" Massie fake-sobbed. "Please, Daddy, make him stop."

William puffed out his chest and walked over to the window. "Who's there?" he bellowed.

Behind him, Massie continued to fake-sob. "Make him go away, Daddy!"

"Who's there?" William shouted again. He must have seen Derrington, because he bellowed, "Get out of here, you scum bag! How dare you!"

Scum bag? Massie thought as she continued to fake-cry through her hands. Come on, Dad. Even I can do better than that!

"Daddy, he's scary!" Massie cried out, curling up into a little ball. Bean came up and snuggled under the covers with her. "Get 'em, puppy! Yeah, you go get 'em!" Massie whispered to her puppy. Bean growled and snuggled closer to her master.

"We'll have a restraining order put on you if you don't leave here right now!" William shouted. Derrick must have left, because Mr. Block slammed the window shut and turned to his daughter with a smile.

Massie fake-sniffled and pretended to wipe her eyes. When her hand came away wet, she realized she'd involuntarily started to cry.

Its the way
that he makes you cry;
its the way
that he's in your mind.

"Daddy," she whispered with another sniffle. "Is the scary guy gone?"

"Sweetheart, of course he is." William smiled comfortingly. William was one of those adults who had a smile for everything: a happy smile, a sad smile, a disappointed smile, a grin-and-bear-it smile, a "you-can-do-it!" smile, etc. He smiled at everything. This was his "it's-all-better" smile. "He'll never bother you again. Now, go to sleep. You've got school tomorrow."

Massie let out a gasp/sob. "Oh nooo, he must go to my school! OCD is co-ed now," Massie wailed.

"Do you want to transfer to Abner Double Day?" William asked, seriously.

"No!" Massie said a little too quickly. Then she remembered her acting job and sniffled a little. "I'm helping some teachers after school, and I don't know what they'd do if I left! I'm the only one who ever bothers to volunteer!"

Actually, that supposed "volunteering" was really emergency TPC shopping, but whatevs.

"Alright, sweetie. I'll get you some pepper spray, okay?"

Massie nodded and sniffled. "Okay, Daddy," she mumbled back. "Night."

"Good night, Massie."

And that's what you get for falling again
you can never get him outta your head
.

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Massie shot up in bed. It was seven AM. She was supposed to be dressed, showered, put together, and downstairs eating by now.

"Shit!" Massie cried out. "I'm gonna be late for carpool!"

She hurriedly threw on a black v-neck Lacoste sweater and a white collared Ralph Lauren polo. Then she forced her narrow legs into her new True Religion jeans, ripping off the tags as she hopped over to her mirrored dresser on one foot. She threw on a shining Betsey Johnson necklace, with a big gold heart hanging from a thin gold double chain. She fastened on her signature gold charm bracelet. Massie shoved on some black Juicy Couture ballet flats and grabbed her white Chanel tote. She bounded around the room, throwing her homework into the bag, panicking the whole time.

She's beautiful as usual
with bruises on her ego.

Massie raced downstairs, only to be greeted by the warm smell of pancakes coming from the kitchen. Her parents sat at the table, quietly drinking coffee and scanning their reading material of choice: for Kendra, Vogue, and for William, The New York Post.

Massie gasped. "I'm so sorry! I'm running so late!"

"Late? Massie, dear, it's six AM. You're quite early." Kendra sipped at her coffee as she smiled at her daughter.

"You're kidding me."

"No, darling. It was Daylight savings last night. Clocks go back an hour. Did you forget?"

"Yes," Massie groaned, and she marched back up the stairs tired and defeated, thinking about Derrington. Gawd! Why couldn't she stop doing that? She did, after all, hate him.

Its the way
that he makes you feel.
Its the way
that he kisses you.
Its the way
that he makes you fall in love.

Massie crawled back under the covers, after carefully changing back into her babydoll pajamas and placing her outfit on her Massie-quin. She reset her clock and crawled under the covers even further, shivering.

She'd get him in the morning.

Love
love
love.

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Massie rolled over in bed half an hour later. She managed to force herself to get up. Then she rubbed her eyes and blinked at her floor. There, on the floor, were two crisp $100 bills and a note, scribbled under her threat on her prurple monogrammed paper. The note read:

SORRY!

Massie groaned. She swept the things up and dropped them on her desk impatiently. Then, to distract herself, she switched on her iDock and selected an iPod from the lineup on her mirrored shelf below the Glossip Girl tubes. She forced her new teal iPod Touch into the speakers and blasted the random song she'd bought last night, after hearing J-pop was on the rise.

"Hi everybody! Well let's see…sing 'Hyokkori hyotanjima' of Morning Musume together okaaaay? Ya? Let's go!"

Massie tipped her head, crinkling her perfectly waxed eyebrows in confusion. What the hell was this girl saying?

"Nami o jabu jabu.
Jabu jabu!
Kaki wakete,
jabu jabu jabu!
Kumo o sui sui
Sui sui oi nuite
Sui, sui, sui!
Hyoutanjima wa doko e yuku
Bokura o nosete doko e yuku!"

The world's happiest music poured out of her speakers in Japanese, and Massie groaned. This was popular? Seriously?

"Hyokkkori hyotanjima,
ja-ne wei ca-!"

She cut off the insanely happy music and switched the song to Abby Boyd's infamous angry chick-rock. It was saying something about how boys suck, girls have all the power, and her ex should go rot in hell. Massie turned it up and danced her way to the bathroom. She showered quickly and blow-dried her hair, all to Abby Boyd's loud scream-singing.

Pretty soon she'll figure out
you can never get him outta your head.

She got dressed in the same perfect outfit, but put on her other Juicy flats, the plain black ones with a single charm on each one, instead of the ones with the white writing all over them. She was also careful not to throw on her shirt backwards, like she'd done before. (The shirt was a V-neck, nawt a choker.) Finally, she switched all of her things from her white Chanel bag to her black one. In one of the side pockets, she stuffed the crisp hunderd dollar bills, rolling her eyes in disgust. He thought she needed help buying a new crystal? Puh-lease!

Massie sprayed Chanel No 5 in her doorway and walked through the mist on her way downstairs.

Her dad smiled again, sipping a slightly stonger coffee and reading the same newspaper. Kendra was probably still getting dressed.

"Massie! I bought you the pepperspray. And a package came for you, about ten minutes ago." He handed her both.

As Massie had suspected, the pepperspray was in a tacky bright-yellow tube. But she only smiled back at her dad and said sweetly, "Thank you, Daddy. I'm going to put my package in my room, kay?"

Once back in her room, she cracked open the plastic tube of pepperspray and opened up her package. It was a black-rhinestone-covered purse-sized perfume sprayer. It had a skull and crossbones on it in clear rhinestones. Massie had rush-ordered five of them from Nordstom before going back to bed.

Massie unscrewed the top and poured in the pepper spray. She repeated this with four more tubes and dropped them all in a zipper compartment of her Chanel tote. Then Massie hurried back downstairs. She ate her blueberry pancakes delicately, careful not to drip sticky maple syrup on her neat outfit.

She had to be perfect today.

It's the way that he's in your mind;
it's the way that he makes you fall in love.

Then she hurried outside and begged Isaac to take her early. She called all of the girls to tell them the change in plans.

Claire came out wearing a navy velour Juicy jacket over a black C & C tank top, and a pair of dark wash Sevens. Her shoes were a brand-new pair of Harajuku Lovers lowtops Converse. It was a comp box/ Massie outfit. Perfect.

Massie handed a tube of the pepperspray to Claire and explained. Claire giggled wickedly. Living in Westchester for five long years had changed her. She now appreciated certain schemes and had a certain dislike for her younger brother, having learned to be nice to people only when it benifited her.

When they stopped at Alicia's house, she came out wearing the same jacket as Claire. But Alicia wore a black Ralph Lauren polo under it, and had her dark True Religion jeans tucked into Uggs.

"Wow," Massie said sarcastically. "How ah-dorable! You match."

"No biggie," Alicia said airily. "I'll change in The Room." (A/N: there is a highschool version of The Room in my story, FYI)

"Right," Massie said, knowing Claire's couture outfit was one of her few, while Alicia had plenty more where her high-end clothes came from. "Oh, that reminds me," she added, and handed Alicia the tiny bottle of pepperspray. But instead of expalining the plan again, she only told her not to do anything with the tiny bottle. That needed to be saved for later.

Her killer instinct tells her to
be aware of evil men

When everyone was piled into the car, Massie explained the plan. They nodded and giggled as she poured out of the car. The LBR's stared at them as they emerged, hair swinging and eyes gleaming. They were glorious as they walked along the halls (Alicia in a new black Twisted Hearts hoodie with gold beading), the other cliques separating briefly to let them pass. TPC looked absolutely runway-ready, as usual.

Until Claire tripped. She went down, face-first, and narrowly missed the trashcan.

But she sprung back up and brushed herself off, and TPC recovered quickly.

They walked to their lockers, which happened to be above their ex-crushes' lockers, and carefully set up the trap. The group stuck their bags into their lockers, took deep breaths, and simulateously screamed "EWWW!" at the top of their lungs.

Claire took a deep breath before shouting, "MICE!"

The girls screamed and jumped on benches, crying and begging the janitor to come and fix it. He walked over to TPC, and asked them where the mice were.

They all pointed at Derrick's locker.

The janitor cracked the lock and pushed two or three mouse traps into the little locker, then walked off. Massie replaced the cut lock with one that was exactly the same, down to having been set to the same code.

She snapped the locker shut just as Derrick turned the corner and walked towards them. He grinned at Massie, who scowled back.

Her killer instinct tells her to
be aware of evil men.

"Did ya get my note this morning?" he asked when he reached his locker. He knelt down to get to his locker, then looked up at Massie.

"Yes," she said through gritted teeth, leaning against the locker. She ignored the icy feeling from the metal seeping through her cashmere sweater, and instead handed him his money back. "Thanks, but I don't need handouts."

He stuck his hand into his locker, fishing around for something. "Jeez, no need to be so-OW!" Derrick whipped his hand out of his locker. "What the-?"

"Oooooh, didn't we tell you? They found mice in your locker, so they put traps. What'd you have in there, last week's lunch?" Alicia shrugged. Then, under her breath, she added, "Serves you right if your hand got all cut up!"

"Or got a finger snapped off," Dylan muttered.

"Why, you little-!" Derrick sprung for Alicia, but Massie, like a good little actress, screamed. The entire OCD student body turned to stare at him, just as Massie and the other TPC girls whipped out their pepperspray and unleased a stream of bilinding liquid on him.

And that's what you get for falling again
you can never get him outta your head
.

"Get away from me!" Alicia shrieked. She pressed the spray nozzle harder, looking to be almost in tears.

"Cease fire!" Massie whisper-shouted, so only Derrick and TPC heard. They stopped spraying, and Derrick stopped clawing at them.

"Mr. Harrington!" Headmaster Adams came running down the aisle, eyes practically bulging out of their sunker-in sockets. "Did you just attack this young lady?"

"Wha-? N-n-n-no, s-s-s-sir! I s-s-s-swear!" Derrick stuttered. His eyes were watering even though they were squished shut, tears pouring down his face.

"Young ladies, did you spray this young man with"-he paused to sniff the air-"pepperspray?"

"Yes, sir," Massie said, in a regretful tone. "But it was pure self defence."

"Absolutely. Derrick almost attacked our friend, sir," Kristen added. Her conscience wouldn't let her lie well, but this wasn't lying. He had almost attacked Leesh. At least, that's what Kristen kept telling herself.

It was Claire's turn to chime in, but she couldn't. Nobody had perfected the deer-in-the-headlights look quite like Claire had.

Dylan came to the rescue, saying, "We didn't want to spray him, sir, but we also would not want our friend to be hurt."

As Derrick was being carted away to the nurse's office, with six Saturday schools and a detention, TPC waved at him.

"HEY!" he shouted. "Look, they're faking! They're not crying!"

Massie and the girls quickly buried their faces in their hands and shook with supressed laughter. To the teachers (and other nosy onlookers) it looked like they were genuinely crying hard.

"Mr. Harrington, I don't know what exactly is wrong with you, but we'll find out in the detention room after school today," Headmaster Adams growled. "And we'll fix that problem. Won't we?"

"That'll teach him to mess with Massie Block," Massie murmured.

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"Massie," Derrick whispered, nudging her. She rolled over in her sleep.

"Go away, Derrington," she mumbled. Then her eyes shot open and she bolted upright. "DADDY!" she started to scream, but was silenced when he put a hand over her mouth.

"No, no, no. I'm not here to threaten you," he whispered.

"Then what do you want?"

"To apologize."

"Right. You couldn't wait for school, you had to come in and give me a heart attack before you apologize."

"Yup."

Pretty soon she'll figure out
you can never get him outta your head.

Massie rolled her eyes and got up to leave, but he had other things in mind.

Its the way that he makes you feel.
Its the way that he kisses you.
Its the way that he makes you fall in love,
love
Love

And just like that, the jerk had been forgiven.

Its the way that he makes you fall in love,
love
Love

A/N: bleh, I don't like the ending its too…mushy. "Pretty Girl" is NOT a mushy song, if you actually listen to it. Whatevs. This is the final chappy, so I don't have to continue the mush! Oh, and the happy-Jpop blasting from Massie's iPod is'Hyokkori Hyoutanjima,' by Morning Musume. And NBB, this is 3,020 words, not counting this sentence. So you can't kill me!