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Chapter Two
Massie
Unfortunately for Massie Block, the first day of Junior year was far too eventful. She was hoping for a more laid back beginning to the year but of course that wasn't what she would get.
After all this was Westchester, and Westchester never did mediocre. Westchester was all out and Massie for once wanted to lay low and just be in the back.
That's not what she got the day of September 3rd however.
"Mass!" Alicia tip toed her way over to Massie through the crowd of students all going straight, huddled around like penguins to the auditorium.
Massie whirled around, cappuccino in hand as she stared at Alicia's deep brown (worried) eyes.
"I sense trouble," Massie grumbled. "It's only 8am dammit."
"You'll never believe this!" Alicia pursed her lips into a frown.
"What?"
"Skye Hamilton and Josh Hotz!"
"Wait...what? Repeat Leesh. Did I just hear you right?" Massie gawked at the news, not caring that students pushed past them in a hurry to get to the auditorium. Everytime the front doors to Westchester Prep opened up, letting in a new wave of students it also let in the wave of the crisp autumn air.
Just last week it was nice and hot and now there was a cool breeze coming through town, and Massie felt as if she were back in London with the cold breeze despite the fact that it was summer. Rainy it may be there, London was beautiful and Westchester had lost its glamour and charm to Massie long ago.
"I know right!" Alicia looked distressed, which wasn't like her. Though her troubles, Massie made a mental note in her mind to compliment Alicia when she got the chance. The Spanish beauty had her dark brownish almost black hair down in loose waves that framed her face perfectly, like a picture. Alicia's white uniform tee couldn't hide her cleavage, which gave Alicia the lusty seductive look she always seemed to go for with out even trying. Her black school skirt couldn't hide Alicia's curves, especially that concerning what was so shapely behind.
Massie frowned a bit.
Alicia probably didn't have to try so hard in the mornings.
She sipped her cappuccino and continued to listen on to her best friend complain about her ex and the senior alpha, Skye.
"It's horrible Mass! They like are a thing now."
"They probably just fuck Leesh, it's nothing."
Alicia crossed her arms across her chest. "You wouldn't be saying that if this were Derrick."
Ouch.
That hurt.
"I don't care about Derrick anymore Leesh, he's totally nothing ya know," Massie clicked the roof of her tongue, acting as if it were nothing.
But it was something. It was always something.
Massie Block and Derrick Harrington may have not been in a romantic relationship since the end of eight grade, but they were always constantly in each others lives...in romantic ways and other. It was hard to just throw that all away over little disputes that turned big and sour. Massie wouldn't lie...she did miss Derrick's scent and tanning by her pool while she watching him swim around and splash her. It was fun. They were innocent. She missed laying down on the grass with him when they went camping (although camping wasn't Massie's strongest suit). She missed how she could complain to him about cheer and he could teach her about soccer, making Massie feel higher up to all of the girls pretending to know the sport just because it was big at their school and juts because all the hottest guys played on the team.
It hurt her, yes, but she'd get over it.
She was Massie fucking Block, and she would get over it...sooner better than later.
"Whatever," Alicia nervously twirled her hair. "I don't know why I care so much ya know? I mean it's not like we've spoken recently other than..the incident," Alicia grinned sheepishly. Te girls had all called last weeks barbecue fiasco, the incident, and they didn't like to dwell on Massie's huge splash (literally) concerning the entire situation.
William and Kendra Block gave Massie an earful that night about letting Derrick just walk off upset (Massie didn't know why they cared so much anyways), and it took at least two hours before Dempsey Solomon finally left the Blocks' sitting room and was well enough to drive home.
Luckily for her dad, William Block didn't loose any business ventures that day and Kendra's country club ladies weren't upset at all. A bit shocked, but a little teenage brawl was the most exciting part of their day other than changing their children's diapers.
"I just think that I'm so nervous because I'm finally going to do the school announcements with Josh this year."
"Really? I thought that job was left to the seniors."
"This years senior class is a bit lazy when it comes to all of that," Alicia sighed. "Anyways, it'll be the first time since 8th grade and I dunno...I'm just nervous and everything."
Massie gave Alicia a supporting hug. "Don't worry Leesh. It'll be fine. It's the morning too, you'll be wide awake and doing your job while Josh is still most likely half asleep. It's going to be juts fine."
"You're right," Alicia breathed in and out and in and out again. When given a curious look from Mass, Alicia only shrugged. "It's yoga," Alicia explained. "With my breathing exercises I'm learning how to get rid of all negative energy in my life."
"Do you know how to get rid of principal Kensington's speech?"
"No, unfortunately."
The two girls shuffled in and glanced around the large dimly lighted auditorium for the other three pretty committee members.
Ah, the first day of school. Massie felt bad for the freshies, yet found them really annoying. Especially the slutty wannabee girls who already tried to dress up their uniforms to look way too glitz and sparkly. It was so trashy and 2012, you'd think that they'd learn. The little freshman boys walked around like they were hot stuff, only to be turned down once they saw the older varisty boys who were known in Westchester for skill in whatever sport they played.
All around her Massie saw little Derricks and Cams, just like how the boys were back in freshman year. Massie wondered if she looked as desperate as the freshman newbies or the "sophomore sluts." Maybe she did. Maybe she didn't. That didn't matter now, she was a junior and an alpha. Everybody knew who really ruled this school, and it wasn't in the clutches of Sky Hamilton.
"Massie!" Claire called out seven rows to the front.
Alicia and Massie stumbled their way up the front, almost tripping on some new freshman meat coming their way down.
Claire, Dylan, and Kristen had saved two leathery blue seats for the two girls and both the alpha and beta of the PC plopped down, ready to hear juicy back-to-school gossip.
"So I hear Savannah Geist got a boob job over the summer. That's why she's wearing her huge BOCD sweater from middle school," Dylan gushed.
"I thought they looked fine before," Claire spoke out, more to herself in surprise than to anyone really.
"Oh well, whatever," Massie dismissed it. "Good for Savannah. Loose the throw back sweater and maybe she'd be cool though. Next?"
"I already told you about Skye Slutzinton and Josh," Alicia said with uninterest as she stared down at her phone.
"What?" Kristen furrowed her brows.
"Yeah, they're like totes fucking but who cares..." Alicia rolled her eyes, acting as if she wasn't going crazy over it two minutes ago.
"Anyone else?" Massie pursed her lips.
"Valmont Valley's cheer squad thirty girls this year," Kristen offered up while staring down at some papers. Probably AP work from over the summer. Kristen never had a day off.
"That's a big squad for Valmont, but I really don't care."
If the sporty blonde was hurt by Massie's comment then she really didn't show it.
"The Valmont Valley girl's varsity soccer has Meadow Lewandowski as their captain," Kristen rolled her eyes, jaw clenched.
"The slut?" Massie raised her brows at this news. "I'm surprised she can even walk if anything." At this the girls laughed, and Kristen smiled for bringing good gossip on the table.
"She was Dempsey's ex," Kristen looked down at her hands, thoughtful.
"The past is in the past," Alicia comforted her, placing a hand on Kristen's shoulder. "Besides he's dating you now. So what if she's his ex?"
"They go to the same school," Kristen pointed out. "I can't like...ya know...watch over him or anything while he's so far away."
"Well you and Kemp go to the same school and Dempsey can't watch you either," Dylan pointed out. "It'll be fine."
Kristne twirled a piece of hair around her finger tips. "Yeah, yeah I guess you guys are right."
"We are right," Claire corrected her as the other blonde pulled out a granola bar from her bag.
Just then five boys moved behind the PC.
Looking up from her compact mirror, Massie inwardly groaned at the sight of Derrick, Cam, Josh, Chris, and Kemp.
"Great," she heard Dylan mutter under her breath.
"Hello ladies," Kemp winked at the five Pretty Committee members. Around them, people watched to see what drama would ensue from the ten teens. It seemed that everyone had already heard about the Block barbecue incident.
"I thought your fight with Solomon would knock you down a couple pegs Kemp," Dylan spoke through clenched teeth.
"Nah, still as cocky as ever," Kemp laughed a boyish laugh, one that reminded Massie of when they were still young.
Derrick didn't even look in her direction but sat directly behind Massie, arms crossed. Even with their incident, Massie had to admit to herself that Derrick looked good. His uniform tie was a bit loosened and he had his sleeves rolled up, showing a great deal of the veins on his arms, which only proved that he did in fact still have a nice body. Soccer did him good, in fact it did all of the soccer boys good.
Too bad their personalities are still shit...Massie thought.
"Staring Block?" Derrick spoke, yet he still didn't look at her. "Take a picture it'll last longer."
Massie blushed but only for a quick second until she composed herself and remembered she was an alpha, not some simpering little girl who had a crush. "Shut up Derrick."
"First name basis?" Derrick smirked. He glanced at her, for once. "I didn't know we were first name basis."
"Must have forgotton. Sorry Harrington."
"Ah, there's the Massie I know and love."
Though clearly a joke, those words shot through Massie's heart. There was once a time when Derrick knew her, not loved her but knew her and could have grown to lover her.
Massie couldn't take it anymore. She was loosing it. Literally loosing it. Why had Derrick's opinions even matter to her anyways? She really didn't know why. It was all so pointless really. Derrick Harrington wasn't worth her time anymore, and clearly she wasn't worth his.
Behind them, another person entered the scene.
This time it was slutty Olivia, with her uniform skirt (if you could even call it that) clinging tightly around her thighs and the first three buttons of her shirt undone. She had a huge red bow in her hair, and her scream was shrill as well as ear shattering.
"CAM!" she squealed as she got onto the rebel's lap.
Cam groaned. "Ow..hey Liv," he laughed sheepishly.
Claire looked back then quickly looked away, with a blush playing on her cheeks.
"I've missed you so much baby," Olivia kissed Cam and grabbed a fist full of his hair. "It's been too long."
"Clearly," Cam sighed.
"Please get this slut out of my breathing space," Alicia spoke to Massie. The two girls laughed but apparently they weren't the only ones who heard it.
"Excuse me?" Olivia raised a brow at the PC.
All five girls turned their heads around and glared at Olivia. Claire looked shy, and not as bitchy as the other girls but she still mustered a glare which was more directly aimed at Cam if anything.
"You heard me, clearly." Alicia didn't back down. Massie liked that about her.
"Well Whore Rivera, you shouldn't be talking."
"Oh please Olivia. Guys like me, I don't throw myself all over them." Alicia looked triumphant as a smirk played on her lips. "You see that's what makes us so different."
"At least I can keep one boyfriend. You seem to go around all the time," Olivia quipped.
"Boyfriend? I think Fisher over here has you listed down as a quickie if anything. He's just too nice to say 'fuck off'.'"
Olivia gasped and looked at Cam who in return looked down at his black dress shoes.
Chris decided to save him from embarrassment and cleared his throat. "Acutally Alicia, that's not true. Cam likes Olivia very much."
Massie could hear Claire's heart breaking. She never said much, but it was so obvious that Claire still had feelings for Cam. When the pair broke up, Claire cried herself to sleep for three months straights. Massie never left Claire's side when the two were home. She was positively broken.
After things got better...well, Cam didn't. Cam Fisher swept through girls day after day, having whoever he wished (much like the rest of the former Briarwood Boys themselves). Though Claire was okay, it still hut her and seeing Cam flaunt around his budding romances with various different girls (including slut-Livia) made Claire break every single time.
"Cam likes Olivia like Westchester likes Valmont," Dylan joked. Kristen high fived her.
"Nice one Dyl," Alica smirked.
Cam sighed and sort of pushed Olivia off his lap and onto the seat next to him. "It's kinda embarrassing really. You guys butting in on my relationships...we aren't even friends," Cam gave each girl a stiff glare. He wasn't calm, cool, and collected Cam Fisher anymore. It was a much more hardened version of Cam...kinda like when he and Claire had just recently broken up.
Claire pursed her lips, almost in an attempt to hide tears. She was easily hurt, always had been and probably always would. Massie watched quietly three seats away from her, praying that Claire wouldn't show any type of "weakness." That wasn't what the pretty committee needed right now. Luckily, Claire played it off and acted as if Cam's words hadn't stabbed right through her, flipping her hair in a careless motion. That was the Claire that Massie had trained her to be. Pretty Committee Claire...the one who was shaped and molded into their own little doll by Massie, Alicia, Dylan, and Kristen.
"It's whatever Fisher," Alicia butted in. "It''s just that we didn't think you'd stoop down so low to some whore."
"It's better than dating a prude," Cam didn't miss a beat.
The boys stared at Cam is shock, not thinking that he'd say something that harsh. They all turned to look at Clair, who's lips parted in surprise as well. Her eyes were hurt and her cheeks were pinks with embarrassment.
After noticing that all eyes were on her, Claire closed her mouth and looked down at her hands. She'd never say anything. Claire wasn't confrontational, it just wasn't her. But Massie was...
"Oh get off your high horse Fisher, you and the rest of you guys are nothing but man-whores and even girls will get tired of you soon enough!" Massie raged as she forcefully pulled her purse from the empty seat to her left and stood up, signaling all of the other girls up on their feet.
The boys were silent for once, in disbelief at the Junior girl alpha's rage.
"Well...that was an interesting start to Junior year," Chris spoke meekly.
Derrick
The day went off pretty slowly.
First period turned to second, second turned to third, third to fourth then fourth to fifth until finally sixth period aka lunch time. Derrick's favorite subject.
It was about time too. Derrick always thought that the first day of school was boring, and pretty pointless. But there always had to be a first day, and it always had to be endured. The long talks, the class rules, new students, freshman (unfortunately), and the fortune of 6th period lunch, where Derrick could finally unwind and relax, grateful for not having to hear about this and that and rules this, first day that.
Lunch was surprisingly relaxing even with all of the chattering students and the shy freshman poking around trying to find a seat. Derrick plopped down on his usual seat in the middle of the cafeteria, where he had a good view of everything and everyone.
He felt the chair next to him squeak, and Josh Hotz sat down with a sandwich in hands. "Ah, school lunches. Oh, how I've missed you." Josh bit his sandwich and chewed. He stared out at the corner of his eye until his met Derricks. "Waf sum?" Josh spoke, mouth full and all.
"Close your mouth Hotz," Derrick looked away in disgust. The other boy just laughed and continued his meal.
Westchester Prep looked like every other high class private school in New York. The outside was all large stone walls, clean pristine windows, arch ways leading to various areas (like grassy lawns where some students studied), sunlight streamed in on Westchester Prep in almost every classroom...and the same was very much said for the cafeteria which looked like a courtyard.
Stone columns lined around where the students ate their lunches, leading to an outside where tables were also set up.
In sunny days, Derrick did prefer to eat outside. He liked to even just sit on the lawn and munch on a sandwich before playing a quick game of "kick the ball around and aim it at Chris Plovert." But today, it was surprisingly chilly around sixth period and Derrick preferred to stay inside at times like this. Besides, sometimes it was too hot outside, or the wind would pick up his papers which took Derrick on a little chase around the lawn.
Inside, it was much nosier and he could hear bits of conversations from different tables here and there.
One conversation held information about band camp (or rathery steamy naughty band camp gossip), talk about homework, copying homework, did principal Kensington loose weight, did he gain it? And alas there was talk about the Blocks' barbecue fiasco which the much more "popular" students had all attended.
Derrick hunched his shoulder and tried to hide his face into his phone. There were rumors going around that Derrick had pushed Massie into the pool after ruthlessly punching Dempsey Solomon just because he hated Valmont Valley. Which was true. No, not the pushing Massie in part but hating Valmont. Derrick scowled as he stared hard into his phone screen. Also, why didn't people understand that he had reason to punch Dempsey? He started it.
Sighing, Derrick pushed his phone to the side and rubbed his temples. I sound like an idiot school boy.
All this drama and gossip didn't matter to him-no, it shouldn't have even mattered to him. He was Derrick Harrington, not some gossiping bird like Allie Rose Singer or even worse, the spawn of all evil Massie Block herself.
Looking up ahead of him Derrick saw Block seat herself between Alicia Rivera and Dylan Marvil who were busy talking about some fashion issue on a magazine. She looked bored, completely uninterested in the people around her. No, not the pretty committee but rather the other 99.99 population of Westchester Prep.
Massie Block held herself on a high pedestal and everybody else had to succumb below her. She was the queen and to her everybody else were just mere unworthy peasants, even Derrick. That was part of the reason he stopped talking to her.
Sure, they had gained friendship back in freshman year but then Massie started talking to seniors and she never had time for Derrick anymore. When she did, Derrick was busy and she'd get mad. Didn't she understand that he had to keep up with soccer especially after winning state last year? Well, apparently she didn't and they didn't win last year. It was a big loss and the only thing Massie said to him after was, "Hey, wanna come to Chocolate Snails with us?" Chocolate Snails? Massie knew he didn't like Chocolate Snails. Why the would she even offer that up after his big loss?
After that they barely talked and then they had the huge falling out. Nothing was the same after that and most likely nothing every would be.
Maybe it was better that way.
Massie Block and Derrick Harrington were just too different.
Derrick was relaxed.
Massie was high strung.
Derrick woke up and threw on the clothes on his floor, somehow still managing to look good.
Massie woke up and planned three outfits until finally deciding on one, of course looking good.
Derrick was sensible.
Massie was judgemental.
Derrick loved to party.
Massie loved to party, but didn't like when things got out of hand at said parties (aka all of them).
Derrick wanted to get with as many girls as he could, in an attempt of course to get rid of the one girl always on his mind.
Massie tried to find prince charming and molded every guy she met into the one who she could never seem to stop thinking about.
Derrick and Massie were not two sides of the same coin. Derrick and Massie were night and day, ying and yang, the lion and the wolf.
So no, they were no where near similar in anything.
Deep in thought all lunch period long, Derrick hardly heard the bell ring which signaled him to his next class, Creative Writing I with Mr. Torrance Alcibur, a famous author of a set of books that dealt with change or whatever. Derrick was pretty sure it had something to do with divorce or what not but the book was definitely a big hit which made Derrick wonder why Mr. Alcibur would come back to teaching at a high school. But Westchester Prep was home to many wealthy politicians, doctors, and business mens' sons and daughters, so the pay was probably much better for a struggling author who grew out of his time in the lime lights over a decade ago.
Derrick didn't know that seventh period would bring about a great domino effect in the events that were just about to happen.
After all was said and done 7th period, Derrick wondered why he just couldn't have one normal day.
Detention: Massie Block, Derrick Harringotn, Josh Hotz, Alicia Rivera, Dylan Marvil, Claire Lyons, Cam Fisher, Kemp Hurley, Kristen Greggory, and Chris Plovert.
Assigned: Mr. Alcibur
Class: 7th period, Creative Writing
Reasoning: Starting fights among each other while teacher was teaching. Almost getting physical.
Punishment: Saturday morning detention (preferably from times 8-12).
Massie
Not many knew this, but Massie Block had a passion for writing. She had a wild imagination, yet never thought to write anything much in detail. Her imagination then went into fashion and judging certain if not all people on their fashion or lack of in that department. Massie wrote In's and Out's in middle school. Before that she wrote mini stories for her mother who kept all of them in a small treasure box upstairs in the attic of the Block Estate.
Yes, Massie loved to write but she didn't know it yet.
Creative writing was mad up of two types of students. Those who genuinely loved to write and wanted to better themselves so they could get a career in it, and those who slacked off in the class and only took it because creative writing was known (in Westchester at least) to have the laziest teachers.
This year, Massie's class consisted of 32 students which about probably only ten were interested in writing. That was much more than the average.
Since the class was a renowned joke in Westcheter, the students who really wanted to write were only few, varying from 3-7 students only. Not even really...
The kids who wanted to write and pursue journalism careers took classes in the nearby college campuses or had their rich mommy's and daddy's get them some summer internship at their college fraternity brother's now wealthy journalism company.
Things were no where near fair at Westchester but that was just the way things were. If you were looking for justice in any given situation, well, you didn't look to Westchester to find it. If you had money great, if you didn't you had to work and that wasn't so great for those kinds of students. Luckily for Massie, what she wanted to do in life was all solely based around her interest in fashion. If that didn't work up then she could get a job in her dad's business. William Block would never turn down his baby girl or leave her out in the wild jobless.
Massie thought things would be easy. She had looked for ward to seventh period actually, but she should have known that by her history that things didn't usually go too well for her. The first sign of trouble, Derrick Harrington. The 2nd, 3rd, 4th , and 5th? Cam, Kemp, Josh, and Chris, who followed after the boy equivalent of alpha into 7th period.
The PC groaned as they watched the five boys file into the room and took the five desks just two rows behind them. At least there was some space between the two cliques and not like the seating situation they had earlier that day in the auditorium.
Mr. Alcibur was a man of at least fourty something. He wasn't too old and didn't look too bad for a man his age as well.
He had dark hair, a receding hair line but at least he still had hair. His eyes were a stormy gray and he had tiny wrinkles already forming around them. The man had thin pale pink lips and he wore a gray suit that almost matched the color of his eyes. He had a blue tie on, and he touched it slightly throughout class, which in fact did bother Massie.
All in all, he looked like the every so inspiring writer she saw in the back of those (divorce?) books that her parents always seemed to keep around the house but never got to read it. Massie skimmed through one of his life coaching books once, yet put it down right away. She was bored that day and the book was even more boring than that day itself.
Alcibur scanned the room before placing himself in his desk. He smiled, warming yet not too much so as to make kids think of him "teacher/friend" material. "Welcome! Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life."
Massie rolled her eyes. Another life speech followed by the class syllabus. The first day was too pointless for words...
"I am Mr. Alcibur," he wrote on the chalk board with basic white chalk. "And I will be your teacher this year and hopefully be teaching here for many years to come." His tone wasn't overly friendly, it was just basic. He was like giving them direction almost. Directions on who he was and what he was about. At least he didn't try to be cool and "relatable" like most teachers did, which in the end back fired on them because they so did not look cool or relatable at all what-so-ever. "This year we will experiment in writing, obviously. We will search in your minds, hearts, heck even our finger tips and but that all in writing. I want to know everything about you. But, on paper," he cracked a small smile.
My biggest secret. I hate Derrick Harrington and his merry band of idiots, oh wait! Not a secret. Not at all...
"Today I want to start with a little exercise, just so I can learn something about your guys," he began as he moved from his desk to pacing around the rows of desks, finding everyone's faces and looking around the room as if he were memorizing the area. "We'll start with introducing ourselves then saying a fact about our self."
He stopped just in front of Chris Plovert's desk. Massie had to turn around to look at him. "Any starters?" he stared for a raised hand yet none came. "I guess I'll begin." Alcibur walked quickly back to the front of the room behind the safety of his desk. "My name is Torrence Alcibur, but you will call me Mr. Alcibur or Mr. A if Alcibur is too hard to remember...I write books. You know what that is right?" Everybody nodded their heads, wondering if that was some kind of lame joke or something. "You do? Oh-alright, alright great! I wasn't too sure with all of you glued to your phones. Didn't know if you knew what those pages that were pulled together were." This earned him laughs from students.
Alcibur's eyes narrowed in on Alicia who sat starting at her phone that rested on her lap. Massie tried to nudge the Latina but Alcibur got to her first. "You there!" Alicia's head shot up and she blushed.
"Yes?"
"Why don't you start," Alcibur gave her a cheeky grin.
"W-wha-start with what?" Alicia furrowed her brows.
"State your name and a fact."
Alicia sighed and put her phone down on the table. She rose and fixed her skirt while doing so. Some guy whistled but Alicia played it off cool. Massie wondered if the Latina even heard it to be honest. "Hi, I'm Alicia Rivera and I announce the morning news for Westchester."
"Ahh, newsies. Great but Alicia as a woman of mass media and knowing what goes on so you may tell your fellow students, you may want to stop staring at that phone screen," he sighed. "Hand it over."
"What!?"
"I'm serious Rivera. C'mon now. Clock's ticking. Tick-tock, tick-tock." Alicia groaned as she got up and handed him her phone. "Great. New student, you..." he pointed at Chris.
Chris stood. "I'm Chris Plovert and...uh, well my favorite show is American Dad."
"I'm more of a Family Guy kinda guy myself, but whatever floats your boat." The class laughed. "Next you," he pointed at Derrick.
"I'm Derrick Harrington and I'm captain of the varsity soccer team," Derrick spoke with what seemed like all the confidence in the world. Some guys hollered and girls giggled. Massie rolled her eyes. She didn't see what was so great about Derrick anyways. Soccer was soccer. So what?
This continued on for what seemed like ages.
"I'm Claire Lyons and I'm...originally from Flordia? That-th-that counts as a fact, right?"
"I'm Cam Fisher and I play soccer."
"I'm Kemp Hurley and, yes the rumors are true, I slept with the Bradley sisters over the summer."
"I'm Annabeth Wails and my dad owns the fishing boat company just east of here."
"I'm Noah Borros and I like Ted Andrews."
"I'm Kristen Greggory and I play for the varsity girls' soccer team."
"I'm Dylan Marvil and my mom's Merri-Lee Marvil, the talk show host."
"I'm Josh Hotz and I love baseball."
...finally the numbers dwindled down until Massie and some other little freshman was left. Why a freshman got into this class, Massie didn't know but that didn't matter.
Massie stood, flipping her hair and smiled to the general population of the class. She noticed that Derrick refused to make eye contact with her but that mattered close to nothing to her.
"Hi, I'm Massie Block and I wish I had stayed in London." The class laughed, and some other joined in agreement about coming back to Westchester.
"Ah yes," Alcibur laughed. "I wish summer vacation was still on-going as well Ms. Block yet we all can't get what we want." Definitely.
"Next," Alicbur pointed at the freshman boy who had camera lens on his desk and mousy brown hair.
"I'm Charlie Plattski and I wanna know why Massie Block and Derrick Harrington hate each other."
Massie's head snapped back to where the boy stood, glaring daggers at him. The boys sunk down at Massie's obvious harsh expression. "I-I'm sorry. I was just...n-nev-n-nevermind."
Derrick only laughed, and looked Massie in the eye for once with something other than detest. Amusement.
"This isn't funny Harrington," Massie frowned. Why wasn't he mad? This was about him too."
"Really? It's hilarious Block. Because of how dramatic you are, even little freshman who don't know us wanna know all about us."
"Me!?" Massie gassped.
"Yes you, Mrs. Drama. You're the queen Mass, doesn't that make you happy?" Derrick laughed, leaning back in his seat as all his friends snickered.
"A-actually we do know you! You're Derrick Harrington! The f-first junior to get a captain position a-a-a-and you went to ch-cha-c-cham-championship as a fresh-m-man!" the boy, Charlie, could barely get out.
"Oh, maybe you do know us..."
"Whatever you're ridiculous, blaming the whole thing on me."
"It is your fault," Derrick pointed out as if it were the most obvious thing.
"Is not! Take it back!" Massie felt like such a child but Derrick had that way of making her feel vulnerable. He made her feel so small.
"You started the rumors about me pushing you into the pool," Derrick wasn't laughing anymore, in fact he looked pissed. "Captain's mad at me now about pushing some girl in a pool, which I never did."
"I never said that!" Massie looked as if Derrick had lost his mind, and in her mind, he had. "I never said anything like that to anyone! Actually, I haven't said a word about the barbecue because all I wanna do is forget about it!"
"Great! Then forget Mass. Just leave it and stop causing a scene," Derrick sighed.
"Me!?"
"Yes, you! You always have to be so dramatic."
"At least I don't run away from my problems!" Massie snapped.
That shut Derrick up, but only for a second. The blonde haired boy was just about to speak until Mr. Alcibur shut him up once again. "There will be no arguing in this class! Enough! Both of you!"
"Of course you're dimwitted 'leader' would start drama," Alicia spoke to Josh who gave her an icy glare.
"Shut it Rivera. Mass and Derrick aren't the only ones with problems here."
"Oh, clearly," Alicia said in a stickily sweet voice that made Josh want to puke. He knew Alicia for what she really was and that most definitely wasn't innocent.
"Don't get too pissed Hotz," Kemp gave him a lazy smile. "We should have known that those bitches would say something."
"HEY! You don't call ladies that Hurley," Mr. Alcibur was yelling now, seeing red. "What is wrong with all of you!?"
"It's their fault Mr. Alcibur!' Dylan butted in. "It always is."
"Shut up Dylan," Chris, surprisingly spoke up.
"Tell her Plovert!" Kemp high fived his best friend. Dylan fumed, her face almost turning as red as her fiery red hair. Dylan almost rose to get up, but Kristen held her back.
"Don't Dyl, they're not worth shit."
"Language young lady!" Alcibur tried to control the two groups, yet nothing worked as they bickered anyways.
...After the end of the period, Kristen Greggory raised a hand to Kemp Hurley's face yet nothing was done as Mr. Alcibur stopped it. He led a crying Kristen outside of the class as principal Kensington rounded up the rest of the members of both groups.
"You're all very lucky," Kensington sighed as he threw the detention slip down on his desk. Massie, Derrick, Alicia, Dylan, Claire, Cam, Chris, Kemp, Kristen, and Josh all stood against the wall of their principal's desk, each conveying some sort of emotion on their faces. "Each of you have a date with the school Saturday morning. 8-12. Don't be late."
