Most of you said that you wanted Massington, but a lovely reviewer (Alpha Skye H.) suggested that Derrick could also end up alone.

Maybe I'll go with that. What do you think? R&R!

Disclaimer: I'm not Lisi. Sorry.

Chapter Two

Claire peered out the window of her room. Yards away, she could see Massie's shadow flicker behind the curtain as she paced back and forth. She seemed to be talking on the phone.

Claire bit her lip, twisting a lock of pale hair. Over the past few days, Massie had seemed more secretive than usual. Maybe she was hatching a plan? Uncovering gossip worth millions of points?

Claire just had to find out.

Slipping off her bed, she hurried out her room and out of the guesthouse.
"Mom, I'm going over to Massie's!" She called out before rushing out the door. She jogged across the wet lawn, squinting through the darkness. When she finally arrived at the main house, she pulled open the door and slipped in.

"Oh, hi, Claire!" Kendra exclaimed, coming out of nowhere. She was wearing a pink Juicy tracksuit and her wavy brown hair was pulled up in a high ponytail at the top of her head.
"I'm just going out for a night jog. Lovely evening, isn't it? I always like jogging at night. Are you looking for Massie? She's upstairs in her room." Kendra said in one long, sped-up sentence as she grabbed a bottle of Evian water and ran out the door.

Claire blinked, before nodding a little too late and heading up the sleek wooden stairs. She walked down the hall until she arrived at Massie's room, leaning over and quietly pressing her ear to the closed door.

"—just trust me, will you? Everything's going to be fine. The day Dylan finds out will be the day I ah-dore Kuh-laire's Keds!"

Wait, what? When Dylan finds out about what? And what about my shoes? Claire shoved her ear harder against the wooden surface.

Massie paused. Then—

"Ha ha. Opposite of funny. You know you luh-ve me, Derrick."

Claire's heart starting to beat faster and faster. Derrick was cheating on Dylan? With Massie?
She closed her blue eyes and took a soft but calming breath.

"So, why don't you come over tomorrow? I'll make sure Kuh-laire goes out."

Pause.

"What do you mean, 'with who?' With Cam, ah-viously!"

Another pause.

"Ugh, whatevs. See you tomorrow, Derrington."

Claire heard the phone click and she quickly tiptoed away, hurrying down the hall, down the stairs, and finally out the door.

It was Monday morning again, a brand new week, and Dylan Marvil was frowning at the wallpaper of her phone. It was a pic of her and Derrick kissing, a shot Alicia managed to snap (this time because Derrick asked her), and it was one of Dylan's favorite pictures.

Until now.

Lately, Derrick had been acting strange. He had barely talked to her after their short date at Gourmet Au Lait, and when he did, he wouldn't meet her eyes. Dylan didn't want to seem clingy or stupid… Or even worse, needy… But she did want her old boyfriend back. What was up with him? Was he seeing another girl?

The thought made Dylan fume. Alright, so maybe she wasn't the thinnest and prettiest girl at BOCD—but she still put a lot of effort into trying to be as hawt as Massie and Alicia.

"Hey, what's up with you?" Kristen asked, peering over her shoulder. Dylan snapped her phone shut and slunk down on the leather seat of the Range Rover.

"Nothing," She replied, lifting her emerald eyes. "Just… boy probs."
Claire—who was chewing slowly on a gummy worm—stiffened immediately. Her shoulders tensed and she looked away as Dylan narrowed her eyes.

"Ignore Dylan," Massie huffed, fluffing her freshly curled hair. "She's just upset because Derrington isn't spending all his free time with her." Her lips pursed into a glossy pout.

Dylan shook her head, her auburn waves bouncing. "How would you know, Massie?" She raised an eyebrow inquiringly when the alpha's cheeks burned bright red.
"Huh. Looks like someone's got a crush on my BF." One corner of her lips tugged up in a slight smirk, but the other corner stayed down. Her mind whirled.

It was Massie's turn to smirk when Dylan's forehead furrowed with worry. She could practically hear the beta's thoughts—

What if Derrick picks her over me? She prettier, skinnier, and hawter! I stand no chance…

Alicia and Kristen, both who had been coolly observing the exchange, turned around to look at Claire.
She was hunched over with her eyes closed, shoveling gummies and sours into her Chapsticked mouth. She definitely knew something, and she was definitely hiding it.

Bzzzt. Claire's Motorola vibrated in her pocket, and she quickly pulled it out. Still chewing on a mouthful of sugary candy, she blinked at her messages.

Alicia: Ur sooo hiding something. Tell.
Kristen:The look on ur face says, "im hiding some juicy gossip." Spit it out!

Claire looked back up at her friends. They both looked back eagerly, ignoring the glares Dylan and Massie were giving each other.

Claire: ??? it's kind of a secret, u know.

Bzzzt, Bzzzt.

Alicia:Sooo? U know i luh-ve gossip and secrets.
Kristen: Sooo??? what = ur point, Kuh-laire?

Claire sighed and slipped her Razr back into her pocket. She shook her head at Alicia and Kristen, and resumed to filling her mouth with candy.

Alicia rolled her eyes and turned back to Massie and Dylan. Dylan was sweating, and Massie was enjoying it.

"Dylan, you know he'll ah-viously—"

"We're here!" Claire interrupted as Isaac parked the Range Rover to a stop. She peered out at BOCD, before opening the door and stepping out. The rest of the girls followed suit, all except for Dylan.

"Dylan? You doing okay back there?" Isaac asked, concerned.

"Yep!" She called out, slipping out of the vehicle. She hesitated for only a second before deleting her wallpaper and following the rest of the PC in formation.

"Derrick? Derrick? DERRICK!"
Derrick Harrington snapped out of his thoughts, blinking at his girlfriend.

Correction: One of his girlfriends.

"Yes, Dylan?"He shook his shaggy hair out of his eyes and adjusted his heavy backpack, which he had slung over one shoulder.

She sighed, leaning against his locker.
"Are you…" She hesitated, green eyes flashing. "Do you…"

"Hey, I don't have all day here!" He teased.
Dylan forced a smile and said quickly, "WouldyouchooseMassieoverme?"
Derrick's grin froze in place—and so did his body.
"Wh-What?" He stuttered, momentarily losing his Derrington cool.

"I said," Dylan repeated, "Would you choose Massie over me?"

Derrick laughed nervously. "D, you know Block and I are done. Done."
Dylan laughed back, relieved. "Great, I feel much better now." She smiled a little shyly. "I really like you, Derrick."

He kissed her, hoping she wouldn't taste the guilt on his lips.

Only a few yards away, Massie gritted her teeth and looked away.

And there we go. Too much Dylington? Kinda stupid? Tell me in review form, please.