A/N: Sorry for taking a while to update. It's only been the 3rd week of high school and there already has been so much stupid drama I've gotten myself involved into. :P Anyways, thank you so much for the reviews. You guys are so nice and keep me motivated to keep writing. (: Well, here's the third chapter. (:

Disclaimer: Now let's see you try to arrest me! (:

BOCD

The Great Lawn

Tuesday, September 22nd

7:35 A.M.

"I'm free after school today," Massie smiled and batted her eyelashes just as Chris turned around to face her. From the back, Massie could see that Chris was dressed to impress. Or in her case, dressed well enough for them to look really, really good together—hooray for making people jealous!

Chris blushed. "I was hoping you'd say something like that. I just didn't know you'd actually say it." He stuck his hands in the pockets of his gray skinny jeans. He wasn't loud and perverted like some people thought he was. That was just around Kemp, which was just so his friends didn't tease him about being the actual romantic one of the group.

"I want hang out at Wrap Star after school," Massie looked at Chris with her puppy-eyes, making what she had just said sound more like a cutesy-statement than an order. She had made sure that Derek's group was going to Wrap Star after school also, thanks to Alicia who had heard it from Josh.

Chris had completely forgotten that his friends had asked him too. "Course, I'm up for that!" He nodded enthusiastically. How could he refuse?

Massie looked an absolute ten—her friends had rated her a 9.8 and then upped it to 10 once she had applied more gloss and smoothed her hair down a bit. Her navy-and-plum-striped Vera Wang cardigan was left unbutton, its sleeves rolled up halfway up her arm. She wore a simple long, white tank top under that. Her satin, gray shorts were cuffed heavily on the bottom hem, a trend she was trying to bring to school. On her wrist was the PC's Tiffany bracelet, it slid down as she brushed her hair out of her face with her hand.

"Let's meet by the cafeteria's doors after school. Give or take a few minutes to get our stuff out of our lockers," Massie added, listing the well-thought out details from the top of her head. Her amber eyes drifted up at the ceiling, imagining what was going to take place later on that day.

"Well… I can't wait," Chris said simply. "I didn't know that it would be this easy."

Massie shrugged, giving him a convincing smile. "Why should it be hard?"

Chris wanted to tell her that Derek still had feelings for her. But he was finally getting a chance to be more than just the second-half of Kemp-and-Plovert, the team of perverted, obnoxious guys that were apart of the soccer group.

He convinced himself that Massie was going to like him just as much as he liked her after this afternoon. Sure, he had been acting like a lovesick puppy around her these past few days. But he was sure, so sure, that he was going to start acting like himself.

Everyone loves the real you, right?

Massie looked down at her phone as it buzzed in her hand.

Alicia: Hola chica, where in the world are you?

She gave Chris an apologetic grin. "Okay, so I'll see you!" She snapped her head back up before speed-walking to her group's place below the oak at the center of the lawn. There were rarely times when she was walking alone without a posse of girls surrounding her. She felt so out of her place. So why did couldn't she get that giddy, anxious smile off her face?

Massie: Hold your bulls, Leesh!

THE GREAT LAWN

The Oak

Tuesday, September 22nd

7:41 A.M.

"Ehmagawd," Alicia exhaled shakily. She straightened her already-straight hair between her index and middle finger, combing it to calm herself. "Did I just see you flirting with Chris Plovert?" Her brown eyes studied Massie suspiciously.

"No," Massie narrowed her eyes, brushing Alicia off and acting as though she was mad that Alicia would accuse her of such a thing. She put her black tote bag on the dewy grass before sitting on it herself. The graphing calculator inside of it made it trés uncomfortable.

"Chris Plovert?" Dylan repeated, turning to look at Massie in disbelief. "You were hitting on Plovert?" Dylan huffed, blowing her red hair out of her eyes in frustration.

"Why would you do that?" Kristen looked around at the rest of the group's faces. They were all blank with shock, other than Massie's which looked quite annoyed. Kristen moved her right foot in a circle, her Roxy flats sliding on and off.

"You were flirting with Chris?" Claire scrunched up her nose. She had just figured out what everyone was busy freaking out about. Biting nails can take up a lot of thought.

"I was nawt," Massie gasped. "Why are you guys all of a sudden ganging up on me now? Can I have time to explain?" She held a finger up and handed her iPhone to Alicia so it could be passed around the group.

"I don't need to check to see if you deleted your flirty messages with Chris—" Alicia started to say before Massie cut her off impatiently.

"No," Massie rolled her eyes. "Look at what I wrote in my notes."

Alicia tapped her nimble finger against the screen and read it quickly. Her eyes looked left and right to read the note quickly. "You're using Chris to make Derrington realize how much he's really nothing without you?" Alicia giggled. "Oh, I should've known it was another manipulative Massie-plan.

"Isn't that kind of mean?" Claire muttered under her breath.

"Isn't biting your nails kind of unsanitary?" Massie tilted her head, looking at Claire pointedly.

"Isn't arguing a little beside the point?" Kristen teased. "Okay, so Massie, are you sure about this? I mean, I thought you didn't think Derrington was even worth it."

"It's Derek Harrington now," Massie corrected. "He's not worthy of Derrington, and he's definitely not worthy of a revenge plan. This is just for fun," Massie said, trying to convince her friends and herself.

"Uh-huh…" Alicia raised an eyebrow and nodded her head slowly, totally full of doubt.

"Whatever," Dylan mumbled, pretending not to care. Of course she had to care a tiny bit. She had liked him after all! And now Massie was going to use him just because she had some unsettled feelings towards Derek.

Don't you just love how considerate friends were?

WESTCHESTER, NY

Wrap Star Gourmet

Tuesday, September 22nd

2:57 P.M.

"So are you hungry?" Chris fumbled, not knowing what else to say. His older brother had told him that it was the easiest excuse for a conversation starter. It was cheap, but at least an answer always followed!

"Kind of," Massie licked her top lip, wishing that she could re-gloss but realizing how stupid it would be to gloss right before eating. "But I just want something light. You know, like a salad or something?" She looked up and waited for Chris to say something to that, but he was too busy furrowing his eyebrows and realizing that something was wrong.

"Shit," Plovert's eyes widened, he dug his cell phone out of the pocket of his jeans and checked his calendar. He had completely forgotten that the guys had told him that they were hanging out at Wrap Star at three. That gave him three minutes to convince Massie that they should go somewhere else.

"Hmm?" Massie raised an eyebrow. She looked at his cell phone and his worried expression and instantly knew what was up. "What's wrong? You look like you just remembered something."

"Yeah, sorry Mass," Chris reached over to take a sip of his coke in the original glass bottle. "I totally forget that the guys are coming here. Is it okay? They might act kind of obnoxious." He tried putting his hand over hers on top of the table as his way of being sorry.

Massie tried so hard to suppress the grin that was forming. She didn't bother to move her hand away and just let him gloat over it for a while. "I'm okay," she shrugged. "I can handle it."

Just then the door busted open; a slight chill ran across the room. Derek shoved in from behind Josh Hotz and Cam Fisher, jumping into the middle of the 1950's-style diner. "Dude, I could have not waited another minute. I am so fuh-reaking hungry!"

"I know, right?" Kemp shouted, shoving past the two quieter boys just like Derek had done. "I need my cheese fries. School's lunch was salad. What are we? Massie's?"

Massie's jaw dropped. Ex-cuse me? Since when did her name become a synonym for sissy? She ran a hand through her brown hair. Was she really a sissy? She did play sports… horseback-riding was indeed a sport. Doing anything where you could break a leg was a sport. Having a possibility of a 500-pound animal trampling her to death as a sport? She was no freaking sissy!

She looked at Plovert with her determined stare. "You know what? I change my mind. I want a double cheese burger." She glanced at Derek who was snicker-punching Kemp on the shoulder playfully, fully agreeing with what his friend had just said. "And an extra large order of cheese fries on the side," she added loudly.

She saw Derek turn around, his face brightening up. "Block? Did you just say large order of cheese fries?" He smirked. Then he noticed who was next to her and had his hand on hers. "Plovert?" He hissed, not believing what he was seeing one bit.

His friend was on a date with his ex-girlfriend?

Oh no, he didn't!

Uh-oh, what's Derek going to do? :O Don't you love how Massie's plans always work? (x

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