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Chapter 4

Beauty in the Eye of the Beholder

Kristen

(second week of school, a Tuesday night)

The second week of school had been repetitive to Kristen Greggory. It was school work after school work, after more school work, after essay, then soccer practice.

It was a grueling hard week, but Kristen promised herself that she'd get through it all. After all she had too. For Kristen, she hadn't had the luxury that most kids who attended Westchester Prep had. Kristen was a scholar student and had a lot to loose if she decided to not keep her grades up.

Her parents were counting on her after all.

There was too much on the line for her to just slack off and drop everything she had worked so hard for.

Kristen had to have the best grades, be good in sports, but at the same time maintain a social life that was required to a very own pretty committee member. Being apart of the PC didn't just mean looking good. It meant being social. It was confidence, beauty, and brains. Just being smart didn't cut it for her. Kristen was pretty and very lucky enough to have a nice fit body from soccer. Not only just that, but pretty committee girls didn't just stay at home on Friday nights and watch sappy teen romance movies. Friday nights were made for partying and getting drunk on some yacht while Katy Perry played on the radio behind them. It wasn't meant for crying with a bowl of popcorn on your lap while you watched 'the Notebook.'

To be apart of Massie Block's clique you had to be like Massie, yet have some originality that came to yourself.

Alicia was the hot one.

Dylan was fierce. She was the manipulator if you will. Dylan was also funny.

Claire was the innocent "girl next door" type.

Massie was the alpha, clearly. Miss perfect, the popular girl that everybody envied.

Kristen was the sporty one. She was beauty and brains. Maybe more on the brains part...

She had to keep up her grades. That was her job as Massie Block's was to worry about what to wear to the next Block estate party. It wasn't fair, no, yet nothing really was in Westchester.

Krsiten scolded herself that night in her room for paying too much attention in practicing and memorizing soccer drills rather than working on her essay.

The second week of school was demanding and especially demanding in creative writing when Kristen had to write a paper on a great tragedy that affected all of man kind.

Everybody liked to do World War II, while Kristen decided to do the Protestant Reformation. It affected a great deal of European history, although hardly anybody remembered that.

It was nine o'clock on a Tuesday night when Kristen was busy typing away on her lap top. Her room covered her in a warm bright yellow daze. The walls were painted golden, and her bed was covered in white sheets. Kristen liked the yellow. They say it's a happy color, in which Kristen decided to paint her room in said happy color after the evens of last year.

Last year...

This time last year Kristen had begun her affair with the infamous Kemp Hurley. Womanizer. All of the Briarwood boys had their fair share of ladies, but Kemp Hurley never gave up. His bed was never without a female presence. Every week there was a different girl. Hell, even more than just one. A new group to submit themselves under him, willing and ready after the next girl(s).

It disgusted Kristen, yet that had been her at some point. This time last year she succumbed her desires to Kemp Hurley.

Kemp made her feel things. He touched her exactly at the right spots and kissed her in every nook in her body. Every sweet spot he took in his mouth. Desire formed in her stomach and reaching out to her body.

Was he secretive in their relationship? Of course. Yet, he did things that no other guy had done to her. Things that made her feel something.

Dempsey was good to her. Dempsey was sweet, caring, and didn't hide her from all to see. Yet Dempsey didn't make Kristen quiver like Kemp did under just one touch. Dempsey was gentle in touches, yet sometimes Kristen wanted someone to make her scream in desire. She missed screaming...

Kristen shook her head.

Why was she thinking of this? Of all people, Kemp Hurley had hurt her the most. He tore her apart with his words and didn't even bother fixing her. He was a murderer. Kemp had killed all the of the hope of feelings she had left in her...that is, until Dempsey Solomon fixed them.

Dempsey was what she needed in her life. Not what she wanted, but what she needed. When Kristen met Dempsey not too long after Kemp and her had ended their affair, she knew right away that he was the one she was looking for. The one to fix her broken pride. The one to mend her back into whole again.

No matter what desires and lusts Kemp had in her heart, Demspey won her over fully. He was everything that a girl wanted.

Dempsey was the prince charming. Kemp was more of the dark knight.

They were together, while Krsiten was Kemp's dirty little secret.

So why did she feel as if she as betraying the past relationship? Why did she feel so horrible? It wasn't like Kemp cared. In fact he was glad to see Kristen go in his life. Kemp Hurley didn't care about feelings.

As far as Kristen knew, he didn't have any.

1 year ago...

Kristen Greggory laid herself on the king sized bed, a large smile playing on her face. She hadn't been happy in so, so, so long. It felt damn good.

"Kris," Kemp smiled down at her. He was shirtless, just the way she liked it after they had slept together. His white sheets covered her naked body. It felt almost silky around her. If she had a choice, Kristen would have stayed that way forever.

"Mmm..."

"Kris, open your eyes."

Kristen obeyed and stared back into the blue eyes of Kemp. It was like an ocean. Calming and beautiful. He was so beautiful.

Kemp had short honey brown hair. It was a dirty blonde at one point of his life, but then turned honey brown through the natural light of the sun. Kristen wasn't sure how...but it just did. His eyes were an ocean blue, and his smile was to die for. He had a nice jaw, set feautres, and a good body. Kemp was hot, and he was all hers.

The boy leaned down to the kiss Kirsten, catching his full pink lips in his.

They fit together so perfectly. It was like harmony.

"Kris," he sighed into her mouth. It was a happy sigh. "Kris, I wanna take you out."

"Then let's go somewhere."

He grinned into their kiss. "Where?"

"Somewhere near by?" Kristen pursed her lips, staring up at him through dark, thick lashes. He only looked down at her with a blank expression. It wasn't as loving as it was before.

"C'mon Greggory, you know we can't be seen..."

His face looked pleading, yet Kristen decided that she'd have none of it.

"Why?" she asked, defiant.

He furrowed his brows, confused at her change of tone. One second she the loving, the next she was harsh.

"Because nobody can know. I mean...this was our agreement wasn't it?"

"Who cares about our agreement? That was two months ago Kemp, this is now. If you like me then why can nobody know?"

Kemp ran a hair through his honey brown locks, clearly annoyed that things weren't going his way. "Kristen.." his voice was strained.

"Kemp," she spoke harshly.

"I-I...you know we can't. People talk all the time and I just don't want the complications of other people's opinions getting in between our relationship."

"You don't care about that shit Kemp. I know you don't. I don't either," Kristen pushed herself up form her shoulders to kiss him but the boy moved away. Where was the sweet boy who was in her not too long ago? What had happened to the boy who kissed her shoulders, thighs, hips... Where had he gone?

"Kris. It just can't, okay? It was our agreement after all."

"Fuck the agreement Kemp," Kristen groaned as she fell back into the bed.

"I'd rather be fucking you."

"You already did."

"I can do it again. Get your mind off things..."

"Why can't we talk about this," Kristen frowned.

"We just can't babe," Kemp moved to kiss her neck. Kristen sighed. This was her happy spot. Oh, she loved it...

"Kemp," Kristen moaned. His hand slipped between the sheets and up her thighs. He knew exactly what to do to her, and exactly how to distract her away from the serious conversation they were just having.

"This is all you want babe. Remember that," Kemp sighed into her hair. His hand reached closer and closer...

"All I want," Kristen whispered into the air. That was a lie.

I want more, she thought.

"Fuck Kris..."

That was what they did too..

The pair didn't speak about their private relationship going public until seven months later...and that was when things started to take a turn for the worst.


Massie

(the third week of school)

"Ms. Block," Mr. Alcibur beckoned Massie to the front of the class from behind his desk. He had his reading glasses on, and hadn't even bothered to look up from his book.

Massie got up gracefully and walked up until she was behind Mr. Alcibur's desk. She pursed her lips, waiting for her teacher to speak again. Slowly, he looked up at her from behind his frames and pushed his book to the side. The Merchant of Venice, it read.

Of course he'd be reading Shakespear...

"Ms. Block, it has come to my attention that you've been selected to write a paper for the school newspaper."

"I-I haven't signed up for the school newspaper though," Massie frowned. Had she? No, she definitely hadn't. Creative writing was just another random class for Massie. She had no passion for writing. It wasn't bad, but she didn't like it enough to join something as lame as the school news.

"I understand that. But you've been selected after turning in your first essay."

"The one about World War II?"

"That's the one," the man grinned up at her, leaning into his chair.

Massie crossed her arms. It was just a dumb essay they were told to write on the second week. The assignment was to write about events that devastated the nation, so Massie chose World War II. Almost everyone did. It wasn't hard to write about at all. All you had to know was what happened, which every one did and then type. It was that simple. "Mr. Alcibur, I hardly think I'm the right candidate to write for the school news. I mean I just wrote you an essay."

"A brilliant essay," her teacher corrected her.

"Well, thanks. Really that's nice, I just don't think the school news is for me."

Mr. Alcibur licked his lips before staring down at a stack of papers on his desk. Now that she looked, his entire area was pretty messy, from his towering books on the floor around his desk to the cubbyholes filled with papers that looked as if they were going to burst at any second.

It was unorganized and so not Massie Block.

Finally after some digging around in his desk, he found a portfolio which he in return shoved into Massie's hands. "Think about it Ms. Block. I wouldn't be asking this of you if I didn't see any potential."

Massie flipped through the portfolio. Papers upon papers. Ugh. This wasn't Massie's passion. She liked fashion and media. Maybe mass media journalism? But that meant she had to write. Why though? Massie wasn't good at writing. She liked to write little stories when she was yougner, sure but she didn't have the passion for it like she did for judging outfits. Maybe she'd be on Fashion Police one day. But journalism? This wasn't her deal. This wasn't Massie Block.

"I'll think about it," she finally spoke.

"Let me know what you think by tomorrow. I need to let the guys on the paper know about their new addition."

"A possible new addition."

His smile didn't falter. "Right. A possible new addition."

Just as she turned her back he bell rang, signaling the kids to their next class and two more periods until the end of the day.

Ah, freedom. How Massie would just love to curl up into a tiny ball and take a nice after school nap before going to the mall. After the first two weeks of school, she needed some retail therapy.

The first week had been disastrous from the first day to her Saturday morning detention. That didn't go too well on William and Kendra Block too. Their princess having detention on the first week of school? Not okay. Not to the Block's at least. Then the second week was filled with grueling work from creative writing to American history and physics. Massie was still stuck on summer. Waking up late, shopping all day, partying at night, and tanning with the PC. The second week of school hit her hard, and that continued on to the third.

It was tough and Massie really need a break. Then there was all the talk of homecoming and she still hadn't found a dress or a date. Speaking of, who was she going to go with anyways? Derrick and his cronies were definitely out of the question.

That brought up a fond memory of the varisty soccer team's alpha. Saturday night on the first week of school had been nice. The party was just fine, then she had that somewhat touching moment with Derrick. It brought a smile on Massie's lips as she headed to her next class. They had basically flirted in a way but then things got a bit more sweeter...more sensitive if you will. She hadn't had a deep conversation with Derrick in a long time. Even when they were still just friends back in freshman year and the beginning of their sophomore year, they had always kept things cool and funny. Things were carefree between them, never serious.

Even so, that moment hadn't lasted very long.

The next morning all the gossip was that Derrick Harrington slept with a pair of twins. Massie couldn't remember the name, nor did she care. Derrick would do what he did best and she'd do her own thing.

Drinking and fucking were two sides of the same coin for Derrick Harrington. It wasn't the Derrick she remembered but it was the one she'd have to endure for the next two years.

He was the perfect jock. He played sports, slept with girls (many girls), partied, and to even top that all off Derrick didn't have bad grades. They weren't perfect but they weren't bad either. Even if he did just turn a blind eye to his school work his parents had money as did mostly every child of the Westchester community.

Was it fair? No. Nobody in Westchester did anything to be fair. But it was the way things always had been and how they most likely always would be.

Massie tried to shake all thoughts of Derrick Harrington out of her head when she reached her next class. It was English, and it was boring.

At least she had three of the pretty committee members with her in class. Dylan, Alicia, and Claire joined Massie in the class of at least thirty students. They had assigned seats so Massie didn't sit any where close to the other pretty committee members.

She was somewhere near the back of the room, which was really cold now that Massie thought about it. She had an empty seat next to her and felt a bit isolated in the back. Near her the only students were two boys she didn't know and from their looks Massie didn't think they were worth knowing.

Paris Wandler sat two seats away from Massie with some other girl she didn't know. Olivia Ryan sat two seats in front of Massie.

Ugh, she was so tacky. It made her sick.

Alicia and Dylan were all the way in the front while Claire sat on the other side of the row Olivia sat in.

Massie could often see the two glaring at each other when they made eye contact.

Class resumed as usual.

Mrs. Maricyll droned on about English poets from the 15th century. Massie got papers handed back to her and what not. It wasn't like she was paying any attention though. Massie usually had her phone out and glanced up occasionally at the board. It didn't really matter. Mrs. Maricyll talked and talked, and hardly anything important really happened in the class.

Suddenly a body moved into the seat next to her. Massie looked to her left to find a brown haired boy glancing at her, a friendly smile on his lips.

She had noticed him from soccer but couldn't put a name to the face.

"I'm Dawson," the boy reached out his hand for Massie to shake. It was weird, nobody really did that any more but Massie had grown out of her self righteous, uppity, bitchy ways and was more nicer to people now. Or at least she thought.

"Massie," she shook his hand and offered him a small smile. He was nice. Nice was good. It wasn't like the boy was bothering her anyways.

"I know."

Massie cocked her head the side.

"I just mean, you know...you're Massie Block," he laughed sheepishly, scratching his head. "Everybody knows you."

"Oh."

"I didn't mean it in a bad way!" Dawson shied away from Massie's eyes. "I-I just meant that y-you're popular and all, and everybody knows you. Heh."

"Oh," Massie blushed. Since when was she so humble? She was supposed to be confident. Though, Massie had to admit, the boy was cute. He had very white teeth, now that she looked as she smiled at her. His hair was cut in a nice clean way and his eyes were a forest green. The boy was dressed nicely too, in a red polo shirt and jeans. He was fairly good looking. Sure he was no Derrick Harrington or Cam Fisher but he was different. Different was good, especially with all of the boys Massie did know.

"I just mean, you're really pretty and people know you. Also you know Derrick Harrington right?"

Massie stiffened at the mention of his name. "Yeah. I did."

"Right," he scratched the back of his head. "I know you guys aren't in the best terms, I mean most of the school does but he's my captain and all so that's just another reason to know you..."

Massie continued to stare him down. So Derrick talked about her in soccer? Probably nothing good...

"I hope that didn't offend you," he laughed awkwardly.

"No, of course not. I don't care what Derrick does or says about me," Massie pursed her lips and raised her brow. An attempt to look defiant...and sassy.

"He doesn't even say anything bad, honestly. I mean, Derrick gets pestered with questions about you guys too. Didn't you two date?"

"A long time ago," Massie spoke sharply.

"R-right," he laughed again. He had a cute laugh. "Well, he only talks about you if people ask. He's really nice."

"Yeah, I guess he is. He's always been a good friend, when we were..."

"Well," Dawson looked down at his shoes shyly. "Maybe we can be friends? Ya know, only if you want..."

Massie smiled. It was cute. He was shy, and it wasn't every day you met a guy in Westchester who wasn't so full of himself and had his head stuck in his ass. "Yeah. Friends..I like the sound of that."

Friends with Dawson..It was a different thing to Massie. She hadn't known him long, in fact she's only known him for five minutes yet there was something nice about him. The boy was actually sweet and decent. Maybe she'd become good friends with him. The last time she was close friends with a guy was last year with the soccer boys, but clearly that came to a swift end.

Besides, Massie had missed getting boy advice from an actual boy.

This would be a good clean friendship, one she needed too.

The two spoke for the rest of the period.

Massie found that Dawson was nice, intellectual, funny, and most importantly nothing like Derrick.


Claire

(the next day)

It wasn't everyday that you had to watch your ex make out with his new tacky, tan, bleach blonde girlfriend. Well, not for "normal" people but for Claire Lyons it was becoming a daily thing...and she was sick of it.

The lunch room was large and much too fancy for what Claire had ever imagined a high school cafeteria to be. But this was Westchester, and things were different around here. They were like Gossip Girl, 90210... not a high school like you'd see in Friday Night Lights, or Dawson's Creek.

Things were always different for old Florida Claire.

Sure, she hadn't been that girl for a long time now but she was always her at heart. Before any of the glamour of becoming one of Massie Block's PC friends, she was a regular Florida pre-teen girl. She shopped at Target and Walmart, not Saks off 5th Ave.

Sometimes she missed that Claire. She missed the young innocent girl she used to be. Well compared to the other girls she still was. Claire was no where near the manipulation that the other girls had been used to all their lives (well, maybe except Kristen), yet she wasn't the same as she was before. She caught herself label-whoring and getting excited over drama more than she should have.

Why weren't things easy anymore?

When she looked at herself, she saw a different girl. Not the semi-tanned natural blonde whose greatest excitement was picking up sea shells on the beach, but rather a level 5 replica of Massie Block. All girls tried to be like Massie. If she wasn't friends with her, then Claire would just be one out of the hundreds of girls who tried to be like Massie, Alicia, Dylan, and Kristen. But she was lucky enough to have become friends with the alpha and her three best friends, and so Claire was saved from the sharks.

She wasn't considered lame like Layne Abeley, yet she wasn't up to the level as the other pretty committee girls were. Claire was no where near it. She often wondered if she ever would be.

Massie was the perfect alpha with good grades, a nice family, a rich dad, a big house, nice clothes (better than just nice actually), and the charming appeal that brought boys to their knees.

If you thought Massie was good with the boys...wait until you met Alicia Rivera. When Claire first saw pictures of Alicia in Massie's bed room all those years ago her first night in the Block's estate, she already thought the Latina was a beauty. The years only did her even better. Alicia grew, as did other parts of her body. She was sultry, seductive, lustful even, and the girl didn't even know it. Well she probably did, but she most certainly didn't try to be.

Dylan was all confidence. She talked, walked, and slept like a real New Yorker. She was constantly busy, knew all the latest drama, she talked with an air of sophistication around her as well as having a good sense of humor to it all. Dylan was a fiery red head. Hell, her debate grade last year was great. Even if she didn't see it, Dylan was in fact very pretty. She just didn't know how to act on it.

Kristen had the body that was fit to be on a Sports Illustrated magazine. She was fit and athletic, and what boy didn't love that? To top it all off, she was smarter than anybody in their class. Kristen was the kind of girl guys wanted to take home to meet their mothers. Why she ever endured her months of hiding in an affair with Kemp Hurley, Claire would never understand...

Then there was the fifth pretty committee member. Her. Claire.

She was plain and nothing special. If anything, she was just Cam Fisher's ex. The ex-girlfriend who lasted way too long and was past over due. Of course, eventually Cam realized that too and then she was dumped and thrown aside like garbage.

Cam wouldn't do that if he had dated Massie. He'd worship her if it were Massie who dated Cam for two years instead of Claire. If it were Alicia, he'd never let the sexy Latina out of his grasp...literally. Dylan would probably find a way to talk him out of breaking up with her. She wouldn't stand down with out a fight, unlike Claire who meekly cried and turned away after she was dumped. She didn't even try to persuade Cam other wise. Even if she did, that didn't really matter. He had made up his mind. Even if he dated Kristen instead of Claire, the hot blonde was more than just a hot body and a pretty face. She had substance. Claire was too boring for the likes of Cam Fisher.

It was no wonder why now Claire sat in the lunch room staring at Cam and Olivia locking lips ahead of her.

The two made her sick. Suddenly lunch didn't look so tasteful to Claire Lyons.

Pushing her tray to the side, Claire rested her head in her hands. It was best to not look up anymore. The sight wasn't too pretty.

Alicia Rivera sat next to her, making Claire feel even more insecure than she had already been. "Guys guess what!" Alicia bounced in her seat.

"Chill Leesh, your boobs are gonna give way," Massie spoke as she ate her salad.

"Shut up," Alicia stuck her tongue out. "Anyways...I have news!"

"Obvi," Dylan rolled her eyes as the red head looked down at her plate of sushi. "Hm...I can't decide if I like these or not yet."

"Who cares, just eat," Kristen looked up briefly form her books before returning to do her home work.

"Easy for you to say," Dylan muttered before reluctantly shoving a sushi roll in her mouth.

Claire didn't know what Dylan was bitching about. She was still far more prettier than the blonde outsider.

Four years of sitting with the girls at lunches and Claire still felt so apart from the other girls. She'd never be as pretty, daring, smart, fierce.

"I have a date with Landon Crane!" Alicia squealed, unable to conceal her news any longer.

"Congrats," Massie looked a bit proud. The alpha stared down at a stack of papers before her before frowning. She bit her lip, looking a bit confused. Come to think of it, Massie had been looking over a portfolio of papers for quite some time now. Yesterday after school when Massie and Claire had dinner outside on the Blocks' terrace, Massie kept glancing down on a bunch of papers. She looked confused, as if she were trying to decide something.

"He's such a hawtie," Dylan gushed. Claire laughed at the way Dylan pronounced hottie. It was like the way the girls used to talk back in junior high. The memories of it brought a smile to Claire's lips. Those days were filled with drama, but they were happy days as well. They were the true final days of innocent Claire Lyons. They were the days of Cam Fisher and Claire Lyons. Now they were nothing.

She'd have to get used to nothing.

"I know right!" Alicia's eyes gleamed. It wasn't hard to score a date with any boys if you were Alicia Rivera. She was pretty, popular, well...she was more than just pretty.

Alicia Rivera wasn't just pretty.

Maybe Claire was, but definitely not Alicia. Maybe Claire wasn't even defined as pretty...

"I thought you were a thing with that Bobbie guy?" Kristen asked, once again looking up from her books. That didn't last too long as the blonde was back at it again, not even bothering to wait for a reply.

"He was cute, but Landon's so hot. He has a really nice car too...ugh! He's just so hot! I can't wait!" Alicia grinned.

"Good for you," Dylan patted her on the back before scrutinizing her sushi again.

Alicia's gaze turned to Claire, who the entire time just looked back and forth from this girl who spoke and the next. "What about you Claire bear? Any new boys in your life?"

Claire blushed. "Uh no..n-not really." She looked up to Cam from behind her thick lashes. He wasn't making out with Olivia any more. In fact Olivia Ryan was nowhere sight. He was laughing and joking around with both Kemp and Chris.

"Oh, don't tell me you're still pining over Cam Fisher," Alicia rolled her eyes before leaning back in her seat. "He's sooo last year Claire. You can do so much better."

"We all can," Kristen agreed, once again glancing up from her books.

"Seriously, I can't believe I had a crush on Kemp and Chris," Dylan frowned into her food.

"At least you didn't sleep with Kemp and was his dirty little secret for months," Kristen muttered.

"True..." Dylan smirked. "How was that by the way?"

Kristen hit Dylan with a book and the red head let out a girlish squeal. "Fuck you Dylan."

Massie giggled. She shoved the portfolio of papers in her purse. Claire frowned. She wanted to try and see what they were, but clearly her chance had long-since past. "Ugh, oh please. You guys we can all do much better. Those guys are nice enough for girls now, but when feelings are involved the rest of the female population will find out like the rest of us what insufferable jerks they are." Massie smirked almost proud of herself for her words.

"Fancy choice of words there Mass," Kristen laughed. "Have you been reading up on the dictionary?"

"Maybe," Massie quipped before shoving a piece of lettuce in her mouth.

"I should have gotten a salad," Dylan spoke thoughtfully, as if she meant to keep that in her head and not say it aloud.

"If that's the case, hand the sushi over sistah," Alicia tried to grab the box of sushi from Dylan but the red head swatted her hand away. Alicia fake pouted then laughed.

"I'm still hungry bitch."

"Bite me."

Another voice chimed in the pretty committee's conversation. Turning around, Claire was faced by Skye Hamilton, Olivia Ryan and Skye's possee. The DSL Daters. Was Olivia one of them now? The Daters were all seniors, in exception of Olivia of course. "Oh don't say that Rivera, or else she really will eat you," Skye laughed. Her voice was shrill and taunting and Claire wanted nothing more than to rip her throat open.

The blonde's gaze turned swiftly to Dylan who frowned. The red head's green eyes were cast downward and beside her Massie looked as if she was about to kill. For once Claire was happy for how loud the cafeteria was. For once, Claire prayed that nobody paid any attention to the two cliques.

"Fuck off Skye," Alicia scowled.

"Hmm, sure thing Alicia. Or...maybe I'll just fuck your ex? Josh and I have been really keen on getting to know each other, if you know what I mean," Skye winked. Alicia's knuckles turned white as the Latina grasped the back of her chair with an iron grip. Claire looked almost fearful of what she might do.

"Go ahead. Those boys are so last year Skye. We've already had them."

"You had them? Or did you they have you..." Skye tipped her head to the side in a mocking way. Apparently, Massie had enough of it.

"Why don't you crawl back into the hole you came from Skye? Don't you have something better to do?" Massie gritted her teeth and fixed a hard glare at Skye.

"Better than hanging out with my favorite girls? Oh, what could be better than this?" Skye spoke in a stickley sweet voice.

"I don't care who you fuck Skye. It doesn't matter because by the next week you'll be old news. So why don't you do everyone a favor and just graduate already? Clearly nobody here cares about you."

A flash of hurt and embarrassment flashed through Sky'es eyes, but the DSL Daters alpha quickly composed herself. "Whatever Massie. You wanna talk about old news? Look at yourself. Derrick Harrington doesn't want you anymore. Every thing that happened the end of the school year a few months ago only proved how old you've grown to him. Weren't you like best friends throughout child hood? Clearly not anymore. Also, if Derrick can see how uninteresting you've become then so will everyone else. Enjoy your last two years here Mass, because they aren't going to last and in the real world nobody is going to be kissing your ass."

Massie stiffened in her seat.

The words had clearly hurt her, but Massie composed herself quickly. "Get out of here Skye."

"Gladly."

Skye and the DSL Daters all turned and left, all except one (that was if she was even considered a Dater). Olivia Ryan.

Olivia smiled at Claire, a fake smile obviously. It was the smile one would greet their enemy after winning some grand prize. "So Claire," Olivia began. "I saw you staring at Cam and I not to long ago...and I just wanted to break it to you before you heard from anyone else. We're official. Cam and I, I mean. We're together together. I just thought I'd tell you before you heard from anybody else..."

Claire's gaze hardened at the bleach blonde, tacky, tan girl. "That's great Olivia. Really I'm happy for you."

Olivia raised a brow. Her smile was taunting. She had won. She had Cam. But Claire wasn't going to let her know that. "You are?"

"Yes. I am. Honestly if I had gotten rid of that low life earlier before then I would have. To think that this time last year I was slumming it with Cam Fisher, well, it makes me ashamed almost. Honestly Olivia you did me a great favor. So really, thank you. Thank you so much."

Claire felt proud of herself. She wanted to pat herself on the back. In fact, she wanted someone else to pat her on the back for finally growing a back bone and standing up for herself. It felt good. For once she had spoken for herself and had nobody else to defend her. She did it all on her own, and it was gratifying.

Behind her, a voice cleared.

Cam Fisher stood not too far from Claire, with a silent daze around him. He looked lost. Hurt. Confused...you name it.

But Cam Fisher didn't feel those things did he? The Cam Fisher everybody knew now was a rebel, he was cool and didn't care about these kinds of petty girl drama. He especially didn't care what innocent blondes had to say about him.

"Well...I didn't know you felt that way."

Cam's gaze was dark. His eyes flashed with a look of both hurt and anger. Claire almost wanted to cry. She wanted to hug him and tell him that she didn't mean a thing of it. But even if she didn't, she couldn't let him see her weak. He flaunted girl after girl in front of her without Claire even saying a word. She wouldn't let him win again. Not this time.

"Yeah well now you know."

"Now I know." Cam's face was like stone. She couldn't read an emotion on him. He was steel. Of course, now this was the Cameron Fisher she knew. The cold one. Cam Fisher didn't care about feelings. He especially didn't care about Claire Lyons. "C'mon Liv. Let's go."

Olivia latched herself to Cam's side and the pair walked off.

Two tables behind them, the Briarwood boys looked on at the commotion in front of them. Claire had juts realized that almost the entire cafeteria was staring them down, hungry for more gossip and drama.

Of course. Just Claire's luck.

She looked down at her plate of fries.

"You know..." she started. "I'm not hungry anymore."

Luckily for Claire, none of the other girls were too.


Massie

Massie had been dreading 7th period. All she wanted was for the day to end so she could crawl into bed and take a nice (much needed) nap.

She showed her parents the portfolio of papers from Mr. Alcibur yesterday. They were filled with Massie's previous essays and works from freshman and sophomore year. There was also her first paper which was assigned on the fourth day of school. It was really sappy now that Massie looked back at it. She had talked about Derrick as well as the PC and former Briarwood Boys' problems in the past. Luckily for her, Massie snatched that paper before her parents could read it.

They had pushed her to agree.

William and Kendra Block wanted Massie to get the best grades even though they wouldn't hesitate to just pay through her years of college in which ever school she choose to attend. It was finally that time to think about it too. It being the future...

Last year she had finally started thinking about the inevitable next four years of her life, yet she had been calm about it. Nothing was set in stone. Nothing was certain, not yet at least. Even so, Massie had given college a thought but now she had to finalize her decisions. The next summer would be a lot of touring colleges and prestigious schools. Like most rich kids in upstate New York, their "standards" (more like what their parents wanted from them) was an ivy league school like Dartmouth, Harvard, Princeton, Brown...any of those were good choices for Westchester teens.

When she thought of he future, that's when Massie really felt bad for Kristen. School was a load of hard work, and Massie sure didn't like to do it. Even so, she had her parents money to back her up if she should ever need it. Kristen had to work her ass off to be where she was and to be where she wanted to be in the next four years.

Massie shuddered at the thought.

She always thought she'd do something in fashion, and if not business. Hell, everybody seemed to do business management these days. But writing? It was something Massie had never seen herself in doing. She would never think of it, not in a million years.

Massie Block wasn't a writer. That was all there was too it, and that was exactly what she told Mr. Alcibur when she saw him the next period after the dramatic scene in the cafeteria.

"Why?" her teacher pressed his lips together.

"I-I just can't Mr. Alcibur. Honestly, you have the wrong girl. I really don't know what you saw in me in the first place but I'm just not good enough for the school news."

It sounded lame almost, at least coming out of the lips of Massie Block. She was cool girl, and cool girls didn't fret over the school newspaper. Even so, not matter how lame it may seem...the Westchester news was a large thing. The kids who participated in it got a lot of praise from actual journalists and were able to get good stables jobs right out of college due to their participation in the club. They wrote raw, gripping news. Even Massie knew that. As much as she hated to admit it-Massie didn't think that she had it in her to write for the news.

She couldn't write about economical stuff, sports, or any academic clearly because she didn't know anything about all three of those subjects.

The only thing Massie liked to pay attention to when it came to sports was how good the varsity soccer team's butt's looked in their soccer shorts. That was it. Economics...ha! Nice joke. Academics was an even funnier one...

"Ms. Block I really think you're throwing away a great opportunity. You have it in you, I know you do. Maybe not the same as Asala Karman, or Donnahue Boyd but you have real raw writing. You write what all teenagers want to read!"

"I'm sorry but who?"

"Excuse me?"

"Who's Asala Karman and Donnahue Boyd."

"Seniors who write for the paper. Asala's editor-in-chief while Donnahue is Westchester's very best reporter."

"Ah." Aka, LBR's as Massie would put it in her middle school years. Now they were just faceless nobodies who didn't matter in the life of Westchester's pretty committee alpha.

"Ms. Block, please," her teacher pleaded. His eyes looked tired. They searched her face for any emotional tug in his direction but Mr. Alcibur got nothing. Massie didn't want to write. She wanted to take a nap, go shopping, and drink a iced caramel macchiato from Starbucks.

"I'm sorry Mr. Alcibur," Massie said sheepishly. Truth be told, she had actually liked Mr. Alcibur and was a bit down on letting him down. But he juts didn't understand... Massie didn't have it in her. She wasn't the one to chase a person down for a story, she wasn't this Asala girl and Donnahue boy who were apparently great in journalism. Creative writing was a class, and shopping was Massie's goal for the day, not to write in the school newspaper.

"I-I just don't see what you see in me, sir."

Mr. Alicbur frowned. "Well alright then. I tried. It's too bad Ms. Block. I really wish you could see it in you too."

The man returned to his paper, which was actually the school newspaper much to Massie's detest. Massie realized that signaled the end of their conversation and the alpha made her way back to her seat, waiting for the bell to ring.

...

"I just don't get what's so important about the school newspaper!" Massie groaned, shoving chips in her mouth. It was unlike her, yes, but she wasn't in a good mood. Despite how calm she acted, her little incident with Mr. Alcibur really upset her. Sure, she was the one who let him down essentially, but the man made her feel so guilt about it! Ugh. It was so frustrating. Responsibilities weren't really Massie's thing and writing them down was an even bigger hassle.

Beside her, Dawson laughed. His forest green eyes twinkled in obvious amusement at her dilemma. Why was everyone being such a jerk today?

Chip after chip went into Massie's perfectly coated in glossed mouth. Dawson watched her merrily. He was too chipper. (Did anyone even say that anymore?) Why was he being so nice yet annoying at the same time?

They had a sub that day, not like they did much in English anyways. Alicia and Dylan were up in the front taking selfies and the rest of the class was pretty much occupied in whatever else they did. Claire was reading some sort of book though the blonde looked as if she were about to pass out. If she didn't know any better, Massie would make a bet that Clarie was about to drop her head and fall asleep soon.

It had been a long day for her and Olivia Ryan sitting on the other side of the row from her wouldn't do Claire any good. Maybe that's why Claire looked so interested in Anna Karenina. Claire Lyons didn't read world class literature. Now that Massie thought about it, she didn't think Claire read at all.

"Maybe you really are a good writer and you just don't know it," Dawson quipped, taking a handful of chips from the bag and shoving them in his mouth. Massie had almost forgotten that they were his, but didn't care. A salad didn't really fill her and she wanted food in any form that it came. She'd regret it later.

Pilates on Saturday morning with Alicia would be a good punishment for the eating of the chips. Yes, Massie decided in her head, yes it would.

"Whose side are you on?"

"Yours, clearly. But all great geniuses have always doubted themselves at some point, especially in the beginning."

Massie raised a suspicious brow. She was in no mood for small talk. Right now, small talk was pointless. She just wanted to stop feeling so guilt and start feeling like the Massie she usually was. Powerful, not powerless.

"Did you know that Thomas Jefferson had written so many versions of the Declaration of Independence that his trash bin filled up so much that his cleaning ladies started getting mad at him?"

"Really?"

"Well...I'm not too sure. But the man did doubt himself in the beginning, and now he's written for us what every 'moral' American citizen should live by."

"So what? Should I just don a wig and white beard then all of a sudden everything will just come to me?"

"Basically," Dawson grinned up at her. Massie slapped his head playfully and giggled. They had only started talking yesterday, and the boy didn't make her want to claw her eyes out. This was different. Massie never seemed to get along with any person from the male gender these days. If she did, they were all potential boy friends who could never live up to her expectations.

Dawson was different though. For once, she had found someone who was contempt to being her friend instead of another guy wanting to get in her pants or to take her as revenge on Derrick Harrington.

Derrick did make a lot of enemies, even if he didn't know it which most of the time he didn't.

He slept with other guys' girlfriend's with out knowing, leaving him with the occasional bruised face and the other guy a broken arm. Derrick was great at soccer, which made him infamous in other schools. Everybody was out to beat him.

When they were still friends freshman year, countless of guys would ask Massie out in front of Derrick to get a rise out of him. The next day, the boy was mysteriously put in the nurses office due to some "illness" and Massie and Derrick would go back to doing whatever they always did. They were good friends at some point, really. Massie wasn't too sure when that had all changed.

"Mass?"

Massie was too lost in her thoughts to realize that Dawson still spoke to her.

"Yeah?"

"I was asking you what you thought about speaking to Asala? You know...the girl from the paper."

Massie snapped out of her daze, back to her 'bitchy' self. "And why would I do that?" she snapped.

"To see if this is really what you want."

Massie sighed. How many times did she have to explain it? "But it's not what I want."

"And how would you know?"

"I just do," Massie insisted. This was getting bothersome now. All she wanted to do was get away from Dawson and his evil bag of Doritos Cool Ranch chips. Ugh...they were so good though.

Dawson leaned back in his chair and gave her an odd smile. It was friendly but he was up to something. She could tell by the way the corners of his mouth twitched up in a sly manner. His eyes had a glint of mischief in them.

For a moment he reminded her of freshman Derrick, always starting trouble. He still was. Massie just didn't know it anymore.

"Go out with me."

"Excuse me?"

"Not like that," Dawson shook his head and laughed. "I mean like...go out with me after school. We'll go to this place I wanna show you. Maybe it will help fuel your inspiration."

"I already told you Dawson, I am no writer."

"But you could be."

"Yeah, I could be. But I won't."

"Sure Mass."

It almost hurt when he called her that. He sounded so much like Derrick, only for a brief moment.

"Whatever Dawson."

The two decided not to talk about Massie's little writer situation for the remainder of the period. In fact, Massie had gone up to sit with Alicia and Dylan. Claire was asleep, her book open and used as a pillow for her head just as Massie had predicted. Dawson went off to talk to some guy on the soccer team.

Though the pair decided not to speak, they both knew in their minds that they were going to meet after school. And they did.


Derrick

(after 9th period. 3:05 pm)

"Alright hustle up!" Derrick ran backwards, facing the boys who ran in the direction of their captain. Their coach was sitting on the bench along with the other coaches, probably talking about drills and whatever soccer coaches talked about. As captain, Derrick was in charge of warming up. It was alright, but a part of him wished he had a whistle. It would seem more official, yet it was probably a good thing because one of the boys (Kemp) would most likely take it from him every five seconds and keep blowing into it like a maniac to cause havoc among the team.

"Let's go! Move it!"

Derrick could feel the sweat dripping from his forehead down to his shoulders. It was at least 85 degrees out, and personally Derrick couldn't wait for the fall weather to kick in. Actually it should have kicked in a long time ago, and supposedly it did, yet the summer weather still remained. One day it would be a good day for jeans and the next basketball shorts or something that didn't make you feel too stuffy.

That didn't matter anyways. At Westchester Prep all students were required to wear a uniform. When it wast still pretty hot, Derrick's tie was askew and his white sleeve rolled up, buttons on collar undone (well they always were all year long). It was the black slacks that bothered Derrick when it was hot out. Good thing the class rooms were air conditioned, else wise Derrick would be a pool of sweat everywhere he went.

"C'mon Derrick," Josh spat out. The boy knelt on his knees, embracing the grass as he fell forward. "Shit. It's not like you're coach. Give us a break."

"A break isn't gonna let us win championship Josh."

"It won't kill us either."

Kemp ran to a mini-circle the two boys formed, as the other boys on the team continued running their warm up laps. They knew better not to piss Derrick off. It seemed however, Derrick's own friends didn't know that. "Jeez Harrington, would it kill ya to give us a break?"
"Yes."

Kemp rolled his eyes, and joined Josh on the grass. As bad as it sounded, the five boys were definitely favored on the team. They were good. Not just high school good, but good good. Never it Westchester history did five freshman boys help carry the team to win gold, and now those freshman boys were growing up and even better than they were at 15 years old. Way better. Coach Saunders knew the boys were an asset to the team. Heck, they were even more than that, and even more so Derrick Harrington was more than all of that. He was the real deal, and everybody knew it.

When Derrick stepped on the field, the other team knew they had to be on their A-Game, and even that wasn't enough. Even as just a goalie, Derrick was good. A ball never slipped past him. Maybe once in a blue moon. Derrick had scouts looking at him and his friends for all their games, and to stay the least all of them never left unimpressed. Westchester would never know a soccer player like Derrick Harrington.

"You know, I'm starting to think that you like to torture us with these drills," Josh spat out. His breathing was labored but that didn't bother Derrick much. He'd get over it.

"Maybe I do," Derrick managed a breathy laugh.

As the three boys tried to catch their breath, Cam and Chris made their way over.

"Jenkins is missing," Cam said almost immediately as he reached the circle. "That's what Plovert says at least."

"Yeah, it's true," Chris spoke, his breathing also labored.

"What!?" Derrick snapped. "The kid never misses practice."

"He's hardly a kid..." Josh mumbled.

"Oh, you know what I mean idiot."

"Hardly. I can't even think straight," Josh groaned.

"Quit your wining Hotz, it's not anything new to you."

Josh stayed quiet this time, attempting to regain a normal breathing pace while Kemp sat on the grass, staring out lazily into the bleachers.

"Do you know where Jenks is?" Derrick questioned.

"Nope. All I know is he's with some girl," Chris said. With that, he ran off to finish his laps with the rest of the team. Out of all the boys not including Derrick, Chris was the only other one who often followed the rules. Kemp was too much of a wild card, Cam did whatever he wanted, and Josh complained too much even though he was damn good at everything athletic wise.

"That idiot. He can fuck girls later, right now he's supposed to be here with us," Derrick snapped.

"Well you tell him that captain," Cam took a seat on the field with Kemp and Josh. "It's not our fault he's not here."

"Whatever slut it is better be worth it because I'm killing him tomorrow." Staring down at the three sitting boys, Derrick sighed. "Get up assholes, lets' run."

All three boys groaned but complied to their captain's wishes.


Massie

"Dawson, is this safe?" Massie stared up at the other boy who was standing proudly up a hill.

"Of course it is Mass! Just climb up. It's easy."

Easy?

Was he kidding? A hill was not easy, no matter how small it was. Massie wasn't wearing the right shoes and she didn't feel like hiking up a few hills to see whatever it was Dawson wanted her to see.

They had been walking around the Bronx River County park trail for over half an hour now, and Massie was getting sick of it. Bugs kept flying all over her, and if it weren't for her long sleeves she would've been covered in bites. How she was doing this all in flats, Massie didn't know. Her school uniform was a complete mess. The "supposed to be" stark white button down shirt looked a bit dusty, and her red tie was askew. Massie had to roll her sleeves up, feeling much like a certain messy dirty blonde haired boy whenever he got too hot in school.

Wherever Dawon was taking her, Massie was sure it wasn't worth it.

All around, bikers flew by Dawson and Massie. She stuck out like a sore thumb. In fact, both of them did but Dawson seemed so collected, as if he had done this thousands of times.

"H-hey," Massie stumbled when they reached a bridge. Finally all of the miniature hills were over with even if they were torture.

"Yeah?" Dawson looked over his shoulder.

"Don't you have soccer?"

He gave her a questioning look.

"I just mean, like practice. Aren't you missing it?"

Dawson gave her an easy smile. His eyes were almost too kind, if that were even possible. "Well yeah, I'm missing it but it'll be alright."

"Really? I hear Derrick..I-I mean Harrington is a really touch captain."

Dawson looked down at his feet and laughed. Massie stared down too, noticing that his once polished black shoes were now covered in mud. "He is but Derrick isn't bad. I mean he can be touch but it's nothing I can't handle."

It seemed brave almost. But why was he missing practice for Massie? I mean sure, they were friends...but the pair wasn't that close yet. At the beginning of the week Massie didn't even know that he exsisted. He was just another good looking teen who was lucky enough to be on the soccer team but not apart of Derrick's little clique. At Westchester Prep those five boys were the only boys who really mattered.

Massie didn't see the big deal anyways. They weren't all that special. She frowned slightly. They were special once to her but those days were long behind Massie and the pretty commmitte.

"You okay?" Dawson noticed her deep in thought.

"Oh! Yeah, yeah I'm fine."

"Good," he grinned. "We're almost there."

"Almost where?"

Another bridge and a two minute walk later, and Massie was it. It was one of the most beautiful sights she had ever seen. It made her realize why those "hippie types" as Alicia liked to refer, enjoyed nature so much.

Tree formed from both sides of the lake, looking as if they were forming an archway shaped in a heart. The colors of the leaves varied from red, orange, yellow, green, brown...it was breathtaking. The river was a clear blue. Looking into it put Massie in a daze. The ripples of the water looked almost crystal like. For a second there, Massie thought it was so clear that she could even see her reflection.

What was the most beautiful though had to be the sun. The way the light touched the trees, stones, the river...it made Massie want to take in the view and never let go. It made her feel warm inside. She had never noticed how beautiful nature really was. For Massie Block, it was always diamonds and fancy jewels, high-end furniture, top notch technology. She had forgotten, or perhaps never knew the true beauty of the forest, the river, the mountains, the trees. Here they all were, in front of a bridge where bikers biked by every day...and Massie was in awe.

She was too busy taking in the view that she hadn't noticed Dawson snapping a picture of her in what looked to be a vintage Polaroid camera.

She blinked a few times before processing what had just happened.

"It's a picture," he spoke.

"I can see that."

He laughed at her hostility. Why was he laughing? This wasn't funny. "I'm trying to make a point..."

"Which is what? That's you're a stalker?"

"No Massie," Dawson only laughed some more. "I'm trying to talk about passion."

"What?" Massie furrowed her brows in confusion. What was he trying to get at?

"I like photography. I capture true beauty."

His words made her blush. True beauty. Was he talking about her or the trees? Maybe both? Probably the trees...

"I-I don't get it." It wasn't entirely true but it wasn't a lie either.

"I'm trying to make a point to you. Before I found this spot it was always soccer, soccer, soccer. I loved the game, hell I still love the game. I enjoy it a great deal but I didn't see myself doing it after high school. After a while all of the parties and the big headed egos of the guys in my team after winning championship made me kinda hate it. Well...okay, not hate but ya know. Close to that. All of the glamour ruined the game for me. I missed when people played to be passionate about it." Dawson bit his lip. Massie never noticed that he had kissable lips. She felt like such a little school girl thinking about it. For a second, she was 7th grade Massie again who was thinking about loosing her lip virginity to Chris Abeley. "Anyways...one day I was biking with my older brother Declan who basically forced me to come with him. Declan bikes, he's the kind of guys who you'll see watching the Tour de France. But, anyways I came with him one day and he had his camera and I just...snapped, I guess. Something about this sight brought me to my knees. I started taking pictures and it just got to me in a way that I never felt for anything else. The pictures made me see how beautiful nature really is. This place made me see how beautiful this world is. With all of this technology I started to forget."

Dawson smiled up at her through thick dark lashes. "I started taking more pictures. It was weird because all my life there was soccer, kinda like how you like fashion and whatever else you do." The pair laughed. "But, I realized that I liked photography in general. Suddenly soccer wasn't everything to me. It was still a big part to me but it wasn't everything like it used to be. Now I know what I love to do. I've found that photography is great...I mean, I don't expect you to understand that but if you feel passionately about something, I mean really passionately then I don't see what the problem is."

"Is this your way of trying to get me to write?" Massie asked in a small voice. She felt sheepish now, especially after Dawson's little speech about passion. It was great really. At least he knew what he loved to do. Massie had no clue. Sure, she loved fashion but it didn't mean she was about to make a living out of it. When it came to fashion, it was all about what looked good to Massie Block. She wasn't going to become some big time designer or anything. For once, she saw what Dawson was trying to get at.

Try new things. That was what he was trying to tell her. Try new things, and it will pay off. Maybe even the same could be said about people...

Not even Derrick had ever tried to push her to do something out of her comfort zone. Thinking back to it, he had always just let Massie be. Derrick never did anything to make Massie want to try anything new or to better herself. Why was a stranger doing better than Derrick ever did in all their child hood and years of friendship?

There was a sharp pang in her chest when she thought about him. Why deny it anymore? Derrick was constantly in her mind. She had known him for too long to get rid of him. In every boy, Massie tried to mold out another Derrick in hopes of finding him in every one she met. But Dawson...he was different. He was solely interested in her. Even as a friend, no guy had been that way with her in a long time. In Dawson's eyes, she wasn't Massie Block. She was just Massie.

It felt good being just Massie.

"At the end of the day you're going to decide what you want to do," Dawson said as they locked eyes. "You're your own person Massie." A small Polaroid picture emerged from the camera. Dawson shook it a few times until he handed it to her.

In front of her eyes the picture began to form. The breath taking scenery took place in the small hand seized picture, with Massie looked at it in awe. Her hair looked almost blonde by the way the sunlight touched it, and her skin looked so bright...radiant. This was the way Massie wanted people to picture her. In it, she looked like the perfect Massie she had always tried so hard to be. It brought a smile on her lips.

For once she could say she looked looked perfect.

"Dawson..."

"See? A photographer only captures true beauty. You are..."

He blushed and stared back down at his muddy shoes. Massie tore her eyes always from the picture so she could look at him.

"I love it," she grinned. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me," he smiled shyly at her. Where was the bold Dawson giving his passionate (literally) speech a minute ago? "I'm only the photographer."

"What am I?" Massie laughed. "Some model for nature scenery?" she joked.

"No. You're my muse."

Dawson locked his eyes to hers. Amber eyes stared deep into his own pool of forest green. It reminded her of the trees surrounding them. The sunlight hit his face in a nice pleasant way. He looked as if he were coming out of a dream.

Suddenly, it didn't matter that they only became friends juts recently and that Massie hadn't known his name at the beginning of the week.

It was very unlike Massie to act on pure impulse but at that moment she didn't care.

Massie closed the distance between them and gave him a soft kiss. It felt right. Massie felt like she belonged there with Dawson Jenkins. The warmth of the sun hitting her face only made everything feel better. Time stood still, and she willed it to never end.

For a moment all she knew was Dawson. If only this could last forever, Massie thought as she deepened the kiss.

For a moment, she didn't know who Derrick Harrington was.


As bad as it is to admit, this is the first time I've read through my chapters since I started the story. Before that I just kinda skimmed through for mistakes and to add break lines but I actually read through this one so hopefully I didn't miss any errors!

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