BOCD Front Lawn
Oak Tree
Josh's Point Of View
Monday, September 3
3:00 P.M.
We agreed with the girls that we would meet here after class. So far, they haven't arrived yet. It's usual for them to be fashionably late. I guess that's what we get for dating Briarwood's hottest women. Well, except for Massie. She's still single. God, everyone knows that she's meant to be with Derrick. Why can't she just see that? Even if Derrick won't admit that he likes Massie, it's pretty obvious. I mean, just look at the way he looks at her.
"Hey D. When will you admit that you like Massie," I ask.
"Never, because I don't like her," came his response. Ugh. When will he realize that he does?
"Come on, D. You know you like her."
"No. I do not."
"D, you are the only one in this group who is single and YOU are our ALPHA. You know how weird it is to have an alpha that's single," Kemp asked.
"It doesn't matter if I'm single or not. My relationship status is none of your business. Okay? And, as far as I know, I'm not the only alpha who is single. Massie is too you know."
"All the more reason why you should go and ask her out," came Cam's voice.
At this statement, the girls arrived looking hot as always. They all sat at their respective boyfriend's laps except for Massie who sat beside Derrick since it's the only spot available. I look at both of them and raise my eyebrows. Derrick sees this and lightly shakes his head.
"Cam, who should Derrick ask out," Alicia asked.
"Oh. Uhm. No one. We were just messing around," Cam replied. Alicia looks up at me and looks as if she doesn't believe it. I give her a nod indicating that what Cam said was true.
Everyone engaged in their own conversation. I was talking, or more like whispering with Alicia about the sleepover or how we are going to get to go to it.
"How are we going to get you guys into the sleepover," Alicia asks in a hushed voice.
"I don't know. Why don't we plan it some more later, when Massie's not here," I reply in an equally hushed voice.
"Joshie," she said, this time more audible, "why don't you go to my house later?" She gave me a wink after the question.
A grin appeared on my face and I told her that I most definitely will. From my area, I could clearly see the disgusted faces of the people except for Kemp. Everyone knows he's such a pervert. His face practically lit up when he heard Alicia ask.
BOCD Front Lawn
Oak Tree
Massie's Point Of View
Monday, September 3
3:08 P.M.
Eh Ma Gawd. Did I just hear that right? It couldn't be. Alicia's not a slut. Please, gawd no. This is so wrong. Maybe she just wants him to come over because they have to do homework. Yeah, that's it. That must be it. Breathe, IN then OUT. In, out, in, out, in, out.
"Massie, you okay," Derrick asked. Gawd, why did he have to be so kind? Does he really have to?
"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied. My breathing started to even out and when I looked around, everyone had concern plastered on their faces.
"I'm fine. Trust me. That thing she just said really shocked and disgusted me," I added. Alicia gave me a half-hearted grin and a shrugged while Josh just grinned. I gave them a disgusted look.
"Ugh, I can't take this. I'm going ahead of you guys. Peace." I laughed out loud.
"Since when did you start saying 'peace'," Kristen asked while making air quotes at the word 'peace'.
"I don't know. That's why I laughed." I gave them one last wave and walked away. I went towards my purple Ferrari. I'm in the mood for some soccer. Maybe I'll go to that park and start playing soccer at around five-ish. Yeah, that sounds great.
BOCD Front Lawn
Oak Tree
Claire's Point Of View
Monday, September 3
3:10 P.M.
Massie's so odd sometimes. She says whatever silly thing that pops out of her mind. I can't help smiling a bit.
"Claire, why are you smiling," Cam asked.
"It's just that, Massie's so odd sometimes," I reply.
"Yeah, well she's pretty unique," Derrick piped in and smiled at the thought. My smile grew bigger because it's pretty cute for someone to say that about a person. I looked at Alicia and a smirk was on her face. I knew what she was thinking. We shared the same thought. That Derrick officially likes Massie but will deny it no matter what.
"That's sweet of you Derrick to say that about Massie," Kristen said. I guess everyone thought the same thing.
"Is it possible that you like her, Derrick," Plovert asked while raising an eyebrow. Derrick started getting fidgety.
"No, psh. I – I don't like her. Derrick Harrington does not, I repeat, does not fall for girls. They fall for him," he stammered.
"Yeah, well maybe not this time dude," Josh said. Poor Derrick, when will he ever admit it?
Derrick didn't say anything. It kind of worried me.
"You okay," I asked.
"Yeah," was his response. He stood up.
"I'll go ahead. I have to practice for soccer. Later," he said. Like Massie, he gave one last wave and left in the direction of his black Ferrari.
"Hey guys, isn't it weird that both of our alphas have Ferrari's for a car," I ask.
"Yeah, you are right. They are so meant to be with each other," Dylan said. Most of us just nodded our heads.
"Remember a while ago when I asked Josh if he could go to my house," Alicia asked.
"Yeah," Kemp said a little too enthusiastically. Alicia rolled her eyes and continued what she was saying.
"I purposely did that so that Massie would leave and we could plan how to get her to say yes to our little mission." She said with a grin.
"Oh, okay," Josh said and disappointment was pretty obvious in his voice.
"That's okay Joshie. I promise next time when Massie and Derrick are finally together okay?" She leaned in and kissed him on the lips.
"Oookaaaay…," I said.
"So how are we going to get her to agree? We only have like 4 days left including Friday to get her to agree," Kristen stated.
"Maybe we could ask her nicely first and if she agrees, then good. If she won't, then we have to think of another plan," Plovert suggested.
"Okay. If she doesn't agree then what do we do," I ask.
"Maybe we could…" and Cam told us his plan.
Harrington Estate
Derrick's Room
Derrick's Point Of View
Monday, September 3
4:48 P.M.
I signed in and was delighted to see that Massie was online.
DHarrington: Hey Block.
Massikur: Harrington.
DHarrington: What do you plan on doing today?
Massikur: Hmmm… Probably play soccer at that park at around five-ish.
DHarrington: Really? Me too.
Massikur: S.T.A.L.K.E.R.
DHarrington: Am not!
Massikur: Are too! :P
DHarrington: I honestly am not.
Massikur: Whatever. So why are you going to play soccer?
DHarrington: Does the reason "I'm the school's soccer captain so I need to practice more" make sense?
Massikur: Riiiight.
DHarrington: So, what about you? Why are you going to play?
Massikur: It's a democratic country. I could do what I want. :P
DHarrington: Imma go get my stuff. See you at the park?
Massikur: Maybe, maybe not.
DHarrington: Awww, come on. You know you can't resist me. :P
Massikur: Dream on Harrington. :D
DHarrington: Later Block.
Massikur: Bye Harrington.
I signed out of my account and went to fix my things. I left the house and went to the abandoned park.
Westchester, New York
Abandoned Park
Massie's Point Of View
Monday, September 3
5:27 P.M.
I got out of my car and saw a figure running around the field dribbling a ball. Well, that must be Derrick. I changed from my heels to my cleats. I was wearing a black and white track suit from Juicy.
"Harrington," I bellowed. It seems like he was listening to his iPod because he didn't turn to look at me. I walked closer to him. His back was facing me so I tapped him on his shoulders. He turned around and once he saw me, he removed the earphones and turned the gadget off.
"Block," he said with a smile on his face.
"Harrington," I replied returning the smile.
"Glad to see that you made it."
"Yeah, well, here I am. Stalker." I let out a giggle.
"Hey, I already told you I wasn't stalking you."
"Whatever stalker." He shoved me playfully.
"Wanna play?"
"Why not? It'd be nice to kick your ass twice."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever."
We kicked the ball around and took turns being goalie. Turns out he could kick the ball well too. Now I see why they call him a soccer gawd.
"Why don't we make this more interesting," I ask. He raised an eyebrow.
"How," he replied.
"Let's play twenty questions but with a little twist. If you could block my shot, you could ask me a question. If I score a goal, I'll be the one to ask you a question. You can't ask a question that I asked already. Get it?"
"Okay."
He gave me the ball and I went closer to him. I extended my right leg and gave the ball a kick. He easily blocked my shot.
"Looks like I get to ask you a question," he said.
"Okay, shoot," I replied.
"Hmmm… What's one thing you treasure the most?"
"My heart." I said staring at the ground. He lift my head and gave me a smile. He gave me back the ball.
I attempted another shot and this time, it made it.
"My turn. Why do you play soccer," I ask. He looked at me with a grin.
"I play soccer because I want to." His voice rose to a falsetto and said, "It's a democratic country. I do what I want." I snorted.
"You make pretty bad impressions. Don't do it again." I laughed and he joined in.
"Here's the ball."
I got the ball and gave it another kick. I scored again.
"Who were the girls you dated," I asked.
"I dated Madisson Brent and Jacklyn Aven." He gave me the ball and I kicked it. He was able to block my shot.
"Block, do you like anyone," He asked. I snorted because I know that that'll never happen.
"You just wasted your question. Nope. I do not like anyone." I gave him a wide grin. I don't know if it was just me or not. But his face fell slightly and his grin was obviously fake.
"What's wrong," I asked. Concern was written all over my face.
"Huh? Nothing's wrong," he replied with a convincing grin, but not convincing enough.
"Yeah-uh. There is something wrong."
"No there isn't and it's not your turn to ask a question." I didn't press anything anymore.
Once again, he gave me the ball and I kicked it and scored.
"Who do you like," I asked. He looked confused and came over.
"What," he replied.
"I said who do you like?"
"I thought you said we can't ask a question that the other asked already?"
"No, I said that YOU can't ask a question that I asked already. This means that I can ask a question you did."
"That's not fair!"
"Hey, you agreed to it. And please don't tell me that you still live by the childish notion that life should be fair."
He looked at me and smirked like he has something planned up on his sleeve.
"Okay, what are you going to do," I asked. He ran towards me and grabbed my waist. He lifted me up in the air and twirled me like they do in those romance flicks. His hands on my waist didn't feel foreign at all. They felt like they belonged there. What the hell am I saying? I laughed at loud because this seemed so cliché.
"Harrington, put me down," I said in between giggles.
"Give me one reason why Block," he replied.
"Maybe cause if you don't I'll tell the guys that you wet your bed every day."
"I do NOT! And you wouldn't!"
"Try me."
"Fine." He put me down gently, his hands still on my waist. The distance between us wasn't that big. If I take a step forward I would be able to smell his scent. I almost did, but the more rational part of me told me to stay. I looked at my feet, finding our current positions uncomfortable.
"Would you care to answer my question," I asked. As soon as I looked up I regretted doing so. My eyes made contact with his and breaking it seemed so difficult to do. His eyes remind me of the caramel candies my dad used to buy me when my parents were still together. It made me feel like I was special and I wasn't alone. It made me feel – what the HELL am I thinking? I broke away from his gaze and took in my surroundings. I noticed that he took that time to take a step towards me. We were only inches apart and if I lift my hand I would be touching him. His hands were still on my waist so it didn't help one bit. I cleared my throat and he jumped a bit. He looked down and immediately took his hands away from my waist. I asked him the question once again.
"So, who do you like?"
"I'm … not sure if I like … anyone. I'm sort of enjoying my single status." I could feel my face fall. Why? I don't like him or anything. He's just a friend and nothing will change that because I won't let anything do that. I'm so confused right now. I looked at my watch and noticed that it was almost time for dinner.
"I have to go. It's almost time for dinner. My mom will kill me if I'm late. Later Harrington."
"Have a nice evening Block." I walked backwards, gave him a final wave before turning around and walking forward. If I should describe this night in one word, that word would be 'odd'.
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