I know this is reallyreallyreallyreally late. But I just haven't been feeling it lately, you know?
:/.
Anyways, on with the show! Er… Story, I mean.
[excuse my lame humor, por favor]
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Westchester, NY
BOCD's Back Entrance
Monday, November 10th
8:10 AM
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"On the count of three, Goodbye by Kristinia Debarge." Massie announced half-heartedly, before throwing up the door, flawless hair blowing slightly and a perfected model-stare alighting her face.
Am I supposed to put my life on hold
Because you don't know how
to act?
And you don't know where your life is going?
Really, the song didn't relate to her at all. Honestly, it was the exact opposite- but regardless, it was a catchy song- and maybe, just maybe, it would help her on the "path" to forgetting about him.
And, quickly dispelling her thoughts, she focused- immersing herself in the lyrics.
Am I supposed to be torn apart
Broken-hearted in a corner
cryin'?
Pardon me if I don't show it.
They hadn't even gotten to the third stanza- and halfway through the first hallway- before they were stopped abruptly.
Massie glared upwardly, fully prepared to bitch out whoever dared to stop them- before widening her eyes dramatically, jaw dropped.
"Hey, Mass." A certain shaggy blonde greeted, obviously expecting a hug or something of that sort.
And was sorely disappointed.
"Bad sushi!" Massie exclaimed quickly, after a moment of silence, speed-walking towards the nearest bathroom- and, as soon as she turned the corner, broke into a full-speed run.
Meanwhile, the PC stared at where she had left confusedly, while Derrick stared in the same direction, a confused, almost hurt look on his face.
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Westchester, NY
BOCD
First floor, Left Wing hallway
Monday, November 10th
8:12 AM
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There was a moment of silence, before Alicia broke it, positively bouncing on her toes excitedly.
"So you're Derrick?" she inquired, hands positively itching to grab her new enV3, to send out a mass email to the entire BOCD population- but that would have to wait.
"Yeah." He muttered, sticking his hands into his pockets awkwardly.
"We've heard a lot about you." Dylan supplied, voice sugary-sweet, smiling hugely, pearly white whites dazzlingly bright. x
That is, until Kristen "discreetly" elbowed her in the stomach warningly, and with a started "ouch!," her smile disappeared, and was replaced with a semi-pout.
"Like what?" Derrick asked, staring Dylan straight into the eyes.
"Welllll…" Dylan giggled, then rambled on quickly, obviously nervous. "We heard that you and Massie had a thing," she raised her eyebrows suggestively "this summer in Nantucket, and…" she trailed off, once again giggling nervously.
"Massie told you this?" Derrick asked, eyebrows creasing yet again, as he leaned back against a cold, steel locker, arms crossed. The way she put it, it seemed as if Massie was almost bragging- something that Derrick formally seemed completely unlike her.
Oh, Derrick, you poor, poor oblivious soul.
Dylan shrugged. "You could say that."
An awkward pause.
"She seems so different…" Derrick slouched against the wall. "Kind of a bitch, you know? Strutting across the halls like she owns the place, glaring at anyone who crossed her path…" he went on, ignoring the girls' increasingly angry faces.
"Are you calling us bitches?" Kristen asked, voice perfectly normal.
Derrick simply let out a weak chuckle- obviously the wrong thing to do, since by the time he began to say something, the three had walked away, arms linked and walking away in perfect symphony.
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Westchester, NY
Left Wing Girl's Bathroom
Monday, November 10th
8:16 AM
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"…don't see what you ever saw in him, Mass." Alicia said in a most uncomforting way, Dylan and Kristen slowly shaking their heads in the background. "I mean, he's totally hawt and all, but…" Alicia grimaced, trailing off.
"Don't worry, guys." Massie exclaimed, rolling her eyes slightly. "I'm toe-dally over him."
It was a complete lie, and they all knew it- but chose to ignore it. She had to outgrow it eventually, didn't she? And it wasn't as it was love or anything- simply lust, like usual. She'd get over it- eventually.
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Hahaha, lame ending, I know. And I was planning on making it longer… but then I forgot what else I was going to write.
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