C o t r a v e n i n g S i l e n c e


Chapter 9: there were times

M.

Taking a few deep breaths, she nervously glanced at her date. He smiled at her reassuringly and placed a gentle arm around her sweater-covered-shoulder. His warm brown eyes brooding.

"I really like your dress," he complimented in a subdued voice. "But the sweater is unnecessary when you're so pretty." Spasms of worry shot throughout her tense body but she didn't give away any placating emotions.

"Massie! Josh!" Claire called, white blonde curled hair flying from behind her as she struggled to jog towards them with 3 inch heels. Massie allowed a small smile to escape as she watched her friend.

Claire reached them as she lifted one foot to rub because of the damaging heels. "Can I talk to Mass—privately?" Massie nodded feverishly and asked Josh for permission. He nodded easily and turned his attention to Derrick, Plovert and Kemp who were discussing the latest soccer game.

Dragging Massie tenderly to the punch table that had to have a little alcohol tipped in, she began whispering very quickly in Massie's diamond encrusted earrings.

"Listen M—Kristen knows a lot. She knows a lot about, well, everyone. She has tendencies to know everything about everyone. It's just something she can do. She likes to make people miserable at best, and she doesn't know when to stop; watch your back. Dances are where she has the most fun." Claire warned, her ocean-blue eyes darting.

Massie shrugged a little, but nodded in acknowledgment. Claire didn't have to confirm the gratefulness in Massie's flickering amber eyes.

"I'll talk to you soon, 'kay? I think I'm going to go talk to my date—Cam Fisher." They giggled a little and Claire blew kisses towards Massie as she sauntered off, graceful as ever—and beautiful in a simple pink knee-length dress. Simple yet elegantly gorgeous.

The people at the dance partied and danced and drank and danced some more. Grinding bodies and heated make-out sessions, Massie just camped out by the punch table, occasionally talking to the in-n-out Josh Hotz. Her date. Not Derrick.

Josh not Derrick.

Josh not Derrick.

Josh not—

"Hey Mass," The devil himself greeted as he took a sip of the blood red punch. She held her breath. His caramel eyes were sparkling and beautiful—

Josh not Derrick.

"How are you liking the dance?" He asked casually as he subtly eyed her dress. "You look beautiful by the way." He added shyly, blushing under the colorful lights.

It was her turn to return the blush. She shrugged, refusing to speak.

"Yeah…boring, I know." He nodded towards Kristen who was dirtily dancing with a drunk looking Kemp. "—She's crazy." He muttered.

Massie let out a snort. Derrick offered a grin in return as they continued to smile at each other.

Massie didn't particularly enjoy social events such as these, but she found herself having a little more fun than expected when she first walked through those hotel doors.


:::-:::

K.

"Hey," the blond greeted the red-head with a Cheshire cat's kind of smile. The red-head returned the same smile and glanced confidently at the two obviously liking-boy and girl.

"Are you ready to follow through with this plan?" The blond requested, her eyes malicious and all. The red-head let out a very-un-lady-like bark of bitter laughter.

"More ready than you could comprehend, Gregory."

She shot the red-head a devious smirk.

"Let's do this."


:::-:::

A.

"I'm worried." Alicia admitted, tugging on her midnight black halter dress. Claire cocked her head to the right in utter bewilderedness.

The Spanish beauty fiddled her hands nervously. "I haven't seen Gregory once this entire dance—and that's only the good part."

The ocean-blue eyed girl parted her mouth to speak but Alicia continued in a subdued voice as she rushed the words out as quickly and subtly as possible—just in case there were ease droppers lurking within the crowd.

"Gregory has plans up her sleeves, and nobody can deny that. She hates Massie with burning passion—a blind man could probably see that—"

"Hi guys." Derrick mumbled as he came into the girls' huddled position.

"—Where's Massie?" Claire panicked, not seeing the brunette's slender figure.

Derrick stuffed his hands in his fancy pants. "I dunno."

"Derrick." Claire growled, her eyes still surveying the dancing bodies; in search of the amber eyed mystery girl. Derrick followed Alicia's horror gaze.

Massie was against the wall, sitting with her back firmly pressed against the wall, her lips pursed tightly and her locks covering her eyes. Nobody was around her, but it was obvious she was in a state of panic.

Without thinking twice, Derrick, Alicia and Claire bounded toward the panicking brunette.

"Massie!" Claire called as she saw Massie wearily lift her locks of auburn from her face.

"Are you okay?" Derrick asked anxiously as he leaned down to her height on the floor. She nodded in a frozen state.

"What happened." Alicia demanded, her friendliness all but gone. She glanced around the sea of girls and boys, colorful dressed sparkling all around. It was hard to tell what she was looking for.

Massie pointed towards the stage where a dirty blond was whispering in the ear of a unfamiliar red-head's ear. The two were on the stage preparing for something.

Something that they warned towards Massie.

They pulled out a microphone and clicked a button that turned on the projector that shined to a white blank screen.

"What the hell are they doing?" Derrick snarled, seething annoyance and awaiting anger.

"Revenging." Massie squeaked, her eyes wide with terror and pure apprehension. Her lips were parted in horror when the dirty blond spoke into the microphone.

Claire and Alicia were to apprehensive to notice that their usually-silent friend had actually spoken.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen. I'm Kristen Gregory, and this gorgeous red-head next to me is Dylan Marvil. We are here tonight for many important reasons; but the most important one is to know the truth behind your silent acquaintance, friend, or date," Kristen shot a pointed look at Derrick's furious face. She shot him a sultry look and continued while all eyes were on her. "Dylan and I would like to proudly present to you the pictures, and truth to all the lies and unspoken words of that brunette."

And with that, nastily Kristen glared at Massie's submissive posture and turned out the lights with a snap and the camera was rolling with horrible pictures.

The first picture was of a very thin and petite picture of a grinning familiar amber-eyed girl, she looked to be the age of 10 years old. She had long auburn hair—much like Massie's—and was giggling at some boy's words.

"That my friends, is our sweet little friend. She is first talking to my long crush." The vicious red-head said, growling as she recalled the memory.

The next slide was a photo of the same girl only much older, she had much longer hair and she was winking at the same boy—only he was much older too.

"And she continues this horrible god damned behavior, 3 years later." She continued maliciously.

The next slide made Massie wince in terror. The picture was of her father, William, smiling brightly in a business picture.

"This is the girl's father. He was a great man…but not really." Dylan spoke into the black microphone with that same smile that Kristen mirrored.

They switched the next picture to a photo to a graveyard. The words on the grave were, 'here lies William Joseph Block. Husband to Kendra Block, and father to—"

"THIS IS QUITE ENOUGH!" Derrick, Alicia and Kristen shrieked as they charged up to the stage. Alicia efficiently turned of the slide before anyone could read the 'father to—' words. Massie had been ever so grateful.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH." Kristen screeched in anger as she boiled at Claire. Then Claire walked straight up to Kristen and stared her straight in the eye.

"Don't, fucking call me that." She began and leaned in farther to Kristen's face. "And don't mess with me—my friends—or Massie for that matter. Got it?" Claire snarled. Kristen was wide-eyed but she wasn't giving up now.

All eyes were on the two.

"No way!" Kristen protested angrily as she stared at Dylan who was walking to Massie's huddled position, sobs racking her small figure.

"Fuck you." Claire spat as she raced after Dylan. Dylan had reached Massie and was clawing at Massie's sweater to reveal her past.

"STOP IT!" Massie had familiarly yelled. Derrick winced as he remembered the first time he heard that—so long ago, it felt.

"YOU BOYFRIEND STEALER, AND KILLER!" Dylan shouted nastily.

"Enough!" Alicia retaliated by pulling Dylan's red locks of curls. "I've had enough of yours and Kristen's 'fun' and this ends tonight."

Dylan scoffed as she shoved Massie back to the ground. Derrick raced over to help pick Massie up.

Alicia let out an indignant screech and bitch-slapped Dylan right across her porcelain doll-like smirk. Dylan tripped back and landed straight on her ass.

"I would sleep with your fucking eyes open." She warned as she struggled to her tall inched heels with a shout of agony from landing hard.

"You know what? You're right, Dylan." Claire called over as she walked over. Dylan shot her a gracious smile, lending out a hand towards Claire; expecting her to help her up.

Claire winked subtly at Alicia, Massie and Derrick. Then she took Dylan's hand. Once the red-head put all her weight into Claire's arm, Claire pulled back ferociously, causing Dylan to propel into the blood-red punch bowl near by.

"You should take your own advice—since you're so right." Claire dismissed as she spat on Dylan, who screamed at a very disturbing pitch. She tugged at her chemically curled hair and glared at the girls standing above her in doubled laughter.

"I hate you!" Dylan screamed so loudly that Derrick and many other boys covered their ears.

"You should, 'cause the feeling is mutual." Massie stepped in and glared down with the same hatred burning in her eyes as Dylan's emerald green ones.

"Go fuck yourself." Massie hissed as she stepped on her Jimmy Choo heels and turned away from Dylan, and from her past.

For now.


Author's Note: SNAP! 102 reviews guys?! CRAZY!!! Thanksss sooo much for reviewing. You guys are AWESOME-TASTICAL.


Review replies:

ThisIsMyPenName101: Sorry about the really LONG wait for the update (= But I hope you enjoyed the cat fight. Anyway, I gave you guys HUGE hints about Massie's vague past. Now the next chapters will be her friends trying to piece these puzzles for a little bit…

Cliquexxloverxx9: Well this will be one puzzle to solve that you will not forget. (;

BraidedTissues: Go bald. I'll feel better about my hair that seems to keep falling out from the looks of it in my brush. Hmmm. (:

Xjgege: This chapter had a little Massington, but right now Massie's past is more important.

Brownie00: Thank youuuu (=

Krissy0405: I'll try!

AlphaSkier: Your welcome. (=

Cheer09: Damn right. Massie sure told them off! With the help of her awesome-tastical friends. (: Hehe…

Jenniferbrofrovski: Haha you're too sweet.

Chantal xoxo: You'll just have to wait and see—this chapter was FILLED with plenty of clues. Hehe (: Now piece those clues together; put two and two together.

Fanfictiontastic: I know right? Dylan's a major bitch too now. And Kristen still. But totallyyyy cute of Massie's friends to help her out, eh? And first is the worst, second is the best, third is the one with the treasure chest. (;

I'mEdward'sLaTuaCantante: See. Now you get to see more of DylanXMassie's past. I really hateee Kristen with a burning passion as well. Just a HUGE hint. (=


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