"Can you please tell him?" Dylan pleaded.

Massie turned to her and made a face, "Ew, why now?"

"He's right there," Dylan slapped Massie's elbow. Massie looked over her shoulder to see Derrick staring at her.

"Ugh," Massie groaned, "do I have to?"

Dylan nodded frantically.

"Fine," Massie grumbled and got up. She walked over to where Derrick was sitting.

Massie stood in front of him and folded her arms across her chest.

"Hello," Derrick said to her after an awkward silence. Next to him was Josh Hotz. Josh looked at Massie then to Derrick. He did it once more then left to sit next to their classmate, Dempsey.

Everyone in the classroom was busy watching a documentary on WW2.

"Sit," Derrick patted the chair Josh was sitting on earlier.

Massie sighed then sat down. Her amber eyes were focused on the movie. Derrick yawned and stretched out his hand over Massie's seat.

She rolled her eyes.

"So how can I be of assistance to you?" Derrick asked nonchalantly.

Massie folded her arms across her chest tighter then said, "I need to tell you something."

"Shoot," Derrick encouraged her to continue. Massie gulped. He was acting so calm, so cool, so… Derrick.

She stared at him for a moment. And then, that's where she knew. Massie finally understood what the big deal about Derrick Harrington was. He had large chocolate caramel eyes that searched for something in the sky. He was a dreamer. He had an undeniably sweet personality. He was funny, sweet, and totally… cute. He may come out as cocky and a bit over confident, but that's exactly what made him interesting.

"Uh…" Massie had no way to start it. Where was she supposed to start?

Sometimes, Massie just didn't know what to say.

"Yeah?" Derrick looked at her. He studied Massie's face. This made Massie paranoid. He started every detail, every line. He was looking, searching, finding, something special. A something special, that Massie didn't have. All Massie could do was stare back.

"Mass, you alright?" Derrick asked concerned.

Massie's throat constricted.

Suddenly, Massie wasn't sure she wanted Derrick to know Dylan liked him. What if he magically liked her back? Derrick wouldn't be looking at Massie like that anymore. Yes, she was being selfish, but she really didn't care.

He'd probably be staring at Dylan all love struck. As Massie began getting absorbed in her own thoughts, Derrick finally spoke, "Mass?"

The brunette turned to him, "yeah?"

Derrick cleared his throat, then his voice got low, "this may sound really weird. Well, because it is. But I just wanted to say it since, you're so… silent and it's kind of making me uncomfortable." A slow smile ran across his face.

He paused for breath then continued, "Massie, I kind of… like you. A lot."

Massie froze.

Derrick stared at her, deep in thought. "You don't have to say anything," He said to her carefully.

Suddenly the whole room was spinning. All Massie could see was Dylan and Claire. Claire and Dylan. Glaring. Hating. Scowling. Possibly murdering.

But for some reason, that didn't mean anything to Massie anymore.

"Uh, I think I do," Massie finally found her voice. She continued to talk, but softly that no one else could hear, "Derrick, I was going to tell you that Dylan likes you."

Derrick let out a small chuckle, "that really doesn't matter."

"Yeah," Massie let out a sigh of breath. Derrick looked at her, as if wanting to ask something. But whatever that question was, it'd be left unanswered. Derrick faced the projector screen. Massie did the same. A comfortable silence filled the gaps between the two. Massie attempted to stay focus on the projected movie that showed flickering black and white scenes, but it was impossible. Derrick said he liked her! He admitted that he liked her! And Massie didn't actually answer him back.

Did Massie like him?

She hesitantly had no idea. This was junior high, what did it actually matter? The concept of "young love" seemed ridiculous. But Massie was always someone to live in the moment.

The brunette pushed her long hair back and pulled down the sleeves of her white Juicy Couture zip up hoodie.

"Derrick?" Massie said, facing the front of the room, where the movies was being displayed.

He turned to look at her, his blond hair looking extraordinarily cute in a tousled flip.

Massie said in a small voice, "me too."

He smiled to himself, with a face that said 'ha ha, I win, you fell for me,' but the smile also said 'hey, I'm glad you did.'

It was almost as if that managed to answer all the unsolved mysteries, the unanswered questions, the unfinished thoughts.

Things were finally right.

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