Disclaimer: L.O.T.S (Lisi Owns The Series ;D)

AN: no luck with my beta-thingy :(. And feel free to offer suggestions/ideas/comments! Please! WHOA!!!! IMPORTANT NEWS!!!! TWILY, MY ONE-SHOT, IS GOING TO HAVE AN EPILOGUE!!!!COMING SOOOOOON!!!!! Oh, and please vote in my poll. It is a v-e-r-y b-i-g d-e-a-l!!! now continue on, thanks ;)

BOCD
The "Green" Café
N/A
12:30 P.M

"Heeeyy!" Massie had a smile plastered on her face, Dylan's seemed more like a mischievous smirk…like the one on Derrick's. Derrick thought in unison with Cam, Man, could that grin be any faker? She's upset.

Join the crowd, Cam sighed.

"So what did you guys just have to talk about?" Derrington flicked a cranberry at a one of that-lunch-aid-who-always-scowls. "Psh. Bathrooms are only for talking in?" Massie rolled her eyes.

It is when it's you, Derrick's inside voice laughed. Dylan said nothing.

Checking someone out, are we? Cam realized, feeling her furtive gaze burning his Dior jeans. His face turned red, ever-so-slightly.

"So what's up? Anything special that happened today?" Derrick asked. Why am I the only one talking here? He wondered.

"Nope." Everyone answered artlessly.

Apparently, denial was IN.

BOCD
The-Hallway-Outside-of-the-Café
N/A
12:40 P.M

"Hey Day-re-rick." Alicia split his name extra-long and wiggled her skinny—or bony, as Massie said—fingers. She grabbed Massie's arm. "Follow." Alicia hissed.

"Or what?" Massie imitated her tone, ignoring her climbing pulse. Yet she obeyed.

Cam could tell something had her tensed. God, I take sensitive to a whole new level, he started to move towards them. But the death glare Alicia pierced him with had him reconsidering. He held up his hands in a total Okay, whatever kind of way.

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"So what do you want?" Massie made the you sound like LBR.

"What I want, is for you to back off my boyfriend and back out of our life." Alicia crossed her arms.

"Well too bad. Not even Daddy's money can buy you that, Ew-licia."

"I know, and I don't need him to. 'Cause I'm going to get that all by myself, Blockbutt."

"So original." I rolled my eyes. "And how do you plan to do half of that?"

"Easy." Alicia took a step forward. "I think we both—or rather, everyone, knows that he's wrapped around my little finger. Just imagine how he'll be when I break up with him."

Massie silently scoffed. "You wouldn't, so what's to worry?"

"Who said I wouldn't? BTW, dark-and-mysterious is more 'in' now anyways."

Massie giggled. "Yeah, like Taylor Lautner and Rob Pattinson."

For a split second, their conversation seemed like one that friends might have. But of course, if you're enemies, you're gonna act like it. Massie laughed again, but this time, in a mocking way. "Still, your plan is related to me, how?"

The corners of Alicia's mouth turned smug. "It will be when I tell him it was because of you."

"Derrick would neh-ver fall for that. You don't know him at all, Rivers, if you think that'll work."

"Says you." Alicia sang. "And your thought is worth less than a penny. We're done here."

But Massie had already walked away.

The Block Estate
Massie's Bedroom
MB's POV
3:12 P.M

I wished I could say I cared less, but let's just put it this way: I was in worse condition than my Marc Jacob ballet flats after the grand opening of a new Barney's. (AN: SERIOUSLY!!! It was c-r-a-z-y when I went!)

Dylan rolled on my bed so that she was propped on her elbows. "So…"

"What?" I pretended to focus on the sheet that was supposed to be my homework, which was now covered in doodles.

Dylan let out a frustrated noise. "What's with you and Alicia? Does she want you to be in her clique or something?" Dylan frowned. "'Cause buh-lieve me, I could do way better than Olivia Ryan. Seriously." She quickly added.

"Ehmagawd." I laughed. "No, that's not it. It's nothing, really."

Dylan made a tsk-tsk-tsk noise with her tongue. "Somehow, I don't believe you. At all."

I said nothing. "Come on, Mass! You don't tell me a-n-y-t-h-i-n-g! You don't tell me about your friends, your crushes, can you blame me for trying to know my best friend?" Dylan exclaimed. "And I still think you like the guy that starts with a D."

I felt choked. "I can see your eyes flickerin'." Dylan trilled.

"Fine! Maybe I don't tell you things because it's just not going well! Maybe I didn't tell you about my crush because he's too busy with his rat of a girlfriend. Maybe I didn't tell you about what happened after lunch because all it was, was that skimp trying to corner, threaten, and ruin me!"
I couldn't stop. "And you do know me! But, Dylan, I'm not your can of Diet Coke. So don't expect me to spill! I don't have to tell you everything, okay?"

Dylan replied softly. "I think you just did."

AN: I'm sorry that this is short. I promise to update soon, but it's not that easy to just sneak onto the computer, fit everything in, come up with ideas, and most importantly: Keep it a secret. And that's the hardest. (My dad works with computers and knows his way around, oh, I don't know, everything about it.)