Massie wondered how she was gifted with beauty, wits, wealth, status, and so much and envy... and yet she was the one who actually had to force/threaten/blackmail people into going all over her and Claire was the one who was just herself and got guys falling for her. It made no sense. Something as wrong with the balance of nature that is Westchester and Massie felt like she was the perfect one to fix it.
Claire was wondering too, wondering why Cam and Derrick were being like this. Were they that mad that she hadn't chosen which? What would Massie do? Layne, Meena, and Heather were helping her wipe the gunk off her shirt. Claire looked back as Cam and Derrick laughed hoarsely at her. Some stupid LBR named Caitlyn R came up to her and asked, "Hey, didn't you and Derrick go out?"
"Yeah, but that was light years ago," Claire said, waving her hand like it was just a bad smell, "I'm.. into another guy now. And Derrick is with Massie."
"Oh, too bad, you and Derrick looked cute together." And with that, nerdy little Caitlyn just left.
Claire sighed, and Layne's eyebrows scrunched together. "Life is not all about boys, Claire," Layne firmly lectured, like that would make Claire feel all better.
"I know that, but," Claire swallowed, "but I liked them. If you stopped being my friend all of a sudden, I'd feel like this too."
Massie held her head up high, although she sort of felt guilty inside. But it was all because of Claire! She practically brought it on herself. She was the one who left the PC. She was the one who stole Derrington. She was the bad one here, not Massie! Massie and the PC linked arms as they walked past Claire, with Derrick and Cam running after them.
Massie nodded at Cam, to make a move on her.
"So, uh, Massie, want to, uh, go out sometime?" Cam asked, glancing at Claire. It didn't look like she heard.
Massie stepped on his foot and urged,"Louder."
"Massie, you want to go out with me?" Cam said.
Massie glared at Derrick, prodding him to make a move. Derrick rolled his eyes as he said, "No way, man, Massie's mine!"
"Uh, no, she's mine!"
"No... mine!"
"Mine!"
Massie looked around frantically, hoping a crowd would start forming soon and witness thesetwo hot guys fighting over her. But no one even noticed. She knew it was because they seemed like they were talking about something stupid and boring. They sounded like bored... robots.Or something!Massie reddened, but the PC were looking at her reaction. Oh, whatever, at least the PC and Claire saw this. That's better than nothing.
But still! Seriously!
"Boys, boys, there's enough of this girl to go around," Massie smirked at Claire's face that was full of disbelief.
Claire whispered to Layne, "I wonder if they're only doing it to make me jealous so I'd pick one of them." She smacked herself on the face. "Grr! No! Stop being concieted, Claire! They like Massie, get over it, will you?"
"Claire," Layne snapped, sternly,"first: do not talk to yourself! Especially in public! Second: Derrick and Cam are not worth it."
"And third: never take the advice of a fashion no-no who went out with a make-up wearing dude," Claire added with a sharp nod, "and remember, you're the one who said you'd take both as boyfriends if you were me! You said that. You're contradicting yourself."
"Nuh-uh!" Layne snapped, shaking her head.
"Whatever," Claire sighed, "I'd really rather go out with Mr. Myner than those two anyway. It's like they're always switching places with their evil twins or something. One second everything would be fine and then all of a sudden they're totally somebody else. Somebody I'd rather not waste my time with."
"Exactly," Layne praised, raising her arms up and jumping up and down.
"I'm single and I feel free," Claire declared, sounding truer than she was.
"Who needs boys?" Layne asked, putting an arm around Claire.
Claire sighed, giving up her act, "Someone who is lesbian! I can't go on like this. I wish I can just figure outwhat I did wrong. Nothing makes sense."
Massie hooked a glossy lock of her hair behind her eyes as she half-closed her shiny eyes with a half-smile, to make it seem as if she's thinking, "Why, yes, my life is perfectly perfect, how about yours? Not that I care." That's, of course, not what was really happening. If she actually had shown any of her real emotions, her cheeks would be raging red, her little bee-stung lips would be in a furious sneer, and her tin arms would be crossed. But... you know Massie.
"What are you two doing!" Massie demanded, like some mother reprimanding her kids about breaking a vase or something, "FYI, to save Claire's rep and hergoodschool record, you have to do a little better than that!"
"Sorry," Derrington sarcastically said, "It's just that I don't like being a fake."
"Hmm," Massie said, tapping her chin as if she was thinking deeply, "I wonder, what's worse? A faker or a suspended sucker who totally trashes his precious girl's reputation?" She breathed deeply. She needed to somehow get Derrington head over heels for her again, but how, how, how! Maybe... the best way was... to be nice? "Look, you know what? I'm so over being a bitch. I'll delete the stupid pictures, okay?" She neared Derrington.
Derrington and Cam both looked at each other and Derrington went, "Seriously?" Massie felt a pain claw her inside. Was he that desperate to get away from her?
With pain came fury. She smirked, "Of course not, how fucking gullible can you two get?"
The lunch bell rang, and the three of them watched as Claire grabbed her books and strode to go out the cafeteria doors. Derrington, Cam, and Massie all felt they should do something, but of course Massie's intentions and Derrington and Cam's were completelydifferent. Massie whispered loudly, "Push! Her!"
Derrington and Cam pretended they hadn't heard."Push! Her!" Massie repeated, with a dictator-like chime to her voice. They both looked at her, since now it would be obvious they had heard. "Who? Me?" Cam asked.
"The person who trips her would be the smarter one," Massie snapped, pointingat a square bulse in her purse to indicate the camera.
Neither of them did. Massie made a snarling sound as she poke Derrington's foot so it would knock against Claire, right as she came by. Claire's book flew out of her arms and scattered all over the floor. She looked up at Derrington sadly, as if she was saying with her eyes, "How could you?" She silently collected all her books.
Massie laughed and put up her hand to high five Derrington. "Nice one, Ricky!" Massie hoped that her calling Derrington "Ricky" would make Claire more jealous.
Derrington and Cam just watched Claire. Derrington, out of nowhere, pleaded, "Claire, look, it wasn't me-"
"Save it for someone who cares, Derrington- I mean, Derrick... no, I mean, Ricky," Claire said nastily.
"Claire, you don't get it, it's not us," Cam tried too.
"Shut up!" Massie and Claire both said together, both clenching their jaws.
Cam bent down to pick up all of Claire'sbooks, and Derrington went and did the same.Clairewas so confused, she just sat on the ground, not bothering to get up.Massie stood up defiantly, with her arms stiffly at her sides, as she felt anger boiling deep inside her, rising to the surface. "That's it!" Massie snapped, "You guys think I'm just kidding about suspension? Fine! I'll be the one who gets the last laugh!" Massie marched away.
"No, Block, wait!"
Massie looked back over her shoulder. Was it real? Or had she imagined it? Had Derrington actually called after her... with longing? She thought she heard it. "You can't stop me!" Massie exclaimed, just in case he was stopping her from going to the Principal. Suddenly, she felt his hands grab hers, shooting tingles up her arm.
"Block, hear me out, okay?" Derrick said, looking straight into her eyes that Massie had to stop.
"What do you want?" Massie said, trying to look as if she could care less, but possibly look loving
"You're the only one for me," Derrick said. Massie's eyes watered as she went into his eyes. He sounded so sincere, but Massie knew she had to watch her back. She wasn't going to be made a fool of herself all over again. She closed her eyes as he touched her cheek. Is he going to kiss me? Please say he's going to kiss me!
"Forgive me?" Derrington asked, looking super truthful.
"Prove you're worth my forgiveness," Massie said, knowing fully this was being risky, "Something better than what you did for Claire!" She tried to act like she had never wanted him back. She tried to act like a girl who was giving her ex a second chance only because she felt sorry for him. "Something... wayyy better."
"I have something for you," Derrington offered, sounding sheepish, "It can be a start. I've hadit for youever since our break up.But... you can't see it right now. I'll put it in your purse and can you see it later... alone?" He looked pleading and Massie wanted to shove her purse to him and beg for whatever his gift was. But instead she pretended to be thinking about it and then acted like she couldn't care less.
"Fine, but fast," Massie handed her Coachpurse to him, tapping her foot.
Derrington turned her back so she wouldn't see what he put inside, and then handed the purseback to her with a cheesy smile that looked way too cute on him. As Massie took the purse, she felt a surge of power. She would be back on top again! She knew it!Massie quickly left to the girl's bathroom so she could see what it was that he had given her. She ran into the bathroom and when she saw that all the stalls were occupied, she snapped her fingers. "This is Massie, and I say you all clear out!" Luckily, everyone in the bathroom was of lower statusor age than her so they obeyed willingly.
Massie yanked the purse open as if she had a painful, gross disease and the instant cure for it was in there. She looked in it... silent. There was no gift in there. What was going on? Massie flipped the purse over and dumped the contents out, sending it all crashing on the floor. Her compact mirror broke and maybe a few other things cracked, but who cares? Everything in the purse could be replaced, even the 400 camera.
Wait... her camera! Where was it?
Massie dropped to her knees like a beggar and sifted through the make up that were all scattered on the floor from her purse, looking for her camera even though she knew it wasn't in there.
Derrington! He took her camera! There'd never been a gift! She'd been tricked! Even when she had been careful not to have been!Massie shrieked out her rage and threw the purse down in defeat.
Claire felt a smile on her lips. She, Derrington and Cam had worked everything out after they had told her what happened. It seemed so... obvious now it was all a trick. Claire felt silly. She should've known! She wished she could see Massie's face!
Claire looked up as she saw Massie coming in the classroom, just before the bell rang. If she had ever been angry, Claire couldn't have told. Any traces of rage was nonexistent in her smoothface. But Claire knew Massie better than any other person, which made her a slightly more dangerous enemy than anyone else for Massie. Claire was the one Massie had trusted, and Massie had taken it for granted that she'd never leave.
Massie knew by the smug smile on Claire that she knew perfectly that she was pissed off. Massie hated it how she could see right through her. "Wipe that smile off your face, Lyons," Massie hissed, refusing to say her first name. Claire. It sounded so innocent and vicious at the same time, like adevilish angel or an angelic devil. "Everything comes with a price, and you're going to seriously pay a big one."
"Maybe you think everything comes with a price," Claire said, giggling,"but you know what I think?" She stood up and looked at Massie straight in the eye. "The best things in life are free."
It was a little short, but forgive me?
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