Hey you guys! Sorry it took forever to update! I've been stressing over my other stories!

BTW, this story has undergone a small revamp! Nothing significant changes, but it sets the stage a bit better.

10.

Massie's Beach House : Lower Level

1:49 July 15th, Sunday

"Uh, Massie?" Claire bit her lip, gazing up at the rafters in the ceiling.

"Yeah?" Massie paused, looking at Claire questioningly, pausing in steps.

"Letter in your mailbox."

"Thanks." Massie pulled at her white thonged bikini bottom. "Ready for the beach?"

"Wait!" Claire bit her lip again, and then swore silently. When she saw Cam, she didn't need to have an ugly split lip.

"Yeah?" Massie responded, sounding slightly annoyed. The other girls had already started the short trek to the beach, and she didn't want to be late for Derrick.

"Don't you think that swimsuit's a bit... revealing?" Claire raised her eyebrows. Undeniably, Massie looked gorgeous, ethereal really; but the suit was more on-the-stage-in-new-york-with-stilettos-and-a-pole than going to the beach with the ex I don't like.

"No." Massie said quickly, scanning the ground. Her tan had been dusted with a light shimmer, and the light reflected off of her in the best way possibly. Along with her hair, done in insanely voluminous waves, there was no way this could have been an accident. But Claire would obviously be a hypocrite if she spoke up. She too, had dressed in her best (read: most revealing) suit, and spent thirty minutes in the bathroom expertly applying water-proof eyeliner. She would be a hypocrite with adorable, smudged-on-purpose eyes.

"Kay whatever." Claire waved at her to go on, and pulled the lower-level screen door shut. After a few moments, she easily caught up to Massie, and they casually scanned each other, prepared for a rating. It was a silly middle-school tradition, but it was a quick easy way to get an honest opinion.

"9.5" Massie said slowly, analyzing Claire quickly. "Love the blue bikini, it brings out your eyes. Next time, go easier on the kohl."

"9.9 for you." Claire said, slightly miffed. Even with her stripper-esque suit, Massie still managed to outweigh her in overall hotness. Hopefully Cam would get that she was oh-so-taken, and focus on Claire instead.

"Are you sure this scarf doesn't look stupid?" Massie played with the black-and-gold hermes scarf knotted casually around her long neck.

"Totally. It looks great with the gold rimmed sunglasses." Claire sighed. In truth, Massie always had the best style. While it was a struggle for Claire to pick out a cover up. Thank god models had stylists. Otherwise, she would have been screwed.

Five minutes later...

"Ready?" Dylan asked the group, absent-mindedly rubbing her stomach, which was exposed by a sexy cutout black one-piece. "I shouldn't have eaten all of that foooood." She added, with a groan.

"Are you on drugs?" Claire grumbled, pulling at her suit. "At least you have a chest." She added, turning towards Alicia.

"At least you're a size double-zero." Alicia contradicted. "I have to get everything tailored! My chest is like a size ten, and I'm a two."

"Guys. Chill. It's just them. Seriously." Massie halted the walk at the gate. "Just seem confident. Guys love confident. And besides, we've already put them in the friend zone. No stress." With one last hair flip, and a pull at her bathing suit bottoms, Massie lead the group of girls out onto the beach. It was another beautiful day. Granted, not as awe-inspiring as the day before, but still warm and incredibly sunny. Quickly, Massie spotted a group of five guys near the water. Naturally, a crowd of female admirers were crowded around them, listening to Derrick speak.

"It must have been at least twenty." His voice rang across the beach. "Crazy!" He shook his head.

"You must have been soooooo scared." A bottle-blond girl cooed from his left, bravely scooting towards him and taking a seat on his beach chair's handle. The girl was small framed, but curvy, with a body any normal guy would die for. An obvious flaw were the two inches of light brown hair at her part, although it almost looked deliberate.

"Not really."

"Ooh, a brave one." Another girl crept towards him and stuck her faux-tanned hand in his hair. Massie's hackles rose.

"Ye- Mass!" Derrick called, seeing Massie in his field of vision. Massie took a deep breathe. No need to freak out. He's not yours. Remember.

"Babe." Massie cooed, slinking into the circle past two Snooki-copy-and-pastes. "Sorry I'm late." She cocked her head and looked the faux-blonds on his sides straight in the eyes. "Mind?"

The hair-toucher immediately retreated, sensing Massie's overall alpha rating. The handle-percher stayed put. She sent Massie a withering look and opened her cherry red lips. "Yeah, actually." She hissed. "I'm Tawny. And I was here first."

"Oh right." Massie threw her head back and laughed. "I don't want your spot tah-aw-nee." She mocked the girl's overly-southern accent. With a quick, graceful motion, she plopped down on Derrick's lap. Her friends took note, and claimed their respective interests with a quick seat on their chairs. With a dejected look, most of the girls picked up and left. Tawny stayed.

"Want to go in the ocean with me?" She cooed, pulling at Derrick's arm with her long crimson nails. "I heard it's really warm."

Derrick glanced at Massie nervously. "I don't think so."

"Aw. Well, later then. I promise." Tawny leaned towards Derrick and planted her lips on his forehead. "Bye."