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On the steps

Tuesday, September 3

3:01 PM

Claire's special-edition, Massie-designed, not-yet-released, royal purple and gold iPhone vibrated in her back pocket, and she pulled it out and read the screen.

One New Message.

She slid her thumb across the glossy screen to unlock it and checked the text Massie had just sent her.

Change of plans. Hanging out with Josh... Will explain later. Meet you at home. xoxo, M

Claire giggled to herself. Massie will be Massie. She typed back a quick answer, her thumbs expertly moving on the tiny screen.

LOL. Have fun Mass! See ya later. xoxo, C

She slipped her phone back into her pocket and continued walking down the steps.

She sighed, and just stopped herself from biting down on her nail. Massie had broken that habit years ago, but she couldn't help it sometimes.

Like now. She had been in the same room as Cam Fisher, the only boy she'd ever loved, for most of the day, and they hadn't even spoken. They had been so close at times during the day that she could smell the unmistakable scent of his Drakkar Noir, and she wouldn't be surprised if he had heard her thumping heart.

She took a deep breath, and focused on getting to the limo, which was parked directly in front of the steps.

One foot in front of the other. Left, right, left, right.

Claire calmed herself and kept her gaze on the limo.

Left, right, left--

"Claire!"

She whipped her head around, following the voice that had called her name.

Her head started reeling and her stomach clenched when she saw a boy running towards her.

He had messy black hair, was wearing a leather jacket, and when he got closer, she saw his eyes.

One green, one blue.

"Hey! Claire!" Cam panted when he reached her.

Claire was frozen. Claire Stacey Lyons, famous movie star, who had absolutely no problem walking down a red carpet, wearing a bikini on a magazine cover, and making out with Chace Crawford, was frozen with a mixture of fear, love, hurt, and... anger? Because of one boy.

"What?" She finally choked out.

Cam faltered just a little bit. "I, uh... well, wanted to talk to you."

"Why?" She said, her head feeling clearer. She grabbed her sunglasses and slid them on, hiding her eyes, which would betray all her emotions if she made DEC. (Direct Eye Contact)

"I miss you," Cam said softly.

Claire's mind started spinning again. Back to the 'When Hell Freezes Over' party. Back to 7th Grade. Back to Lake Placid.

Her first instinct was to throw her arms around him and smell his cologne and leather jacket and eat gummy worms and stare forever into his ah-dorable eyes, but then her mind remembered more.

Back to Skye's party. Back to Nikki the Camp Tramp. Back to ESP.

And then she couldn't take it anymore.

"Well, what makes you think I missed you?" She screamed. "You broke my heart! I moved across the country because of you!"

Cam looked devastated. "Claire, I'm sorry."

"Me too! I'm sorry you're a jerk and an idiot and a... a... a heartbreaker!" Claire was shocked by her outburst, but like the doors of Saks the day after Thanksgiving, once the doors open, millions rushed in and it was impossible to stop them.

"It's not like I didn't try! I called you, I texted you, I emailed you, and guess what? You never answered!" She ranted, ignoring the clumps of people who had gathered for the live drama performance from their resident movie star.

Cam was speechless. He managed to repeat," I'm sorry."

Claire saw the hurt and love and heartbreak in his eyes, and she remembered seeing the exact same expression in her own eyes so many times.

She felt the tears coming, and she turned and fled down the steps.

"Claire! CLAIRE!"

She heard Cam yelling after her, but she didn't stop.

"CLAIRE!"

"STOP CALLING ME!" She screamed before flinging herself into the luxe backseat of the limo.

She broke down into sobs, and she almost called Massie before deciding not to wreck her day too.

She was heartbroken all over again. And this time, it was her own fault.

Why couldn't she just have kept her cool? If Massie had been in her place, she would have had Cam in tears and running away crying and been there to step all over him in her strappy high heels, but no, Claire's area was "drama," and she had just given an Oscar-worthy performance.

She sniffled, and curled up against the cool window.

Love sucks, she thought to herself.

Don't worry, Cam and Claire will end up together... eventually ;)

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