Disclaimer: I didn't own the Clique the last nine chapters, and I most certainly don't own it now.
SexySportsBabe: massie?
SexySportsBabe: im rly sry
SexySportsBabe: u cant ignore me 4ever
Kristen sighed and pushed away from her computer. After the boys had gone home, Kristen had called Massie five times, sent her two emails, and was now IMing her in hopes of a response. So far, Massie hadn't picked up the phone, replied to the emails, or IMed her back.
Not that Kristen had ever really thought Massie would forgive her that quickly. She knew her too well. Massie always had to come out on top, and Kristen wasn't about to be forgiven until after Massie had gotten her revenge. She shuddered as she remembered what happened to Alicia when she tried to make her own clique. Massie really didn't take well to betrayal.
Her computer dinged, and Kristen immediately perked up, thinking it was Massie. No such luck. It was Derrington.
Shortz4Life: how goes it w/ massie?
SexySportsBabe: it goes
Shortz4Life: she still ignoring u huh?
SexySportsBabe: ya :(
Shortz4Life: maybe its time 2 throw in the towel
SexySportsBabe: no way. massies 1 of my bffs
Shortz4Life: even tho she tries 2 control everything u do?
Kristen frowned. Derrick was right about that. Massie could be a little bossy sometimes. There was a difference between being a friend and being a dictator. Forcing them to boy-fast was a step over the line. Of course, Kristen wasn't perfectly innocent, either. She never should have agreed to go out with Derrick without Massie's permission. For all Kristen knew, Massie could still have feelings for him.
SexySportsBabe: i gtg. ttyl
Kristen signed off the computer and picked her LG Venus up off the desk. She would try calling Massie one last time. After four rings, Massie answered.
"Kristen, are you a desperate LBR?"
"No," Kristen replied, knowing as she did that if Massie really wanted to, she could downgrade her to LBR status in five seconds flat.
"Then why do you keep trying to talk to me?"
"Because I need you to hear me out! I'm really sorry about going out with Derrington right after you broke up with him," Kristen began.
Massie cut her off. "Sorry doesn't change the fact that you completely went behind my back. If you had just FOLLOWED THE BOY-FAST, we wouldn't be fighting right now."
"I didn't call you to apologize for breaking the boy-fast. I called you to apologize for going out with your ex," Kristen replied calmly.
"What?" Massie was incredulous. "And what makes you think you didn't have to apologize for both?"
"Boy-fasting was a stupid idea. I never should have agreed to it in the first place."
"But you did ah-gree to it," Massie replied pointedly.
"Yes, but you're my friend, not my mother. You can't dictate who I see and what I do."
There was silence on the other end. Kristen prayed Massie hadn't hung up on her. Finally, Massie spoke.
"I do that?"
"Yes, Massie," Kristen replied. "All the time."
More silence. It was clear Massie was deep in thought.
"I'll forgive you for going out with Derrick," Massie replied slowly. "If you'll forgive me for trying to control your life."
"Okay," Kristen heaved a sigh of relief.
"But Kristen?"
"Yeah?"
"You have to break up with Derrington."
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The next day before camp started, Kristen pulled Derrick aside. She explained to him about her conversation with Massie the night before, and why she had to break up with him.
"I really am sorry Derrick," Kristen finished.
"Me too," he mumbled, shuffling his feet.
There was a pause as they both looked anywhere but at each other.
"So this is it, then?" Derrington finally said. "You're gonna break up with me because Massie told you to?"
"She's-"
"Your best friend. I get it," Derrick finished bitterly.
"Right. And I just can't do this to her. Not anymore, anyway," Kristen explained.
"I still don't get what the big deal was. Yeah, I used to go out with Massie. But we're over now."
Kristen sighed. How could she explain this in a way Derrick would understand?
"You know how you and the guys always say Bros before Hoes?" she said finally.
"Yeah?"
"Well, think of it this way: for girls, it's Chicks before Dicks."
Derrick laughed. "I guess you're right about that."
"So can we still be friends?" Kristen asked hopefully.
"Of course, beysh," Derrington replied, flashing her a winning smile.
Kristen grinned, and the pair of them walked back over to where the others were standing.
"You two good?" Cam asked, looking from one to another.
"Yeah," Derrick replied, glancing at Kristen. "We're good."
"Okay, everyone!" Coach Phillips called out in his British accent. "It's Friday, the last day of camp. I hope you all learned something these past two weeks. Now without further ado, let's start the tournament! The first match will be the Titians VS the Fantastic Five! First team to score wins!"
"That's us!" Josh said, and the five of them walked out onto the field in their matching red t-shirts. Derrington gave them all a thumbs-up before jogging off to the goal to play keeper. Coach Phillips headed off to the opposite goal. Ian and Lauren, the assistant coaches, were going to be the referees.
The Titians consisted of five scrawny boys. Two minutes into the game, Josh dribbled down the field and scored. Next up was a team that had dubbed themselves the Galaxy. This time it was Kemp who scored. Every match they played, the Fantastic Five dominated. They made it all the way up to the finals match. It was them against five tall boys with muscular builds. Five minutes into the game it was clear that this wasn't going to be another easy win. These guys had skills.
Cam passed the ball to Plovert, who had it stolen from a member of the opposing team. The boy shot, and the goal was blocked by Derrick, who punted the ball up to Kemp. Kemp dropped the ball to Josh, who crossed it to Kristen. Just as Kristen was about to take her shot, she got slammed into by one of the boys on the other team.
As Kristen daintily picked herself up off the grass, Coach Lauren blew her whistle. "Foul!" she called out. "The Fantastic Five get a penalty kick."
"Take it Kristen," Josh urged her.
"Yeah, Kris, it's all you," Plovert joined in.
"But you guys are so much better than me!" she protested.
"Come on. What about that goal you made the first day of camp?" Cam asked.
"Take the freaking kick, beysh," Kemp put in.
"Here goes nothing," Kristen muttered under her breath. According to standard penalty kick rules, it was just Kristen and the goalie. She felt slightly intimidated shooting against Coach Phillips, but she willed herself to get over it. As Coach Lauren blew her whistle, Kristen swung at the ball with her foot. It sailed through the air into the upper left corner of the goal. Coach Phillips dived for it and missed it, and Cam, Josh, Kemp, and Plovert erupted in cheers.
"UPPER NINETY STRIKE!" they shouted in unison.
As the boys lifted her on their shoulders and carried her off the field, Kristen grinned. Life didn't get any better than this.
Well, I hope you all enjoyed the final chapter of Upper Ninety Strike! Yes, you read that right- it's over.
Once you've all R&R'd, head on over to my latest story, The New Girl. It's kind of like a Massie/Claire role reversal, where instead of Claire moving to Westchester, Massie moves to Orlando. I plan for this one to be much longer than ten chapters, too, so no worries. :)