Derrick Harrington is furious. The bat is curved in his fingers, weighing him down as each step he takes brings him a little closer to Cam.

As he approaches the Fisher house hold, he notices it's not as nice as the other homes in Westchester. It's quaint, with a small driveway and two neat cars lined up besides each other. Yet, it lacks curb appeal and it's smack in the middle between two giant homes, with a much nicer front yard than the weed-littered yard of the Fisher's. Derrick never understood the appeal to it. It had three floors, each not much bigger than the other, with three bedrooms and a less-than-impressive master suite, with a view to the outside.

Derrick doesn't bother using a door, noticing with disgust that it has been left open. He tightens his grip on the bat, following the soft sobs of a girl coming from Cam's room.

Before he opens the door, he pauses. He can barely make out her words, but she seems to be mourning, pouring her heart out.

"Oh God Cam," Massie says in between sobs. "How could I have been so stupid?" she asks him with a note of sorrow behind the gasps for air. Derrick opens the door, a cold look towards Massie, curled in Cam's arms.

The two separate immediately, noticing too late as the bat comes crashing down for Cam's head.

Cam had always been quick, a fast offender for the soccer team, so dodging the metal bat was easier for him. However, he couldn't help but noticing that Derrick's hit was too hard for just a little rough-housing, the way the bat beat against his bed meant that Derrick was serious.

"Derrick what the fuck?" Cam screams, backing away from the enraged blond in front of him. Yet, if Derrick heard him, that didn't stop him. He continues to swing the bat, each time narrowly missing Cam.

"You stole her!" Derrick bellows, continuing to swing the bat. "You took her from me! You knew how much I loved her!" he screams. The bat comes down heavy, finally making contact with Cam's shin. Cam kneels to the ground in pain, howling for Derrick to stop.

Massie jumps to her feet, grabbing at Derrick's shoulder. "Derrick are you insane?" she screams, the tears pouring as she pulled on his shoulder. "You're going to kill him if you continue," she says, a little more quietly.

Derrick turns to face her, lowering the bat momentarily. His eyes are slates of blue, with no emotion or sympathy.

Maybe it's what he wants.

Derrick only looks at Massie, dropping the bat on the ground, a few feet away from Cam who is nursing his injured shin. He grabs her arms sternly and throws her across the bed.

"I always gave you what you wanted. I told you I loved you!" he rages, his tan face blotchy and red. Massie cowers on the bed, crawling across the covers in a pathetic attempt to escape him. She had always known Derrick was a ticking time bomb, no one was that nice forever, but he had never been this way around her.

Derrick grabbed her ankle, dragging her off the bed, letting her head roll with a thud onto the carpeted floor.

"Derrick!" she shrieks in protest, attempting to kick him off. Finally, Derrick releases her ankle, letting her thin legs plop to he floor. He drops to his knees. "Why don't you love me?" he asks, simply. There are no pretty words to cover the raw question, and it is left there to hang above Massie's head.

"Derrick," she starts, approaching him with tender hands, despite her throbbing head. "I do love you," she says, wrapping her skinny arms around his thick body, pressing her warm cheek to his.

Even as Cam lies there in pain, her words sting him. He knows now that he's going to let her go. Cam realizes that loving Massie is no good for you. She's impossible to love. Her love is fleeting, here one minute, gone the next, just like him. The two of them together would never have worked out. She needs someone sturdy, care-free, but diligent and caring; someone like Derrick; someone like Claire

"You have a funny way of showing it," Derrick mutters, his eyes red with tears that threaten to spill.

"Derrick please, I made a mistake," as Massie says this, she turns to Cam with guilty eyes. They almost look warm buried beneath the tears. It is here that Massie realizes that she and Cam could never be together. They were too similar, too alike in their love, that their realtionship would shatter to pieces. Cam was always going to go after the pretty girl, with a cute smile and a warm heart. He would leave Massie alone to deal with her broken heart alone, just like he had done with Claire. Massie needs Derrick. He 's someone to ground her, make her stay with him, even through the tears. Cam would run from her at the first sign of distress. "I'm sorry," she whispers into his messy blond hair. "I'm so sorry,"

Derrick, envelopes her body, taking her into him with hesitation. It is at this moment that Cam limps out the door, leaving the broken lovers to hopefully reconcile in his room.

Cam is careful to grab his cell phone with him, dragging his limp shin down the steps and out the front. Seeing Massie in Derrick's arm made him realize that there was someone he needed to see.

He dials the familiar number with thick fingers as he shuts the door behind him. Of course, he'd have a lot of explaining to do to his parents, but that can wait.

"Hello?" the voice answers shaking with remaining tears.

"Claire, we need to talk,"

And with that, Cam closes the door on Massie and shuts his eyes, explaining to Claire what he should've three weeks ago.

THE END

Well, I don't know if it was what you were expecting, but I decided that anything after this would just kill the story. The ending is left for you to interpret, but hopefully you enjoyed it. Check out my other stories please!