Fisher Estate

Sunday, September 7th

3:45 pm

"Sup guys," Cam said while letting in his non-soccer, Briarwood D-list friends, Eli and Tristan in. They were his only best friends way before Derrick, Kemp, and Plovert ever were. Unlike them, he could tell Eli and Tristan anything without them judging. Unlike every other 7th grader at Briarwood, Eli and Tristan weren't 'Derrick Harrington wannabes'. They were the only goth and scholarship guys in their grade, and suprisingly he use to be one of them. Now everytime he looked at them, it reminded him of his past.

"Hey Cam," Tristan walked into his two-story home.

"Hey dude, so how are things in the fabulous life of one of Briarwood's A-listers?" Eli said as if he were interviewing a big time celebrity.

"Yeah! It's going great!" Cam said sarcastically, "Derrick and his little 'posse' are treating me like shit and oh and what else happened?" he tapped his finger on his chin a few times, "Oh yeah! I got kicked of the soccer team which by the way, I worked my ass off for. So yeah, my life is fucking awesome!" he gave them a huge smile and two thumbs up.

"Derrick got you kicked off the team??" Tristan yelled and sat down at the breakfast table.

"Yep," Cam grabbed a fudge brownie from the glass serving tray that was lying on the tan counter tops.

"Why the hell would he even do that?" Eli sat beside Tristan.

"Um," Cam started eating the brownie, "I dunno."

"So he just kicked you off for now reason?" Eli asked.

"Umm... no," Cam said with his mouth still full.

"Then way did he?" Tristan started playing Donkey Kong 3 on his Nintendo DS.

"It was for no reason, okay? But hey, it's way better than--" Cam paused and looked at his friends.

"Better than what? Having real friends? Not being treated like crap? Being able to think for yourself? Not having to--"

"I was gonna say, better than hanging out with you guys," Cam snapped. Eli and Tristan could not believe that just came out of Cam's mouth.

Neither could Cam.

"Whatever dude. Enjoy your new exclusively shity life," Eli walked towards the door.

"Tris, c'mon!" Eli called behind him.

He didn't hesitate to follow. He slammed the door behind him.

"Ugh! What the hell is wrong with me!" Cam slammed his fist on the counter and caused the plate of brownies to crash onto the stone kitchen floor.

Westchester Mall

Wendsday, September 10th

4:30 pm

"So why did Cam not come to the mall with us?" Kemp asked.

"He's really been getting on my nerves lately so I didn't invite him," Derrick explained casually. There was a long silence.

"Well, at least he dropped his broke, emo friends. What were there names again?" Plovert thought for a second.

"Oli and Christian? "Kemp tried, "Who cares?"

"Hey guys!!" they heard a high-pitched voice yell. It was Alicia. She was with Dylan, Kristen, and some short blond girl they'd never met before.

"Hey," Derrick stared at all the shopping bags they were carrying, "Mass, still sick?"

"No, she was being a total bitch to us," Kristen explained.

"And hanging out with Layne Abeley behind our back," Dylan said.

"Oh," Derrick said feeling sorry for Massie and wondered if she was turning into a loser.

"Why do you care so much," Alicia gave him a suspicious look.

"Cus he's in luhhhhhhh-ve with her," Plovert teased.

"We'll you shouldn't be! She's gonna date Layne's brother Chris," Dylan said.

"Um," Derrick looked at the random blond girl who looked super-nervous. But he always had that effect on girls that just met him, "Who's your friend?"

"This is Kuh-laire! Say hello Claire," Alicia pushed her forward.

"Hello Claire," Claire said in awe and staring at the guys.

"Heyyyyy," they said mockingly.

"So, were's Fisher?" Dylan asked.

"Uh..." Derrick looked at his friends for back up.

"He's sick too!!" Kemp said spaztically. Derrick and Plovert gave him a 'what the hell?' stare. He just shrugged.

"Whatevs, well we have to go you guys," Dylan said.

"Wait, stay," Plovert grabbed Dylan's arm. Dylan began to blush.

"No, sorry we can't stay," Kristen said sympathetically.

"Whyyyyyyy???" Dylan and Plovert whinned in unison.

"Because we have to give Claire her makeover at your house Dyl," Kristen said.

"A makeover?" Claire smiled.

"Why would she need a makeover? She's already hot enough," Kemp pointed out.

"You think I'm hot?" Claire's smile grew.

"Don't buy it for a second Kuh-laire. He's so perverted he'll think anything in a skirt is hawt," Alicia giggled and grabbed Claire's thin arm and walked away while Dylan and Kristen followed.

"Stupid excuse," Derrick said.

"I know right? Way would that Kuh-laire girl need a--"

"No, I mean that excuse about Cam," Derrick interupted.

"Well I wouldn't have to make up crap if you weren't such an ass to Cam," Kemp snapped. Plovert gasped.

"What?" Derrick said.

"Kidding," Kemp laughed nervously way longer than necessary.

"Alright, I'll let that one slide," Derrick sipped his Mocha Latte and walked away while his friends followed.

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