So not only did my oh so wonderful day start out like Massie's, but I had lettuce thrown at me. Why? Because my friend is an utter lunatic. I appreciate the reviews and I do read them and try to kind of make everyone happy with my chapters. So I hope you enjoy! :)
Summary: "Christmas is supposed to be a chance for your one wish right? Sometimes it's just like those kids at the hospital - you don't get your wish no matter how hard you want to." A Massington Holiday Story. Rated T just in case.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Clique or anything in the series, that all belongs to Lisi Harrison. Any brand or designer names used, belong to their respective owners - meaning not me.
Posted: December 10, 2010
Westchester, NY
Block Estate
December 10, 2010
7:32 a.m.
I bolted up in from the dead, dreamless, sleep I had been trapped in. "Ohmigod, what time is it?"
Looking at the clock I started to scream in surprise - quickly shutting up of course realizing I was just wasting time. I ran to my bathroom and examined my hair. Looks clean enough, I'll just pull it back.
Doing just that, I ran to my closet and quickly picked out something to wear; Erdem Anika Embroidered Dress, Christian Louboutin Flannel Rosella ballet flats, and my The Row Minxton Cardigan. Brushed my teeth and I was out the door rushing for the Range Rover.
A quick glance at the small digital clock told me I was just a few minutes and I breathed a sigh of relief. Getting a tardy was not what I needed, that's why when the Range Rover pulled up to Westchester High School I was out the door before Issac came to a complete stop.
"Massie!" A voice called from my side. I mentally started screaming - maybe a few escaped, who knows - and dashed for the doors as quickly as my now uncomfortable flats could take me. He still caught me - of course - and spun me around to face puppy dog brown eyes and soft looking dirty blond hair. "We need to talk."
So of course all the anxiety from possibly being late and the stress do to said puppy dog brown eyes, I blew up. "What are you talking about? We have nothing to talk about! Nothing! Nope, nope. None! Now if you'll excuse me I'm late! And if I'm late then I'll freak out and punch someone - hopefully you - in the face! Then, I'll get a detention and my life will be down the drain! Say Goodbye to college! Nope, no college for me, all because you kept me from getting to class! How does that make you feel? That you ruined my life!"
Somewhere through this rant I had managed to get to the tips of my toes, almost able to meet his brown eyes on the same level. Derrick had a small panicked look on his face, but determination soon overtook that. "I have no idea what your talking about - at all. We still need to talk either way, whether your a hobo or not."
I threw my hands up in the air and did this little circle thing. "Great, so even you think I'm going to be a hobo! That's wonderful! Next time I see a hobo on the side of road, I'll be sure to stop to better get to know my own kind!"
"Massie!" Derrick stopped me before this could go any further. He rubbed my shoulders slightly with the pad of his thumbs. "Your not going to be a hobo. It's all okay, just get to class, and we'll talk later."
I nodded, taking a deep breath, and heading towards the entrance. "Thank you, sorry I flipped out."
Rushing through the doors, I didn't hear his reply, I just kept walking all the way to Spanish. When I walked into the classroom and after sitting in my desk, I took a long deep breath still trying to stop my pounding heart.
-O-
"This is weird, this is very weird." Olivia exclaimed as we watched Derrick, Cam, and Josh walk over to us. I looked around and realized we weren't the only ones that had noticed this either. Claire glared daggers at me that could put me under if looks could kill, Alicia sat next to her with the same expression directed at Olivia. Other selective members at different tables glared at us to, even though I'm pretty sure I didn't know half of them.
As Derrick, Cam, and Josh sat, Olivia blew up. She slammed her hands on the table and stared down the visitors. "I feel like I'm a lion or dog or something! That this is my territory that I so obviously peed on, and your just ignoring it! Don't ignore the pee! It's there for boundaries!"
The milk that was halfway in discent down Cams throat, dribbled down his chin as he just stared at Olivia. Josh let out a chuckle. Derrick blinked, shook his head, and continued to eat.
"Olivia, calm down." Griffin instructed, sitting down next to her. He passed a glance to the intruders. "I didn't realize we had company, otherwise I may have put the dog outside - tied to it's tree."
"Ha. Ha." Olivia said loudly, sitting down, and throwing a celery stick at Griffin. "Your so frickin hilarious."
"Language, language." Griffin scolded, biting into his cheeseburger. Olivia let out an outraged screech and furiously chomped on the remaining celery sticks.
At Derrick's confused look I explained. "Sometimes Olivia says frickin so quickly it sounds like fuckin, Griffin knows this and is just messing with her."
"I can't stand you Griffin Hastings!" Olivia shouted abruptly. She stomped off, stopped to throw her lunch away, and left the cafeteria in a loud stepped mess.
"Are you sure she isn't on her flav-"
"GRIFFIN! SHUT UP!" My face burned a brighter shade of red than Strawberry's obviously dyed hair. I hid my face behind my hands and shook my head. "Shut up."
"What she's acting like she's on her flav-" I shot up and probably as intimidating as a furious kitten, I grabbed the collar of his shirt.
"Shut up, we have company dearest."
"Well honey bunches, I was just concerned for our friend." Griffin gave me a long bat of the eyelashes, I gave him a look.
"Ms. Block, there isn't any violence going on here is there?" Mr. Reese asked laying a disgusting paw on my shoulder. I shook it off quickly and unraveled my death grip on Griffin's shirt.
"Of course not sir." Giving him a sugary sweet smile, I knew I'd get out of this.
He gave me a "stern" look and nodded his slowly - I guess he thought it dramatic? "Let's make sure of that."
Griffin was red in the face as Mr. Reese walked away and I hit him in the arm. "Hey, no violence here Ms. Block."
"Griffin I should duck tape your mouth shut, so you can't open you big mouth ever again." Biting into my cucumber slice, I glared at him murderously.
I felt a hand on my shoulder, I stared at the hand, then the shoulder, and finally the owner of said arm and shoulder. Derrick stared into my eyes with a mocking stern look. "No violence."
"Ohmigod." I stood up to throw my lunch away and threw a glance at Derrick. "I do not need this from you especially."
I could hear him laughing, but I didn't turn around, just kept walking to the disgusting gray trash can. From there I followed Olivia's path and walked out of the Cafeteria.
Hearing footsteps ring through the abandoned hallway, I sped up, already knowing who they belonged to. He got a grip on my elbow and pulled me gently back to face him. "Massie, like I said this morning we need to talk."
"I don't want to." I whine, wincing at my tone of voice, but not really caring just to tired to deal with it all.
Derrick let out a dry laugh. "You think I want to? It's weird trying to be the one who initiates this talking thing, but you know what? I know and I'm pretty sure you do too, that you won't be the one to start talking about all this."
"What's there to talk about?" My control snapped. I straightened my back and looked him straight in the eyes. "You kiss Dylan, you then kissed me. You gave me a few rides, but that's it. Nothing more between us."
"That's it?" Derrick's eyes blazed, making them turn a more cinnamon color. I watched fascinated as the colors swirled around in his eyes. "What the hell happened to you Block? Because I remember the Block - my Block - that wouldn't run away from all this. You know what maybe that is it, you obviously have some shit to deal with."
I blanched at his reaction, wanting to say something - to deny it maybe - but when I opened my mouth nothing came out. Not even an awkward squeak thing, so I just stood there staring at him. Watching as he walked away, hands in pockets, head ducked, and anger steaming from every pore. Eyes stuck to his back, I raised a hand and brushed away a drifting tear.
He didn't know, he didn't need to.
-O-
He didn't know, he didn't need to know what it was like. It's all for the better. For his sake and mine. I repeated these words to myself as I stared at the screen. The constant staring burned my eyes, but I didn't dare look away. This is me, this is what I was. I wasn't any leader anymore, I wasn't pretty at all - no I didn't deserve to be, even if I was - I wasn't talented or even funny no, nope. Not at all, I didn't deserve my families money, no, I didn't deserve a family at all. They'd leave me, my mommy and my daddy would leave me, just like the screen said.
My eyes passed over the screen again, how many times had I done so? I had lost track. Only a few words and phrases stuck out at me and they repeated in my head.
Loser
Whore
You deserve to die
Your family will leave you
You'll be all alone in this world.
No one cares about you.
Die.
Again, another tear fell down my cheek followed by a few more. I didn't dare wipe them away because I deserved it.
Yeah, your probably thinking what the hell is this? Did she loose her marbles? I realize it is a total 180 from what I've been writing, but there's a reason for all of this. Your starting to see how Massie got to Olivia and Griffin. It'll be a journey, but hey we have all December right?
Thoughts? Tell me if I made any mistakes so I can correct them ASAP. Happy December 10th!
IMPORTANT: I need to know, is the writing bold. Someone told me it was bold, I went on to try and correct it and it looked fine. Does it look bold to you guys? Might just be my computer.
-Layta Relient-Only