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AN: Did you people vote honestly? Or did you people just click one and submit? Neeever mind, not important! What IS? This is the first chapter with official and only Derrick Harrington POV!!!! These things are A LOT harder than it seems…

And still: No luck with the beta-stuff. Eeeergh.

Westchester Mall
Food Court
DH's POV
4:15 P.M

"Don't tell me that you don't spend all your time with those stupid things!" Alicia's already narrowed eyes turned to angry little paper-cut slits.

I don't know how we ended up like this today…okay, maybe I do, but I just don't get it. But I had every right to yell back at her, "Because they're my friends!"

"Yeah, but what kind of friends, is what I want to know!" Alicia screeched. "Don't tell me you and Massie weren't flirting!"

She thought what? That I was what? With who?

WHAT????

"Well I'm telling you exactly that: We weren't flirting! Cam and Massie are my best friends! They've always been there for me, where other people haven't." Even I could hear the thick implication in my mad voice.

"Don't tell me that I haven't been there for you!" Alicia screamed at me, but I could see in the tiniest bit of realization and guilt, that I was right, she usually wasn't there for me. "I am always there for you!" That line had more holes than Swiss cheese when she said it.

"You sure don't want me to tell you anything." This world was obviously jacked up. Alicia says I never spend time with her. Massie and Cam say I spend all my time with her.

"Is this all about one fucking lunch?" I stared angrily into her chocolate eyes, which stared furiously right back.

"No!" She blurted back just a little too quickly. "It's about how you're fucking up our perfect relationship!"

"If it's so perfect, why are we arguing?" I yelled. "Or, why do you think it's perfect at all?"

I swear I saw her lips mouth, because I am. But what came out was: "Because we are!"

For once, our voices weren't mega-phone loud. "Nobody is, Alicia."

Her eyes flashed. What? It's true, nobody's perfect, unless she was JC, which right now, I couldn't doubt more.

"I am an alpha! I'm supposed to be, and I am! She shrieked, enunciating each word.

Whoa. Was this girl's ego for real? "And you should believe that, of all people!!" She ungracefully bellowed.

I raised my eyebrow, signifying, and why the hell is that?

"Because, you are MY BOYRFIEND! You are my ALPHA boyfriend!! And alphas are made for alphas, dumbass!"

My mouth went dry. "If that's why you like me…"

If that was true…

Everything she'd ever told me…

What we'd always said…

If that was really the only thing she…

Alicia tried to save her sinking mistake. "Can we just go to Prada?" She used that angelic tone, but it didn't give me the same feeling.

"Forget it, Alicia." My voice said in a quiet way that creeped me out. "I have a better place in mind to go to."

You could see her thinking, shopping for the new Sevens?

"Alone." I slowly walked out of the mall, feeling worse about my girlfriend than I ever had.

"All you did was complain about carrying clothes anyways!" She spun around so that I wouldn't see the tears, but of course, I did.

My heart pounded in my chest. This was not the sweet, fun girl I knew and saw. Or rather, I could deny it no longer—I was seeing the real her for the first time.

Who cared if I hit a blasted pedestrian? Who cared if I ended up lost by pedaling endlessly? All I knew was that I trusted my feet—and instincts—enough to carry me to comfort.

The Block Estate
Massie's Bedroom
MB's POV
4:15 P.M

Okayokayokay. Mom and Dad weren't due back till 1 in the morning for that new opera. Bean was okay now, but the couch wasn't. It had "Bean throw-up" on it, and as I looked down, I had some on me too. I tried to get my old self back, the one that didn't care about mud in her face, and the one that would care a lot less about this throw-up.

Ehmagawd, Mom freaks out SO MUCH about keeping things un-messy-ish, and this was THE worst kind of messy!

If I called Inez to help…she would tell my parents, and Bean could be whisked to my 4-year old brat of a cousin faster than I could say "LBR".

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After reviewing all my little and measly options, the only one left that would keep me out of YouAreGroundedLand would be to *gulp* clean it myself. I grabbed sprays, wipes, water, towels, and whatever it looked like I might need. And, oh yeah, a wooden laundry clipper. Some fucking Massie Day.

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"Ehmagawd. Ehmagawd." I muttered perpetually under my breath. "Ew. Gross. Ehmagawd, ehmagawd." I squeaked. I was dirty, starting to smell, and grossed out. And if that wasn't enough, my hair was mussed, my shorts completely ruined (Like this day), and my nose was starting to get a little red from those damned laundry clippers. What the hell, I decided, and ripped them off my tingling nostrils.

Ooh, regret.

The sickening stench practically burned. I coughed and wheezed. The laundry clippers taunted me. I tried not to swear as I put the stupid things back on. "Ugh, ugh, ugh." I peeped, the sound coming out nasal. Like Ew-licia's. That thought was almost worse than the smell. What I wanted to do was sit in a corner and scream. Or kick a stupid wall, which I did. I doubled over in pain as my toe throbbed. No one to blame but myself for this one.

Ding Dong

I ignored it

Ding Dong

"Go. Away." I said, even though they couldn't hear me.

Ding Dong. Ding Dong. Ding Dong. Ding Dong. Ding Dong.

I screamed. "I'm COMING!"

I silently cursed myself for the wall kicking as I stumbled down the spiral staircase.