A/n: SORRY! very very SORRY! I haven't updated in a LONG time, and now it's almost december and still chapter 11 is not here. but now! Nov 30 at 10:51 it is! amen to that, sista! Anywho! Thank you to everyone who reviewed you guys are magnificent! amazing! awesome! Chapter 11...is considerably more happy then last chapter, very fluffy, i think and it leds us into a new storyline! yay!


i've got nothing to say
i'm out of feeling
you're out of the game
go have a whole lot of nothing
with her.
my head is spinning
my tears are drained

but you've been tamed
you turned your whole life
into something she can hold
just when i thought
nothing was wrong
you let me down again
just when i thought
we had it down
just when i thought
you would stay
you changed your mind
you chose wrong

Caught in a Blonde by Horrorpops


Chapter 11: You Let Me Down Again

Soft lips.

Passionate kisses.

Heaven.

Leather seats and cramped settings.

Not so heavenly.

I was sitting on top of Dick making out in his teeny little convertible that he had borrowed without asking from his dad, Dick senior. I smiled against his lips as I heard him moan and slowly I pulled away.

"What are we doing?" I whispered.

"Well, Mackie, we were making out until you so rudely interrupted us."

"Sorry." I said dryly rolling my eyes and looking down at my hands entwined in my lap.

I heard Dick sigh and slowly he leaned back in his expensive leather seat.

"Do you wanna stop?"

I shook my head slowly then turned my blue eyes towards him. "No."

"Then...what's the problem?"

"Well, the problem is, oh smart one, that your brother knows."

"I know."

"He can blackmail us."

"I know."

"Do you see a problem?"

"No."

"What? Why no? There's a problem, Dick! A big problem! The entire school can find out about us. Madison can find a reason to hate me even more then she already does. There's a problem."

"Remember what I told you when we broke up last year after Shelly's party?"

"We were never going out." I said choosing to ignore the topic of Shelly's horrific party.

"Yeah well...I wanna go out now."

"Your with Madison."

"I'll dump her."

"That'll make her really happy." I said sarcastically.

"Look, Mac, I know I'm not the ideal guy for you—"

"Big word there, Dick, ideal."

"Why are you being such a bitch."

I huffed starting to play with my hands.

"Because."

"Because why? We were having a perfectly acceptable make out session till you went all psycho on me. Wanna tell me what's really up?"

"I...don't wanna get...hurt. I know it's stupid, and when we started this whole...thing we agreed this wouldn't be happening but...I don't wanna get hurt. I don't wanna get attache to a guy that already has a girlfriend."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

There was a long pause. I stared out the window wishing I could take what I said back. This whole affair thing, had been a huge Mary-Go-Round. It was so repetitive that it was getting annoying. I realized I love Dick, he has Madison, something goes wrong, we 'break up', we make out, we get back together and then proceed to go around again. It was a cliche 80's Molly Ringwald high school flick.

Although, I doubt Molly Ringwald ever had to deal with cheating boyfriends who seem like they love you.

"Maybe you should just take me home."

"Good idea." Dick muttered as I slide off his lap and back into the passenger seat.

"Do you still wanna meet again?" I whispered looking up at the full moon.

He laughed, "of course, dude. Your kinda the only good thing in my life right now."

"Well that's saying something since I'm a secret." I muttered still staring at the moon.

We didn't say anything the rest of the ride home. I wonder if he ever felt guilty for cheating on Madison. Sometimes I did. Then I remembered how she treated me that day and all guilt was lost and spread out to more vital things. Like putting virus's on my mother's computer or the hurt I caused Cassidy.


"Madison and I broke up."

The five simple words greeted me the first Saturday in December. It was a week after we had last met and made out in the woods in the convertible. It was also a week after Dick had claimed he'd break up with Madison. Of course I didn't believe him since him and Madison have been together for, like, ever.

Madison and I broke up.

Madison and I broke up.

Madison.

And.

I.

Broke.

Up.

"What?" I asked wanting him to say it again.

"Madison and I broke up."

"Why?" I said my mouth going dry.

"Why do you think." he said.

"Because..."

"Because I want to be with you Mac, jeez." he said and I could tell he was frustrated for making me say it, even over the phone.

I smiled despite him not being there to see me.

"Are you sure you can handle being tied down to only one women, Dick?"

"I think the hott mama's out there will be able to handle it for at least awhile."

I paused thinking it over.

"You know, this means you can't kiss anyone else, right? I mean, if you wanna do this for real."

"I know what a real relationship is, Mac. I've had them before."

"Oh, of course. Cheating on Madison all the time—woaw—that was a real relationship." I said teasing.

He laughed, and I took a minute to enjoy the sound.

"So...what about Cassidy?" I said quietly playing with the loose string on my bed.

"Well...he'll be happy Madison and I broke up, I guess."

"Do you think he'll tell anyone?"

"And if he does? What's the worst that cane happen?"

Your Reputation? Your friends? Being a social outcast.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. Beside's high school is overrated."

I was the one to laugh this time. "True. True."

"Of course it's true! Am I ever wrong?"

"We'll skip over that question."

"Well at least outside of school I'm never wrong."

"Of course."

"So what are you doing tonight?"

"Hanging out with Veronica."

"Dude! I'm hanging out with Logan."

"Ok...?"

"We can hang out together."

"Well see..." I started then paused.

It was a fine idea, at least I didn't have a problem with it. Beside's maybe if Dick or I grew some courage we'd tell them. Probably not.

"I'll call Veronica." I said biting my lip.

"Awesome. I gotta go."

"Bye."

"Bye."

I didn't hear a dial tone yet so I assumed he was still on the line.

"Hey Dick?"

"Yeah."

"I'm glad you and Madison broke up."

"Me too."

And then I heard a dial tone.


"Fight Club."

"The Ring."

"Fight Club!"

"The Ring!"

"House on Haunted Hill!"

"Scary Movie 4!"

"The Ring!"

"Fight Club!"

"Scary Movie 4!"

"House on Haunted Hill!"

"Logan!"

"Veronica!"

"Mac!"

"Dick!"

"Mac!"

"Veronica!"

"Dick!"

"Logan!"

"Scary Movie 4!"

"House on—"

"Stop!" Veronica yelled holding up her movie choice, The Ring.

"Stop!" she said again as Dick got ready to open his mouth.

"It was suppose to be just me and Mac! What happened?"

"Your boyfriend got lonely?" Logan said pouting.

Veronica rolled her eyes and looked at me. "Are you ok with this?"

I nodded glancing at Dick who was holding his movie choice, Scary Movie 4, sacredly.

"Fine." Veronica said rolling her eyes.

"But I still say the Ring."

"You've seen it!" Logan cried.

"Only twice!"

"Four times."

"I fell asleep!"

"I wonder why." Dick muttered.

"What are you saying Casablancas?"

"It's a boring movie, Mars."

"It is not!"

"Is too!"

"Is—"

"Fight Club beats all of these!" I cried loudly holding my movie triumphantly in the air.

The other three snorted.

"It has Brad Pitt." Dick muttered.

"So? He's a good actor...sometimes." I said defensively.

But in truth I didn't really care about Brad. I cared more about the star of the movie the one the only—

"And hott." Veronica added totally interrupting my train of thought.

"It also has Edward Norton!" I added looking at the cover with admiration. He was my one and only...besides Dick, of course.

"Who?" Dick asked squinting in concentration.

"Edward Norton!" I said totally appalled. How could I be with a guy who doesn't know who the holiness of holies were! Edward freakin Norton!

"Whose—"

"Don't even finish that sentence Casablancas!" I yelled pointing a finger at him.

"My movie is the best!" Logan shouted making his DVD dance.

"It's a cheap version of—" I heard Veronica start.

"it's a classic." Logan said holding the DVD closer, like a child.

"Classic piece of—"

"Don't finish that sentence, Mars."

"Bite me, Echolls."

"Love to."

"Get a room." I muttered wrinkling my nose.

"So...what movie?" Dick asked watching Logan and Veronica glare at each other.

"All." I said smiling.

"We can all watch each movie. Stay up late and eat massive amounts of ice cream and stuff." I said still smiling.

I loved eating massive amounts of ice cream. Which was probably considerably bad for my health. Of course, I don't eat the real ice-cream, since I'm kinda vegan and all.

"Isn't that what we did a few weeks ago?"

"And it was fun."

"True."

"So, all movies?"

"All movies."

We all looked at each other.

"Which first?" I asked quietly holding 'Fight Club' higher in the air.

"Um..." Veronica said looking at the Ring.

She looked over at Logan who was drumming his fingers on his DVD, 'House on Haunted Hill' and looking anywhere but at her.

"Well, we can always start with a funny movie." Dick muttered.

"Well then..." I started raising her DVD higher.

"Mine!" we all screamed at the same time then turned to glare at each other.

"Mine!" we yelled again still glaring.

I was glaring on the outside, but on the inside it was amazing fun, and there weren't 3 other people I'd rather do this more with. We finally came to a decision about the first movie, The Ring.


"Veronica?" I asked a couple days later at lunch.

She looked up from doing some homework and nodded.

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Well...um. This may sound strange but...you know how you've been helping people find dirt on their parents?"

"Yeah."

"I was wondering...can you...with me?"

"Sure, Mac. Any particular reason?"

Yes, I silently answered.

"No. Just I want dirt." I said quietly looking at the table.

The truth was...sometimes I felt like I was adopted. My parents and me don't look alike. Neither does Ryan. Maybe there was something I was missing.

I looked at the petite blonde sitting across from me then down at my Algebra II homework.

Oh yeah, I'm pretty sure I was missing something considerably big.

(A/n: reviews? please? pathetic pouty face. lol)