So, it's been a while. Terribly sorry. My computer crashed, and for a while, I lost inspiration. But, I'm back, thanks to Noodle.

To all my reviewers, thank you for reviewing and not giving up. Props to you.

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Flashback

"Either you dump Derrick, or you're kicked out of the PC."

"Um… I… I pick…"

"Well," Massie snapped. "Some of us don't have all day. Choose. Now."

"Can't I think about this?" Kristen's blue eyes were wide and filled with tears. Claire was looking at her with sympathy. Out of all the girls, Claire knew what it was like to be on the spot.

"No, you can't think about this. You shouldn't have anything to think about," Massie said scornfully. She couldn't understand why Kristen wasn't choosing the Pretty Committee. As soon as she did, they would grab lactose and sugar- free smoothies and start planning revenge on Derrick.

"Then I've made my decision," Kristen boldly said. Massie's mouth formed a twisted smile, preparing to forgive Kristen.

"I choose Derrick."

Claire gasped and her hand flew to her mouth in shock. Alicia's jaw dropped. Dylan stopped opening her third South Beach Diet bar. Massie's amber eyes flashed with shock, disbelief, then anger.

"You choose him? Over us? What happened to all those years of friendship? And the Friday night sleepovers and free clothes? I guess we don't mean that much to you after all." Massie turned her nose up. Secretly, she was too shocked to come up with a better comeback.

"Any real friends would never make me choose between a guy and them. And, if that's how you feel, Massie, then I won't bother you anymore," Kristen replied. Inside she was happy that she had finally stood up to Massie. What hurt was that she had to lose Claire, Alicia, and Dylan as friends to do so.

With that, Kristen turned and walked away from the group. In a fit of rage, Massie started after her. No one walked away from Massie Block. In her haste, Massie's heel slipped on one of Dylan's wrappers that she had been throwing on the ground. Massie screamed as she fell forward into the pool.

When Massie came up, she found Alicia doubled over in hysterics, Claire running off in the direction of the pool house for a towel (she hoped) and Dylan's look of horror that she had been the cause of this. Massie finally turned to meet Kristen's eyes. Kristen just shook her head and walked out of the gate, letting it slam behind her.

Kristen took off in a run as soon as she heard the gate slam behind her. She knew exactly where she was going.

Massie carefully climbed out of the pool and accepted a towel from a breathless Claire. She was glad that no one could tell she was crying.

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Kristen was breathing hard by the time she finally reached the OCD soccer fields. Practice had just ended, but some of the boys were still messing around in front of the goal.

"No way you make that shot, Kaplinski!" Derrick yelled. Kristen couldn't help but laugh at his childish behavior. Derrick heard her and turned around.

"Kris!" he yelled happily. He ran at her and tackled her to the ground. She burst into laughter at his antics and he pouted. This just made Kristen laugh harder.

"Kristen," he whined. "Stop laughing!" He was pouting even more now.

"Why should I?" Kristen asked between laughs.

"Cause I wanna kiss you," Derrick said simply. Kristen's eyes grew bigger and she stopped laughing.

"Well, then do it, Mr. Hot Shot."

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So, it's not near as long as I want, but this will have to do. Still not the last chapter. I'm hoping for 1 or 2 more so I can be done with this story and move on. I've realized that while writing this, my style of writing has changed and so has my interests. But, I'm rambling. Let me know what you thought.