What Doesn't Kill You
A Clique Fan Fiction
Chapter 11
She's got 2 boyfriends and 3 wanna-bes, they follow her around like she's aphrodite
She's number one rated but she's already jaded and she's following the trends in her Mercedes Benz
Everyone wants to know her name-walking down the hall she's every guy's dream
I hate the homecoming queen-I'm pretty damn sure she can't stand me
She thinks she's on the cover of a magazine
I hate the homecoming queen
Dylan Marvil had hated Massie Block with a dying passion since ninth grade at the homecoming dance where she'd won the crown without even being a student at the school. It had humilated Dylan, taking the crown after it had already been named as Massie's. It had killed her to force a smile and make her way towards the stage, accepting the crown and dancing with the king. Of course, technically neither had been king or queen-that title was saved for seniors. They'd been named prince and princess. The only good thing that had come from that dance was the hook-up she'd had with the king afterwards, due to his fight with the queen. Sure, she'd been used, but once news had spread, she'd been the best. She'd been Dylan Marvil-the most popular girl in the school. Sure, it had been lame to start the rumor about herself and spread it around via text message from an untraceable number, but desparate times call for desparate measures. And that's exactly what Dylan had done when she was at her lowest. With that rumor, she'd almost risked her relationship with Derrick, but she worked hard to fix that-meaning she found her ways to keep him there, with threats to ruin him. With that rumor, she'd gone right ahead and dumped Alicia and Kristen to the side and never thought twice about it. It had only taken one extra rumor, about Alicia, to push them all neatly to the side, no baggage-keeping Claire, the naive girl who was so easy to control and Olivia, who would do anything she said. Derrick, with his brute strength, had 'convinced' Josh to remain at his side and Olivia's...attractiveness, had gotten Dempsey and Dune.
It wasn't like Dylan didn't feel anymore remorse though. Of course she did! She missed Alicia at times just like she missed Kristen, but they were so worried about making sure Massie stayed on everyone's mind. Massie's legacy couldn't be damaged. Massie's idea of alphatude couldn't be changed. Massie this and Massie that. So, she had to get rid of them. If Derrick didn't do such a good job of covering up his Massie obsession, she'd feel the same about him. But, she needed him so when he slipped up, she chose to ignore it. After all, one of Massie's number one neauty rules had been curls before girls-meaning, beauty before friends and popularity before all. Which meant Massie would be doing anything to get to the top again...anything. Dylan's eyes snapped open and she popped forward, grabbing Derrick around the neck and pulling him close to her, kissing him deeply, twisting them until she was lying on top of him. She reached towards his shirt and tugged it off before sliding down and pulling at his jeans.
"No," He whispered through the kiss but Dylan shook her head. She must have heard him wrong. He'd never say no to sex. He wouldn't-especially with her. She was too good at it.
"What?"She whispered softly, putting her mouth close to his ear.
"No," He said again. Then he caught himself. "I wanna do you first," He grinned, flipping her over on the bed and slipping her out of her short skirt and pulling at her tight shirt. She grinned. Kristen was right. Her body was a temple, and Derrick was coming to worship her. She felt his phone vibrate in his jeans pockets and frowned as he reached for it, pushing her aside as he read it.
"I have to go," He said.
"Why?" She snapped.
"I...family thing," He said, setting the phone down and grabbing his shirt from the phone. Dylan reached towards the phone and grabbed it, impulsively.
Massie: Ditch D and maybe you'll have a shot with me
"Liar!" She threw the phone at him. "You're leaving for her?"
"I'm leaving for Massie...and because honestly Dylan? I'm in love with her. And you? You were just good sex. But, I want to be with Massie because she's Massie," He shrugged, catching his phone and storming out of her room, leaving her there, alone, sitting in her bed, wearing only her bra and underwear, wondering where she'd gone wrong.
No, she hadn't gone wrong at all. It was all because Massie was back. Everything happened because Massie had returned and turned OCD upside down. But, she wasn't going down without a fight. She couldn't. She was Dylan Marvil and she refused to ever be humilated like she had been at homecoming ever again. She would never be second best to Massie when Massie shouldn't even be in the competition in the first place. Massie was going to learn a very valuable lesson about stealing things. Then again, Massie had taken Derrick when he hadn't been hers to claim either. No, no-she was different. She was better. She was Dylan freaking Marvil and she ruled OCD with an iron fist, no matter what Massie had planned. Dylan would win. After all, she'd learned how to be an alpha from the very best. She'd learned everything from Massie Block.