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Chapter 21
By the time the talk with the detectives was over, it was just past 3 o'clock. The rest of the interrogation has consisted mostly of them discussing in length the meaning behind the notes. Several times, the PC had silenced their phones because the guys were trying to call them. As the girls left the police station, Massie called Derrington back. He didn't answer. She left a voicemail.
"Derrick, I just left the police station. Sorry I missed your calls. I'm spending the day with my parents, but for the most part, I'll be at home. Drop by if you can, kay? Love you." When she hung up, she turned to look at her friends.
Claire and Alicia were speaking softly on the phone, presumably with Cam and Josh and Dylan was texting. After typing in a message and sending it, the red head looked up to see Massie watching her.
"You okay?" She asked with concern.
"I could ask you the same thing." Massie answered. "What the hell was going on in there?"
"What do you mean?"
Massie gauged her reaction first before saying, "I mean that all of you were acting kind of weird. What's up? Is there something I should know?"
Dylan sighed. "Oh. We were all just anxious to get out of there. Did you see that they were filming us while they were asking us questions this time? What was that about?"
Massie hesitated to answer again. Was Dylan changing the subject or was she actually curious about the cameras? She honestly didn't know this time.
The downside of having friends who were just like her meant that they were very good liars. But then again, having SAM on the loose made her untrustworthy of everyone. Should she really be aiming her suspicion at her best friends right now? She shrugged off her suspicion and answered.
"I noticed them too." Massie said. "Maybe Moakley's filming us because he wants to go back and watch the tapes. He's still a little wary of our honesty, you know. He might want to check them out to look at our reactions to certain questions and stuff. It's what I would do."
Dylan nodded.
And it was like they had nothing else to talk about.
Never, in any year of their friendship, had they ever not had anything to say to each other. But now, with a killer standing in higher priority than clothes and gossip, it was silent. Talking about SAM was out of the question seeing as it was a topic that took up most of their time already and talking about anything else seemed pointless and phony. They could no longer pretend that things were going alright for them. What happened to Kristen was the most terribly effective form of a wakeup call.
Massie hated SAM at that exact moment more than she ever had before. She thought that it was impossible but apparently not. Her friendships, something she valued more than anything, brought her equal amounts of fear as they did comfort.
"Well I have to go," Dylan said. The sadness in her green eyes conveyed everything that Massie had just realized. This situation was changing them all into different people, people who no longer knew how to react around each other.
With a hug, Massie let her go. Claire and Alicia, with their phones pressed to their ears, turned around to watch Dylan leave and sent small waves goodbye to both her and Massie. Massie nodded and waved back before getting into the Range Rover with her parents.
"Honey," her mother immediately said, "I have good news. I called up a tutor while you were speaking with the police and she said she can start with you on Tuesday morning. Her name is Meg Jenson. She's a Columbia graduate and a-"
Massie drowned out her mother's ramblings and thought of being anywhere else, somewhere far, far away from home. She felt alone. Her friends couldn't comfort her because they were in the same boat as she was and her parents were too concerned with her safety to care about her feelings.
She wanted Derrick, the one person who always wanted to know her feelings regardless of the reasoning behind them. She wanted him to be next to her, making stupid jokes and teasing a finger along the hem of her shirt in that annoyingly familiar way of his. They hadn't been dating long, but she felt like they had been. To her surprise, the two of them had fallen back into a relationship like a pair of comfortable jeans.
It felt right to be with him.
And she knew for a fact that she would've probably suffered a mental breakdown if he hadn't been with her these past few days. As per usual, her thoughts about him started heading in a different direction and she began to think of the warm, muscled body that always seemed to be invading her space and the girly eyelashes and teasing lips that melted her heart.
Her thoughts were snapped back into action when her father called her name.
"Massie, are you listening to your mother?"
Massie rolled her eyes and nodded. "Yes. Got it. New tutor on Tuesday. Meg Jenson."
"Don't forget to get all your work tomorrow at school." He said sternly. "I don't want you falling behind. Home schooling isn't an excuse to be a slacker."
Massie didn't answer. Instead she checked her phone for a call from Derrick. There was nothing.
Her parents seemed to give up on getting through to her at that point and spoke only to each other for the rest of the ride home. When they got there, she immediately ran to her room to be away from them.
While she was upstairs, she got a text.
From: Lisette
Mass, are you alright? I didn't get to talk to you at all last night after everything happened!
Massie replied quickly.
Yeah. I'm fine. The only thing bothering me is Kristen's parents. They still haven't lifted the restriction on visitors. Kemp says she's awake and she doing okay though. What about you?
From: Lisette
I sent her flowers. I hope she got them. And I'm okay too. Just a little shaken up. But dude the cops kept asking me questions even after everyone had gone. It was so weird. Now I know how you feel.
From: Massie
Liz please be careful. I know that this whole thing has nothing to do with you but it doesn't matter. You could get hurt. Promise me you won't go anywhere alone.
From: Lisette
Promise. My parents are freaked that I was so close by when she was attacked. How are your mom and dad handling this?
From: Massie
They're not. They think that by controlling every single move I make that things will get easier. I can't leave the house right now, so I'm just trying not to go crazy.
From: Lisette
So call up the boyfriend. Have a little down time together. Be coupley for once.
From: Massie
I would but he's not answering his cell. What about you? I really hope the town hysteria isn't affecting your love life.
From: Lisette
Welllll A.J. called me a little while ago. He made my day marginally better.
Massie smiled at this. She briefly considered telling Lisette the truth about SAM's plans last night but decided against it. There must have been a reason the detectives didn't tell her. The more she knew, the more danger she was in.
From: Massie
A.J. huh? So I'm guessing that my matchmaking was a success. Did you two hit it off?
From: Lisette
We did. We're actually supposed to hang out in an hour. I think I really like this kid.
From: Massie
Well I'm glad it worked out then. ;) I knew you guys would work. Derrick didn't want me to introduce you guys. He thinks A.J.'s bad news.
From: Lisette
He probably is. And that's why I like him.
From: Massie
Then I'm happy I did it. Shouldn't you be getting ready for your date?
From: Lisette
Yes. ;) I'll let you know how it goes.
From: Massie
You better.
Massie felt the ache in her throat ease a little at knowing that Lisette was okay. She'd been right about A.J. though. He liked Lisette and from what Lisette had told her, they'd be spending a lot of time together. Hopefully A.J.'s dark past and buff build would keep SAM walking in the opposite direction.
She was now itching to go to the hospital to see Kristen. Massie'd heard many reports that the girl was doing fine, but until she saw it with her own two eyes, her nerves weren't settled.
To stop herself from demanding her parents get her into Kristen's hospital room, she tried Derrick two more times. She got no answer.
Without any distractions, she realized how tired she still was. Calling it a day before the sun had even gone down, she got into one of her cream-colored silk nightgowns and went back to bed.
''
It was many hours later when she woke up.
She glanced around her room to see that it was completely dark. She glanced on the floor next to her to see Bean sleeping peacefully in his Burberry doggy bed. She checked her phone to see that it was a few minutes before midnight. She'd had two missed calls from Derrick and a text. The times told her that she'd only gotten them a few minutes ago. The vibrations must have woken her up.
She checked the text.
From: Derrick
Downstairs. I'm coming up so don't be scared. It's only me.
Massie sat up immediately and looked around her room. Nobody was there. She got out of bed and looked out the window. Then she remembered that Derrick still knew where the spare key was. Any second, he'd be coming in from her bathroom. She walked into the bathroom and turned on the light, checking herself in the mirror.
Her eyes were still sleepy looking, her hair was falling out of its ponytail, and there were pillow marks on her face. She yanked the hair tie out of her hair and wiped the crust out of her eyes. Before she could do anything else, the door was opening and Derrick stepped inside.
His coat was still on and his nose was red from the chilly weather, but he looked amazing to her. Without thinking, she lunged at him. He scooped her up into a hug and held her tight letting her know that he, too, had been missing her all day. The fabric of his coat felt like ice against her heated skin, but she didn't care. She tried to warm him by bringing her hands to his face. He seemed to bask in it and brought his head between her neck and shoulder. After another minute, he set her down.
"What are you doing here?" She asked.
Derrick took a moment to respond, caressing her cheek. He smiled softly. "You were sleeping."
"It's fine. I was going to wake up anyway. I've been sleeping for hours." She shook her head remembering what she was saying before. "Derrick, what are you doing here? You know you're not supposed to be out at night. Something could happen to you."
He shook his head. "I wasn't alone. Cam came with me. He's sneaking into Claire's as we speak." He leaned down to kiss her and she responded eagerly. His mouth was aggressive and his hand pulled her body tightly into his. She pulled away, attempting to maintain the conversation even though she really didn't want to.
"I tried calling you."
"I know. But my grandparents came to Westchester this afternoon. They're driving down to the Poconos and stopped at our house. My mother forbade any phone calls." He explained. He tried kissing her again but she pulled her head back a little to keep speaking.
"So you snuck over? What if your parents find out?"
"Chill, Block," he pecked her lips, "my parents know I sleep in late on Sundays. Even if my grandparents are here, nobody will be up to wake me until at least eleven. I wanted to sleep here tonight. I missed you all day."
"Me too." This time she initiated the kiss.
He pulled away and she saw him observe her from head to toe before smiling. "Be honest, when I texted you to tell you I was coming up here, did you change into this," He ran his hands across the back of her night slip, "or is this what you actually sleep in?"
Massie laughed. "You know," she said getting on her tip toes and sliding her arms around his neck, "if you think this is hot, you should see some of the stuff Leesh and Dylan bought me as gag gifts. It would make you blush."
He snorted. "I haven't blushed over a half naked girl since I was thirteen."
She smacked him lightly on the back. "You're supposed to say, 'Of course I would, Massie, because you're the sexiest girl on Earth.'"
This time Derrick laughed. "If I say it, will you answer my question?"
"Does it really matter if I changed or not? I'm standing here in front of you in a thin layer of clothing and you haven't really touched me yet."
Derrick raised an eyebrow in interest.
They exchanged a heated look before lunging at each other again. Their lips met in the middle.
With their lips still attached she ran her hand down the bathroom wall until it came into contact with the light switch turning it off. They both stumbled back into her bedroom. Massie ignored the urge that told her to tell him to take his shoes off her carpet and dragged him to her bed. The back of her knees hit the bed and they both fell over with him on top.
Derrick pushed himself up to quickly remove his boots while she unzipped his coat. When they were tossed on the floor, she pulled him back on top of her.
This kiss was different from any kiss they'd ever shared. For some reason, both of them were suddenly scared of losing the other. And not in the normal way. Not in the I-don't-want-to-break-up way. More like the lets-be-together-like-its-the-last-time way. The way that teenagers shouldn't be worrying about.
Massie hated that Derrick was outside just a moment ago. She imagined SAM lurking outside of her house and watching him sneak in. She imagined Derrick with his back turned trying to open the gardening box in the dark to get the spare key and SAM catching him off guard. She squeezed her eyes tighter to shut out the image and ran her fingers under his shirt. Without another thought, she pulled the shirt up. Derrick pulled back again and let her take it off. With his warm skin against her, she felt goosebumps run through her.
Derrick began touching her everywhere. He grabbed at every part of her impatiently, rubbing his hands across her face, her neck, her breasts, her stomach, her thighs…
She, in response, opened her legs wide and wrapped them around him bringing him in closer. His mouth was minty, but he smelled like smoke and she realized that he must've smoked before he came there. She recalled the cigarette hanging sexily from his lips the one time she'd see him do it and made a mental note to somehow get him to quit the nasty habit.
As his fingers trailed lightly across her neck, her skin felt on fire and she knew how this night would end. Derrick slid the straps of her night slip down her shoulders, leaving the scrappy article of clothing halfway on her. The cool air chilled her exposed breasts and she shivered when his mouth latched onto one of her nipples and his hand massaged the other. She made the first noise since they'd started and moaned. Her fingers gripped the hair at the nape of his neck and that seemed to encourage him because he began to plant hot, open-mouthed kisses everywhere. Her arousal was making her squirm.
"Derrick…" she gasped. " I-"
He already knew what she was going to say and pulled away. Massie looked at him in confusion.
"What's up?"
"I-" his pale chest heaved as he hesitated to keep speaking, "I didn't come here for this, Block. I just- I don't want you to think that I want-"
Massie sat up, ignoring her exposed chest, "I know you didn't. But I want this."
Derrick shook his head. "You think you do because you're scared."
Massie sat and waited for him to explain and he did.
"I can tell that you're freaked out. I am too. And I don't know what's going to happen to any of us. I'm terrified any time any of you guys call me that I'm going to hear that so-and-so's in the hospital or worse. Kristen is my friend. And more importantly she's your friend and Kemp's girl. If it could happen to her, it could happen to you."
"But-"
"Wait." He said sitting up completely. Massie sat up with him. "Let me finish."
Massie sighed impatiently but nodded.
"I lied about why I came here… I mean I did miss you, but that wasn't what got me sneaking into your house tonight."
Her head tilted to the side, having already known that he wasn't being completely truthful when he'd said that. She waited semi-nervously.
"My house is closest to the hospital so today Kemp came by to take a shower, borrow some clothes, and hurry back. Cam had come by, too, to get his laptop because he'd left it at my place. We watched him, Cam and me, and he was a wreck. His hands were shaking and he was rushing like he was about to be out of time or something. We asked him what was wrong and he admitted that Kristen wasn't doing as well as he'd explained on the phone. He didn't want to worry us. But apparently she's been having problems breathing and they've got her on a ventilator. He said that her hands are always cold and she doesn't speak. He's angry and scared and honestly, I don't think I've ever seen Kemp this out of whack a day in his life. He always the cocky and calm one. After he left, Cam and I got really nervous, thinking about how we hadn't seen you or Claire all day. We made a plan to check on you both tonight and make sure that you were okay."
Massie sat in shock for a few seconds. Her mind was stuck on Kristen. Her friend needed her.
"Oh my God." Massie whispered, thinking about Kristen. "I have to see her. I don't care what I have to do. She has to know that I'm there for her."
"I know." He put an arm around her and kissed her forehead. "We'll go first thing tomorrow morning. I'm sorry I kept it from you. I just… didn't want to worry you. Kemp told me that the doctors aren't worried yet. They're convinced that it's all a temporary symptom of the drug SAM used."
Massie nodded. "She'll be okay, right?" Her voice was very small.
He nodded back. "Yeah. Yeah of course she will."
Massie sat still for a second as Derrick watched her face. She looked back at him.
His cheeks were flushed, his lips were swollen and his hair was sticking up in different directions. His body was illuminated in the moonlight shining through her window and she could see every freckle on his skin and the patch of hair that trailed from his abdomen down to his belt buckle, a place she found herself eager to know as well as she did the rest of him.
Without warning, she leapt forward and kissed him again with new fervor. He was taken aback and it took him a few seconds, but eventually he began to respond. When her hand went to his belt buckle, he backed away as if she'd burned him.
"Block," he said in a warning tone, "what are you doing?"
"What you told me didn't change my mind. If anything, it made me more sure of myself. Tomorrow isn't guaranteed, Derrick. Our future is becoming less and less certain every single second and I don't want to wait anymore with you. I love you." As she whispered this, she looked into his eyes pleading with him to believe her, "I love you, okay? I have for a long time. I want you to be first. Hell, I want you to be second. And third. And…you get what I mean. I know you know how important this is to me and that's why you're hesitating, but I'm telling you right now. Don't."
He smiled, "We can wait. We have plenty of time, Block. Way to be optimistic."
She didn't smile back, "I'm not joking." She swallowed back the lump forming in her throat, "Let's not lie to each other anymore, okay? He could come for me."
Derrick wasn't smiling anymore. Just as she was going to keep talking, he opened his eyes again.
Derrick stared at her for a moment, before he nodded. "Okay."
"Okay?" She smiled wrapping her arms around his neck.
He smiled back and nodded, his warm eyes flicking over every centimeter of her face in the moonlight. "Okay."
They fell back easily into their kisses and in a short time, they were both completely undressed. This time he was less hurried and though he held her firmly still, he was far gentler.
"I don't have a condom." He told her.
"That's okay." She told him. "My mother got me on the pill the day I started high school. She freaked out after hearing the going rate of teen pregnancies in the U.S."
She gazed at his body out of curiosity, never having been this close to a completely naked guy and he gazed at her body in awe, never having thought that he'd get to this point. He oddly remembered meeting her for the first time, when they were both twelve years old. He'd thought she was one of the hottest girls he'd ever seen. If only the old him could see what he saw now. If only the old him could know what he knew now.
He kissed her soundly and she fell into the kiss easily but wondered why he wasn't doing anything else. For a second, she thought he would say he was sorry and stop but instead he reached around to her back and pulled her body into his. She pressed herself into him as placed kisses down her neck that trailed to her torso. When she arched her back, his fingers trailed lightly over her ribs that poked out visibly. His hand dipped between her legs and his fingers brushed across her center. Her mouth fell open and took that opportunity to attach his mouth to hers in a searing kiss.
As his tongue entered her mouth, a finger slid into her wet core. She began panting, both out of nervousness and pleasure. It was obvious that he'd done this before, and on more than one occasion. She recalled the betrayal she'd felt when she heard Olivia Ryan brag about them losing it to each other. Now, it didn't bother her so much. She was kind of glad that at least one of them knew what they were doing. She was pretty sure that between she and Olivia, her experience was going to be far better.
When he inserted another finger, she let out a loud moan and felt warmth pool where his fingers massaged her. Derrick stopped his ministrations and chuckled.
"Shhhh," He grinned, "the last thing I want is for your parents to come in here."
She laughed and leaned forward bringing her head off the pillow, "Well then kiss me and maybe they won't hear."
His fingers continued to pump in and out of her for a few minutes as they kissed. She almost didn't notice when he moved to replace his fingers. Almost.
As he entered her partially, she winced and broke their kiss.
"Relax." He whispered. "It'll hurt less."
She nodded and kissed him again, this time harder to somehow make her forget the pain she was feeling. As they kept kissing, he inched into her further and further. She whimpered at the stretching sensation she was feeling but lifted her hips to help him enter her deeper. When he was fully inside her he stopped, waiting for Massie to adjust.
Massie breathed and looked into his eyes. They were such a pretty brown. She could honestly stare into them for hours and not get bored. At this very moment, she was amazed at the idea of sex. He was physically all male and she all woman and their bodies were now connected in the most natural way possible. Her amazement overrode her pain and gradually, she didn't feel any of the latter.
She rolled her hips experimentally and this time it was Derrick who groaned loudly. She stopped.
"Sorry." She whispered.
He smiled and kissed her. "Don't apologize. That wasn't a bad thing. You okay now?"
"Mmmhmm."
Derrick then slowly moved his hips forward. Massie was surprised that it no longer felt that painful. A second later, it was a whole new feeling completely. It was a new type of pain, one that left her body craving more of it. She began to meet his thrusts with some of her own and in no time, they had a rhythm.
Initially, Derrick had watched her face, looking to see what she liked and didn't like but after a couple of minutes he seemed to get lost in her and moved without thought. Their movements then got sloppier but neither of them cared. Their only goal was to be closer to each other. Their faces remained close and their breaths were interchangeable as he planted kisses on her panting mouth over and over again.
When he shifted his hips, Massie began gasping for breath and raking her fingernails down his back. She felt a buildup of something, but was unsure of what she was supposed to be waiting for. She clenched around him, wanting to get closer though it wasn't physically possible. This caused Derrick's eyes to roll behind his head and a loud gasp to escape his lips.
He couldn't believe he was there at that moment with the girl he had pined for and lusted after for years, a girl that other guys were fighting to be with. She was infuriating and beautiful and… and…
And God she was so tight. So unbelievably tight. He brought his hands down to her knees and pressed them flat against the mattress, stretching her thighs out wider than they'd ever been and effectively driving himself deeper into her. It didn't occur to him that he might be hurting her but she didn't seem to care as she moaned wantonly and let out a slew of curses. She tightened her grip on his shoulders as he hit an unbelievably sensitive spot.
He let out a guttural noise and she smothered her moan by biting his shoulder. She came seconds before he did.
When it was over, he tiredly rolled next to her. She turned to face him and he moved to face her. They stayed like that, not touching, only watching each other for a long time. Finally, Derrick reached over to grab his boxers and the sheet that had fallen onto the floor. At the same time, Massie put her slip back on. He put his boxers on and laid the sheet over the both of them.
"That was not what I expected." Massie said chewing the inside if her thumb thoughtfully.
Derrick's eyebrows rose, "That's not exactly what a guy wants to hear after he has sex with his girlfriend for the first time."
Massie grinned. "I meant it in a good way. Don't worry. I just hear these loss-of-virginity horror stories about pain and discomfort and awkwardness." She rolled onto her back. "But you're pretty good at that, Harrington. It was… good. Great actually. Not that I have anything to compare it to but… you know."
"Good." He said softly. "I'm glad."
They laid and watched the ceiling for a while and then he spoke slowly, wanting her to hear clearly what he had to say,
"I know that you know that you're not my first. I don't even know what number you are."
She internally flinched, but waited because she knew he wasn't done.
"I was such an asshole last year and I didn't even realize. I hate who I used to be. I hate it. And it scares me that a part of that guy is still in me. It was at the state game when it hit me. We'd just won the game and the whole crowd rushed the field and all these girls are coming at me and giving me hugs and kisses on the cheek. I look around and I see you and your friends smiling, but you haven't moved. You're just sitting there on the highest set of bleachers, like a bunch of queens, watching everyone celebrate."
"And then you got up and for a second, I thought you'd come over to congratulate us. I look over and see Plovert and it looks like he's thinking the same thing. But you don't. You walk right past everyone and leave. And on the way out, you pass by O'Malley who's got his girlfriend lifted halfway in the air and he's never looked happier. And I realize that I don't want to see you walk away from me. I realize thatI want to be in that one boy-one girl kind of love. The next day, when Josh announced he was throwing his victory party, I forced him to invite you guys. He didn't want to. Like me, he was scared. But I just wanted to know if there was any possibility you'd ever feel that way about me again. Hands down, best decision I've ever made. And now... we're here. Me and you. And even though I'm sounding more and more like a total pansy, I had to say this because I want you to know that this was special to me too. Because even though I'm no Cam Fisher, Block, I figured that if I was going to try to be this big romantic, I only wanted to do it with you. Because I love your crazy ass, Block."
He waited for Massie's reaction and it came a few seconds later,
"Can you record that speech on tape so that in the future, when you're pissing me off, I can remind myself why I'm having sex with you?"
Derrick burst into laughter and finally moved closer to her laying his head on her chest.
She accepted him into her arms, cradling his head and began playing with his hair fondly. "I love you too." She whispered.
After talking lightly about everything and nothing, Derrick passed out in exhaustion and she listened to his even breathing until dawn where she promptly fell asleep curled up with him.
''
The next morning, Massie woke up feeling incredibly hot. She looked around her to see that Derrick was asleep on top of her. The heat of their bodies was causing her to sweat. She didn't want to wake him up but had to push him off of her. He stirred but didn't wake up when she pushed him away. She sat up and saw Derrick's clothes tossed onto the floor.
She was no longer a virgin.
It felt… odd.
She did feel different. When Massie had asked Alicia, she'd told her that she would feel like everything was the same, but only different which hadn't made much sense at the time. But it did now.
She checked the time. It was only 7:56. She'd gotten too much sleep yesterday. At least, she would be well rested for school tomorrow. She turned to look at the head of the blonde hair that was sleeping so peacefully on her pillow and briefly imagined it being like this, except they were older and married. Suddenly, she felt like a silly schoolgirl getting ahead of herself and pushed away those thoughts.
Getting out of bed, she trudged over her carpet barefoot and entered the bathroom. Pulling off her slip, she glanced at her body in the mirror. There were hickeys all over her torso. She wondered if Derrick had marked her on purpose. She had noticed that there were nasty scratch marks across his back and felt embarrassed that her pleasure would be so obvious to anyone who happened to catch Derrick without a shirt on. Getting into the shower, she washed away all the stickiness and sweat that had formed last night. It stung to wash herself down there, but she knew that that was normal. After washing her hair she got out of the shower. She chewed her lip as she stood in her closet looking for an outfit. It astounded her that she was standing in nothing but a towel picking out clothing while her boyfriend slept almost fully naked in her bed in the next room.
Finally deciding on a tight grey cashmere J. Crew pullover, black True Religion skinny jeans, and black high heeled Stella McCartney boots, she left her closet. She got dressed in the bathroom and blow dried and straightened her hair in 45 minutes. Her makeup was a little more dramatic than the day before, with silver eye shadow, black rimmed eyes, and nude lips. She had gotten additional ear piercings in her cartilage in September and decided to put in the tiny ruby earrings Alicia had gotten her for Christmas. She stood and pondered what was missing before hurriedly moving to her bottle of Chanel number 19. After three quick sprays, she was ready.
All in all, she looked a perfect 10 today. The boots were new so she didn't mind walking with them on the white carpet of her room, but she glanced at Derrick's boots resting by her bed with distaste and moved them to her closet. Her morning wasn't exactly a regular one at all for her, but she actually felt more normal than she had in days.
Massie checked the time again and it was now 9 o'clock. Breakfast was on the table and she knew she should go down now. Her parents hadn't seen her since she'd gone up the stairs yesterday. But before she did, she walked over to her bed and looked at Derrick. He had rolled over and was on his back now. His mouth was a little open and his face looked adorably innocent. She got on the bed and brought one of her knees over his hips straddling him. She sat down on his lower stomach, but close enough to feel his morning erection. Leaning forward, she whispered in his ear.
"Wakey, wakey. Momma has to go to work."
She watched Derrick's face slowly morph into one of consciousness.
"Hey. Remember where you are, sleepyhead?" She grinned.
He looked around them before looking at her outfit. He stared at her for a long moment before bringing his hands to her hips.
"I could get used to this." He croaked in his morning voice.
"I'll be sure to tell my father that so that he knows not to barge in on Sunday mornings." She teased.
"When did you get dressed?"
"A while ago? You're a deep sleeper. I sat on you and you didn't even move."
"You look great."
"Don't I always?
"Eh." He said noncommittally.
She gasped in offense. "Don't I always?" She asked again moving her body so that she sat directly in his lap. The friction made him hiss.
He moaned and kept a firm hold on her hips, keeping her there. "Always." He agreed. He rolled them over so that she was under him.
"Derrick, I gotta go." Massie replied. "Kendra and William will grow worried and come looking for me."
He kissed the corner of her mouth. "We wouldn't want that, would we?"
"No." She said pushing him off. "We wouldn't. Now go shower. There are spare toothbrushes under my sink. I'll sneak a muffin and orange juice up here in a bit."
Massie left her room and walked down the stairs. For some reason, the walk that she took every morning to get to the breakfast table seemed longer. She felt a little nervous that her parents would notice that the same girl who went up the stairs yesterday was not the same one who stood in front of them today.
When she got there, her father was working on an omelet as Elsa served him orange juice and her mother was drinking a cup of coffee as she nibbled on a rice cake covered with a thin layer of almond butter.
She greeted both of them with a kiss on the cheek as usual but froze when she noticed them watching her.
Her heart pounded as she looked back at them. "What?" She squeaked.
"Well," her father said, "my colleague wanted to stop by today to talk about the auction you threw. He congratulates you on your success and was impressed by your ambition. He says that he has something to say that you might be interested in. I've heard his offer. I won't tell you all the details, I'll leave that to him, but I think it'd be good for you. You need to get away, Massie. Grow some experience. Learn some things."
Massie stared at him. "What are you talking about?"
"It's a study abroad program." Her mother said. "You'd earn all your high school credits-"
"No." Massie cut her off harshly.
"Massie," her father warned.
"No!" She said loudly, just a decibel from yelling. Seeing their shocked faces, she lowered her voice. "I agreed to the private tutoring and the curfew. I agreed to opening up and telling you everything I knew. I agreed to staying in this house like I'm supposed to without arguing. But I won't agree to this. I have a life here. I have friends that I look after and who look after me. I have you, my parents. I have Derrick."
"Your friends will still be here when you get back." Her father said, clearly trying to keep his voice even. "And you want a boyfriend? James has a fine son who I know for a fact is interested in getting to know you."
"Dad," she said in frustration, "you cannot possibly be serious. I don't want to leave my friends. Especially not now. And I couldn't care less if James' son is interested in me. I'm with Derrick. You haven't even had the chance to get to know him and you're already trying to get me to break up with him."
"Don't make this into something it's not. I don't have anything against the boy, but you've been with him for a short time, Massie. There will be other boys in other towns." Her father said exasperatedly.
Suddenly, Massie became keenly aware of the soreness between her legs and the bruises shaped like fingers on her thighs and felt glee at her defiance. She knew he could never know but it still felt good to know that she'd made a decision that her father would've hated if he did. If her father knew what she'd done with Derrick right under his nose last night, she would be on the next flight to a German boarding school and Derrick would be severely injured.
"I'm not making this into anything. You are." She said coldly. "And I don't care. I don't want anyone else."
"You know what?" Her mother held up her hands as a mediator, "Is she likes the boy, Will, we can't stop her. Massie, you and Derrick can still see each other while you do the program. You'll have regular weekends and holidays. Every once in a while, you can fly back here from wherever you are and see each other."
"I don't care, mom." Massie repeated stubbornly. She was not going to budge on her refusal. No way in hell. "I don't want to do any programs. I like my school. I like my life. It's far from perfect but it's mine and I don't want another one. I appreciate the offer. Thanks but no thanks. I'm staying in Westchester."
Her father threw his napkin on the table. "If this is about that boy-"
"That boy has a name. It's Derrick. And no, this isn't about him. This is about me and what I want. I'd be miserable away from here. Please don't do that to me. I'm having a hard enough time as it is. Don't make it any harder."
When they said nothing she spoke again, "I think I'll take my breakfast upstairs."
She filled up a small plate with strawberries and picked up a chocolate chip muffin. Before she went upstairs she went to the kitchen and grabbed a mini jug of Tropicana orange juice. Balancing it all in her arms, she headed upstairs.
When she came back into her room, Derrick was just getting out of bed. He must've tried to go back to sleep after she left.
"Well that was quick." He muttered, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
"I know. I didn't even sit down at the table before they started ordering me around." She sighed plopping down on the bed next to him. "I couldn't take it. I told them I'd be having breakfast in my room." She handed him the muffin and orange juice. "Here. Eat up."
"That's all you're eating?" He asked looking at her strawberries.
She bit into one of them. "Mmmhmm. They're my favorite."
He watched her eat before taking the plate from her. He set his food and hers aside and dragged her down on the bed with him. His ran his hands up her sides causing her to shiver.
"What are you doing?" She asked, surprised at how husky her voice sounded.
He didn't answer for answer for a moment. She watched him caress every curve on her body before he answered, "I really like this sweater."
Massie smirked at his excuse. "Really? You seem pretty interested in it."
He planted a soft kiss against her throat. "I am. I wonder what it'll look like on the floor."
Massie made sure to lock her door as both of them found out.
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It was right before 11 o'clock when Derrick decided he had to get home before anyone had realized that he'd been gone. Cam had texted him saying that it was time to go and he and Massie had untangled themselves from each other's arms so that he could leave.
As Massie sat up on her elbows, watching Derrick get dressed after taking a quick shower, she realized that Cam must have been at Claire's house all this time too. Gossip points were going to have to be exchanged soon.
She actually felt like laughing about it. Claire Lyons was officially a rebel.
It pleased her to know that though SAM was effectively ruining everything for them, they still managed to keep their boyfriends pretty happy.
"I'll be back in a little bit so that we can head over to see Kristen at the hospital," He said tying the lace on his left boot.
"Okay," she said softly.
"Hey," he said concernedly placing a hand on her ankle, "You okay?"
She nodded. "Just nervous. I want to see her, but I know that as soon as I see her like Kemp described it's gonna kill me."
"Don't worry." He soothed. "We'll all be there with you. We're not gonna let anything like this happen to her again."
She sat up, holding the sheet to her chest halfheartedly, and brought his face to hers. After a kiss that lasted a little longer than it should've, he was gone. After he left, Massie trudged back into the bathroom to freshen up and shut the door.
It was only twenty minutes later that she was done. Walking down the stairs, she grabbed her coat and found her mother speaking on the phone.
"Mom, I'm heading over to Claire's."
Her mother apologized to the person on the phone and turned to Massie, "How long will you be?"
"I don't know." She replied. "We were thinking of going to see Kristen soon though. I'll call you to let you know."
Her mother hesitated, something she never used to do. Finally she settled on saying, "Alright. Be careful. And if you do go to see Kristen, have Isaac drive you."
Massie nodded and left before any more rules could be laid down.
She got to the Lyons' without incident and Todd answered the door when she knocked. She didn't fail to notice the way Todd Lyons gave her a once over as she stood in front of him. He'd had a crush on her ever since she could remember knowing him. Her strategy was to pretend that she didn't realize the feelings he had for her in hopes that he would eventually move on. She was currently still waiting for that to happen.
"Sup, Toad."
"The name's Todd." He said in a monotone, but she saw the way his eyes lit up at the familiar nickname.
"I know, cutie." She grinned and pinched his cheek.
So maybe she wasn't doing much to help alleviate his crush.
"Where's Claire?"
He sighed exasperatedly, "Where is she always? Up in her room." He opened the door wider and welcomed her in. "Hasn't been down all morning."
"Thanks." She stomped up the stairs so that Claire could hear her coming and knocked on the door.
She heard shuffling behind the door and it took almost a full minute for Claire to open the door. Massie noticed the sheets on her bed had been pulled off and was glad that she reminded Elsa to take care of hers. Hopefully, the housekeeper wouldn't inform her parents about their daughter's messy cologne scented sheets.
"Hey, Lyons," she smirked and peered in the room, "Anyone in here or can I come in?"
Claire's eyes bugged out of her head, "Shhh!" She hissed and looked out to see if anyone was in the hall before yanking Massie inside the room and shutting the door. Claire was dressed in fitted light wash 7 For All Mankind Jeans and Cam's soccer hoodie.
"Chill, Claire. No one's up here." Massie said. She went to sit on the bed and then thought better of it and sat on her desk table. Claire sat down in the desk chair across from her.
"I'm sorry. It's just that Cam almost literally bumped into my dad sneaking out of here. My heart hasn't stopped racing yet."
Massie snickered, but her face grew serious as she asked, "Are you alright? The two of you…"
"Had sex." Claire whispered, eyes trained to the floor.
When Massie said nothing, Claire looked at her sheepishly. "I don't know what came over me. It felt like we hadn't had alone time in days and-"
"Kuh-laire." Massie rolled her eyes. "You don't need to make excuses. I'm your best friend, nawt your mother. What goes on between you and Cammie boy is completely none of my business. If you felt it was the right time-"
"I did."
"-and he was a gentleman-"
"He was."
"-and you're in love-"
"We are."
"Then I approve." Massie smiled.
Claire smiled back before grimacing. "I'm sort of in pain though."
"Me too." Massie nodded.
Claire's jaw dropped and her eyes opened in an expression that was comical.
"You and Derrick?"
Massie nodded and Claire shrieked.
"Ehmagawd." She stood up and pulled the brunette into a hug. Massie hugged her back and chuckled. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Great actually."
For a while, they spoke hesitantly about their sexual experiences and joked about the mild awkwardness they both had felt at points.
"Don't you think it's weird that we both lost our virginities on the same night?" Massie wrinkled her nose. "Like, for all we know, our hymens were being broken in at the same time."
Claire covered her ears and screamed at her to shut up. "You're so crude, Massie!" She giggled. "Let's not talk about this anymore!"
Massie smirked and leaned in closer. "Maybe Cam and Derrick even got off at the same time."
"Ew!" Claire laughed harder and shoved her away.
When their laughter died down, Claire looked at Massie.
"So I know you didn't come here to tease me." She said softly. "What's wrong?"
Massie got up to look out Claire's window. "Kemp hasn't been telling the whole truth. Apparently he told Derrick and Cam that Kristen's not as fine as we were led to believe. She's having respiratory problems. Supposedly she's not speaking either."
Claire shot up out of her chair. "Wait, what?"
Massie shoved her hands into her pockets and turned to face her. "Long story short we're heading over to the hospital to see Kris in a little bit, family visitation only be damned. She needs us."
"Well what are we waiting for?" Claire panicked rushing to put on shoes. "Let's go now!"
"Leesh and Dylan don't know yet."
Claire reached for her cell. "Well why not? We should all already be on our way there."
Massie didn't answer.
"Seriously what is going on with you?" Claire asked. "Is there something else?"
She shook her head. "It's not that." She whispered. "I can't tell them. Alicia and Dylan. You have to."
"Why?"
"Because I don't feel like telling them more bad news and then promising that everything's going to be okay." Massie responded. "I promised you all that I wouldn't let anything happen to you and look what happens."
"And don't me that this isn't my fault." She continued. "Because it is. I called most of the shots that got us here."
Claire nodded. "It is your fault." She said. "And my fault. And Alicia's. And Dylan's. And Kristen's. Massie, you can't keep doing this. You can't keep breaking down. This situation's not getting any easier and you, as our leader, have to be the glue that keeps us from falling apart."
"What if I can't do that?" Massie said tiredly.
"Well suck it up. You're gonna have to. You're not alpha for nothing. You fought for your spot and you got it. Maybe things aren't going well for you right now but since when has that ever stopped you? Get over it." Claire's hard voice faltered for a second.
Massie smiled weakly. "You're not very good at being a hardass, Kuh-laire. Your eyes are still as sweet as pie."
Claire's face softened and her shoulders drooped. "Yeah. I know. I love you too much to be mean. But I meant what I said."
"I know you did." She grabbed the phone and dialed Alicia's number.
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