Okay, I think I'm done with all the filler chapters for the most part ;)

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xoxo, kristyn

ohhh and I want some advice. Should I go brunette? Seriously thinking about it... Right now I'm honey blonde but I'm thinking about a chestnut brown with reddish tints. lol well I'll update faster with the more input I get!

Westchester, NY

Derrick's Ferrari

Saturday, September 7

8:58 PM

"You really think we're going to get away with this?" Derrick asked Massie doubtfully. They were sitting in the parking lot in front of a chic nightclub, and he was looking around at all of the sophisticated lower-20's population who could afford to pay three hundred dollars for a round of drinks.

"Am I gorgeous?" Massie replied, tapping her glitter-infused navy nails along the door handle.

"Absolutely," Derrick answered, leaning in to kiss her.

After a minute and a half of kissing, Massie pulled away and said, "That's your answer. We're absolutely going to get away with this."

After a final spritz of glossing spray to her already-reflective brunette waves, Massie led the way over to the door.

Flashing the guard a winning smile, she pulled out a fake I.D. and winked as they both got through the doors without trouble.

"Do I really look twenty-one?" Derrick wondered out loud.

Massie giggled. "Not really, but the five hundred dollars I slipped into his pocket must have cleared his vision. I mean, I can pass for nineteen or even twenty, but money always seems to fix sight problems."

"Nice, Block," Derick said, sliding his arm around her waist.

Massie smiled in return, subtly pulling up her barely-there, indigo-sequined minidress.

"C'mon, let's dance," Massie shouted over the blaring music, and she tugged Derrick into the center of the dance floor.

She was beyond glad she had had Claire make a public outing at the Animal Shelter tonight, keeping away any paparazzi who were on the prowl for some Massie news. If word got out about her grinding with some blonde guy in a nightclub in a dress that barely covered her underwear, she would be screwed.

She made herself forget any unpleasant thoughts and focused on the thumping beat of the music, the flashing party lights, Derrick's body pressed against hers, and his hands winding their way up her body.

She sighed. There was nowhere else in the entire world she would rather be, and no one else she would rather be with.

Outside the door, Olivia Ryan followed Massie's lead; flashing the already dazed guard a flirty smile, a fake I.D., and a lot of leg.

After going inside, she started to search for Massie and Derrick. It wasn't too hard to spot them. They were right in the center of the dance floor, dancing like Olivia had only seen in R-rated movies. They looked like they had practically been glued together from their waists all the way up to their lips.

Grabbing her hot pink camera from her knockoff Fendi, Olivia carefully snapped several shots of Massie and Derrick.

Grinning proudly, Olivia tossed the camera back into her bag and marched back out of the door, heading straight to Alicia's- via taxi, of course, since she hadn't quite been able to pass her driving test. She banished all negative thoughts with a flip of her hair. Who really needed to know which was left and which was right anyway?

Back inside the club, a breathless Derrick pulled Massie to the edge of the room.

"God, Massie, you're so... wow," He breathed, keeping his arms entangled on whatever part of Massie he could reach.

"I know," She answered, throwing in a naughty wink for effect. Hitting the clubs with Claire in LA had been their way to let off steam in the past half a year, and she had danced with several guys, but not like this and certainly not wearing a dress this short.

She stayed with Derrick in a corner away from the bar. She wasn't big on the alcohol, because dancing was enough to make her drunk, in a sense. She kept kissing Derrick, ignoring his rock-solid purple cast tangled in her hair. Claire didn't know what she was missing. She had opted to stay home and have a movie night with Kristen after her charity work, much to Massie's annoyance. She brushed it aside and sat down in a corner booth, leaning back onto Derrick's chest.

She yawned, suddenly exhausted. "What time is it?" She asked Derrick, grabbing his good arm to check his watch.

Her eyes widened when she saw that it was after one. "Shit, I was supposed to be home at midnight. We gotta go."

Derrick gave her that irresistible puppy dog look, and her heart melted all over again.

"Can we pick this up after the dance next Friday? Get the guys to sleep over at my place with K and C?" Massie suggested.

"Sure," Derrick quickly agreed. "Let's go."

Massie didn't remember falling asleep in the car, or arriving back at her house. She only vaguely remembered his warm arms carrying her inside, being gently set down on her bed, and him kissing her good night.

It didn't matter, though. She had just had an ah-mazing night, and nothing, not Alicia, not any stupid wannabes, not even anyone else, could change that.

Unfortunately, one ditzy blonde who didn't know left from right could.

I know it seems like this is all Massie right now, but Claire will get her chance after the next chapter. Does anyone smell some serious Clam?? I'm not sure if I do... ;)

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