What Doesn't Kill You
A Clique Fan Fiction
Chapter 51

I'm in love with a girl I hate-she enjoys pointing out every bad thing about me
I'm in love with a critic and a skeptic-a traitor...I'd trade her in a second
She's a backseat driver-a drama provider..an instant update of the world
She's a first-class liar, a constant forgetter...she's attractive but bitter
Did you scream enough to make her cry? It's a turn around
Turn around-baby don't return to me if you that I'm not worth your time

Derrick Harrington was madly in love with Massie Block. He was crazy about the girl and he just couldn't stop thinking about her. The problem was that sometimes he hated her just as much as he loved her. After all, how long could he stand her pointing out his every mistake? He was supposed to be perfect, according to her, and she lived to point out anything he did wrong. Every one of his flaws was just a new game for her to use to make him feel like he didn't deserve her more than he already did. Of course, Massie didn't know this, or else he was sure she wouldn't do it. And Derrick couldn't tell her, because he loved those moments where she'd tease him about every little imperfection. So he'd scream it out to the world-he was in love with a critic...a skeptic girl who was always suspicious of his ulterior motives, even when he didn't have any. She was a traitor too, constantly taking her friends' sides over his own, or his friends' side rather than his. But he loved that quality about her, because he knew she'd never trade her. Although, sometimes he thought he'd love the opportunity to trade her in for somebody just a little bit nicer. He'd do it in a second-but that rash decision would make him miserable for the rest of his life. He'd be forever in regret.

"You're going to fast," Massie muttered as she stared at her cell phone, scrolling through her Twitter account to see what everybody else in the world was up to. That was how Massie was-but, she had to correct his driving first. It was her goal in life. She was the world's worst backseat driver. "Alicia and Josh are fighting again," She sighed. "Sometimes, I can't stand them," She rolled her eyes. She loved to be in the center of all drama though, so Derrick knew that her fingers were quickly commenting on whatever rude remark one of them had just tweeted about the other one.

There were a lot of qualities about Massie that Derrick hated, of course. She was a liar-he knew she was lying about what had happened in London...what was going on with her family. She was a good liar too, but she wasn't completely dishonest. She always told the truth when it mattered. She lied to protect people, and that made it just a little bit better.

She was constantly forgetting everything, though. She rarely remembered anything that didn't have to do with shopping or her social life. She could forget plans she'd made with you in an instant, and only remember about five minutes before hand. But she still ended up showing up and being the most beautiful girl in the room, right on time. Massie could be a bitch sometimes, but there was no doubt about her attractiveness.

The only real problem with their relationship though, was their fighting. When they fought, Derrick would scream-and he'd scream loud, hurtful things that he knew would make her cry. He didn't stop until she was crying, and then he felt awful. Then, their fight would turn around and Massie would start to leave, with Derrick pleading with her to just turn around and give him one more chance. But he'd always add, even if it was only in his head, that she didn't need to return if she didn't honestly believe that he was worth her time. If she'd finally realized that she could do so much better than Derrick, he wasn't going to stop her from moving on and leaving him as a part of her past. He just always prayed that day would never come, and he was always so grateful when she'd smile, shake her head, and return to him, saying that this time was his last chance, before giving him another one after their next fight. They loved in a cycle, but Derrick didn't mind.


She's a lady&ladies shouldn't be messed with
She's a lady&ladies shouldn't be messed with
Take off your shoes, come in the room
And baby let's try not to argue
Turn out the lights, turn on the radio
How can fight when I'm too busy loving you

Chris Plovert honestly believed it when he told people that Dylan was a proper lady. It didn't matter that she liked to eat and burp. It didn't make her a guy to laugh at the boys' perverted jokes. It made her fun. She was a lady, and she was not to be messed with, because no girl deserved that.

The best part of their relationship, of course, was how she could just enter his house, slip off her shoes and silently tip toe into his room. He always knew when she was coming, but he played surprised every time. And they'd swear to one another that they wouldn't argue-which was all too easy with what they were about to do.

Dylan would flip the lights off as she entered the room and approached Plovert's bed and Plovert would turn on his stereo, blaring some old Ray J song from forever ago.

Dylan would climb right onto his bed and wrap herself in his arms, and they'd just lie there, listening to music while playing some silly game to get closer to one another mentally, and that was perfect for them. That was all they wanted.

Yeah, how could they possibly fight when they were too busy loving one another?


Here I am-there you go again-again and we will not, ever be 18 again-again
And I'm worn out of fighting and every night you leave crying
And I could use some time-here I am there you go again
So here I am and I'm dying and I'm waiting for you
Come back-come back to me-and I'll take you gladly
And I'll take you anyway

Josh Hotz was standing right by Alicia's locker, which he knew she had to stop at before leaving school that Friday. He was right there, and...there she went. Every single time he tried to wait for her and catch her some place where she was supposed to be, she'd just keep on going, purposelly trying to ignore him. Every time. Didn't she understand that they would never have this time of their lives back? This was their one opportunity to be foolish and in love and make mistakes. They'd never get to be like this ever again. And she was throwing it away. He wasn't going to let her though. He started sprinting, chasing after her.

"ALICIA!" He shouted. She paused, sighed, ran a hand through her hair and turned slowly around.

"I'm worn out of fighting, okay? I can't do it anymore. And you're with Claire," She said softly.

"I am not! The day I made you cry because of that...every night I kept replaying that scene in my head. I couldn't stop watching you leave me over and over again, crying each and every time, because of me. I broke up with her, because I love you. And it kills me to know that I hurt you so much." He shook his head.

"You need some time to make sure this is what you want. And you need to get some help. I can't be treated like that ever again. I'm not capable of holding on if that happens again," She said.

"I've had some time! I'm here, aren't I? I'm sure and I'm sorry and I have changed," He protested. And she turned and went to walk away once again, leaving him there alone, dying slowly on the inside. "I'm going to keep waiting for you," he called after her. And it was true. He'd wait for her as long as he needed to. "Come back to me," He whispered. All he wanted was for her to come back and take him back with open arms and a wide smile on her face. And he'd take her anyways, no matter what she had to say about her part in their problems.