What Doesn't Kill You
A Clique Fan Fiction
Chapter 53

Pour a little crown in a dixie cup
Get the party started
Girl you make my speakers go boom boom
Dancing on the tailgate in a full moon
That kind thing makes a man go mhm
You're looking so good in what's left of those blue jeans

It was a party. A part for the PC and a party for the Briarwood boys. A few other select A-listers were there as well, but it was just small party on April 1st, the first day of spring-because it had been a hot spring so far. After all the drama with the girls-and the guys-Massie had figured they deserved a party. So at the overlook on the cliff just outside the town limits, everybody had met up at sunset at the little river side clearing, their cars speeding in four wheel drive to frame Massie-the first arrival-in a tail light circle.

"Need a refill?" Derrick asked Massie, leaning besides the hood of his car besides her. He took her Dixie cup from her and walked away without waiting for an answer. Massie shrugged. They might as well get the party started, right? The thing was...it was just so boring right now. Massie needed to change things, for her party's sake.

So, she walked around towards the driver's side of Derrick's truck, starting it up and plugging in her iPod, blaring an old Ray J song-Sexy Can I? Sometimes, it took those nineties and early 2000 songs to really get a party pumping. Then, Massie hopped up and walked towards the front of his car, climbing up onto the tailgate and dancing under the full moon's light, considering it her own spot light. She knew that all eyes were on her-in Westchester, which seemed to be going through a country phase with its local teenagers, this was the kind of thing that could drive a boy insane. After all, country wasn't a place on a map. Country was a way of life. It was simple and peaceful-happy and friendly. Country was blue jeans and a cowboy hat with some beer in a plastic cup and an imprompto party in the middle of nowhere. And Massie was loving that the stuck up and conceited people of Westchester were finally owning up to it and living it.

"Looking good," Derrick called to her as he walked back over. "Especially in what's left of those blue jeans," He winked, a devious smile on his face. Massie giggled as she hopped from the tailgate and crashed into him with a hug.

"Perv," She accused.

"Hey, if you're gonna wear shorts like that, you can't blame me for looking," He grinned, staring down at her long, bare legs and her ass that was just barely covered by the dark denim cut-off shorts that she'd made herself from an old pair of ruined Sevens jeans that were stained from a wrestling match with Derrick a few weeks ago.

"This is what it's all about...being young and everything, you know?" Massie smiled, leaning in closer to him.

"Even Alicia and Josh are happy," Derrick sighed.

"Yeah...Alicia really only had a few more months left to enjoy of that though," Massie sighed.

"It's true?" Derrick asked, looking down at her.

"Yup," Massie shook her head. "She's already almost two months along," Massie explained. "But hey-this is a party, so let's have some fun," Massie grinned, trying to brighten the mood.


The best buzz I'm ever gonna find
I'm a little drunk on you-and high on summertime

The best buzz I'm ever gonna find
Well if you ain't a ten you're a 9.9
Tipping and spillin that homemade wine on your tied up tshirt
Every little kiss is driving me wild
Throwing little cherry bombs into my life
Good God almight

Massie Block was the best buzz Derrick could wish for. No matter what he drank or how much...no matter what he did or how much of it-nothing could compare to the feeling Massie gave him. He was more than a little drunk on her, and a little high on the feeling of sprint time and just being a teenager. He wasn't going to be stupid like Josh and make a terrible mistake like he'd done. All he knew was that he was going to make sure Josh did the right thing here, because if he didn't, he'd hurt Alicia and that would hurt Massie.

"You're so beautiful," Derrick whispered as he kissed her. "You're a perfect ten,"

"Tens are only for special occasions," Massie muttered through their kiss.

"If you ain't a ten, you're a 9.9," Derrick whispered into her ear as he kissed a trail from her ear to the base of her neck. He was actually glad that Massie wasn't one of those crazy drunks who stumbled around, tipping things over and spilling their drinks on their tee shirts. Although, Derrick had to admit he would love to see the button down shirt Massie had tied right below her boobs dripping wet from something, just so he could see right through it. But, no, Massie was the kind of drunk who was up for anything-as long as it meant a hook up.

And Derrick knew it wasn't right when she was drunk, but every little kiss between them just drove him crazier and made him all the more ready to dive right into sex with her. She was the cherry bomb needed to make his fire an explosion. So, they;d slipped out of the party and into his car just a little early, driving away just a little, until they were in a place a little bit darker to shield themselves. And it just kept getting hotter and hotter.

"Can we stop this playing around?" Massie asked suddenly. "I want to fuck you, and I'm pretty sure I should be given what I want," She said boldly. God, she was so drunk.

She didn't wait for his answer, instead, she crawled onto of him and pushed him back against the bench seat of his truck, tearing his shirt of in an angry rush and unbuttoning his pants and taking them off as quickly as possible. And then she was giving him the best blow job he'd ever had. She was actually deep throating him. Derrick groaned as he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her towards him, kissing her as she undressed herself. He'd never seen Massie like this before. Sure, they'd had sex before, but it had never been anything like this. It was always great, of course, but this...? This was a different side of Massie. And Derrick couldn't say he minded it.

"God almighty," He shouted as Massie slid back down and resumed her blow job. Maybe he should get her this drunk all the time.