What Doesn't Kill You
A Clique Fan Fiction
Chapter 54
Now look at that pepper on the back of that bumper
She ain't even playing when she's shaking that rumper
And oh you ain't know she get lower than a muffler
Even with her girlfriends sow stopping with a hustler
The way she move her body she might see the Maserati
She wanna put it on me tryna show me her tsunami
Derrick Harrington sat on the steps outside of the school the following Monday with the rest of his friends, watching as groups of girls entered the school. They may all be taken-with the exception of Cam-but they were still guys, and they couldn't help but look sometimes. And, of course, they made the biggest scene when their own girls were entering. Cue, the PC's entrance.
Now, if nobody mentions what the girls were wearing today, the boys' reactions would just be perverted and silly. Kristen, having shed her mom approved wardrobe ages ago, was wearing a short little skirt in a navy blue plaid skirt with a white, off the shoulder, belly shirt and silver open toe pumps. Dylan was in in a hunter green, pencil mini skirt with a chocolate brown v-neck tee shirt and brown knee high boots. Alicia wore a pair of black leggings that hugged her perky butt to perfection, and a Ralph Lauren oversized button down, cinched at the waist with a golden belt that matched the heels she was wearing. And then there was Massie in a pair of cut off shorts, just a little bit longer than the ones she'd worn at the party, and a white Guess tee shirt with the brand studded in purple studs across her chest. She'd paired it with her favorite cowboy boots and that made up the PC.
"Look at Alicia's ass...no-wait..don't. It's all mine...wait, never mind-go ahead, because if you don't look you can't be jealous that I've got a girl like that," Josh bragged. He knew that soon Alicia would be showing, and he wanted everyone to be aware that she was sexy, before the comments began. He didn't want her to be taunted for the weight she'd start to put on. So he wanted her to know-as well as everybody else-that he thought she was the sexiest girl in all of the Pretty Committee.
"Kris isn't even fair...she's playing some kind of sick, twisted game-and she's winning," Kemp complained. "I mean, look at how she shakes her hips when she walks...it just forces me to stare and check her out!" He whined. Kemp didn't want to be a perv anymore. After his conversation with Kristen about how she felt about how he acted, he'd been trying to change. But sometimes she just made it so damn hard on him.
"Dylan's just plain old sexy-and it sucks, because she's so good in bed, but I can barely ever get her there," Plovert shook his head. "I mean, she gets lower than-nevermind," He blushed.
"Dude, she gives you a lap dance before you do it? Every time?" Kemp turned to Plovert, slightly envious.
"Yeah," Plovert shook his head, turning red in embarrassment.
"Lucky," Kemp glared.
The PC attracted looks from every single guy in the school, but the Briarwood boys had the best reactions.
"You should see Massie in bed...god, the way she moves her body? I don't know where she learned how to do that-and I personally don't think I want to know-but I'm grateful she did. And she loved to give it to me." Derrick bragged.
"How do you get her to go whenever you want?" Plovert asked Derrick. Plovert thought of Derrick as some sort of god and he worshipped his every move.
"It's easy-you get her drunk. Saturday night? After the party? That was all we did...and it went well into Sunday," Derrick smirked. He felt a little sick saying that aloud, but hey-he needed to make sure these boys knew who was in charge.
She make it hard to copy-always tight and never sloppy
And got her entourage and her own paparazzi
Now there she go again, riding through the stormy weather
You better button up if you wanna go get her
Cause it is what is is-everybody wanna love her
But when she pop it, boy you better run for cover
"So, Kemp-how's Kristen in bed? You never tell us about her," Derrick asked, trying to get the attention away from himself. He wasn't sure if his friends were amazed by his story, or disgusted by his confession.
Kemp froze for a second, thinking of what to say. He'd never actually slept with Kristen, but could he tell his friends that? Hell no! So, he had to lie.
"It's hard to copy her, that's for sure. Nobody's like her...and it's a little hard to explain. She's tight-and she's never sloppy, of course, or you know she'd be out on the curve," Kemp started, speaking low until the Pretty Committee was completely out of sight so he could make sure they couldn't hear him. Everybody was watching them, because they were the stars of BOCD. Of course, they were all saying something negative about them as well. He watched as Kristen walked away, ignoring everybody's comments that were trying to get her down. That was what he loved about her. "You know, just the usual sexy girl stuff," Kemp finished lamely. He couldn't lie about her anymore.
"Well, if you wanna get with Dylan, you better be prepared for a bumpy ride. I mean, it is what it is, right? Everybody wants her, but when you finally get her, you wish you didn't. Because she doesn't give it away easy. Of course, I love her-I'm an exception," Plovert rushed to add on the ending. He'd been voicing his real thoughts, but he realized how awful they sounded as soon as the words had left his mouth and entered the air for everyone to heart.
"Dude! That's how it is with Alicia!" Josh blurted. The two boys shared a smile and a high five.
"Massie's that way too, I guess," Derrick began slowly. "Although, you just sort of run for cover when you get her, because she's an animal...but, you know...you'd never want to give her up after you got a taste," Derrick shrugged.
"That's how I feel about Kris," Kemp lied right through his teeth. The lies were coming a little easier now. "She makes me want to do it all night long,"
"And we're going hard until the sun comes up. It's like a work out, trying to please Dylan," Plovert said quickly. This was a lie. But nobody else had to know that.
"Alicia doesn't play games...she gets those heads turning and she knows it. She practically breaks necks, and she knows that too. So I give her what she wants-not that it bothers me, of course," Josh smirked.
"Massie's like a cyclone," Derrick said.
"I can't believe you guys," Cam said in disgust. He'd been sitting here listening to his friends lie about their girls-the girls they supposedly loved-and make them out to be sluts. It sickened Cam. "Alicia's got looks. Kristen's got an ass. Dylan's got hips and curves. And Massie's got class," He snapped. "They're amazing and you guys are only focused on what you're getting from them and sex? That's disgusting," He shook his head and stormed off.
"What's his problem?" Kemp asked.
"Maybe it's his time of the month?" Josh snickered.
"Something's gotten into Cam," Plovert sighed.
"Maybe he's about to finally come out of the closet," Derrick smirked.
