SOOO. I haven't done this in a while but got inspiration to write by TLAT (the Life and Times) which I strongly suggest anybody and everybody to read if they are big Harry Potter (or even bigger James and Lily fans) to read. I got a lot of inspiration from that and I hope that this first chapter doesn't too strongly resemble it because I did get a lot of inspiration from it.
Ugh, I love it so so so so so so so much.
Anyways, I thought that I'd write again. I did write something from the clique before but this time I wanted to do something differnent , and I do hope to please.
I don't own the Clique but I do own this story so tada enjoy!
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Chapter One
Summer, Change, and Barbecue.
Dear Mr. Alcibur,
High school sucks.
I didn't think that the start of junior year would...well, start off sucking so bad. I'm also sorry if this language isn't right for an English paper. This probably won't do me too well considering the fact that this is the first grade of the year, but I really don't care.
It's only the fourth day, you're giving me work and there's already drama.
I would have stayed in London if I knew something like this was going to happen.
I don't know if you know how things work around here in the Westchester community. If you don't... then you're the lucky one here.
Westchester reeks of the constant need to please simple minded people that won't matter in five years or so. The same it is in high school and it's much worse here at Westchester prep. I mean honestly, you could probably tell this place was horrible the day you walked in. From the high strung girls to the ass hole (sorry) boys, it's like hell. I would have rather stuck my head on the pikes on the tower of London then come back here. I'm starting to wish I did...
Anyways, it all started at my parent's yearly end-of-the-summer barbecue. My parents, of course, get someone to cater a shit ton (again, so sorry) of barbecue and play music while they entertain their business partners, Westchester Club House ladies, politicians, and what not. Of course us "kids" in their eyes go around and swim in the pool and hang out by the fire and picnic by the trees, careful not to disturb any of our parents or the other higher up Westcehster officials.
I usually enjoy myself.
My parents leave me alone with my friends, and I leave them alone with their prospects. It's all well and done.
But considering the huge falling out the end of sophomore year with the soccer boys, I should have known that the whole thing was going to end badly...
Massie Block rummaged through her belongings. All 4 brown leathery large Louis Vuitton rolling luggage bags lay to the side of the white pristine carpets that Massie had missed so so much.
It's good to be home.
London was fascinating. London was grand.
From the Big Ben to Buckingham Palace, the London Eye all the way to the infamous Tower of London...Massie had a great time away from all the Westchester drama she was accustomed to as queen bee and alpha to the Pretty Committee. Four years later and they were still calling themselves that, Massie mused to her self as she twirled light honey brown locks through her fingertips.
She tapped her fingers on the white desk and stared down at a golden picture frame.
Between the frames was a picture of Massie, Alicia, Dylan, Kristen, and Claire the beginning of freshman year. They had just removed themselves from the Briarwood boys, cutting all ties and relationships. That was the summer they had all bonded. That was the summer Massie missed the most. She smiled fondly and bit her lip. Oh, did she miss it.
Massie's hair was a lot darker and more natural (that was before she discovered the addiction to hair dye) and her smile was wide and innocnet. Alicia had her arm wrapped around Massie's neck and the Spanish beauty smiled that same seductive smile she had back then that stayed the same even now.
God, Alicia was always so perfect.
Dylan stuck her tongue out while Kristen winked at the camera, not so seductively but in a humorous way that Kristen always seemed to have when the usually uppity sporty blonde babe wasn't doing anything school related. Not many probably guessed, but when Kristen let loose she was the undeniably the most care free out of all of them. Too bad she always had her nose in a book.
Then there was Claire.
Massie had missed her so much.
Claire's blonde hair was pin straight and her hair was clipped back at the sides. She was even more innocent then than she was now. Claire smiled her usual comforting smile, with all the kindness in those baby blue eyes.
"Massie?"
Speak of the devil...or angel in Claire's case.
"Claire!" Massie turned around, wearing a big grin on her face.
"Mass I can't believe it's you!" Claire made her way to the other side of the room where the PC alpha stood.
The two girls embraced, both wearing a smile that spread from ear to ear.
"Oh please Claire, you act as if I went off to war," Massie rolled her eyes as the two girls pulled away form each other.
"You might as well have," Claire grinnned. "Seriously Mass it's been so boring here with out you."
"I know," Massie winked.
Claire plopped down on the queen sized bed while Massie began to unpack a few things.
"Did Alicia make it home yet?" Massie asked as she pulled out a shimmery red dress that was folded into a perfect square. She eyed it carefully. Why did she ever buy it? Ugh.
"Yeah. Got back last week."
"Here," Massie threw the dress at Claire. "A present."
"Thanks Mass!"
Massie eyed one of her fellow PC members up and down. Claire was tan and had certainly become more toned. Maybe she joined a sport? No, that was so not Claire. Even a month away and she couldn't have changed that much. Maybe she started running. That was probably it. Claire had expressed joining Massie in her morning jogs right before she left for London. The tan was probably from life guarding at the Westchester Community Country Club. Her hair was much lighter, basically a platinum blonde and she seemed a lot more healthier considering all the drama that ensued the end of sophomore year.
But that could be expressed in detail much later on.
After all the unpacking was finished, Massie relaxed on her royal purple sofa chair, pushed all the way back by her dresser where usually there lay heaps of clothing. Outfit picking was a necessity, and a cure.
"So," Massie grinned wickedly. "What have I missed?"
Kristen Greggory loved the way Dempsey Solomon's lips felt around hers.
His strong hands gripped her hips roughly and lifted her onto his bed. He was so, so strong. Soccer and the work he did in Africa, building houses and what not helped him in that department. His body was toned and tanned and he was just perfect.
Perfect.
Perfect.
Perfect.
"Kris," he groaned, pushing her legs further apart with his knees.
How did she get so lucky?
After all the drama at the end of sophomore year and all the shit she had gone through with Kemp.
Dempsey's lips didn't feel like Kemp's. He was rough and sweet at the same time, while Kemp just shoved his tongue down her mouth and expected her to go along with whatever he wanted. Dempsey gave her what she wanted, while he took what he wanted too. He was perfect for her. Maybe not to the skill level like Kemp was in soccer, yet Dempsey played and Dempsey was damn good at it too.
Dempsey had crisp blonde hair, with wisps of caramel colored streaks that Kristen had grown to admire.
Kemp had brown hair, and no substance to it.
Dempsey had deep army green eyes. How ironic that it befit him so well.
Kemp's eyes were a deep blue, and not all that interesting. Not anymore, at least.
Dempsey had dinner with her family, and she the same.
The only time Kemp and Kristen had dinner together was in a restaurant at least an hour away from Westcehster, where they were likely not to know anybody.
Dempsey held her hand in public.
Kemp spited her in public and had his way with her in private.
All in all, Kemp was shit and Dempsey wasn't.
Kristen smiled as his lips were on her.
They weren't like Kemps' lips. He didn't kiss like Kemp. Not. At. All.
That was a good thing, right?
"Ugh, babe," Dempsey sighed, pushing her legs further and further apart.
Kristen arched her back and sighed happily.
No, he wasn't like Kemp at all.
…while Kristen flaunting her budding relationship with Dempsey Solomon in front of everyone's faces (with good reason of course) Kemp flaunted the fact that he had slept with two to four different girls a week at least and had been on so many dates that he had grown accustomed to calling girls "babe" or "doll" instead of their actual names, for the probable fact that he probably didn't even know their names.
Kemp and Kristen were the worst kept secret in the last few months of sophomore year.
It sucked.
It sucked real bad for poor Kristen. She cried on my bed for weeks upon weeks at time at the fact that Kemp had her all the time in secret yet in public they acted like they hated each other. At first, the duo thought it was hot.
I mean, come on, every body likes a good chase.
But then all of a sudden it wasn't fun anymore.
Kemp and Krsiten had gotten really messed up, and nobody noticed except both of their closest friends (the PC and the soccer boys).
They had a huge falling out the second to last week of school in third period.
Some girl was flirting with Kemp, and Kristen told her off. In return Kemp told her off and called her crazy. Krstien raged, and in fact, did look pretty crazy. She threw her chemistry book at Kemp's face and revealed their whole little "affair."
To say the least, it didn't end well.
The next week after both of their suspensions (which Mr. and Mrs. Greggory did not take lightly) Kemp had two girls stuck to his side and Kristen met Dempsey, one of the hottest Varsity starters in the Valmont Valley Black Hawks soccer team, also known as the Westchester Prep Crusader's rivals.
Kemp could hide it all he wanted. It hurt him, a lot.
He always thought that Kristen would crawl back to him, and she never did.
She still didn't...
"Loose the skirt and replace with jeans," Alicia eyed Dylan warily. "The shirt's already to much glam especially with the necklace."
Dylan twisted around in front of the mirror in Saks on 5th ave, and sighed. No matter how hard she tried, no matter what clothes she bought and the fiery red head never nearly look as good as Alicia.
While Dylan tried on clothing after clothing, skirt after shirt after skirt, nothing worked on her. Why would it?
Nothing ever did.
Alicia was slumped on the red velvet couch and scrolled through the catalog that rested between her lap.
The Spanish beauty wore jeans and plain nude pumps. A low red tube top fit her nicely. Every single curve of her was just perfect.
It mad Dylan sick.
Alicia was tan.
Dylan was pasty white.
Alicia had dimples, and made even those look hawt.
Dylan had freckles, and it only added to the ginger thing.
Alicia's hair was perfect, sleek, dark, beautiful.
Dylan's hair was dyed so it could look fiery and red instead of not the lame washed up orange Velma hair she was naturally born with.
Alicia.
Fuck, even the name was prettier.
"Guess who texted me last night," Alicia gushed, sitting up right.
"Who?" Dylan asked as she slipped the shimmery black top up over her head. She tried on a electric blue dress.
Of course, it clashed with her hair.
Another problem, and no surprise there.
"Landon," Alicia giggled.
"Crane? From Valmont."
"That's the one. The hottie with the body."
Alicia's figners flew across the screen of her iPhone 6, probably texting or tweeting or maybe even both.
"Lucky you..."
Alicia looked up form her phone screen and bit her lip in sympathy. "Dyl..."
Dylan look up at Alicia from the mirror.
The Latina rose and stood next to her.
"Look at you, you're so pretty Dyl I wish you could see it."
"You have to say that," Dylan sighed as she pulled the dress over her head. Another failure.
"No, I don't," Alicia rolled her eyes. "We're the pretty committee and we are known for being honest. Even when we're not so nice about it."
"Yeah but we're friends and even you can't be so harsh as to call me fat."
Alicia grabbed the dress from Dylan's hands. She held it out and scrutinized it.
"Try this in black."
Dylan snatched it form Alicia's grasp. The Latina looked at her with surprise at her suddenness.
"What's the point Leesh. It's not like it's gonna look good anyways."
Alicia rolled her eyes, again. "You're way too hard on yourself. I don't see what the problem is Dyl. You're beautiful you know that."
No, no I don't.
"Thanks Leesh but your comforting words won't help me find a back to school outfit any faster."
"We'll hit the mall. We have the whole day."
Alicia phone beeped, signaling a text message.
She reached to grab her phone.
"We're gonna need a whole week to find something for me to wear," Dylan sighed and threw on another dress. It was red. It didn't clash, yet it still didn't look good on Dylan.
Of course, of course, of course.
Alicia suddenly grinned.
Dylan gave her an odd look and slipped out of the dress.
"We're gonna need two if you're going at this rate because we need outfits to the Block end-of-the-summer barbecue!"
Dylan smiled a real smile for once that day.
"Massie's back!"
...Mr. Alciber, this is where things get pretty bad.
Ugh, I should have known.
You see, all of this starts with the bane of my existence.
Derrick Harrington had long wispy golden brown hair. Like a Labrador, he was so commonly associated to with his hair. He had a nice strong jaw line, muscly arms, good skin, white teeth, and a certain air about him that made him perfect.
That was what everybody described him as, anyways...
Derrick Harrington walked like he owned the room, much like another alpha of the different sex.
He laughed a lot with his friends and when he winked at girls, it gave them an even bigger ego boost than getting a lot of likes on instagram.
Derrick was an athlete, and everybody loved an athlete.
In class he leaned back lazily, yet also with an air of profession surrounding him. He rarely paid any attention in class and was always joking around with his friends or doing something on his phone.
All girls loved Derrick. They always did from the beginning of school in Kindergarten to even now.
Derrick Harrington and his band of merry men (Chris, Cam, Josh, Kemp) were the most popular guys at Westchester Prep Academy. They played soccer, and had been the only freshman in the varsity team to be apart of the big win in the state championship of 2012. The five boys were dynamic, a force to be reckoned with.
They mostly threw all of the parties, or were always invited to thee parties. Each boy had something "trade mark" about them, something that made them unique.
While Derrick was clearly the golden boy, Cam was the rebel.
Cam Fisher had dirty blonde hair and his eyes frequently changed color. Blue to green, green to blue. Very indecisive, kinda like Cam himself. He never thought about what he was going to do next, he just did it.
Once Cam was sweet, but events throughout the last two years led him to where he was now. No, Fisher didn't break the law or anything, he was just the hot "bad boy" all girls wanted. He didn't wear dark makeup and didn't frequently brood like Edward Cullen from Twilight, Cam just had that air about him that gave him the "rebel" title. Maybe it was the hand-me-down vintage leather jacket given to him by Harris Fisher, his older and cool brother who passed down all his partying ways and high school tips to the soccer boys.
Josh Hotz, was the smart yet manipulative one in the group. He was described to girls as hot, which was ironic because of his last name. He knew how to make the ladies swoon, as did he also know how to manipulate people into getting what he wanted. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Josh's skills of persuasion helped the soccer boys a lot (getting a key to the old teachers lounge on the 3rd floor, access to the Westchester Country Club pool at night, free food whenever they went to the Diner at Henri's).
He was described as the male version of Alicia Rivera, except he could run and was athletic and it was very much known that the hot Latina could not run and most definitely not athletic in any way, shape, or form.
Kemp was the party animal. He was wild, and rash in his decisions. When it came to any sort of diplomacy and reasoning, well you see there was none when it came to Kemp.
Kemp Hurley was all about parties, women, and booze. He knew nothing else.
Chris Plovert was the kind one in the group. Also a big fan of partying like everyone else, Chris was the humorous one. He cut tension in a room with witty remarks and always had some kind of one liner headed your way in any situation. Chris made people laugh, hell Chris laughed a great deal himself.
He had brown hair, and a certain undeniable charm that made girls eat him up.
All in all the boys were the perfect groups. Athletic, funny, charming, and they loved to party. Every girl wanted to hook up with at least one of them, if not all of them.
But before they were who they were, the infamous Varsity Soccer boys, the hotties, and whatever else people called them...they belonged to the PC and the PC were their girls. They were each others innocent middle school crushes, turned into spiteful ex-friends, turned into friends, turned into more, and now nothing.
There was always tension in the halls when the two groups came about each other.
But the boys were glad to be away from the Pretty Committee for a whole summer, and even more happy to be away at camp at Long Lake, Upstate New York.
It was relaxing and everything the boys wanted was there.
The lake, sports, food, and relaxation. There was something nice about being surrounded by the tall green forest trees, breathing the clear crisp air, and having a nice fire at night.
Of course there were also lake parties, in which the boys participated in. First Chris Plovert founded the camp, and started going with his family about five years ago. Then when the boys were old enough they had their parents drop them off and pick them up. Now all five boys squeezed into Derrick's jeep and adventured through the trails until they came to their second summer home. Long Lake was beautiful and just what they needed.
A whole two weeks of swimming, camp fires, camp girls, parties, and freedom from Westchester drama.
It was amazing.
But school was starting and Long Lake grew smaller and smaller from sight as the boys drove off and headed back home.
"This sucks," Chris sighed.
"Yeah, I don't wanna go back," Josh groaned and slumped back on his seat.
Kemp's head rested on the window and his mouth was wide open, eyes closed, fast asleep.
"I can't believe Hurley's still hung over," Josh mused, indicating towards the sleepy boy next to him.
"No, what I can't believe is that Derrick didn't drink last night," Cam turned to the three boys in the back, laughing. "Seriously man, how did you do it?"
"Shut up. Someone had to drive."
"Too bad, Rebecca Farling was eyeing you up all night long." The boys snickered in the back at Cam's remark. Derrick had been trying to get her the whole two weeks they were there, yet the girl just didn't budge. Finally last night she was willing and weirdly Derrick wasn't, and it wasn't just because he didn't drink. He just didn't want her.
"Got a lot on my mind," Derrick gritted his teeth.
"Whatever man," Cam dismissed their conversation and leaned his head against the window much like Kemp, and fell asleep soon.
It would be a long two hour ride back to Westchester, and Cam wanted to get his sleep. Josh wanted the ride to end, Chris wasnted to go back, and Derrick was determined to not think about Massie Block. Not even once.
"Massie sweetie, you need to get ready," Kendra Block ordered as she slipped on wedges, all the while frantically talking to the caterer on the phone.
"Yes of course we need salads. There are going to be Westchester house wives here, not a wild pack of dogs."
Massie rolled her eyes as she listened to her mother talk.
Kendra Block was a sensible woman. Though she gave the appearance of the regular high strung, needy, rich, bitchy hosue wife, Kendra was actually loving and caring and good natured beneath it all. She was always wanting to impress someone, and unfortunately that trait had passed down to Massie.
She loved her mother, of course she did. She loved her dearly yet sometimes Massie looked at Kendra and wondered if that would be her life. Would she marry some rich CEO type and live out her days planning barbecues and social events and not having time to herself?
That was the life Massie saw herself having when she was younger. It was what every young rich preteen girl saw themselves having here at Westchester. Go to school at some fancy university, probably join a sorority, after have a internship at some fashion place whatever which was probably bought by their parents, meeting prince charming then living out their days in some big house that seemed empty 24/7.
It was sad to think about it, yet her mom seemed happy enough.
William Block was a good man, a loving husband, a great father. He excelled in business and diplomacy, as well as coming home in time for dinner and having weekend get-aways at the lake with his family and the Lyons'.
Even so, it wasn't the life that Massie wanted. It was before but not anymore. In fact, it scared the shit out of her.
"Mass, are you really going to wear that," her mother pursed her lips as she took the phone away from her ear.
Massie looked down at her jean shorts and Alice+Olivia red top. It was casual. It said "barbecue." But even Massie should have known it wasn't up to Westchester taste.
"I'll change into a romper."
"Cute, cute," Kendra smiled. A voice spoke in the phone and Kendra bit back a laugh. "No. No I'm so sorry Horatio I wasn't speaking to you. Yes, yes we will make the payment. Don't you worry. Okay. Great! See you soon! Buh-bye."
Massie walked up the spiral steps to her bed room and threw the top over her head and the shorts down her legs. She admired her tan for a moment in the mirror. Though London was usally dreary and rainy, she did like how she tanned on the few good days there, as well was she glad that she knew the miracles of tanning beds.
After changing into a floral romper and strapping on some wedges, Massie applied a coat of lip gloss and gave herself one more glance at the mirror.
She was ready and perfect.
Or at least that's what she wanted every one to think.
Massie Block wanted people to think that every time she rolled out of bed, no matter what she wore she was perfect. She would always spray herself with white citrus perfume before going on a run, and when everybody asked how she smelled so good Massie would just shrug and say it was natural. It was her sweat.
It wasn't.
Massie Block wasn't perfect. She hid behind coats of lip gloss, make up, and a confidence boost she received from years of being the pretty committee alpha.
There was nothing perfect about her.
After all, she couldn't keep Derrick.
She frowned in the mirror. There it was. The bothersome little tick that followed her around all summer.
When freshman year began, the PC and the former Briarwood not Westchester Prep boys had made peace and finally decided to be friends once more. By October, Claire and Cam were dating again and he was the sweet prince she always wanted. Dylan and Chris joked around and made each other laugh. Alicia and Josh became class representatives together, Kemp and Kristen tutored each other. Kemp in soccer and Kristen in academics, then one day it became something so, so much more.
But then there left Derrick and Massie.
As a joke, Derrick frequently asked Massie out almost everyday freshman year. He was still funny and quirky and the same boy she knew who wiggled his butt every time he blocked a goal during a soccer game.
Despite her "higher up" behavior and the way she held herself in public, she secretly liked that Derrick always asked her out. She turned him down of course. It was always a joke between them. That was just how they worked.
Derrick would have a girlfriend, and still ask Massie Block out.
Massie had boy problems and confided in Derrick.
It was all okay until one day it just wasn't.
The beginning of sophomore year and Derrick barely uttered a word to her. Maybe winning State Championship his freshman year made his head double sizes. Massie would joke around with him, kick his legs underneath the table. She even invited him to her Halloween party which he and the other boys ditched for a college party at NYU which Harris Fisher invited the boys to (at the time Fisher dated some hot blonde NYU art student).
Massie was hurt to be honest. So, so, so hurt.
Then she ignored him and things only went downhill.
Chris' jokes weren't so funny to Dylan anymore, Josh and Alicia grew further and further apart with all the work and side romances they participated in, Kemp and Kirsten had their huge falling out, then Cam thought he was too good enough for purity princess Claire Lyons.
By the end of sophomore year, the PC and the soccer boys didn't talk and all the years of crushes and friendships vanished into thin air.
The groups were like ships at night, sailing past each other and not looking back even once for fear of retaliation.
"Massie! Come down! The guests have arrived!" Kendra Block's voice cut through Massie's thoughts. She jumped and hit her knee off her dresser.
Her chestnut curls bounced on every step as she ran down the steps. Both Mr. and Mrs. Block had a thing for tardiness. They didn't like it, and Massie seemed to be late to everything.
William Block opened the door to his home and in poured the sunlight, blinding Massie's face.
"Massie!" a dark haired girl ran past Mr. Block.
William laughed and greeted her father.
"Leesh!" Massie hugged her best friend and beta to the PC tightly. "Ugh, I've missed you!"
"Me too! OMG we have so much to talk about! First, tell me all about London. Were there any cute boys? Did you meet the David Beckham!?"
"Calm down Leesh," Massie laughed. Alicia wore a red romper and black wedges, almost twinning Massie's outfit. Her hair was in a tight pony tail behind her, yet curled. She was, as usual, perfect. Massie didn't doubt that Alicia's perfection wasn't all planned out. Leesh probably woke up pretty and prim and proper and perfect. Massie, as much as she liked to fake it, didn't.
"Sorry, I'm just soooooo happy you're home," spoke the dark haired girl hurridly. Suddenly, she frowned, "...so I'm guessing you didn't meet David?"
Massie laughed.
"At least tell me you met Victoria."
Massie shook her head, clearly amused.
"Then what about Brooklyn?" Alicia wiggled her brows.
"Oh shut up about the Beckhams! I met none of them idiot."
"Hey, hey watch the language," Alicia joked.
The girls linked arms and headed for the back yard. Little did they know that in two hours drama would ensue.
...so this is where things go really bad.
Warning: Despite the events to come, I swear this wasn't the pretty committee's fault. When I say that I mean, we didn't start it.
Kemp Hurley swaggered in to the Blocks' end-of-the-summer barbecue with a daring smile on his face. Behind him was Chris, who was busy fixing his light baby blue tie.
"I don't know why you wore that thing Plovert, you look ridiculous," Kemp said with a lazy grin. He scanned the room for girls and found a group giggling over to where the two boys stood.
"Oh shut up Kemp. My mother told me to wear it."
"Awh, little momma's boy," Kemp laughed as he locked Chris's head between one arm and dug his elbow of the other arm on his head.
"Ow! Ouch! Hey watch it Hurley!" Chris laughed as he struggled from Kemp's grip.
A figure came towards them holding up two wine glasses. It was Josh, and he wore a pink polo shirt.
How classic.
"The Blocks sure do know their fine wine," Josh mused as he handed a drink to both Kemp and Chris. "I'm so glad you idiots finally made it. If I had to listen to Kendra Block talk about the country club prospering one more time I was going to loose it."
"Kendra Block's hot. I see where Massie gets it," Kemp wriggled his brows in obvious amusement.
"Watch out, that's Derricks girl," Chris joked.
All three boys threw their heads back and laughed.
"Look over there Hurley, Kristen Greggory sure does look fit as fuck," Josh whistled.
Kemp clenched his jaw. Kristen did look good.
Her hair had grown an inch or maybe even two longer, and her hair was a much lighter blonde although still maintaining it's golden streaks. Her body was super toned and fit from soccer and her tan...
"She looks alright," Kemp tilted his head, watching her hips sway in those mini white shorts.
"Yeah," Chris laughed into his drink. "If alright means hot..."
Kemp punched him in the shoulder. "I don't know why everybody loves the pretty committee so much."
"Well...we did at some point," Chris pointed out.
"Yeah and at some point I sucked my thumb," Kemp rolled his eyes. "We all grow out of things. I just wish everybody else saw those girls for what they really are. Manipulative sluts."
Josh whistled low. "Damn Hurley, alright harsh yeah?"
Kemp arched a brow. "Oh, please do not tell me you're fucking Rivera or something. Is that why you're standing up for them?" He turned to Chris. "And are you all buddy buddy with Marvil again? Remember how that turend out last time," Kemp sneered.
"Shit man it was all just a joke. What? Can't I say if a girl's hot or not?" Chris bit out.
Josh ticked the heel of his Ralph Lauren shoes into the dirt, trying to look interested in it instead of getting into the heated conversation. Luckily, the other two members of the boys' little clan joined.
Derrick looked a bit glum, probably because he was in the house of the "she-wolf" (as Derrick liked to call her). Cam wore a lazy smile over his face. His eyes looked tired and he had his hands casually in his pockets when they walked over.
"Trouble in paradise?" Cam smiled.
"Shut it Fisher," Kemp rolled his eyes.
"Ouch. Never mind then, forget I asked." Cam turned his attention towards Derrick. "Still brooding over Mass?"
"I'm not brooding over anybody," Derrick sighed. "I just don't like being here is all."
"If it makes you feel any better man, I saw Mrs. Block eyeing you up. Maybe you can go for the mama bear instead of the baby cub? Just a suggestion though," Chris laughed. "After all, if you broke apart their marriage Mass would hate you even more than she already does."
"That's just what I need," Derrick sighed once more as he reached to grab a wine glass from a waiter walking around. "The Blocks sure do know how to make a casual barbecue into something fancy."
"The Blocks excel in diplomacy," Josh spoke. "I mean, this party isn't just meant for the little kids to splash around in the pool."
"Remember when we were those little kids?" Derrick mused as the boys turned and watched little children dive into the Blocks' pool. Stone outlined the shapely blue pool, almost giving it a forest-y charm to it. There was a waterfall at one end, with rocks forming upward to where there was a hot tub, but that wasn't accessible at the moment. Lawn chairs were facing out towards the pool, where the little children played around as well.
Derrick remembered when he came over for summers as they were growing up. Massie started tanning out on the lawn chairs while Derrick still childishly played in the pool, asking why Mass didn't join him anymore. She started bringing more girls over, and all together Derrick stopped coming. He discovered that swimming with his guy friends at a public pool was more fun anyways, yet there wasn't the same charm as being innocent and childish with Massie Block, before she was thee Massie Block everybody knew.
It was nice to think back on, but memories were just that.
Memories.
Sure, it was nice to look back but when you looked back you were lost. It was much better to look forward anyways.
The Block's back yard looked as if it were decorated for a wedding. A fire pit to the side by a huddle of tall trees, although it wasn't lit yet. A hammock suspended from in between two tree trunks, and currently a young couple occupied it. The patio was large and smelled of the barbecue. There was an outside bar to the side and all of the adults lingered and mingled around that area. Music played, something that sounded like the Beattles instead of something more modern. Not like Derrick minded anyways. He, personally, like it a lot better than some of the modern music now in this day and age.
The air was thick in the heat, yet there was something magical and relaxing at the Blocks'. It was as if the boys were back in camp and there was no drama.
How they were so wrong though.
Drama came just around the corner, and it started in the form of Dempsey Solomon.
….I don't know if Kristen is just dumb or suicidal.
Isn't she supposed to be the smart one? You probably have no idea what I'm talking about Mr. Alcibur but if you knew Kristen Greggory you knew that she was the most rational of the group and bringing a Valmont Valley soccer player especially when she knew that the soccer boys from our school were going to be there, was a dumb move.
Kristen isn't dumb though.
I guess she just wanted to die and bring us all with her or something.
Dempsey's arms covered most of Kristen in general as the pair lay on a hammock suspending between two trunks at the Block's back yard. Kristen smiled up at him lovingly and he kissed her nose.
Perfect, she thought. Too perfect...
"Kris, wanna get food? I'm starved."
"Sure," Kristen untangled herself form him and made her way to the patio.
As the pair walked on, they were stopped by four girls on a blanket with a picnic basket in the middle and a variety of food placed out all over them.
"Kristen, don't you wanna sit?" Massie peered up at Kris, covering her eyes from the glaring sunlight.
"Uh, sure?" Kristen looked up at Dempsey's figure, hesitant.
"It's alright babe," Dempsey kissed her cheek. "I'll be quick anyways. Have fun with your friends."
Kristen gave him a loving smile and plopped down between Claire and Dylan. Claire munched on a sandwich while Dylan picked at her salad.
"I forgot how nice this was," Kristen smiled as she leaned back on the palm of her hands, letting her body bask in the warm sunlight.
"Ugh, I know right. As much as I loved London, the weather is absolute crap. I needed some sun in my life before I turned into a vampire," Massie spoke.
Alicia was busy texting away on her phone and looked up every now and then when a conversation arrived that gave her some potential interest. All in all, the Latina was very much distracted.
"So," Massie gave Kristen a mischievous smile. She had that prying, gossiping gleam in her eyes as if she were going to get an inside scoop on something. Mass should jut be a reporter, Kristen mused to herself as she waited for Massie to say something. "I hear you and Dempsey Solomon have been dating for three months now."
"Yeah," Kristen blushed and looked down at her yellow painted toe nails.
"Don't be shy Kris, he is absolutely adorable!" Massie gushed.
Claire nodded her head in agreement, her mouth busy swallowing her sandwich.
From the distance a sheer giggle was heard and the girls look on towards Olivia Ryan, who pressed herself up on Cam Fisher.
Claire frowned and swallowed her sandwich. The blonde sighed and drank her orange juice, suddenly looking interesting on the nutritional facts to take her attention away from Cam and Olivia. It didn't work however since she kept stealing glances at them from where the pretty committee sat.
"Ugh, can Olivia Ryan get anymore sluttier?" Dylan groaned.
"Probably," Alicia spoke as she looked up from her phone.
"You should know," Massie rolled her eyes. "You were bffs with her once."
"Once," Alicia pressed. "People grow out of things you know."
Massie shrugged off the awkwardness that had just come from that tiny conversation then went back to talking about London to Kristen. It was then that Dylan spat out her wine all over Claire's baby blue shirt.
"EW! Dyl!" Claire moaned. "Ew, that was my new shirt!"
"You'll forgive me when you see that!" Dylan pointed near the entrance by the driveway. There stood Kemp tall and proud, grabbing Dempsey by the collar of his shirt and every so slightly lifting him up off his feet.
"Kemp!" Kristen shrieked as she bolted from the blanket and ran full speed towards the boys. Luckily, no adults looked on. They were too caught up in their own conversations and probably business deals to even notice. It was like that all the time though, or so at least it was here at good ol' Westchester.
"Kemp! Stop it! You're hurting him!" Kristen pryed Kemp's hands away from Dempsey, who, in the first time since they started dating, looked furious.
Once Kemp's grip was released from Dempsey's shirt, the tall dirty blonde haired boy shoved Kristen from him. This sparked a reaction from all the girls at the picnic blanket, who in which all rose and made their way over to where the boys stood.
Luckily, still, nobody other than them noticed.
"What's you're problem Hurley!?" Kristen snarled, glaring dagger into Kemp's blue eyes.
Blue, blue, beautiful blue. Her stomach ached. It was hard to look into them again, after everything. She didn't care though. He was out of line and she was furious.
"You're prince charming boy friend just pushed you and I'm the one with the problem?" Kemp laughed almost like a maniac. His eyes were wild. "Straighten out your priorities Greggory, honestly you sure do know how to pick em'."
"I straightened out my priorities after I was done seeing you!" Kristen pointed an accusing finger at Kemp's chest.
"You mean after you were done sleeping around with me?" Kemp sneered, and shoved her hand away from him.
"Don't touch my girlfriend!" Dempsey snarled, becoming very defensive.
"I already did! There's nothing on her that I didn't touch."
The girls had just arrived to the huge mess when Dempsey Solomon's fist connected with Kemp Hurley's jaw, and the brown haired, blue eyed boy stumbled back and fell to Blocks' driveway with a loud thud.
This of course attracted the attention of the soccer boys, as they ran to their friend's side.
"Stop it Dempsey he's not worth it!" Kristen cried as she put herself between Kemp and Demspey.
"You're girlfriend didn't tell me to stop it four months ago Solomon," Kemp gave the pair a sly smile as he wiped blood that dripped from his nose.
"Shut it Kemp!" Kristen screamed.
Dempsey tried to push himself past Kristen and let his arm swing back, but another strong arm caught it. Dempsey turned around, bewildered, when Derrick Harrington's first connected with his jaw and the Valmont Valley soccer player doubled back and fell onto Kemp.
"AHHH!" Dempsey cried out as he clutched his jaw. "You dick!"
"What the fuck Derrick!" Kristen cried, tears slipping through her eyes and down her cheeks. She pulled Dempsey up, but he only sat up and put his head in her chest. "You've just ruined everything!"
"He punched my friend first Kristen! What did you want me to do?"
Massie glared daggers at him and pulled him away from the pair. "You always have to make a scene Derrick! What the fuck is wrong with you! I thought you would have grown up yet here you are."
Derrick gave her an odd grin. "Well, well, well, I didn't know I was good enough for the queen to speak to. I'm so happy!" he said sarcastically.
"Me!?" Massie gasped. "You act as if it wasn't you who suddenly stopped talking to me!"
Massie and Derrick glared at each other. Their anger filled the little area, or so it seemed. The heat from their bodies was dynamic, and rather scary. Wherever these two went, there was a flame that burned brighter and brighter following them. It burned and burned through everything, even their relationship...until there was nothing left.
"You're girl started the fight here Block."
"Oh, please Harrington you act as if Kemp isn't a crazed dog! He's just like you. You're their ring leader and you've made them all into barking wild animals," Massie huffed, pressing her arms across her chest.
Derrick glanced down at her chest, with her breathing heavy and her arms crossed pushing her chest up. Still so hot when she's angry... Derrick pushed those thoughts out of his mind when he saw her eyes darken into his own. He forgot how much of a bitch she could be, despite her attempts on hiding it.
"Just leave it Mass. For once this isn't our battle," Derrick sighed as he pushed past Massie and turned to leave.
"You're not going Derrick! You just punched the guy in the face and you act as if there isn't going to be a consequence!" Massie drew him back, pulling him back into the circle where both of their groups stood around and in the middle the "love triangle" of Kemp, Kristen, and Dempsey Solomon. "This is just like you to do," Massie pushed him closer and closer to his boys until Chris caught him before he pushed back to him. "You always start trouble and then jut walk away as if you can get away with whatever. Well guess what? Not this time Harrington."
"Damn Mass," Josh spoke out. "You sound like a crazed ex-girlfriend."
"Well...she kinda is," Chris tried to joke, yet knew it was the wrong place and time by the glares he received from the pretty committee.
"Oh shut it Josh," Alicia huffed. "You always have a comment to make."
"Better than you Leesh," Josh' tone was ugly and rude. "All you're used to is keeping quiet and spreading your legs open."
This shut Alicia up, yet there was a look of hurt in her eyes in which Josh immediately regretted his words. He reached out, as if to apologize but Derrick slapped hand away.
"We owe nothing to them guys. You're all a bunch of vindictive bitches, and honestly I feel bad. If Massie wasn't leading you all around with a tight leash around your necks then maybe you guys would be decent."
"Shut up!" Massie screeched. Her hair was wild in the thick summer heat, and her anger only helped it (or in this case made it worse). "You think you know everything Derrick but you're not a king or god or whatever you think you are!"
"Seriously," Dylan, surprisingly, spoke up. "You guys need to pull your heads out of your ass and realize that not everybody loves you."
Alicia turned to her, surprise in her eyes.
"Us? Are you kidding me?" Cam laughed. "That's a joke right? You always were the funny girl out of the group Dyl."
"Don't call me that," Dylan crossed her arms. "Only my friends call me that."
Claire turned sheepishly from Cam's gaze, and turned to look out at the patio. Still nobody noticed.
"Whatever," Derrick sighed and looked down at Dempsey who had moved somehow in the midst of the argument to the side of the brick wall where Kristen clutched his hand and attempted to peer at his most likely dislocated jaw. Kemp stood next to Cam and looked over at the pair with a dark expression. "Let's go guys."
Derrick began to walk away with the boys at his side when Massie had decided she wasn't going to jut let that happen.
The brunette moved past the boys quickly so she was in front of Derrick and walked backwards so she faced him the entire time, anger in her eyes, never subsiding.
"Stop running away Derrick! You can't just do that anymore! You can't keep hurting people over and over and over again and expect nothing bad to happen to you! I'm sick of it!" Massie's voice was hoarse, and, almost hurt even. Heads began to turn at the pair as the boys stopped walking behind Derrick, while the two alphas still walked on.
They were fire. A flame burning past everything. A force to be reckoned with.
"Just leave it Mass."
"No."
"I said, drop it," Derrick's voice was low and rough.
"Stop hurting people. Stop hurting me," Massie whispered.
Derrick stopped but Massie didn't. His eyes widened when he saw which direction she was going. "Mass!" he reached out but it was too late. Massie tripped back to her own pool and a large splash was heard, which finally got the attention of all of the adults.
Kendra Block ran to her daughter as did the pretty committee. Mr. Block tried to reasure the guests, in which he then saw the hurt Dempsey leaning against the wall with blood out of his nose.
Luckily for Dempsey, there was quite a number of doctors there that day.
"Massie!" Claire cried out as she held out her hand for Massie to grab. She along with Mrs. Block pulled Massie out of the pool.
Teeth chattering, Massie looked around her, alarmed, as if it were the biggest shock of her life. She coughed out water and gasped for breath.
"Dear are you okay?" Mrs. Block put her hand over her mouth. "Oh you poor thing, let's get you changed," Kendra grabbed a towel from one of the lawn chairs and threw it over her daughter's cold wet shoulders.
Massie didn't care for it though.
Dripping water down every side of her, teeth chattering, and the worst of it all...wet hair, and yet Massie didn't even care. She looked around the lawn for the one pair of deep chocolaty brown eyes that she wanted so desperately to see, yet it wasn't there staring back at her as it was not even a minute ago.
Looking at the drive way, she saw his back retreating as well as the backs of the other boys.
Turn around Derrick. Turn around. Please. Dammit. Turn. Around.
But he didn't, and Massie mentally slapped herself for thinking that she could get some sort of reaction out of Derrick Harrington. After all, what was she thinking?
Things hadn't changed.
Nothing changed, not even a bit.
...you see Mr. Alcibur. I told you it wasn't my fault. It wasn't the pretty committee's fault at all. In fact, I believe at least, that the only fault we had in any of this was falling for idiot boys as the soccer boys.
It's stupid really. Thinking that things would change and go back to normal. I was an idiot for thinking that.
Me, Massie Block, a complete idiot or Derrick Harrington. What's new there?
Mr. Alcibur, I know what you're thinking. I'm just some dumb love struck (or thinking that I am love struck) teen who is still prying after a boy who wasn't hers for two years now.
Well, I'm not.
I'm a teen who is trying to cling to something that she has known for all her life. Derrick and I were child hood friends. Derrick was my middle school crush. I had dated Derrick Harrington in my innocent girlish preteen/junior years. He was real.
Massie and Derrick.
Derrick and Massie.
Derrington and Block.
Harrington and Block.
Massington.
We were prefect. We fit well more than anyone and any other couple I knew. He's dynamic, flawless, athletic, brave, kind. He was everything that I dared to hope to be. Once we finally just became friends, he showed me how to be brave. He showed me how to be kind.
His friends got along with mine, even more so seeing as how they all dated. We were all great friends and I built friendships with his boys through us being together.
With Derrick, I felt like the prim and perfect Massie Block I always tried so hard to be, except with him it didn't feel like trying. It felt like breathing. Just as simple and natural as that.
To me, this is the story of Massie and Derrick, and this is how it ends.
Childhood friends, into prepubescent lovers, to now nothing.
…Mr. Alcibur, when does high school end? Graduation can't come quick enough.
-Massie Block
Little known to Massie and Derrick as well as all their friends that the year would bring about more than just that little dramatic incident a week before school started. The school years of 2015 and 2016 would bring drama, friendship, sex, relationships, change, ups, downs, scares, triumph, and love.
Chris Plovert would know true laughter.
Dylan Marvil would learn how to love herself.
Josh Hotz would find himself.
Alicia Rivera would find herself in one too many guys, before she learned she didn't need any of them.
Kemp Hurley would learn that even he had feelings.
Kristen Greggory would know true triumph.
Cam Fisher would learn how to love again.
Claire Lyons would learn how to be her own person.
Derrick Harrington would learn how to be truly brave.
Massie Block would see that there was perfection to being imperfect.
Yet, the ten of these young teens wouldn't know any of this. After all, graduation was far away and the first day of junior year hadn't even begun yet.
END! Hope you liked it a lot. This was shit ton of writing but I'm really trying to be better at it so, here ya go :)
Also, reviews would be grand and are the only reason as to why I even would continue to write 3