Sorry to those of you who are major Massie fans, because I'm being a little harsh. I just think that she needs to realize that rich, mean, and beautiful doesn't make you popular.
CARSON PARK
THE BASKETBALL COURT
Tuesday, March 2nd
2:30
"Ehmygawd, where is he!" Dylan screamed, hoping up and down in the cold.
"It's only been 5 minutes. Don't worry, he'll be here," Alicia said, searching the crowd for any guy who seemed to be paying attention to them. Another five minutes past and Dylan was about ready to leave, feeling like the whole thing must have been a trick by Massie or something.
Dylan felt a tap on her back and the 3 girls turned around. Dylan's wide emerald eyes went from filled with hope to being frustrated and annoyed.
"Who are you?" Dylan asked with a tinge of disgust. If they boy standing there was her secret admirer, she didn't want to hurt his feelings. She didn't want to end up like Massie, who was standing on the other side of the Basketball court, flirting with Derrington.
"I… I'm- uh, Carl Statalino. Um, I'm guessing you g-got my notes," Carl said. Dylan appreciated his affection but she rolled her eyes slightly at his loserness. He had black hair that was a buzz cut. He was almost the same height as Dylan, but a little shorter. He had on a button up, plaid blue shirt and light blue jeans.
"That was you?" Dylan said, raising one eyebrow, and turned a little to show that she was more interested in the basketball game that Sara and her friends were playing.
"Ummm… y-yes. Here, I, I got you some flowers," Carl muttered, handing Dylan some pink daisies. Dylan looked at them sorrowly, feeling sorry for being mean. This kid was totally in love with her so she decided to have some pity on him.
She stuck her nose in the flowers and said, "Thank you so much. You are really sweet." Her friends looked at her like she was nuts.
"Really? So, will… will you go out with me?" He said with a smile that went from ear to ear. Dylan was trying to think of a way to say no, but everything she could think of sounded really mean.
Luckily, Claire came in with a nice, but definite rejection. "Carl, Dylan just went through a major trauma with her ex. Of course Dylan thinks you're sweet, but I don't think she's ready for a boyfriend so soon. Right, Dylan?" Claire said, stuffing her face in the flowers.
"Um, yeah. I'm sorry Carl. I'm just not ready for another boyfriend. Do you have a screen name, though? Mine is BIGREDHEAD. Talk to me tonight, okay?" Dylan said sweetly.
"Sure," Carl said dryly, obviously trying to remember the screen name.
"And don't feel bad. There are a lot of other girls at OCD that are probably interested in guys who don't bother to use acne cream," Alicia said, grabbing the flowers and stuffing her face in them. Dylan punched her arm and looked back to Carl.
"I'm sorry about her. She's going through a phase were she has to be a bitch to everyone. But I'll talk to you tonight, okay?" Dylan said, fixing her pink Juicy Couture jacket and smoothing her fiery red curls.
"Uh-huh," Carl whined as he walked away slowly, looking at his z-strap sneakers.
"Thanks for the flowers!" Dylan called after him, and then turned to Alicia, "Why do you have to be so mean?"
"Well, seriously, did you see his face? It looked like the Appalation Mountains. And look at that shirt. It's at least 10 sizes too big," Alicia cackled, pointing at the loser. Dylan felt terrible, but laughed anyways because it was all true. Claire was giggling but was paying more attention to what was happening across the court. Massie and Derrington were sitting on a bench and Sara was standing with a basketball in front of them. Claire couldn't hear what they were saying, but I'm sure you want to know…
"Sara, why are you even trying to play? A fish could shoot a free throw better than you. And fish don't even have hands," Massie sneered, looking at Derrington to see a forced half smile. Why isn't he smiling? And why isn't Sara almost in tears? Am I loosing my touch?
"Whatever, Massie. Incase you haven't noticed, I don't care if I stink at something. I play for fun," Sara said, picking up the basketball and walking away. She ran to the three pointer line and threw the ball. It went over the hoop and landed at Massie's feet. Sara tucked in her lips and looked at the other girls for help. Massie grabbed the ball and stood up.
"I'm gonna go show those hobos how to really play basketball," Massie said to Derrington as she twirled the ball on her finger. She walked toward the 3 point line and shot it perfectly. She let the ball bounce and walked back to her seat without looking back. Before she sat down, she yelled, "And that's how its done." Derrington leaned over and gave her a big kiss, as he has been doing a lot lately.
Of course, just in time to ruin the romantic moment, Sara skipped over, trying to spin the basketball the way Massie did. "Hey, Massie. Who are you?" Sara said to Derrington.
"Derrick Harrington. I'm Massie's boyfriend. I'm guessing you're Sara. I've heard a lot about you," Derrington said with his arm around Massie.
"Cool. Well, Massie, I was wondering if you could give me some pointers about playing basketball. You're really good,"
"Why would I want to do that?" Massie asked, with an irritated tone.
"I don't know, because you're my friend," Sara said as a couple other girls approached.
"How stupid are the people at this school! Have you not noticed that I have been trying to get you off my back?" Massie yelled, so everyone, even Claire on the other side of the court, could hear.
"I though you might have a good side," Sara said, still holding her head high. By now, Claire, Alicia, and Dylan had made their way over to see what was going on.
"I do. But you'll never see it if you keep bugging me!" Massie screamed. Her perfectly tanned face was turning bright red, because the only person at her side was Derrington. She hoped to gawd that it would stay this way. Massie wondered if the only reason Derrington was still her friend was because he hadn't met Sara yet. Well, now she would find out.
"Massie, you might want to tone it down a little?" Derrington whispered in her ear.
"No! Ever since Sara got here, she's been making my life a living nightmare! I'm losing all my friends to this little pipsqueak!"
"She never even did anything to you," Dana, one of Sara's friends said. She hugged Sara, who was almost in tears. "She's only trying to be nice. I can't believe I ever wanted to be like you."
Massie stared at her the ex-Pretty Committee for help but they glared back at her, not intimidated one bit. "Since when is being a loser cool?" Massie yelled.
"Since we decided that you're not," Alicia said coolly, without even a hint of fear in her voice. Massie looked at Claire, deciding to try a new method. She raised her eyebrows in a silent cry for help. Claire didn't glare or anything, she just examined her hair and started biting her fingers. Claire didn't want to start a fight, because they live together, but there was no way she would take pity on Massie. She didn't deserve it.
"Fine, Sara. Get out of my life, just make sure you take you're sesame street pals with you," Massie shouted, referring to the group of girls and guys standing behind her.
"Gladly," Sara murmured and trudged to the swings were she sat down with her friends sitting next to her. Massie just stared into Derrington's eyes, which were full of confusion.
"I would have rather gone to Kristen's boarding school," Massie said as she sat back down and put her head in her hands.
"So would I," Derrington said, still standing. Massie looked up at him, with confusion. He sat down and took a deep breath. "I mean, I would rather have it if you were there." Massie gasped and tried to figure out what he was saying. "Massie, what just happened here was so terrible. Even though I just met Sara, and I don't know the whole story, you were so horribly mean. I think we should break up. I'm really sorry," Derrington said as he leaned over and gave Massie one last kiss. She just sat there, flabbergasted. ( -- I totally love that word! ) Derrington walked away toward his house.
Massie tried to figure out if this was real. She tried to come up with a reasonable explanation. Maybe Sara had hit her in the head with the basketball on accident and she was imagining the whole thing. Or maybe it was Derrington that got hit in the head and was going wacko. Massie burst into tears and looked around, expecting someone to come rushing to her side, but everyone was having fun at the park, not paying attention to her. As much as she wanted to believe that it was actually April fools today, it was just too real. Now she was just trying to figure out what to do. She could run back to the school, but it was too far, and she didn't want to go to the Student Council meeting. She could run home, but she would have to go through the park. She stood up and looked around, and saw a public bathroom in the pavilion.
Massie charged toward the bathroom, trying to make sure no one could see her. When she got inside, she looked at her reflection and cried even more. She was wearing a dark brown DKNY tank top with sparkles around the neck, and miss sixty jeans with a beige, silk belt. Her hair was still frizz free, but it was her face that upset her. Her eyes were all puffy and her nose was all red. Why did stuff like this happen to her? Especially in one day!
MASSIE: KRIS10 SAVE ME!
MASSIE: GOING THRU MAJOR TRAUMA HERE!
MASSIE: WHERE ARE U!
Massie sat down on the ground and grabbed some paper towels. She took a pencil out of her Guess purse and started writing.
CURRENT STATE OF THE UNION
In
Being a loser
Being nice
The Ugly Fuglys
Sara
Out
Being cool
Being mean
The Pretty Committee
Me