Ok, so there's some French in this chapter but the translations are there... and excuse my awful French, I took that class a few years ago so I'm pretty rusty! I seriously had no clue if it's "correct" but oh well...

The Harrington Household

Derrick's Bedroom

Sunday, October 20th

12:34 P.M.

"I'm going crazy..." Derrick mumbled under his breath as he shut off his Xbox. For the first time ever, he was unable to play FIFA. While normally the video game would get his mind off of whatever he didn't feel like thinking about, today it was absolutely no help. His thoughts kept going to the night before. He couldn't stop thinking about Massie, and everything that she had said.

He was angry about what she had. How her parents were stressing her while she felt lost made him angry enough, but the entire situation made him even more upset. He wished she could remember who she was, who he was, and everything that had happened just before her accident.

While he wanted her to know who he was, he wasn't entirely sure if he wanted her to remember all of their past, it was just so messed up.

They had been so close, and after one night everything had fallen apart. They hated each other for four years, and had only recently reconnected, but everything was shattered once again.

Suddenly a tremendous wave of guilt washed over him, leaving him to drown in the thoughts of the past. He had said and done so many terrible things to her in the past few years, and she had done absolutely nothing to deserve it. And while it was nice that she currently didn't have to remember that, she could no longer remember what had happened the night of her accident...

Derrick shook his head, trying to block the memory from his own mind. Thinking about that night certainly wasn't going to make him feel any better, it would only make him more upset.

Ding!

He walked over at his iphone sitting next to the pile of textbooks and untouched homework on his desk.

Cam: coming over or nah?

Derrick rolled his eyes. Cam was like a brother to him, and he knew that Derrick had been upset by something, and he thought it had been Alicia's comment at lunch after Massie's accident. Cam was trying to be a good friend and cheer him up, but nothing was going to cheer him up until Massie at least knew who she was.

Derrick: no

He sat down at his desk, deciding that it was time to at least attempt to do his homework, and hoped that it would help him relax a bit. Grabbing his French book, he flipped to the page with the assigned questions. Derrick sighed, he missed his Spanish class, but North Briarwood didn't offer any Spanish classes beyond Spanish III... and Derrick had been in Spanish IV. And the school was already overcrowded, with desks in the auxiliary gym, many classes had to be adopted to a lecture format and taught in the auditorium (which meant that the drama class had to be eliminated), classrooms with absolutely no extra room because of all of the desks, and in some classes, students had to share their small desks with at least one person. There was no extra space for a class with only twenty students, so Derrick had been forced to drop Spanish and take French I.

1.) Où êtes-vous né? (Where were you born?)

Je suis né à Westchester, New York (I was born in Westchester, NY)

2.) Quand est votre anniversaire? (When is you birthday?)

Mon anniversaire est le 7 janvier. (My birthday is January 7th)

3.) Quel est votre mère comme? (What is your mother like?)

Derrick slammed his fist down on the surface of his desk in frustration. There was no escaping reminders of her or Massie.

He stared at the picture at the corner of his desk, his mom's beautiful face smiling back at him. Her warm brown eyes were bright, and her light brown hair framed her face perfectly. She was hold a three-year old Derrick at her hip, but the toddler was smiling up at his mother instead of the camera. There was a picture that had been taken either before or after this one, since in the other picture his mom was smiling down at him, while he smiled at her in the same exact setting, but Derrick liked this one better because he could see all of his mother's face, and not just one side.

Derrick looked at the picture longingly for another moment. He missed her terribly. Although she had died five years ago, he still expected her to be at home, sitting at the kitchen counter whenever he came home from school. He would walk downstairs every morning, thinking he would see her bright smile, but then reality would hit him, and he would remember that he would only ever see her smile in pictures.

His mom used to be his best friend and confident. His dad would only ever talk down to him, while his mother talked to him as an equal. She taught him everything he knew about life, and how to treat people.

And yet I've been an ass for the past five years... Derrick thought, She definitely wouldn't be proud of me.

Although he was seen as a nice guy at South Briarwood Academy, there were a lot of people from North Briarwood that would beg to differ... mainly Josh, Dempsey, Landon, Claire, Kristen, and especially Massie (if she could remember). Even though Landon deserved being treated like shit, Derrick now knew that the others didn't- they had never done anything wrong. They all had been so close and yet a stupid feud between his an Massie's family had caused a rift between them that had tumbled out of control into a vicious rivalry.

He sighed, and before he knew what he was doing, he was walking over to his closet, and digging out an old Adidas shoe box. When he finally realized what he was holding he stopped himself just before he opened it. He should have gotten rid of the box's contents years ago... but something had always held him back. He hadn't touched it ever since he had stuffed it full and hid it deep in his closet, but every now and again he would think about it...

He flipped the lid off and dumped the contents on his bed. Dozens of pictures and mementos hit the deep blue comforter, but one thing immediately caught his eye. He reached for small rhinestone encrusted M brooch that Massie had given to him in seventh grade after the soccer finals. He held it carefully, but also possessively, as if someone might try to take it away from him. Smiling down at it sadly, he could remember the day she gave it to him clearly...

Nervously pacing under the visitor bleachers of Briarwood Stadium Derrick's heart continued to rapidly beat against his chest . He had sent Massie the text to meet him there a while ago, and she still hadn't showed.

He stopped when he the frost crunch under someone's feet as they approached, "Mass?"

When he looked up, he stopped breathing. Although she was wearing the other team's colors, she looked beautiful. Her white peacoat seemed to make her amber eyes even brighter, and everything about her just looked... angelic.

He brought his hand up to his swollen purple nose for a second, "Do I look like Bozo?"

"You wish." She said.

That's my Block, he thought.

Derrick chuckled, but held his jaw after a shot of numbing pain. His day just kept getting worse and worse. First he gets hit in the face with a soccer ball and taken out of the game, now they're losing the most important game they've ever played, and worst of all he had screwed things up with Massie thanks to Alicia's obnoxious cousin.

He saw that her teeth were clenched, and he realized how much he had hurt her. He looked down at his feet and rubbed his forehead. He wasn't good with all of this mushy, lovey-dovey stuff. How was he supposed to tell her how he had messed up? How he felt about her?

"It wasn't even worth it." Derrick said at last, still looking down at his feet.

When she didn't respond, he looked up at her without lifting his head knowing that he probably looked like a sad and sorry puppy.

"What?" She asked angrily and impatiently, "What wasn't worth it?"

"The Spanish soccer spell ," He said as if it was obvious. How could she not know what he wasn't talking about?

"Are you poor?"

"No," He said, "Why?"

"Because you're not making any cents."

He smiled, trying to ignore the pain in his jaw. He just couldn't help it, her feistiness always put a smile on his face.

"You know, the spell Nina put on me, Cam, and Josh before the game," He explained patiently.

Massie shook her head and looked at him with a confused expression.

"We couldn't talk to our..." He paused, he wanted to tell her how he liked her a lot more than just a friend, but his stomach knotted, and he wasn't sure if she even liked him at all anymore, "Well, you, know, we couldn't talk to you guys before the game. If we did, we'd lose the finals. If we stayed away from you, we'd win. It's the same spell Becks uses."

"Huh?"

"Apparently, David Beckham doesn't talk to Posh Spice for weeks before a big game. But it works for him. It totally didn't work for us. Grayson is kicking out butts." Derrick said, but brought his hand back up to his face, all of the talking was really starting to make his jaw and face hurt even more, "And my face."

"You actually bought that?" She asked in disbelief.

"What do you mean?" He asked, "Nina said you, Claire, and Alicia were all for it."

"Oh yeah. We were. You know, if it works for Beckham then..." She trailed off.

"Except it didn't work for us," He mumbled, "Not only are we losing the game, but I'll never get the MVP pin now that I've been taken out."

"And we couldn't go to the dance together." Massie said sadly. A small seed of hope was planted within him, she still liked him!

"Yeah," He sighed, "That was the worst part."

"At least you won the Cupid Award." She said referring to the "coveted" award that every girl at OCD seemed to want, including Massie.

"Oh yeah." Derrick said, sliding his backpack off his shoulder, "I almost forgot," He reached inside and grabbed the cold gold statue, pulling it out. "This belongs to you."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah."

"Thanks." She said with a large smile, but it quickly faded.

"What's wrong?" He asked. Isn't that what she wanted?

"Nothing. It's just that... well, no one will know I have it. So it's not like I really won it."

"You'll know." He reminded her, "Isn't that enough?"

"It would be if this was the end of a cheesy Disney movie," Massie said, causing his heart to fall.

"OMG, I'm totally kidding," She said quickly, realizing that she had hurt him. "Of course it's enough." She reached for the M brooch on her lapel and unpinned it. She then leaned in toward him and grabbed his sweat covered jersey, which he hoped wouldn't disgust her, but it probably did but she did a good job of not showing it as she pinned her the brooch anyway.

"What's this?" He pulled his jersey away from his chest and looked down at the brooch.

"It's your MVP pin. Just without the V or the P." Massie smiled at him softly. He forced himself not to smile the big goofy smile that his mom always seemed to point out whenever he thought about her at home. "It's way cuter than the boring silver ones your coach gives out."

"Thanks." He smiled anyway and managed not to hold his face. "I'll wear it forever."

"Promise?" She asked innocently, almost like a child.

"Promise."

Another broken promise, Derrick thought sadly. He wondered if she still had the Cupid Award. He remembered seeing it in her room the last time he had actually been in her house, which had been a few days before his mom had died.

He placed it next to the picture of his mom for now. He was determined to keep his promise to Massie, even if she didn't know about it anymore.

Looking down at the other things on his bed, he looked at a few photos. There was one of him, Josh, and Cam. One of him drawing a mustache on Claire's face as she napped in a lawn chair, all of them trick-or- treating, another of him, Claire, Cam, and Massie making silly faces in a photo-booth, and his personal favorite was the one of just Massie.

They had been at some stupid trendy restaurant in NYC that the girls had dragged them to. Massie had been looking away when he had tapped her shoulder, and taken her picture the second she had turned to look at him. She looked slightly surprised, but she looked radiant without even trying. Her amber eyes showed kindness and even innocence. In the picture she wasn't Massie the queen bee of Octavian Country Day school, but she was his Massie... his Block.

He also sat the picture on his desk, but he knew he would have to hide it so that his dad wouldn't see it.

"Derrick..." He heard his dad call. He knew that his dad was coming judging on the distance of his voice, so Derrick quickly scooped up the pictures and mementos, placing them back into the box. He grabbed the picture from his desk and placed it in his French book.

The door to his room suddenly opened, with his dad striding in.

"What's up?" Derrick asked as he placed the top back on the box. The last thing he needed was for his dad to find out that he still had pictures of anyone in the Block family.

"Where were you last night?" He asked, straightening his tie. Derrick silently wondered why he was all dressed up, since it was Sunday, and they hadn't gone to church ever since his mom had passed away. "Minnie said you came in past twelve."

Damn it, Minnie! Derrick cursed. As much as he loved their sweet yet fiery housekeeper, she was a bit of a snitch. Whenever he was out past curfew she always informed his father, but Derrick suspected she did it out of fear.

"I was going to spend the night at Cam's." He lied with a straight face. "But I didn't feel too good after eating so much Taco Bell that late."

His dad's cold blue eyes narrowed as he looked at him with suspicion for a fraction of a second before it softened again.

Derrick quietly prayed that his dad believed him. Kendrick Harrington was not someone you wanted to be caught lying to...

Ken sighed, running a hand through his neat blonde hair. "Derrick, is something bothering you? You've been kind of... distant."

You've been distant for the past five years! Derrick wanted to scream at him, but clenched his teeth to stop himself. Arguments with his dad never helped, and it wasn't as if his dad would ever listen to a word he had to say. "It's nothing."

His dad shot him a don't-lie-to-me look, but Derrick continued to look up at him with hard eyes.

"Are you still mad about the whole Sammie thing?" He groaned, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

Derrick's irritation quickly fired up to fury. "That's not it, but yes, I'm still mad about that!"

"It's not my fault!" Ken insisted.

"You drove her away!" Derrick rolled his eyes.

"Your sister's reckless decisions are what caused her to leave, not me!"

"Yeah, right." He said sarcastically.

"Derrick, look-" His dad started, sounding exasperated, but he quickly stopped mid- sentence when he looked down at the floor. "What's that?"

Looking down at where his dad was pointing, he immediately wanted to punch himself. There was a picture of him and Massie in either sixth or seventh grade standing together in front of the Block estate.

He opened his mouth but shut it when his dad exploded.

"SHE'S ONE OF THEM, DERRICK!" He roared, he was waving his arms expressively as Derrick's own hands balled into tight fists, "William and the rest of her family have caused us great problems over the years, unless you've lost your memory just like she did!"

"Of course I remember what William did, along with everything else, but Massie wasn't a part of any of it!" Derrick yelled back, hating the way he mentioned her like she was some sort of disgusting insect. "I will never forgive William for what he's done, or even Kendra, but I can't blame Massie for any of it anymore!"

His dad shook with anger, as Derrick ran over everything that his dad had said in his head. How had he known that Massie had lost her memory? But then he realized that his uncle must have been working in ER that night, and had told his dad.

"Well you should blame her!" Ken growled, "All of the Blocks are toxic."

He rolled his eyes at his dad's dramatic statement.

"If you had any respect for me, or the rest of this family, you would understand that the Blocks are our enemies."

What family? He thought, Mom is dead, Sammie is gone, and Brad ran off the second he turned eighteen...

"Just stay away from her." He said menacingly, before stomping out of Derrick's room, slamming his door behind him.

I made Derrick's birthday January 7th so he could be a Capricorn since Massie is a Leo because I found this out: according to , "When Leo and Capricorn join together in a love match, they form a mutually supportive union. Capricorn is more conservative, hard working and traditional in outlook. Leo is a firm believer in hard work, but tends to get things done through their charm and social skills. However, both are extremely devoted, especially to each other. Although they may seem to be an unlikely couple on the surface, their love will grow as they discover similarities.

Both partners enjoy comfort and pampering and love working toward their goals. Leo and Capricorn both relish the spotlight and material possessions. Leo can be outrageous, while Capricorn is more classical, of a more simple nature."

And another note, Derrick's dad's name is Kendrick (AKA Ken) because it mean bold ruler.

Sorry about not putting Claire and Alicia in here, but it would have been way too long if I included them in this chapter, so that's next chapter.

Reviews?... Please :)