A/N: And now we get to the story. DRAMADRAMADRAMA. I'm updating more, I have a lot of the chapters started.

Disclaimer: Ain't mine yo, Lisi ftw. I own the plot. And Sam!

BOCD Hallways

Monday, March 2, 2007

8:56 AM

It was simply common sense that the Pretty Committee was even more ruthless on Mondays. Apparently, they saved all insults over weekend while they sharpened their claws (one of Sam's theories), Even so, every Monday morning the PC members would strut across the halls, flaunting their new clothes and freshly blown out hair.

And every Monday morning, the BOCD chatter would halt, if only for a moment.
But this Monday morning, the same chatter was interrupted.

"Click clack click clack" Went the heels of the Pretty Committee. As much as Claire hated to admit it, they looked cool walking, mastering the art of stilettos. She stood by her own locker, watching Massie adjust the pictures of going to Six Flags a week ago.

Massie was relaxed.
Claire was a wreck.

Though a self-proclaimed anti-PCer, it was the simple fact that the four of those brats liked to verbally attack her for no reason at all. Putting on a brave face, fixed her electric blue t-shirt, with a lemon yellow cardigan thrown over it haphazardly over jeans. It was Claire's favorite outfit, but that didn't help. At all.

Alicia Rivera and her 'friends' (minions a more appropriate term), stopped at Massie and Claire's spot. Her cherry red lips curled into a devious smile, and Claire swore if there were a flash of lightning Alicia could scare Hannibal Lector.

"Nice shirt. I love the way you can pull off looking like an LBR without trying." Alicia purred, with Olivia, Kristen, and Dylan snickering behind her. Claire flushed automatically, but closed her locker and glared right back.

"Nice comeback. I love the way you can sound like a brat without trying." Claire snapped, pursing her lips to the side. She always did that when she was angry, Sam always told her it made her look like a pug. She glanced at Massie, who was now standing by Sam and whispering something. She noticed Massie was blushing as Sam pointed to one of the boys trailing Alicia's posse.

Claire stole a look in that direction, still keeping her tough gaze. Who is she staring at?,Claire thought, but found herself staring at another boy. Dark wavy hair, not much taller than herself. Claire knew he was in her math class, and apparently on the soccer team, judging by his jersey and friends. But what she hadn't noticed was his eyes. One blue, one green.

Alicia must have noticed Claire's staring at the boy, and nudged Olivia in the side with an evil grin. Olivia mouthed a "what?" at Alicia, and she then pointed to the boy Claire had been ogling. Olivia must have gotten the memo, and put her slim arm around the boy in a possessive way.

"Oh yeah, this is my boyfriend." Olivia sneered at Claire, though she noted that the boy didn't look quite impressed with that. Before Claire could respond, Kristen cut in.

"Once an LBR...always and LBR!" She cackled as the bell rang and the Pretty Committee and their boys headed to their respective classes, leaving Claire wondering just who that boy was.

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"Ugh. Petty Committee insulting someone? I'm so shocked. Why don't they go pick on someone else, like each other? Cat fight of the year, Mass, think about it." Sam remarked, showing up to school finally. Sam believed that school was just daycare, only you had to read more.

"You know it, Sammy." Massie muttered, bending down to tie her bright pink sneakers. Truth be told, her shoes didn't even need to be tied. She hated the Monday morning drama, Claire was much better suited toward facing them. Massie, as much as she hated to say, was a pacifist.

Her thoughts were intruded by a sudden pain on her back, and she felt herself being propelled forward. A dirty sneaker hit her nose, her amber eyes watering in pain. Massie stood up, dusting herself off. Forget pacifism. She was gonna kick whoever decided to-

"Whoa, hey. Sorry. Plovert pushed me, the idiot." The obvious culprit said, running a hand through his shaggy dirty blonde hair, much with the mischievous air of a little child. Massie stood, gaping at him in shock.

Massie had known Derrick Harrington for 5 years, but he never talked to her. Let alone trip her. She couldn't even string together a sentence, the shock engulfed her.

"Um, I didn't like...hit your brain?" He said again, looking a little worried. "You're...Macy, right?" Luckily, Sam stepped in to be Massie's translator, though she could expect a few fish girl jabs for her facial expression..

"She means she's okay. And her name is Mahhh-seee." Sam exaggerated the "a" in her name, rolling his wide eyes. "And she thinks you're a fox-"

"Trotter." Massie finished, silently swearing to kill Sam. "Fox trotter. Like ball room dancing. Uh, like Dancing With The Stars." Massie blushed, she was so, so stupid. Ball room dancing? He'll probably never talk to her again.

Sam grinned; he knew that Massie always harbored a small crush on Derrick, or 'Derrington' as they secretly called him. But once Derrington started going out with Alicia Rivera (leaving Josh Hotz to date Kristen), Massie despised Alicia even more. But nothing could be said, Massie knew Sam had a thing for Dylan Marvil (despite allegations that he was gay).

The bell rang, and Massie couldn't be more grateful. Before she could compose herself, Derrington just frowned at the pair a little before running off to class with his friends.

As soon as he left, Massie turned to Sam and got all the strength she could muster and punched him in the arm.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S A FOX?" She cried out, sending a blast of punches to Sam's skinny arms. "He'll never talk to me again." She murmured, kicking Sam in the shin again before gathering her books and pulling Sam to math class.