an:I have this obsession with Marc Jacobs and Dramione. I'm on re-write number two!

Song suggestion for this chapter: Fall For You – Secondhand Serenade

Disclaimer:Lisi owns the characters, I own the plot.

Cameron Fisher was listening to Falling For You by Thirdhand Serenades on replay on his iPod. Not only did he like this song, but he also once played this song for Claire. But before he played it for Claire, he would lock himself in his room, sit on his navy blue comforter and listen to the song, thinking about Massie Block. The first time he did this was after the auction in seventh grade, when she had danced with him and made him see how beautiful she really was with her amber eyes shining and her chestnut hair flowing all around her.

A girl like Massie Block was impossible to find.

Not that he liked her or anything.

It's just that Massie was really pretty, nice, confidant. But she seemed to be different somehow. The past few months had somehow changed her into a different, almost unrecognizable person. But she also seemed like someone brand new. She seemed to lose that I-know-I'm-better-than-you-and-you-know-it aura that she used to carry around with her.

Claire never seemed like that when they were together, but now she was a completely different person.

As the thought of her name drifted into his mind, Cam tasted something sour in his mouth. Cam felt his chest start to ache as he imagined Claire and Derrick kissing in the corner booth of Starbucks. That spot was for Cam and Claire, not Claire and Derrick.

He shook his head as if that would shake the thought of his ex-girlfriend and his ex-best friend from his mind.

Cam's LG Neon glowed brightly beside him on his comforter in the darkness that engulfed him in his room. His pale arm reached over and grabbed it. As he read the screen, his heart sped up until it beat against his rib cage.

Massie Block

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Massie only took ten steps before she heard Cam's bike wheels start to move away from her. She turned to watch him as he sped away and she didn't look anywhere else until the autumn night engulfed his figure and he disappeared.

She sighed heavily.

The front door to the Block Estate opened and Bean rushed inside the house, only to be grabbed by Inez.

"Miss Block," Inez said, "your parents and the Lyons are waiting for you. Your mother said for you to go get changed and meet them in the dining room in twenty minutes."

Massie nodded silently and walked up the stairs to her bedroom.

This will be a lot of fun, Massie thought to herself sarcastically as she dressed in a black Ralph Lauren jeweled neck halter dress.

Massie thought back to a time when she was happy. Or was that not happiness? She didn't know, and right now, she didn't care.

She stepped out of her room and walked down the chestnut stairs in her black Marc Jacobs flats.

"Massie!" Her mother said excitedly as she entered the dining area. "What took you so long, dear? It's already seven!"

"The usual," Massie shrugged.

Kendra nodded in faux understanding.

"Sit down dear, the Lyons' were just telling us how they're trip to Orlando went," Kendra continued.

"That sounds like great fun!" Massie said with an eye roll.

"Be nice, Massie," Kendra warned.

Massie just rolled her eyes. The only seat available was the one across from Claire.

"Ugh," Massie said quietly.

"What did you say Mass?" Claire asked, her words dripping with a sickly kind of sweetness.

Massie smiled back at her with odd cheerfulness.

"Nothing, Claire-bear," Massie answered.

Inez brought out the dinner and Massie pretended to be having a good time listening to the Lyons' go on and on about something that she didn't care about at all. She hadn't even touched her food. It had nearly been an hour into dinner when Massie felt cold eyes staring into the side of her head.

"What?" Massie snapped abruptly turning her head to face Claire.

"I was just admiring how nicely you've come in the past six months since all of your friends ditched you," Claire smiled wickedly.

That stung Massie a little, but she didn't show it.

"Oh, well I've been doing pretty good," Massie said with a convincing smile, "You know, I've been wondering how you have been."

"Me?" Claire asked, her eyes masked in confusion.

"Yeah, after all, if you have people pretending to like you for six months, you've got to be hurt. Or don't you already know?" Massie asked, knowing that Kristen, Dylan and Alicia didn't like Claire. They never did and never would. The only reason they put up with her was because she was dating Derrick.

"At least I have friends," Claire replied.

"Ouch, I think my heart is bleeding with pain," Massie replied sarcastically.

Claire smirked. "At least I have a boyfriend that loves me and won't leave me for my best friend," she said.

Massie flinched.

Claire smiled even bigger. "Derrick loves me. Why he ever went out with a whore like yourself is beyond me, but he's got better taste now that he's with me," Claire said.

Tears threatened to let loose.

"You're nothing without the Pretty Committee, the Alpha status and Derrick," Claire went on as she spat Derrick's name in Massie's face, knowing how much it would hurt her.

A lone tear slipped down Massie's cheek and she turned on her little kitten heel and dashed to her room.

"What's wrong with Massie?" Kendra and Judi asked.

"Oh," Claire replied, putting her innocent face back on, "she didn't feel so good is all."

"I hope she's all right," Judi said.

Claire just shrugged and smiled as she faintly heard glass shattering in the floor above.

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Massie sobbed quietly in her bedroom, thinking about how Derrick could be in love with such a bitch. She stood up and walked over to her closet, pulling out a photo of her and Derrick from a while ago that she kept in case they ever got back together. In the photo, Derrick was kissing the side of Massie's head as she closed her eyes and smiled.

And she threw it, glass shattering on her floor.

Massie leaned on the wall behind her and slid to the ground, her tears soaking her carpet, but she didn't care.

"Ouch!" she said as something poked her little butt.

She reached under her, expecting to feel some glass, but instead, it was a little charm from her phone. She pulled her phone out and placed the charm back on as Cam's words came back to her.

If you just want to talk, you can call me.

Massie was debating between sobbing quietly to herself in the shower or calling Cam. Though she was known to be a fierce girl who didn't like to show weakness, she didn't want to be alone. She knew that if she went to Cam, he would know what she was feeling and could quite possibly get her mind off of the painful thoughts that rammed her brain. Massie flipped open her phone and searched her contacts until she came upon his name and she traced the letters.

Cam Fisher

"Hello?" Cam said as he hurriedly picked up his phone.

"Cam?" Massie asked. Her voice was a bit lower and sounded more stuffy than usual, Cam noticed.

"Hey Massie, what's wrong?" Cam asked.

He heard Massie give an intake of breath.

"Well, you know how I said that the Lyons' were coming over for dinner tonight?" Massie asked.

"Yeah," Cam replied, thinking that he knew exactly where this was going.

"Claire…she…she said that Derrick…that he loved her and…I was nothing…whore…" Massie choked out.

Cam barely understood her.

"Is it Claire?" Cam asked.

"Yes," Massie squeaked out.

"Well, do you want to come over or something?" Cam asked her. "I know that it'd be better than being there with Claire."

Massie thought about it.

"What about your parents? Wouldn't they mind if I was there at…" she looked at her Coach watch, "at 9:47 at night?" Massie questioned.

"They're not home," Cam admitted. "They're at a dinner party and Harris went to a concert with Angela."

"Um…" Massie started.

Massie heard Claire laughing loudly from downstairs and held in more tears.

"I'll be there in ten," Massie said.

"Great! Wha-" Cam started.

But Massie already hung up.

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Massie was standing on the front steps of Cam's house, knocking on the door loudly.

She had just biked through the pouring rain, in the dark. And it was already hard enough when she had to sneak out of her window knowing that her parents would make her stay for the rest of 'dinner' instead of visiting someone who would make her feel so much better.

Cam dashed up the stairs from his basement and opened the door for her.

"Massie, hey," he said, smiling idiotically.

Cut it out, idiot, Cam scolded himself.

"Hey," Massie smiled slightly.

They stood looking at each other awkwardly.

That was when Cam noticed that Massie was still standing in the pouring rain.

"Shit, uh, sorry. Come in," Cam said stupidly.

Massie almost smirked, but she decided not to. She wasn't really in the mood for it right now.

"Thanks," Massie whispered.

She walked inside quietly and looked around.

"You have a nice little house," Massie complemented.

"Um, thanks?" Cam replied, although it sounded more like a question.

Massie nodded in acknowledgement.

"Let's go to the basement, it's um…I was just down there," Cam said.

"Cool," Massie said.

They both walked down the stairs and Massie saw the donuts on the little coffee table and dashed over to them, shoving a few into her mouth. Cam reached the bottom stop and laughed out loud at Massie showing donuts into her mouth. He had never really seen her eat before in all of the years that he had known her.

She blushed. "Sorry," Massie said, "I didn't have any dinner."

"It's okay," Cam replied, "I find seeing you eat sort of…cute." Cam mentally slapped himself.

Shut up, Fisher. You don't like her. Don't lead her on.

Massie blushed an even darker shade of scarlet.

"Ignore me," Cam said.

Massie snickered. "Play me some music," Massie said.

"Okay," Cam replied, marching over to put his iPod into the speakers.

He blasted a random Stoke song and walked over to the couch where Massie was already seated. Massie was still shoving donuts into her little mouth and Cam started to play Mummy Killer 5 on his game system. Massie stared at Cam. She had always liked the way that Cam's dark hair fell into his different colored eyes. It made him look mysterious, and sort of…hot.

She giggled at her thought.

"What?" Cam asked, looking over at her.

"Nothing," Massie replied, still giggling, though not knowing why.

Cam smirked at her. "You better tell me," Cam said.

"Or what?" Massie challenged.

"Or…" Cam searched his mind for something clever to say and smiled broadly.

"Or I'll tickle it out of you." He said.

Massie stared back at him in horror. "You wouldn't," Massie said.

He knew full well that Massie was very ticklish and she hated being tickled. "Oh, I would," He replied with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Massie let out a small scream as Cam dove at her and started to tickle her sides. She started to laugh uncontrollably and Cam did too.

"Cam…Cam…stop!" Massie kept laughing, tears coming out of her eyes because she was laughing so hard.

But he didn't stop, he just kept tickling her. It all happened so fast that neither had any idea how it happened. One moment they were laughing, the next, they were on top of each other. Massie was on the floor, breathing hard and Cam was on top of her, his weight crushing her, but he didn't know what to do.

Aw hell. Cam thought, what should I-

But at that moment, Cam stopped thinking; because Massie wrapped her slim hands around his neck and pulled him down to kiss her.

Faintly, in the background, the Stoke songs were over, and Thirdhand Serenades started to play…

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"Claire dear," Kendra said, "will you go and check on Massie?"

Claire smiled wickedly, knowing that it was the perfect time to make Massie feel more miserable than she already did.

"Sure," she replied in a sickeningly sweet voice.

Claire ran up the stairs and knocked on Massie's door.

"Massie, dear, you can't hide forever!" Claire said.

And she opened the door to find nothing but shattered glass.

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A big thanks to Tucker for helping me edit this.