I'm working on my updating skills :D

This chapter is for Kailin, who has been a faithful reader.

And someone who likes to text me to tell me I need to update.

Love you!

By the way, I'm putting more of the other charries in the story, since I've been lacking them. It can't be all about Cassie!


Dylan Marvil walked around Forever 21 alone, always keeping an eye on the entrance. She didn't know what she would do if Alicia and Kristen saw her shopping here of all places. Sure, most of the stuff was made with bad quality, but hey, she only wore her clothes once. Dylan grabbed a pair of dark jeans off of the rack and held it to her waist.

"That looks nice on you," a familiar voice said, startling Dylan so much that she dropped the pants she was holding.

"Oh!" Dylan cried as she turned to face the person, surprised to see Massie. She bent down to pick up the jeans and handed them to Dylan.

"Sorry, I didn't meant to scare you," Massie told her, an apologetic look on her face. She'd always liked Dylan. She was nice and sweet, only going along with Alicia because she was trying so hard to fit in, just like everyone else.

"It's okay," Dylan said, turning away from her. To be honest, she missed Massie. She wasn't a dictator, and she never rubbed having a boyfriend in her face when she was the only one in their clique to not have one. Dylan knew better to talk to Massie though. She didn't want to stick out like a sore thumb when she went back to school the next day. Alicia, she knew for sure, still had a grudge against her and Kristen didn't seem to like her. Everyone knew thta she'd always been in love with Derrick Harrington, but was never able to catch his attention the way Massie did.

An awkward silence hung in the air, neither girl knowing what to say. Massie wanted to be friends again. She wanted to make amends and apologize for being so darn bossy.

"I'm sorry," Massie whispered, making Dylan strain to hear her.

Did she just apologize? Dylan thought, stopping in her tracks.

"What?" Dylan asked.

Massie almost turned, but decided against it.

"Nothing. Nevermind," Massie replied, "Buy the pants. I won't tell. You look good in them."

Dylan had forgotten all about the pants.

"Thanks," Dylan said, turning back around to try to look at Massie.

But Massie was gone.

;-;

Derrick Harrington ordered his usual: a slice of pepperoni pizza, a basket of breadsticks and a coke.

"I love this place," Kemp Hurley said with a smile on his face, referring to the Slice of Heaven pizza joint.

"Who doesn't?" Derrick replied with a smirk.

"Claire doesn't," Plovert reminded Derrick. He remembered when Derrick tried taking Claire on a date to the Slice of Heaven and ended up having her screaming at him for being an immature, boy; it wasn't Derrick's fault that he was a boy. Claire treated him as if being a boy was some kind of nasty disease that she didn't want to get. The whole restaurant was staring at the two.

"Shut up, Plovert," Derrick commanded, rolling his eyes.

"I wouldn't be talking to me like that if you want to know what's up with your ex best friend, Cam," Plovert replied mischievously, eyes twinkling with something that Derrick couldn't quite put his finger on.

Derrick leaned forward.

"What did he tell you?" he asked, curious.

Plovert smirked wickedly.

"He's got it bad for Massie," he replied.

Anger and annoyance coursed through Derrick's veins.

"He doesn't have a chance with her. She won't talk to any of us; why should he be any different?" Derrick scoffed.

"Yeah! I'm nice to her. If anything, she should talk to me!" Kemp said.

Plovert chuckled.

"They're dating!" he replied, knowing what sort of reaction Derrick would gave.

"No. Fucking. Way." Kemp said.

Plovert turned to him.

"Yes. Fucking. Way." Plovert informed him.

Derrick's heart filled with jealousy and rage. How could his best friend do something like this to him? How the hell could the goody-two-shoes Cam Fisher steal his girl?

As if reading his mind, Cam appeared; he seemed to have popped out of nowhere waiting for this moment.

"Massie isn't your girl anymore, Harrington." Cam said, his mismatching eyes and had an unusual dark tint in them. "It would do you well to remember that."

Something about the way Cam spoke sparked something in Derrick. It made him want to coop himself in his room and lock the door, hiding in a dark corner-anything to be far, far away from Derrick.

He narrowed his eyes at Cam.

"Or what?" he challenged, ignoring the voice in his head that was urging him against it.

Cam smirked, "Let's not worry about that yet. Kristen sure wouldn't be happy."

Derrick hushed and glanced at Kemp.

"What about Kristen?" Kemp piped up. Kemp had had a crush on Kristen since pre-kindergarten.

"Nothing," Derrick hushed him quickly before Cam could answer.

"I've got to go meet Massie. See you guys later," Cam walked off, a new light in his eyes.

He knows something. Kemp thought. And I intend to find out what it is.

;-;

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