A/N: Because I want to, and because I have received requests asking me to, I will continue this story. Thank you to everyone who R&R'ed, I really love that you enjoyed my story. I realize that it is moving fast; in truth, I just typed that little thing up before I fell asleep one night. Now, I will try and pace it more though. I promise to keep you entertained…or try to.
The Clique characters aren't mine, nor are the bestselling books. However, the idea and content of this fanfic is completely owned by me.
The next day with my Kristen was spent wonderfully. I ditched school and wandered around town with the blonde haired beauty, breathing in her Juicy Couture perfume and smiling at her whenever I could.
"So…." Kristen sipped her diet cola from a bendy straw and gazed at me thoughtfully.
"Yes, City Girl?" I made a face and leaned forward, anticipating a big statement as I sipped my own beverage; ginger ale.
"Oh, just because I lived in Richmond, Virginia, I'm a city girl?" Her blue eyes twinkled as the iridescent lights of Starbucks beamed down on her, brightening her radiant face.
"That's right," I said gleefully, almost salivating in her presence.
Kristen eyes me affectionately. "I sure did miss you," she remarked softly. I grinned slyly and she threw her arms around my neck, kissing me tenderly on my cheek. "Oops!" she laughed, licking her thumb and rubbing at a spot on my cheek. "I left a gloss mark."
"Since when do you pack on the lipstick, Gregory?" I called her by her last name because I did not know what to call her.
Kristen looked offended, however, and I instantly regretted letting that question slide. "Derrick, I'm fifteen now, remember? We fifteen year old girls wear make-up."
I gazed at her lovingly. "You freak." I leaned in to kiss her, shutting my eyes, but got a little tap on the nose instead.
"Uh-uh," Kristen snickered, wagging a painted fingernail at my now opened eyes.
My face settled automatically into a well rehearsed pout. "What?"
Kristen just smiled and shook her head, rolling her eyes playfully. "Well, now that I'm back in Virginia to live with my dad—he won the lawsuit! I can't get over that, but anyway—now that I'm back, I need to know what's been going on."
"You do?" I said absent-mindedly, lost in daydreams about, well, Kristen. Kristen, Kristen, I could think of you forever.
"Yes," Kristen said firmly, eyeing me. She was clearly expecting a complete update, but I suck at that sort of thing.
Clearing my throat, I began. "Let's see. Well, my studies have slightly—"
Kristen busted into hysterical laughter, slapping me lightly on the arm. I felt the sting fade as I melted into her gaze, however.
"Looook, Derrick, I've changed." Kristen sounded amused, but annoyed too. That sting settled on my heart. "I don't care about studies anymore. I want to know the gossip."
I flushed, noticing her tight fitting purple and black dress paired with her knee length heeled black boots. Of course she's changed. But I have too; I'm not about gossip anymore, I'm about my textbooks. Occasionally, I slip back into my old Derrick routine, but then it falls away again, leaving me feeling like an insignificant nobody. However, there is one perk to my old Derrick side…
"I'm dating Massie Block." I said casually, popping three red gummy bears into my mouth. They were in my jeans pocket and somewhat sticky, but it just seemed like an appropriate time to pop food into my mouth.
Kristen stiffens on my lap, studying my black shirt. "Why?" she hissed at the green monster on my stomach.
"She asked me, I was feeling foolish. Anyway, Cam pushed me to do it. And I never thought you would return so…" I looked helplessly at her gorgeous round eyes, trying to get her to understand even though I knew she never would. My day just went from amazing, to plain awkward, to terrible.
And Kristen certainly did not understand. She leaped from my lap, crossed her arms, and slammed her cola into my hands.
"Hey now, Kris…" I coaxed gently, pleadingly, desperate now.
Kristen laughed coldly, stepping away from me as if I were a repulsive little animal. "Until you do something about…Massie, you might as well forget about me. Actually, Derrick, it seems like you already had begun to forget me, so just continue doing that, okay?" Kristen raced out of the mall, blonde locks tumbling and bouncing behind her, conflicting with her obvious despair.
"I'm so sorry!" I called after her, leaping to my feet. The cola spilled on the floor, but I hardly noticed.
Kristen turned to face me, sadness and longing painted onto her stunning face. My stomach tightens with regret. "I'm sorry, too, Westchester Boy. I'm sorry too."
I watched her exit and round the corner, tears lingering on her cheeks before sliding off of her face. My heart breaks for her, and I hate myself for causing her such pain.
The large, forty-something Asian man behind me grumbled a distorted, "You gonna clean that up," as he gestures towards my mess on the ground.
In reply, I choked back a sob, stood, and exited the mall, determined to end my relationship with the devil and get back my angel.
xXx
"Hey you, Lady-Satan, Massie; we need to talk."
Massie turned innocently to face me, sighing impatiently as Olivia, Alicia, and Dylan snickered and whispered behind her. We are on her sprawling estate. I am on the bench behind Massie and her ugly, fat friends and she's there looking gorgeous. I could almost puke, right on her new blow-out and expensive designer outfit.
"I think it's time we end this thing." I dropped the bomb with ease, oozing confidence as I watched Massie's friends choke on their tongues.
"Derrick, is this about who I think it's about?" Amber eyes faced me with a decision and I calmly looked at the calm Massie, knowing she was fighting tears and forcing down insecurities.
I nodded. "Yes, Massie, I broke up with you because I wanted to see Kristen." I stand up and sprint down the few blocks to Kristen's estate, not bothering to shake off Massie Block's piercing shriek, the ugly sound that echoes behind me.
xXx
At school the next day, Kristen walks in with a daring outfit, amazing hairstyle, and killer attitude. All around, I hear whispers of, 'Is-that-nerdy-Kristen' and 'Oh-my-gosh' and 'Did-she-get-surgery'? I waited until lunch to see her. I marched over, prepared to find her at good old table six where she used to sit. Instead, I find my jaw dropping as I see her sit with Olivia, Alicia, and Dylan at table eighteen, the female alpha table.
Massie plopped down on table six, looking furious and upset. And when her eyes meet mind, I find nothing except hatred.
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