AYE HELLO BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE OF THE WORLD! Before you all try and murder me for not updating, I can explain. Life got busy, so I sort of went on a hiatus. Oopsie daisy. I know that the moment you all receive alerts in your inboxes about me updating, you immediately had a spit take. WHAAAAAAA? ANA UPDATED?! WHAT IS HAPPENING TO THE WORLD?! I know for a fact that Sarah is about to kill me for disappearing and not updating Wildfire. Um, let's just say that it's a work in progress. But anyway, I MADE A WATTPAD! I'm probably not gonna write a ton there, and there's nothing posted there yet, so if you want, come find me at cerulean_cascades. Cheerio! So you should all know that Mean Girls is my soul animal, and I love it to death. So there will be A LOT of references.

And the title for this chapter comes from...drumroll please...: Rather Be -Clean Bandit

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS SONG SO FRICKITY FRACKITY MUCH.

Love you all.

-Ana

.: as long as you are with me, there's no place i'd rather be :.

*bwoop*

The bwoopy sound of a new text emanated from Alicia's gold glitter encased iPhone, causing it to light up. Alicia swept her glossy chocolate waves to one side and discreetly slid her phone out of her white-gold Prada. It was Elliot. Alicia winced as she remember the cheap meaningless unsatisfactory sex she just had with that loser. He didn't even know how to show a girl a good time! How sad. Ugh, I mean seriously, watch some porn or whatever, just don't bore a girl.

Elliot: Ur bugging device was installed in Derrick Harrington's car. It's under his car seat. Good?

Alicia: I suppose. Now don't ever contact me again unless I need you for something. Ugh.

Alicia's ink-caked eyes forced themselves to turn back to the white board, which was scribbled over in unintelligible equations. Bwoop. The Latina glanced down at her phone once more, only to see another text from Elliot. Ugh, does that idiot not understand the meaning of "fuck off"?!

Elliot: Alicia! Wait, I forgot to tell you that you'll be able to see and hear the information the bugging device picks up from your phone, there's an app I installed. You'll see it right away.

"Alicia Rivera! If you can tear your eyes from your precious phone, please answer the equation on the board," the bearded teacher smirked. He rubbed his shiny bald head and stroked his long beard, sort of like that Sensei guy on Club Penguin when Alicia used to play it.

2x = 1

"Um, x = 7?"

"Alicia, no. You would know that if you were paying attention, you divide out 2 and x becomes ½. Now please, stop texting and PAY. ATTENTION."

Alicia only rolled her heavily lined eyes and flipped her hair over her shoulder, diverting her precious attention back to her phone.

Who gave a shit about algebra or whatever it was called anyway? Daddy's rich enough so I won't have to ever work a day in my life, so what's the point of going to school?

Finally, step one of her glorious plan to take down Massie Block was in motion. All she needed to do now was to wait for gossip: which is what she does best.

Massie groaned internally, glancing once more at the clock from her desk in Honors English. I think being at this school is going to have me obsessed with clocks later in life. It was only third period. HOW AM I EXPECTED TO SURVIVE UNTIL LUNCH?! Massie love Honors English, it was her best subject, really. And Mrs. Miller was nice and understanding, a rarity amongst most high school teachers. It was Derrick that she couldn't wait to escape. He was oh-so-coincidentally place next to Massie, because of the damn computer that arranged their seats. Derrick had insisted on perpetually bothering her, with the same damn question. It was always: "Massie, PLEASE go out with me?"

And he always got the same answer: "No. Fuck off before I punch you." Massie felt her blood boil when she felt the heat of Derrick's caramel gaze on her. She took deep breaths, resisting the urge to judo pin him to the ground. A folded piece of paper arced into the air and lands on her desk. From Chris, it read on the outside. The brunette girl unfolded the note discreetly under her desk, shooting Derrick a venomously annoyed look when he leaned over her shoulder to read it. "Fuck off, Harrington," Massie growled, her amber eyes narrowing. Derrick looked alarmed when he noticed the brunette raising her arm, and backed away slowly in fear of being given another shiner from Massie. The tiny brunette let a satisfied smirk stretch across her face, and peered down at the scrap of binder paper.

(914)- 234-2344

Chris Plovert

Confused, Massie looked at Chris questioningly, giving him a "what the hell is this for" look. The brunette boy rolled his eyes sassily and sighed dramatically, miming texting on his phone. Ohhhh so he wanted me to text him. Keeping one amber iris on Mrs. Miller, who was currently trying to explain the moral of Romeo and Juliet to another hopeless idiot; the girl discreetly slid her purple encased new iPhone 5s out of her back pocket. The brunette quickly entered Chris's number and texted him.

Massie: What?

Chris: Derrick is obsessed with you.

Massie: I noticed. Why is he so obsessed with me?

Chris: I guess because you're the only girl in this whole city who can resist his charms.

Massie: It's not that hard, just look at how stupid he is.

Chris: Touche.

Massie: He's trying to see what I'm typing, stupid moron.

Chris: He looks so confused, I'm dying.

"GUYS! What's so funny?!" Derrick whined, jutting his lower lip childishly when both brunettes simply laughed at his frustration. The blonde player smirked, an idea popping into his head.

"Hey Massie…"

"What?!"

"Do you need a license to be that hot?"

"No, but you need a license to be that ugly," Massie countered, an amused glint in her amber irises. Chris let out a loud snort, muffling his laughter to giggles when Derrick shot him a "thanks a lot" look. Massie let out a tinkling laugh at his reaction and leaned over to high five Chris over the desk. The blonde boy pouted as they continued to laugh at his expense. Making sure that Mrs. Miller was busy, the brunette girl propped her feet up on the chair of the seat in front of her and made herself at home. Then she turned to Chris and Derrick.

"So, what's the deal with that Alicia Rivera bitch? What the hell even happens at this fancy shmancy school?"

Chris rolled his eyes at the mention of Alicia and sighed. "It's just like in Mean Girls. Evil takes a human form in Alicia Rivera, the other ones are just he-"

"I'M SO FANCY! YOU ALREADY KNOW! I'M IN THE FAST LANE, FROM LA TO TOKYO!" Derrick shouted, taking the word "fancy", as his cue to belt out the Iggy Azalea song, causing both Massie and Chris to laugh hysterically at his off-key voice.

"And I thought I sucked at singing, goddamn Derrick!" Massie laughed. Derrick in turn stuck out his tongue at her childishly and elicited more giggles from the tiny brunette. Maybe he's not that bad after all… Chris smirked knowingly at Derrick and Massie's childish antics.

"AWWWWW! You guys are so cute!" Chris gushed in a girly falsetto, causing both Massie and Derrick and whip around and glare at him. The brunette boy raised his arms in surrender, still smirking. "Achem, as I was saying; evil takes a human form in Alicia Rivera. She's basically the Regina George of BOCD. She's the star. The others are just her little workers. Look at Kristen Gregory. She's the lock on the vault of all of Alicia's secrets. That's why her hair is so big, it's full of secrets. Not really, that's just a reference. So Alicia and Kristen have known each other since the womb, when their mothers attended those dumb "charity" gala pregnant. So Kristen knows everything about Alicia Rivera. And then there's Dylan Marvil, Alicia Rivera's personal punching bag. That bitch literally keeps Dylan around to make fun of her. Also because Dylan's mom is Merri-Lee Marvil, insanely famous talk show host. Dylan used to completely break from Alicia's verbal abuse, but she's strong now. She can fight. Now we come to the matter of Claire Lyons, who was the latest sparkling addition to the Sparkle Sisters in the fifth grade. She's a sweet but feisty one. Our school system is like Mean Girls too. Survival of the fittest," Chris explained gritting his teeth angrily at that part about Dylan.

Derrick rolled his eyes but nodded in agreement. "This bozo is right, even if he does relate every fucking thing to Mean Girls."

"DO NOT INSULT THE SANCTITY OF MEAN GIRLS!" Massie and Chris shouted at the same time, glaring at Derrick.

"I should be paid to put up with this," he grumbled.

Secretly, he worried. Was Chris going to steal Massie away? They were all friends and buddy-buddy. But Chris was too in love with Dylan, right? He'd have to talk to Chris later, before the bel- BRRRRRRRRRIIIIIINNNNGGGG! Speak of the devil.

"Hey Plovert, can I talk to you for a second? Alone?"

"GIRL LINE!" Massie interjected, as she walked out the door. "Hey, Mass! Wait for us outside!" Chris shouted after her before turning back to Derrick.

"So what's up, D?"

"Chris, you know that I like Massie right?"S

"Oh god, you sound so much like a fucking girl right now."

"THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT! Now answer me."

"Of course I know, you idiot. I've known you for your entire life, I think I can tell when you like somebody."

"God we sound like a bunch of girls."

"Agreed, man."

"Either way, back off. You know I like her, so why are you still hitting on her?"

At this Chris burst into laughter, gasping for breath as he laughed. "ME?! Hitting on her?! Dude, I just met the girl today and she's like my twin. That would be so FUCKING weird. Besides, I'm in love with Dylan. Dylan's just so beautiful and-"

"Okay okay, I get it, spare me your feminism."

With that, Derrick and Chris walked out of the empty classroom, joking like the conversation didn't even happen.

But Chris knew it happened.

And he had but one life goal.

It was to get Massie and Derrick together without them murdering each other or him.

Soooo...hiya guys. How was it? If it's really shitty, I'm so sorry. And sorry for making it seem like Chris and Massie would ever be together, it's like a strictly brother-sister relationship between Chris and Massie. Mostly because of Mean Girls. Anyway, I shall answer your reviews!

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