I bet y'all would have never expected two updates in two days… impressive? Let's see if I can update quicker than a year?

I just wanted to quickly thank all of my readers. You guys truly inspire me to write and reviews you write help me move along! I actually went back and reread White Houses to stir up my old feelings for the story and it made me angry at myself for not continuing to write! I wanted to know what will happen next! Haha.

Enough of my rambling… Here is chapter 3… The LONG AWAITED reunion of Derrick and Massie… AND Josh and Kemp are here too! YAY! AND a surprise visitor… can you guess who it is? ;)

Enjoy :)

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Old Flame

I saw you staring at each other

I saw your eyes begin to glow

And I could tell you once were lovers

You ain't hiding nothing I don't know

I couldn't stop fiddling with my white and pink floral dress and constantly adjusting my black cardigan sweater and belt around my stomach. I have never been this nervous in my life. The thought of going to a school in a new state where I know absolutely no one terrifies me. Reading over the school handbook last night did not give help my nerves and stop the butterflies from fluttering it's massive wings in the pit of my stomach.

Octavian Country Day. The name in and of itself sounded intimidating. Any student there sounds like they have to be on top of everything, not miss a beat, the initials are an anxiety order for God's sake.

"Alright kiddo, time to get out now," my father informed me smiling, silently telling me I will be okay. I looked at him and remembered why I was here, to connect with my father. That thought itself soothed my nerves, and encouraged me to step out of the car and get through the day.

"I'll be here after school to get you," he told me.

"Dad I know you have to be busy being CEO of the largest company in the United States and all. I can walk home. It's only a couple miles," I said trying to put on a brave face. Of course I wanted him, maybe even needed him, to be there when I got out, but I did not want to be more of a burden than I already have been for him. The fact that he took me in is too much.

"Don't be ridiculous," he answered rolling his eyes, "I'll see you at 3:30 sharp," he finished rolling up the window and taking off before I could form a rebuttal.

I took a deep breath, smoothed out my long curly, now covering my boobs, golden hair and looked at the school where I am its newest student. It was probably the biggest school I have ever seen with it's red bricks seeming to stretch for miles and the ivy following the white columns to the roof that seemed almost impossible to see where it ended. I closed my eyes for a second trying to gain composure and started walking toward my new life, ready to take on any surprises it throws at me.

Finding my locker was my first task of the day. 202 202 202, I kept repeating to myself as I scanned the lockers on the second floor. Found it! Next, combination, 18—clockwise—14-counterclockwise-21-click. Perfect.

"It can't be," I heard from down the hallway, although probably not meant for me, the voice sounded really familiar.

"My eyes must be playing a trick on me," another voice, and very familiar as well, said.

"Who says that dude? You are such a pansy," the first voice said back snickering. That was when it hit me. I only knew two guys who bickered like a married couple, but it couldn't be. I haven't seen them in two years. I turned around stunned and at the end of the hall there stood Kemp Hurley and Josh Hotz. They were staring right at me and right when I met both of their eyes the burst into huge grins, that spread as wide as their faces.

"Block!" They both yelled in unison before taking off in a sprint towards me. Before I could even take another breath, I was lifted off the ground by Kemp chanting 'Block, block, block", and then I found myself being sandwiched between Kemp and Josh.

"Guys, I can't breath," I spit out between ragged breaths, as they squeezed tighter like they were trying to break my ribs. They both laughed before finally releasing me causing me to practically gasp for air.

"What in carnation brings you here to OCD, better yet New York?" Kemp exclaimed shaking his head like he was in utter shock.

"I'm living with my dad," I replied smiling. I could definitely get used to saying that.

"Wait as in your real dad. The one that you told us about? He lives here?" Josh asked surprised. I couldn't blame him though since I told him how my father never contacted me and left when I was a toddler.

"It's a long story, but yes that's the one," I answered smiling tightly as memories of the letters and the fight with my mom came back to the front of my mind. I shook my head trying hoping to shake them away.

"So let me get this straight. You are living here now?" Kemp asked. I could see the excitement fill up his face like a little kid taking in the sight of all the presents at Christmas.

I nodded and smiled and before I could say anything else I was sandwiched again, but this time I didn't complain. I never realized how much I missed them… it was a lot.

Then it hit me, as in hit me full force like a train.

Derrick Harrington.

"Wait. Don't y'all go to the same school as Derrick," I asked timidly even though I already knew the answer, and that answer brought those butterflies and their monstrous wings to reenter my stomach. I could tell by their faces they didn't think about that either, but once they did their faces turned into pity.

"There is something you need to know Block," Josh warns running his hands into his dark brown hair.

He didn't have to say anything more because I saw him. He was walking through the doors. My heart started beating like a kick drum, my breathing became ragged. It's been two years since I've seen Derrick Harrington. He looked different, yet the same. His dirty blonde hair was now cut shorter to his head where his ends went spit in different directions, he was taller maybe 6'2 or 6'3, his muscles were a lot more defined practically ripping out of his green polo he had on. His eyes though were the same mint green that I always got lost in, he still had that same crooked grin, the same dimples when he smiled. I found myself thinking back to that summer. That summer we fell in love.

"Derrington!" I heard coming from the door. I turned to look where it came from and gasped. Kristen Gregory! She was my best friend that summer, and the friend that lied to me about sleeping with my boyfriend. I haven't seen or talked to her since the night of my birthday party. Wait I thought she lived in California?

"She moved here last year when her father started working for Block Enterprises," Josh answered as if he could read my mind.

She grew a lot since that summer. She was a lot taller, of course her 4 inch suede pumps was probably helping a little, her hair was cut short, to her shoulders with many wispy layers that seemed to bounce and sway when she walked, but that twinkle of excitement and mischief was still there like before.

Derrick turned around to face her and she enveloped him in a hug, and then they looked into each others eyes. I widened my eyes… they are not about to do what I think they are. Please don't. Please don't.

It seems the gods are not on my side as I watched their lips smash against each other passionately. I suddenly felt like I was going to vomit, and needed to retreat fast to the nearest bathroom.

"I'll catch up with you guys later?" I muttered before making a beeline to the bathroom and covering my face in hopes of hiding myself from the new lovebirds.

This isn't happening. It couldn't be. Yes I knew Derrick wasn't going to be waiting around for the off chance we would ever be together again, even though I wish that were the case, but did it have to be Kristen Gregory?

After composing myself in the bathroom, I looked at my schedule realizing I am actually here for school, which was forgotten between seeing Josh and Kemp and seeing the love of my life trading gum with my ex best friend.

D215- Calculus. I saw above the wooden door as I turned to open it and walking in I realized I was a little late. Curse you queasy stomach! I thought seeing all eyes were on me, but I stopped on a pair of mint green eyes. Crap. I saw his eyes widen and all the sudden he spits his gum out in surprise, the gum ending up in the girl's hair in front of him.

"AAHHH!" the girl screamed as she felt the sticky wad on the back of her perfectly spiraled blonde curls. Although I was still healing from shock, I couldn't help but let out a tiny giggle at the girl who was now switching off screaming at the teacher and cursing Derrick, but Derrick didn't hear a word she said. He couldn't take his eyes off of me.

After the gum girl was sent to the nurse I was introduced to the class and sent to the seat at the back that was on the opposite side of Derrick, which I was thankful for.

"First you spit gum in a girl's hair and now you won't stop staring at the new girl Harrington?" The teacher, which I learned her name was Mrs. Davidson, exclaimed tapping her black heel on the floor impatiently.

"Sorry Mrs. Davidson," Derrick apologizes fixing his attention on her rather than me. I felt my ears turn red hearing his voice; it's been so long.

After that I was lost in the syllabus writing down the test dates in my planner. I always wrote everything down. It kept me on top of things, and I always tried to stay on top of it when it came to school. Yet as Mrs. Davidson started droning on about what we will be learning this year I found my eyes back on Derrick. I couldn't take my eyes off of him, and it didn't help that it was math. If it were English class I could distract myself from Derrick easily and actually enjoy being in the classroom, but no. I was stuck in math class. After what seemed like a lifetime the bell rang signaling to the students to go to their second period. Finally, I thought as I stood up and tried to get out before Derrick had time to approach me. He was a lot faster than me,however, and I could hear him at my heels.

"Massie?" I heard Derrick say from right behind me before touching my shoulder. I closed my eyes feeling the spark shoot from my shoulder through my body. Why did he have to touch me? I turned around and was face to face with him. I could feel my face turning red and silently cursed myself for blushing so easily.

"Hi," was all I could muster. I didn't realize it would be this hard to talk to him, but nothing else would come out. All I could think about was the last time I saw him, at the birthday party Kristen threw for me. The pleading in his eyes when he tried to explain himself; I could hear his voice calling my name as I ran away from him. It was too much to take. I couldn't stay here this close to him much longer.

"What—what are you doing here?" he stammered. It seems he is having the same problem as me with talking.

"I moved in with my dad," I answered looking down at my leather flip- flops, trying not to make eye contact with him again, "He lives here," I finished and realized that was a stupid thing to add. Of course he would know that. Why else would I be here? Stupid Massie.

"Your dad?" he asked surprised.

"Long story," I explained shuffling my feet. I felt the lump in my throat getting bigger and knew I needed to leave, "I gotta go," I finished before turning my back on him and walking away hoping I was going in the direction of my next class, and concentrating on not throwing up on the way.

I should have seen this coming.

Derrick and Massie finally see each other again after two long years! Maybe not the reuniting that you wanted, but that's how it is :/….

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