Title: wicked games
Genres: drama, drama, drama.
Main Pairings: claire/derrick, massie/derrick
Side Pairings: hints of massie/kemp. implied derrick/everyone lol
Warnings: language, language, and excess language. mature themes [in various forms; innuendo, dirty talk, propositions, mentions and references to sex, etc. etc.]. if you don't think you're mature enough for this story, you probably aren't. this is a warning. if you send me a flame about how sick this is, i will probably laugh. mentions of drug and substance use. dark!massington, as in pseudo-incest. yes, you read that right. incest. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. life-ruining rich kids with nothing better to do but ruin people's lives. detailed and graphic sexy times [as in; doing the do in full, fondue for two, or as nalanda would say that frick frack paddy whack tic tack].
Overall Rating: rated M for mature
Credit & Disclaimer: i do not own the clique, obvi.
Summary: Derrick Harrington, playboy. Massie Block, queen bitch. Claire Lyons, new girl. The posh lifestyle of the rich and privileged in Westchester affords the luxury of games for the teens. Only this time, the stakes are higher. / "You're saying you want to play?" A slow smirk. "You're on." /AU/
Author's Note: sorry this took so long. writer's block with massie/derrick characterizations. boy pov is way hard.

i got my heart right here

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massie;

With Westchester Prep's standard uniform requiring girls to dress in collared shirts, pleated skirts, and matching blazers emblazoned with the school's crest, there was only so much Massie could do after years of attendance. Today, she switched her standard collared shirt for a flowy silk top and accessorized with a navy tights and a printed scarf instead of the usual tie. A modern day Blair Waldorf.

Massie swung her Tory Burch tote over her shoulder and breezed down the stairs of the Harrington estate. Derrick was heading towards the double doors, just as she reached the bottom steps.

"Give me a ride?" she asked, clasping on her Tiffany bracelet.

"Fine," Derrick muttered, running an impatient hand over his messy blond hair. His blazer wasn't on, his sleeves were rolled up, and his tie was loose. He never had been a morning person. "But I'm not driving you anywhere after school."

"Fine," Massie replied, swinging the door shut after them.

Her stepbrother stood at the passenger side of his Ferrari and held out the door for her to enter. 'It really was a nice ride,' she thought absentmindedly. Massie sat and swung her legs in and watched as he shut the car door for her. Massie relaxed back into the comfortable seat. His car smelled like him, leather and spice and something uniquely all Derrick.

Derrick slammed his own door shut and shifted his car into drive. Massie watched him, until she couldn't take the silence anymore.

She smiled at him sweetly. "I can't wait until I'm riding your car all around town."

Derrick instantly shifted his car back into park with a jolt. Massie blinked in surprise as he let go of the wheel and turned to her stare at her intently, a lock of hair falling into his eyes. Massie had to clutch her hand into a fist and dig her nails into her palm to stop herself from brushing it back for him.

'Inappropriate. So inappropriate,' she had to remind herself.

Derrick reached over and gripped her chin, giving her that devilish grin of his that turned her on like nothing else. It shouldn't, it shouldn't, but it did. And then, with his caramel eyes boring straight into her amber ones, he tsked and said, "Oh Block, the only thing you're going to be riding… is me."

Massie sucked in a breath, feeling her cheeks heat up instantly. Derrick smirked, let go of her, and turned back to his car and the road as if he hadn't just shocked her speechless, knocked her breathless.

She swallowed at the image he had painted of them. Her throat was dry at his audacity, at his nerve, at his overconfidence. Thinking back, she couldn't believe that she had really suggested that option for their bet. …She had just needed Derrick for her plan to ruin Claire and it had killed her that he was interested, but unwilling to do it, just to spite her.

And then it had hit her, all at once; she could make it a game. Another one of their games, and Derrick would be all in.

God, what had possessed her?

Yeah, she was attracted to the blond. Obviously she was, because he was attractive. A summer on the coast of France had done him well. Tanner and more relaxed, Derrick had returned with a twinkle in his eye that told you he had seen and done it all, that told you life was good, no—that life is good—and that he had absolutely no qualms about enjoying it wholeheartedly. His whole nature screamed carefree and wild, someone who takes life as it comes and just goes with it, never letting anything or anyone pass by without him.

And sure, he had a wicked smile, a killer body, and an annoying air of someone who knew they looked good and thrived on it, which shouldn't have been hot, except that it was, but Jesus… he was her brother.

It was wrong times a million.

So, why? Because now it might really happen, no, it would really happen. Derrick was going to win their bet and they would—

She cut herself off there, before she could work herself up more. Red was not a good first day back to school look. How would she explain her flush to her friends? With Derrick's attention on the road and off of her, Massie felt like she could breathe again. She forced her hand steady as she reached up for the visor and mirror to fix her hair before they arrived.

Derrick pulled his car into the parking lot with a quick jerk while Massie rolled her eyes. He acted like it was ride or die, as if anyone would even dare to steal his spot. There were rules in place, even if it was only the first day. Top spots near the front quad go to people like Massie and Derrick, and unsuspecting new juniors who didn't know that, learned quickly.

Massie made to get out, but Kemp's Range Rover slid into view suddenly, sliding into the spot next to Derrick's, and her exit was impeded. She cursed and Derrick whistled lowly at her language. He, on the other hand, had no problems exiting.

"Tough luck," he grinned at her, one leg already on the pavement. "Talk about awkward."

Massie scowled at him, but he slammed his own door shut before she could respond. She clamored to exit before Kemp did. Meeting up with your ex for the first time was always beyond embarrassing and she wanted the upper hand.

Readjusting her bag over her shoulder, Massie cast a glance at the students milling on the quad before class. Though they were all reuniting and catching up after a long summer, many were still casting discrete glances at her, Kemp, and Derrick. Word of their breakup had definitely spread, and everyone wanted the latest gossip before class.

Massie mentally prepared herself, schooling her features into indifference. It wouldn't do to show the public, or worse, Kemp, how much the breakup had cost her or how much it had hurt her. She took a deep breath. Even thinking about it now caused an awful churning in her stomach, simmering rage mixed burning mortification that threatened to overtake her manufactured calm.

Never one to hold back in the confrontation department, after he had greeted Derrick with whatever it was that guys did, some half hug fist bump or something, Massie met Kemp's eyes head-on. Even after the anger and shame she felt at being dumped, Massie couldn't stop herself from admiring him. Seeing him again after so long only brought back memories of their time together. Only instead of wanting to screw him now, Massie only wanted to kick him. Because he wasn't hers anymore, he didn't belong to her anymore. Because he had blew it and lost his chance. And he was going to get what was coming to him.

What Kemp should have done was picked up and called her back after the million voicemails she had left him. If he had been done with her, Massie would have liked to have been told straight up, so as to have been spared the embarrassment and torture of obsessing over him. And maybe Massie would have taken it better… maybe, but probably not. But still.

Kemp ran a hand through his sun kissed curly hair and cleared his throat, "Massie."

Massie adopted a confident smile, wondering if it looked as fake as it felt. "Kemp," she replied slowly, "How was your summer?"

Kemp cast a desperate glance at Derrick, who was suddenly very interested in his phone, because awkward.

"It was pretty great, actually."

Massie bristled at his nonchalance. She knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't stop herself. Letting Kemp know how much his blasé attitude about their relationship, which had meant something to her, when he apparently didn't care at all, was a terrible idea. It reeked of desperation. But it was as if this summer had fucked her up and left her without a filter or common sense or dignity or anything. She felt herself slipping.

Being dumped and then being confronted by him outside of her terms was throwing her off her game.

Massie maintained her smile because she felt about a million eyes of the masses burning into the side her face. 'Let them look,' she thought. 'Let them see how well I'm taking our split; let them see how well we're getting along.' Maybe they'll even think it was a mutual break up.

"Yeah?" she raised an eyebrow. Because her's had been awful. Paris had lost most of its appeal after trying to reach her boyfriend a million times and receiving no response. So, also never one to shy away from addressing the problem, Massie just couldn't contain herself. It could never be said that she wasn't fearless. "How's Claire?"

Derrick's head shot up at the mention of the object of their bet, his eyes darted between her and Kemp, his eye brows raised in question. Kemp froze, his hand dropping back down awkwardly. He must not have expected her to mention anything relating to the reason he dumped her.

"Uh… Claire?" Kemp rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably.

Massie felt a thrill of satisfaction run through her at his obvious discomfort. This was what he got for dumping her the moment she arrived back on American soil, over the phone, with no warning, with no explanation. 'This is what you get for dumping me for another girl,' she thought, staring into his green eyes.

"Claire. Claire Lyons?" Massie tilted her head to the side innocently. "Alicia told me you've been showing her around since the beginning of summer."

"Right. Claire, she's… good," Kemp muttered, scuffing the ground with his shoe. He leaned up against his Range Rover next to Derrick, who was watching her with amused eyes. He was picking up very quickly on exactly why she had proposed the bet of corrupting this Claire Lyons to him, but Massie couldn't even bring herself to be bothered with the knowledge that she was giving herself away. Letting him know the reason why she wanted him to sleep with Claire wasn't a big deal.

He was all in, she knew he was. Even the thought of stealing Kemp's new girl wouldn't deter him. Not when she had an ace over him. Her.

Massie smiled brightly. "That's great. When do I get to meet her?"

Kemp cleared his throat. "We're not dating."

Of course, Massie already knew that. There was nothing going on between them because Claire refused to give it up. She played innocent though. "Oh, I thought… Oops. I was hoping you could introduce me. I'd love to get to know her."

Kemp raised his eyebrows at her words, but Derrick actually snorted.

"What?" Massie laughed lightly, continuing to blink innocently.

Her ex and her brother might just know her too well, but it didn't stop her from playing.

"You want to meet Claire?" Kemp asked her, his tone making it clear that the thought of the two of them conversing on any wavelength was ridiculous.

"Of course," she replied. Adopting a sweet smile, Massie stepped up closer and adjusted his tie for him, knowing the intimacy was making him uncomfortable, given that he didn't feel that way about her anymore. Kemp let her fuss over him. "We'd get along great. I could tell her all about that one time…" she trailed off and bit her lip. "You remember, right? At the country club? I bet she'd love to know about that."

Kemp flushed instantly at her words.

And with that, Massie let go, smirked one last time, and flounced off to meet up with Alicia before class.

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derrick;

'Wow. What a bitch,' Derrick thought as he and Kemp watched her walk away. He loved it.

Derrick turned to Kemp with a shit-eating grin. "She's sure taking it well." His friend shot him a look at his sarcasm and let out an answering groan of despair. Derrick only grinned wider. "I warned you. I told you not to go for her."

"Well, I thought you were just jealous that you never got to hit that."

Derrick froze for a beat. 'Not for long,' he thought, feeling a burst of twisted humor. He schooled his expression to make sure he gave nothing away. "Fuck you, man. She's my sister."

He shoved off his friend's car and slid his phone back into his pocket after checking the time. He had told the bastards nine. And they were late.

"Well, I didn't think she'd be out to get me. We were cool."

"Massie doesn't take kindly to being snubbed. In any way," he explained, scanning the quad.

Kemp snorted. "You're telling me …She really thought we'd last the summer?"

Derrick kept his eyes on the milling crowd as she contemplated his friend's words. Now that he had figured out the reason why Massie wanted him to fuck this Claire chick, Derrick did wonder. Was she doing it to fuck Claire over? Or was she doing it to hurt Kemp? Was she expecting to get Kemp back after their bet? Derrick didn't know how he felt about that. He distantly realized Kemp was waiting for an answer. He shrugged carelessly.

"I didn't think she would be that into me. Massie's like the fucking Ice Queen. It took her ages to thaw—"

Derrick was eternally grateful for the interruption that came with the panting arrival of the sophomores. "You're late," he drawled with a raised brow.

The two boys panted, out of breath, mumbling apologizes and excuses he had no patience for. He was doing them a favor and they couldn't be bothered to show up on time. "Lucky for you, I'm generous." The two boys almost deflated with relief. He reached into his pocket and tossed them rags. He smirked at their dumbfounded expressions.

Kemp snickered. "Get to shining," his friend flicked his chin at their cars.

Derrick straightened up. Boys who missed tryouts and wanted another chance on the soccer team were his bitches. Tradition… and he took advantage where he could. The boys hastened to do as they bid, but Derrick grabbed one before he could pass. Liam, his name might have been. He gestured to his car. "You even breathe on her wrong and you're done for."

Liam nodded quickly and he and Kemp left them to their work.

"So, introduce me to this Claire chick," Derrick said nonchalantly as they walked. People parted for them to pass.

Kemp shot him an exasperated look. "You going to fuck this up for me, aren't you?"

Derrick only grinned at him in response.

Turns out, Kemp didn't have to. They didn't even have to look long. They spotted her standing with Massie and Alicia on the front steps of the school entrance. Massie met his eyes as he approached and smirked at him. He raised his brow at her. He didn't even bother paying attention to Kemp and Claire reuniting and greeting each other.

"And Claire?" Massie smiled sweetly. "This is my brother, Derrick."

Claire turned to look at him and it was like something out of a fucking movie. The ray of sunshine from behind her, beaming through the clouds, made her look like some sort of fucking angel. He could see instantly why all the guys at the school were already panting after her. She was new and real in a sea of monotony that was the girls of Westchester. None of the highlights, none of the tan, and none of the fake tits. She was a breath of fresh air.

He could also see instantly why Massie hated her guts. Claire was the probably the polar opposite of her.

And he was going to fuck both of them.

He grinned wickedly.

Man. He had known that he was going to enjoy this.

"Hi," Claire smiled at him, tucking her blonde hair behind her ear. In another way that Claire stood out from the rest of the senior girls, she was wearing the complete standard uniform, sweater vest and all. Her pleated skirt also reached her knees, brand new. The girls that had been attending since children had grown up with their skirts, making them almost minis. Some would have probably tailored and shortened them just to fit in, but not Claire. Her innocence should have bothered him, since she was nothing he usually preferred, but now it seemed he was just finding out what made her tick.

"How's it going?" he smiled back at her.

Claire blushed lightly at his grin, making him grin wider. Kemp cleared his throat, but Derrick knew there wasn't much he could do, with his ex right there. Massie, on the other hand, stepped in closer to them. "We were just about to show Claire where her classes were. We wouldn't want the new girl getting lost, would we, Alicia?"

Alicia giggled lightly and linked arms with Claire. "We can show you the ropes, Claire."

Kemp scowled at Massie. Because since when did Massie doll out favors and kindness? When she was up to something. And Kemp just knew Massie was going to warn Claire away from him. But Derrick wasn't going to complain. Kemp of the map made it easier for him.

"Oh yeah?" he asked. "What's your first class?"

"Oh, um, English," Claire answered, her arm still linked with Alicia's.

"With Dingle?" Derrick asked. At Claire's nod, he shot Massie a raised brow and a look filled with humor. "What a coincidence. We're in the class. And since I know Block has Chem and Kemp has Calc... Well, it makes more sense that I walked you to class."

He stepped around Massie and pushed open the glass doors at the entrance. "If that's alright with you, Claire…?"

Massie watched his and Claire's interaction closely with an unreadable expression, Alicia with an amused brow, and Kemp with a half-hearted glare. The blonde nodded and unlinked her arm from Alicia's, "Of course."

Derrick beamed at her and let her in ahead of him. He glanced back and caught his stepsister's eye again. Her amber eyes twinkling, Derrick shot her a wink.

Game on.

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A/N: the chapters just keep getting longer and longer. oops.

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