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: the warnings do say life-ruining rich kids with nothing better to do but ruin people's lives. :3

i got my scars right here

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claire;

Everything about Westchester Preparatory Academy was like nothing Claire had ever seen, but then again, all of Westchester was like nothing Claire had ever encountered either. The places, the people, everything was so much more sophisticated, and as a result, more manufactured. No substance, no soul. At least, that's what it felt like to Claire. So far, she hadn't met anyone in this place without an ulterior motive.

Claire cast a glance at Derrick next to her, his hand on her back as he led her down the hall towards their first class. Making their way down, the blond had been stopped more than once in greeting by various people and Claire just knew that if this were any place other than Westchester, Derrick wouldn't be giving her the time of day.

She just couldn't help but be suspicious. People like Derrick just didn't associate with people like her. She knew this. She'd seen enough bad teen movies to know to beware of guys like him. But like everyone else, he was overly friendly. Weren't schools like Westchester Prep supposed to be exclusive? Claire felt her head spinning from all the names and people she had already met who wanted to get to know her further.

"You know, I've heard quite a lot about you, Claire," Derrick said as they continued down another hallway.

Claire startled out of her thoughts. "You have?"

Derrick nodded. He stopped, reached out, and grabbed her left hand. His thumb ran over her the ring on her finger, brushing against the 'true love waits' engraved in silver. Then he caught her eye, "Frankly, I find it depressing."

Claire blinked in surprise before coming to her senses and snatching her hand back. Did she hear him right? "I'm sorry?" she snapped.

"You're swearing off something you've never experienced."

She couldn't help but scoff at his audacity. "I'm not 'swearing' anything off," she told him as she turned and headed down the hallway, with or without him. She wasn't going to be late to her first class on her first day. "I just hold the belief that two people shouldn't experience the act of love until they're in love. And quite honestly, anyone our age isn't really mature enough to really know what those emotions are anyways. Or even what love really is, but marriage, marriage will guarantee that."

"Are you a lesbian?" Derrick called out.

Claire stopped in her tracks instantly. She was so surprised; she couldn't even bring herself to be offended. And then his words hit her, she whipped back around to face him. "What?"

"Sorry," Derrick said instantly, sauntering up to her. She wondered if he really was. "It's just… I've never heard anyone say something like that with a straight face."

Claire felt her mouth drop open in indignation. She turned back around instantly and headed down the hall. "I wouldn't expect someone like you to understand anyways," she muttered in disgust. Claire dug in her binder for her map. She'd find her own way to class, but Derrick stopped her with a tug to her arm.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Derrick asked her in surprise.

"It means, you wouldn't understand," she articulated clearly, "And I really don't expect you to."

She was being honest too. Derrick was someone who probably thrived on sex and drugs and probably a whole host of dirty things she couldn't even imagine. He'd probably never been to church in his entire life. But, unlike him, she respected his beliefs and how he wanted to live his life.

Derrick raised his brows and grinned at her.

"You don't even know me," he told her. His charm was borderline cocky and all it did was rub her the wrong way. She removed herself from his grip.

Claire didn't look at him. She pursued her map and absentmindedly shook her head. "I think I have you down pegged, actually."

"Oh yeah?" Derrick asked lightly, running a hand through his messy hair.

"You're not the only one who's heard things."

"Well, what have you heard?"

She paused and debated whether or not to share, but she had a feeling that Derrick wasn't someone that ever got offended by anything. His ego must be blinding him to the fact that Claire wasn't interested in him. So she didn't hold back. Claire sighed and turned back to face him. She met his caramel eyes head on. "That you're a regular Lothario. That you love 'em and you leave 'em. …That you'd say anything to get me in bed with you and then… and then, that you'd break my heart."

Derrick cleared his throat, though his eyes were dancing with humor. "Really?"

Claire scowled; she hadn't been complimenting him. She spun on her heels, crossed her arms over her chest, and made her way down the hall again. Their classroom was just around the corner. Irritated, she was itching to get to class. "I've been more than informed about your reputation."

Derrick pulled her back again. "Who told you all this?" he asked her lowly.

She huffed and pulled herself from his grip again. Claire shook her head. "A friend. But honestly, why are you so surprised? It's the truth, isn't it?"

And with that, she turned and entered the classroom without him.

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massie;

"Some guys just can't be tamed, hmm?" Becca Wilder remarked to Liz Goldman as she passed by Massie and Alicia's locker. The 'not even by Massie Block' was left unsaid. There was no need. The sly look she shot Massie from the side practically screamed triumph at her loss. Massie had to clench her hands into fists to stop from lashing out. As a result, the slam of her locker was rougher than intended. Her mirror breaking with a crash could be heard through the metal.

Dylan and Kristen shot her sympathetic looks. Words like 'she's just jealous, she doesn't even know what she's talking about,' gushed from their lips. But Alicia shot her a raised eyebrow at her fit of rage. She pursed her lips in her own mirror before turning to her Alpha. "Well, she was the last person to screw around with him before you. You remember the Josh's pool party, right?"

Yes, Massie absolutely remembered. She also remembered Becca's comments before the summer about her slipping. It seemed the B-lister hadn't learned her lesson. She exhaled loudly through her nose and leaned against her locker, unlocking her phone. She scrolled down her contacts until she hit Derrick's name. Alicia slammed her own locker shut and leaned close to watch her type.

'you ever fuck becca wilder?'

Alicia met her eyes and gave her a devious smile, linking arms with her, as they started for Calculus. Kristen and Dylan knew better than to ask; they would find out when Massie was ready to tell. They walked five steps behind the other two.

Her phone chimed with Derrick's reply. 'probably… why?'

'nudes?' she speed typed back as they rounded the hallway. People parted for them to pass. Derrick was notorious for cataloging his conquests.

'come and get it. 1st floor bathroom,' was his instant reply.

Massie stopped in her tracks, unlinking her arm from Alicia's. She hummed at her friend. "Change of plans. I'll meet you guys at lunch."

"If you're going to go," Alicia called after her, "go hard."

"My official motto," Massie smiled sweetly. Becca wasn't going to get away with dissing her, again. She turned and headed down the marble staircase as the bell rang, echoing off the halls, and the rest of the students rushed away. Her Sam Edelman pumps clicking on the glossy floors, Massie cast a glance down the deserted hall. It was unnecessary, no classes were ever held down here; it the go to spot for private meetings. She slipped inside.

Derrick was lounging against the tiled seat jutting out from the bathroom wall, lighting up a joint when she walked in. Massie marched right up and snatched it from him. She dropped it and ground her heel down on it. "If you think I'm walking out with that smell in my hair, you've got another thing coming."

Her stepbrother raised an eyebrow at her. "Did you forget to take out your anal beads this morning?"

Massie ignored that, heading to the mirror and inspecting herself. She was having a good hair day; it was just about the only thing she had going for her right now. The school year was off to the worst start possible. "Becca Wilder thinks she's more elevated than she really is," she turned back to him, "I know you have them."

"Well, you're not the only one with problems," Derrick replied nonchalantly. "Some asshole's been whispering in Claire's ear all about me."

"Whispering warnings, you mean?" Massie turned and leaned against the porcelain basin.

Now, Derrick straightened up, swinging his legs to the tiled ground. He narrowed his eyes at her. "Don't tell me it was you."

The accusation earned him a look of profound annoyance from her. His suspicious look slid away, replaced with a look of bemusement. " …Obviously not," her stepbrother said, leaning and relaxing back up against the tiles. A cocky smirk graced his lips. "You want me to fuck this Claire chick, don't you? This isn't about her at all. …You're dying to get revenge on Kemp for dumping you."

Massie turned back around to avoid his eyes. "What is it about her anyways?" she couldn't help muttering.

"Innocence," Derrick said bluntly. At his words, Massie turned back around to face him. She didn't know if he was fucking with her or not. Disbelief and disgust warred inside when she realized he was serious.

"Are you kidding? One fuck and that would be gone. Then what would she have to offer?"

The blond only smirked at her words, unperturbed. "You should try it sometime, Block. Guys might actually—"

She knew he was only baiting her, but reaching her breaking point, Massie snapped. "Fuck you, Derrick!" she screeched. "So, guys like you and Kemp can fuck anything that moves and whore around all over the place, but I'm the slut!? Jesus, heaven forbid a girl enjoy sex, right? God forbid, a girl is confident about herself. Because no 'self-respecting' girl could possibly find enjoyment in sex, right? For deriving pleasure from a pleasurable act, oh, I'm definitely going to Hell for that! No, it's okay for guys like you and Kemp to do it, but the moment it's me, I get dumped for 'innocent' uppity bitches like Kuh-laire Lyons."

"Careful now. You're starting to sound a little bitter there, Block."

His sarcasm wasn't appreciated, but she couldn't even bring herself to be embarrassed about her outburst. It was the truth. The double standard had always rankled her. She exhaled, unclenching her fists. Plus, it was only Derrick, and now that she got that off her chest, she did feel better.

Massie made a face. "More like pissed off."

"Are you done?" was her brother's only reply.

"Yes," she bit out sweetly. Massie turned back around to the mirror to make sure she wasn't blotchy from her anger.

"You asked," Derrick drawled. "There's something… sweet about making your mark on uncharted territory, corrupting something so pure."

Massie shot him a look of pure disgust over her shoulder. "You're gross, you know that, right?"

"Don't act like this isn't exactly what you wanted," Derrick stood and approached her. "What was it that you said the other day? …To know that the thought of falling into bed with you will terrify her, all without stopping her fall.'" His hand brushed against the nape of her neck. Her breath hitched, but she didn't stop him. She met his eyes in the mirror. "Something about 'knowing that she holds complete faith in virtue'… but sacrifices it to me. Powerful words." His thumb brushed down the side of her neck gently and Massie shivered.

She batted him away before he could notice his effect on her. She turned back around, her body facing him. She stared at him, then gave him a slow smirk, "Seems like you have a thing for the unattainable."

Derrick's eyes were dancing as he took her in, leaning against the basin nonchalantly. He didn't protest.

"If I didn't know how bad you want this, I'd honestly believe it was you. Who else would want to sabotage this?"

Massie raised a brow at him, amused. "Are you kidding? Are we really going to list all the people out to get you? Talk about finding Waldo. Try all the girls in the entire senior class. Also, every guy's girlfriend you stole just to fuck with them. We should probably include some faculty in there too, I wouldn't put it past you," she tapped a finger against her glossed lips, pretending to think. "Well, let's start with last year. There was Grier Biggs who you fucked over by fingering his girlfriend at Homecoming. And you should probably add her, Kori I mean, to the list too, since you bragged to everyone about it. Then there was that whole instance with Krista Bassett where you—"

Derrick cut her off with a sneer. "Alright, you're right. Stupid question."

Massie giggled, tucking a lock of brown hair behind her ear. "Honestly, with your reputation, you didn't think she'd hear stories?"

"And here I thought you wanted me to fuck her over," he raised another brow.

"I do," Massie smiled sweetly at him. "You're perfect for the job, with your exact reputation. But if you don't think you can do it… it means you forfeit, doesn't it? And that means your hot, little car is all mine. I did want to hit up the mall today after school. You'll have to hitch a ride with Kemp."

"Ha ha," Derrick deadpanned. "You're not as funny as you think you are."

Massie hummed at him, pleased with herself. She sat herself down on Derrick's old seat, crossing her legs daintily. Derrick pushed her over and plopped down next to her. He placed his head into his hands, ran them through his hair, and groaned. "You should have heard some of the shit she was spewing out. You would have cried from laughter."

"Let me guess," Massie tilted her head. She donned her public persona voice, the one she used when talking to her parents and teachers. Sweet and preppy and innocent, she chimed, "'Sorry, Derrick, but I'm waiting for the one, but the only one in my life is Jesus.'"

Derrick turned to stare at her with disbelieving eyes. "You are, honest to God, spot-on."

A laugh bubbled out of her throat before she could stop it. "Jesus Christ, is she for real?"

"I've never met anyone more uptight in my life."

At those words, she cast him a sly glance from the corner of her eye. "Sounds like she needs to get laid," she sang.

Derrick sneered at her again. He tugged on his school tie roughly, loosening it. "Claire's not like other girls. A tennis bracelet and an offer of a quick fuck behind the bleachers won't do it for her."

He reached over and tugged on her Tiffany charm bracelet as if to prove his point. She slapped his hand away, gifting him with her own sneer.

"Classy, Derrick," she snapped. "God, if that's your regular tactic, I weep for the girls at this school."

Her brother only grinned devilishly in response. Massie cast her eyes away from him quickly, observing the deserted bathroom. Sometimes, she hated the effect he had on her. She got up and turned to him, crossing her arms over her chest. Derrick, who had slouched against the tile walls again, watched with impassive eyes as she leaned closer and smirked at him.

"Well, there you go," she told him.

His brow raised in a silent question.

"You said it yourself," Massie repeated slowly. "Claire's not like other girls. So treat her differently."

"That's your advice?" her brother asked her incredulously. He rolled his eyes. "Thank you, Duchess Obvious. As if I hadn't known that already."

Massie smirked wider. "Aw. Is this turning out to be too hard for you, Harrington?" she cooed patronizingly, but she gasped in surprise when Derrick's hands shot out and landed on her hips. He tugged her closer to him, in between his legs. She stumbled, but gripped his shoulders to stable herself with a scowl.

"Not even close," he breathed. "You should know by now that I enjoy a good challenge, Block."

"Lucky for you then," she smiled darkly. "You've found just the girl; she might never give it up."

Derrick's left hand slipped under her blazer and silk top, brushing against her bare hip. Massie felt goosebumps forming on her arms and tingles running down her spine at his touch. They had never, ever been like this before. She had never allowed him these liberties before and he had never tried anything like this on her before. It was like her proposal of the bet had allowed them to cross all the lines. She swallowed deeply, her throat suddenly dry.

"It's like you want me to fail," Derrick grinned wickedly. "…when we both know how much you want this." Massie narrowed her eyes at the reminder of Kemp, but then he continued, and she froze in indignation at his next words. "…How eager you are to fuck me, I mean."

Massie slapped his hands away instantly, removing herself completely away from his grip. "You're kidding, right?" she asked, making her tone as rude as possible. She couldn't believe that she let him lull her into a false sense of… whatever he had been doing to her before she remembered how much of an asshole he was.

Derrick laughed. "Who proposed the terms of this bet again, sis?"

She ignored him completely, while her mind frantically spun for a snappy comeback. It's like being around him shut down all her brain cells. She forgot who she was around him.

"What I'm 'eager for' is for you to fuck Kuh-laire Lyons," she finally settled on saying.

Done playing, Massie held out her hand, palm facing up. Sensing her impatience, Derrick reached into his slacks and pulled out his iPhone. He held it just out of her reach though, as if he couldn't resist teasing her once more. The cocky smirk on his face made Massie want to smack him. "Admit that you're eager for my cock and you can have all the pictures you want."

Massie's mouth dropped open in shock.

"As if," she practically shrieked. She reached for his phone. When he pulled it back, Massie, too caught up in the moment, couldn't resist wrestling with him for it. He arched backwards, holding it over his head, but Massie clamored onto the seat. Derrick's arm snaked around her waist and tugged her down to the bench next to him instantly, but in his distraction, Massie snatched his phone from his hand.

Smirking at him in triumph, she held it out for him to unlock it. Rolling his eyes, Derrick typed in his password. Massie didn't bother to remove herself away from him, too distracted with his collection as she scrolled through his photos.

She stopped when she found Becca. She was nowhere near a perfect ten, but Massie wasn't so insecure about her own looks to not be able to admit that the other girl did look good from that angle, spread out like that. Massie tapped his screen as she debated whether this would decrease or increase Becca's social standing. Most likely decrease, she settled on deciding, last she heard, Becca was dating someone. Either way, Becca was an idiot for forgetting that Derrick was her stepbrother. She loved when people underestimated her.

She started to attach a few contacts, knowing that it would make the rounds by the end of the day, as Derrick watched her with a twinkle in his eyes, but then she remembered Alicia's words.

If you're going to go, go hard.

She attached Derrick's entire school contact list, along with the photo. His devious grin matching her own, she met Derrick's caramel eyes and hit send.

Let's see how Becca liked that.

A lesson to anyone who fucked her over.

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A/N: obviously, the characters views aren't my own. hope i didn't offend anyone.

thank you for all the reviews and comments. you voted massington? you got 3,000 words of massington. :3

massie/derrick aren't good people, but they're very fun to write. to everyone saying that they should just fuck already, LOL. one, stepsibling!cest isn't usually encouraged in the real world and two, that's the whole point. they could very well do that, but they love their wicked games too much. [aha, c wut i did thur].

they get off on it.

see you next time! kisses!