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Derrick P.O.V
"Hey Derrick... let's go somewhere more private." Kristen whispered in his ear seductively. He knew exactly what she meant- the very thought made his skin crawl- but, gulping, he nodded. Smirking, she grabbed his arm and pulled him down the stairs into the lower deck- where all the bedrooms were. She giggled as she kicked a door to an empty room, and shoved him in forcefully.
"Sit here." Kristen instructed, pointing to the bed, and disappeared into the bathroom. Now was his chance. Derrick practically sprinted to the door, and tried to push it open, but with a groan, realized that Kristen had locked it, and most likely had the key. Sighing, he flopped back onto the bed, and lay down, looking up at the ceiling. He was in some seriously deep shit right now. His eyes followed the trail of stars painted on the ceiling absently, and he moaned, rubbing his hands on his face, messing up his shaggy hair.
"Derry poo..."
Wincing, he looked up to see Kristen, clad only in a tacky red J.C Penney push up bra and matching lace panties. Gross. Actually, it looked kinda hot, but seeing Kristen wearing it was like seeing his mom wearing it. Shudder. She grinned, tossed her short, dirty blonde hair behind her, like she was emerging from water, and strutted over to him. Climbing onto the bed, she pushed him backward so he was lying down, and sat on his midriff, straddling him. Then she leaned in, and pressed her lips to his, practically forcing her tongue down his throat.
Gagging, he pushed her back and frowned.
"Hey, Kris... don't you think we should take this a little slower?" he asked weakly. She pouted, and folded her arms across her exposed chest with a huff. Moving toward the door, he didn't notice her slowly unlock it, and whip out her phone.
"God, Derrick, we're together. You better get used to it. And besides, don't you need a little something to take your mind off your breakup?" She placed her phone away on a table and pounced at him when he gave a short, hesitant nod. Tackling him to the floor, they began to make out- more her than him. Shutting his eyes, he pictured Claire. Claire dancing. Claire standing by the bar, a drink in her hand, with a soft smirk. Claire, kissing him, running a hand through his shaggy blonde hair. Claire, kissing Cam... Cam. In a state of aggressiveness, he put his hand behind her neck, and made the kiss deeper. He needed to get the image out of his mind. He felt Kristen smile, but didn't care anymore. He moved his mouth to her neck and bit her lightly- anything to get Claire out of his mind. But he suddenly heard the door swing open, and jerked his head up to see Josh, Massie, Cam, and... Claire. Oh shit.
Josh P.O.V
(A few minutes before)
"Mass? Massie?" He called desperately. He spotted her standing by the bar, a dazed expression on her face, ignoring a tall, lanky guy with fiery red hair who was clearly trying to hit on her. Shoving through the crowd, he went up behind her, snaking his arm around her waist and shooting the freckly boy a look that clearly said 'Stopping hitting on my girlfriend and get lost.' But the idiot didn't seem to get the message.
"Hey Joshy," she said absently, kissing his cheek. The redhead looked slightly surprised.
"Is he your brother?" he asked hopefully.
"I'm her boyfriend, jackass." Josh spat, and glared at him. He glared back, but slipped a piece of paper into Massie's hand, and winked.
"Call me." he said cockily, and turned away, but not before smirking at Josh's furious face. He turned to Massie, who wasn't looking at him.
"Mass? You okay? Usually you pour your drink over any guy who tries to hit on you."
"Hmm?" she murmured, looking away, obviously distracted. He rolled his eyes. Whatever.
"Now we need to find Claire and Derrick, and force them to make up." Jolting her into attention, she quickly nodded. They pushed through the crowd, until they reached Claire and Cam, who were dancing.
"Claire! We need to go. NOW!" Massie hissed, and clutched her arm, tugging. Claire gave Cam an apologetic smile, and allowed herself to be pulled away. Cam made a move to follow her, but Josh stopped him.
"No way, Fisher. Claire's one of my best friends. I'm not going to let you ruin her life like this. Do yourself- and everyone else for that matter- a favor, and get lost!"
Cam glared at him.
"Shut up, Hotz. Claire's the most important thing in my life- I'm not going to let her run into a relationship where she gets hurt."
"Asshole. Don't you remember what you did to her? Cheat on her with my girlfriend? And you say you're looking out for her! That's really funny, Fisher."
"I'VE CHANGED, OKAY? I LOVE HER MORE THAN DERRICK EVER WILL!"
"YEAH, BUT DERRICK'S NEVER CHEATED ON HER! UNLIKE SOME PEOPLE!"
"YOU KNOW WHAT, HOTZ? I REFUSE TO STAND HERE YELLING AT SOME IDIOTIC JERK INSTEAD OF FINDING MY SOON-TO-BE GIRLFRIEND, ALRIGHT? SO LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!"
Josh watched as Cam felt his pocket vibrate, whip out his cell phone, read the message, and snap it shut.
"I need to find Claire. Now." he said tensely, shooting daggers at Josh. He pushed through the crowd in the general direction of where Massie and Claire disappeared, and grudgingly, Josh followed. They looked around frantically, until they saw Massie and Claire walking up a flight of stairs toward the upper deck.
"Wait! Claire!" Cam shouted, waving his hands desperately. "Let's go downstairs to look for Derrick. I thought I saw him go down there a little while ago!"
Massie and Claire exchanged dubious looks, then headed to the lower deck stairs. Josh noticed the slight smile on Cam's face as they followed them down. He should have known at that point that something was up.
Massie P.O.V
Okay, there was no way that the guy on the floor making out with total E.W was Derrick Harrington. The same Derrick Harrington that had told her how much he loved Claire Lyons and was planning to propose. There was no way. Was there?
Josh immediately started screaming, but she ignored everything that he was saying. She looked over at her best friend, whose eyes were brimming with tears, and was biting her bottom lip and breathing hard.
"Claire?" she whispered tentatively. The talking in the room ceased, and everyone turned to Claire. She didn't look at anyone but Derrick.
"What are you doing?" she choked out finally. Josh enveloped her in a hug, and wiped her tears away with his thumb. Cam looked slightly put out that Josh had beat him to comforting her. Kristen looked pleased, but pasted a fake ashamed look onto her face.
"Whoops! Derry, we should probably go somewhere else." She smirked and stood up, grabbing onto his hand and pulling him up. Derrick glanced nervously at everyone before replying.
"Yeah, let's go." he muttered, without meeting Claire's eyes. He followed her to the door, where Josh grabbed his arm and swung him around.
"WHAT THE HELL? IS THAT ALL THAT YOU HAVE TO SAY?" Josh shouted, his usually pale face growing red with anger. He swiftly turned to Kristen who looked slightly shocked at his outburst. "Get out skank!" he snapped, and clutching her arm, pushed her out the door and locked it. They could hear Kristen screaming and banging on the door with her fists.
"Guys! Come on, I don't have any clothes!" she pleaded from the other side.
"Should have thought of that before!" Josh yelled. Everyone turned back to Derrick.
"How could you do this, Harrington?" Josh said slowly, his hands curling into fists. Derrick glared him, and replied in a slow, deadly voice.
"I think you and Claire should answer that question."
Everyone stared, unmoving, neither side understanding what the other was talking about.
"I can't believe you, man! I thought you were supposed to be my best friend!" Derrick shouted, and shoved Josh toward the wall threateningly.
"What the hell are you talking about dude?" Josh wheezed, barely able to breathe in his grasp.
"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! You slept with my girlfriend!"
"DERRICK! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? LEAVE HIM ALONE!" Claire screamed, trying to tug Derrick away.
"Shut up, Claire." he snapped, turning on her. "If he was the one you wanted, why couldn't you have left me alone, goddamnit?"
Claire's eyes grew glassy with tears again.
"But Derrick..."
"Go run back to that bastard, Fisher. I'm sure the both of you will enjoy fucking each other for the rest of the summer."
A resounding slap rang through the air. It was dead silent. Everyone was staring at them in disbelief. Did she just...? Derrick clutched his cheek, and gazed at Claire in shock. She, sending him a deathly glare, turned on her heel and ran out.
Two Days Later.
Claire P.O.V
This was the worst fight in the history of relationship arguments, she realized. Well, that is, if you could call it just a fight. Technically, they had broken up. But she refused to accept this as a break up. She had loved him- she could even imagine herself marrying him. But she always knew that whenever she mentioned marriage, he'd stiffen and look awkward. Maybe he was scared of commitment- that could be the reason he cheated on her. What the hell was her problem? She really needed to face the facts.
He doesn't like you, that's all. He probably was using you the whole time.
She squeezed her eyes shut, but that didn't stop the tears from flowing again. The last time she had felt this way was when her favorite aunt Serena died. All alone. She knew that Josh and Massie and her parents cared about her. That was something, wasn't it?
Claire sighed, hugging her knees to her chest, and rocked back and forth in the alcove of Hunter's house. She'd rather eat fifty big Macs than stay with Derrick and the rest of them for the rest of vacation. She really missed Massie and Josh, though. She could do with a girlfriend to comfort her. Cam had been really great about the whole thing. He had offered generously for him and Hunter to host her for the rest of the summer. Not knowing what else to do at that time, she had readily accepted. Cam, Hunter, and all those other other people they hung out with were out at the movies. Both Hunter and Cam had pleaded with her to come join them, but she had politely declined, saying that she needed some time alone. After much persuasion, they finally left. As she looked outside, she noticed that it had begun to drizzle. She was practically craving to take a run outside. Smiling the first real smile in days, she quickly changed into a pair of light green PINK sweat pant capris and a white Coldplay tee-shirt she had picked up at Hot Topic recently. It was the only thing Massie allowed her to buy there. She reached into her suitcase and pulled out her red iPod nano. After tying her long hair up into a high ponytail, she placed her iPod in the elastic of her sweat pants, and ran out the door, barefoot.
"Nanette! I'm leaving!" she called to the Johnson's housekeeper.
"In this weather, Miss Claire?" she said worriedly, emerging from the kitchen. Claire just grinned and sprinted out.
The rain felt amazing on her body. Water dripped from every surface, but she didn't care. It was an exhilarating feeling. Putting her iPod on shuffle, she ran and ran and ran, down to the beach and across the shoreline. It was beautiful. The sky was a light shade of gray, and rain came down down fast. The beach was deserted, and she relished the feeling of the soft sand between her toes. As she ran, her favorite song by Colbie Caillat blasted in her ears.
Take time to realize,
That your warmth is.
Crashing down on in.
Take time to realize,
That I am on your side
Didn't I, Didn't I tell you.
But I can't spell it out for you,
No it's never gonna be that simple
No I cant spell it out for you
If you just realize what I just realized,
Then we'd be perfect for each other
and will never find another
Just realized what I just realized
we'd never have to wonder if
we missed out on each other now.
Take time to realize
Oh-oh I'm on your side
didn't I, didn't I tell you.
Take time to realize
This all can pass you by.. Didn't I tell you
But I can't spell it out for you,
no its never gonna be that simple
no I can't spell it out for you.
If you just realized what I just realized
then we'd be perfect for each other
then we'd never find another
Just realized what I just realized
we'd never have to wonder if
we missed out on each other now.
It's not always the same
no it's never the same
if you don't feel it to.
If you meet me half way
If you would meet me half way.
It could be the same for you.
If you just realized what I just realized
then we'd be perfect for each other
then we'd never find another
Just realized what I just realized
we'd never have to wonder
Just realized what I just realized
missed out on each other now
missed out on each other now
Her breath was quick and adrenaline pumped through her veins. "Realize" always reminded her of Derrick. And the thought of Derrick made her heart beat faster and she felt herself running faster. Maybe she'd forgive him. Maybe.
God, this is exactly what I needed, she thought to herself. She stopped running after reaching the other end of the shore, and stood there, lifting her head to the sky and letting the water splash on her face refreshingly. Claire slowly twirled in place, letting her clothes get soaked, and a feeling of ineffable happiness to control any of her other emotions.
Derrick P.O.V
He was miserable. He, Josh, Massie, and Kristen had gone back to his yacht in a stony silence after that party. He had spent the last two days cooped up in his room. He didn't feel like going back to the private island just yet, though. If they left, he'd have no where to hide from Kristen. Neither Massie or Josh had questioned him- they were strictly using the silent treatment. What did he do to deserve this? Sure, he had made out with Kristen, but that was only because Claire had kissed Cam and dumped him. Oh, and slept with Josh. How oblivious did his so called 'friends' think he was? Claire was cheating on him, big time, and he was trying to forget about her. Anything so bad about that? No, he didn't think so. Everyone was just being too bitchy to understand it.
Frowning, he lay back on his bed- in his locked bedroom. He couldn't risk Kristen coming in and trying to kiss him- or take it any further. As much as he hated to admit it, he missed them. Josh and Claire. Josh was his best bud- he always was able to talk to him about his 'girl problems'. And Claire. Words couldn't describe how much he missed Claire...
Sighing, he plugged his iPod into his ears, and went to the 'Playlist' menu. Scrolling down, he went to the 'Claire is amazing' playlist that she had made herself. The first song was her favorite, "Realize" by Colbie Caillat.
Take time to realize,
That your warmth is.
Crashing down on in.
Take time to realize,
That I am on your side
Didn't I, Didn't I tell you.
She sang this song all the time. It reminded him of the two of them, the golden couple of BOCD. Everything that they had done together. Glancing out the peep hole, he made sure Kristen wasn't in sight before slowly unlocking the door and walking up to the deck. It was raining, but he didn't care. He liked the rain. Massie and Josh were in the theater room, watching some romantic chick flick, and Kristen was out shopping- according to a wet post it note sticking on the door. Whatever.
Derrick leaned against the railing of the yacht and stared out at the beach. On the shore, not too far away, he saw a girl. A tall, thin girl with blonde hair, standing on the sand serenely, letting the rain fall on her face. The mist that came with the rain caused a haze so he couldn't see her face. But he guessed that she would be beautiful if he saw her up close. She reminded him of Claire. This was the kind of thing that she would do. But she far away, probably with Cam or Hunter or some other random person. God, he really needed to stop thinking about her... Shaking the wet hair out of his face, he turned and walked down back to his room. Time for some emo music.
Yeah, so was it worth the wait? New chapter up soon if I get enough reviews. Eventual Clairington, but you'll have to be patient. Oh, and reading the lyrics to the song will help later on in the story. REVIEW.