Reviews equal love. Thanks guys... though I didn't get as many as usual... :(... but that's okay :).
Here's the long awaited chapter. BTW- Cassie, just as a reminder, is Hunter's girlfriend. As per suggestion, I put in some fluffy Mosh scenes.
weizgangster: okay, I know you are a huge Massington fan, but THIS FIC IS NOT MASSINGTON. I'm sorry you don't like Clairington like the other people who read this story. All my readers will kill me if I make this Massington, so sorry. Not trying to be a b1tch, but listen- if you don't like the pairings, don't read it.
hbanana092: thanks! oh, and here are the answers to your questions- 1. Kristen is a xx (stars don't work, sorry) cause I feel like it. I wanted some O.Cs, but not too many- so I couldn't just make up a random bimbo. Alicia is more slutty, but since she's after Josh, I couldn't use her. Dylan wouldn't do anything like that, and I always thought Kristen flirted with him in the books. 2. As you can tell, Massie, Josh, Claire, and Derrick are happy on their own, so they wouldn't care if their ex-friends were having fun or not. 3. Well, technically, no one's had sex yet, so yeah. I know there's a lot of making out and stuff, but that's why it's rated T. I never said that all the seniors had sex, because I know they don't. Anyway, hope this helps!
beststoriesever95: I totally love you for your reviews. They are so awesome (and detailed!), they make me SMILE- and post faster :)
The Serial Kisser: I hear you. If Lisi put Clairington into the books, maybe I'd actually read them with enthusiasm again.
Enjoy...
Claire P.O.V
It was getting dark, so she figured that it was time to go back. The rain was pouring down harder than ever, and now, she was feeling a bit cold. When she finally opened her eyes and looked straight ahead, she saw from the corner of her eye a muscular shaggy-haired guy standing on a yacht disappear from view. Was that...? No, it couldn't be. Ignoring her frazzled nerves at the possibility, she quickly turned and ran back toward the Johnson's beach house as fast as possible. There were a few claps of thunder, and, in the distance, she swear she saw a flash of lightning.
"Crap." she murmured, and ran faster. Her entire body felt like she had just jumped into a pool. Putting her iPod on shuffle, she tried to avoid stepping on rocks and shells as the sky grew darker. By the time she got near the house, she had already gone through "What you Got" by Colby O'Donis and "Suffocate" by J.Holiday. She felt immensely relieved as she neared the door, and started to sing along to "When did your heart go missing?" by Rooney. Thinking that Hunter, Cam, and the rest of them still hadn't returned from the movies, she skipped into the house, singing the lyrics loudly.
"I'VE WAITED, WAITED FOR NOTHIN', YOU'RE LEAVIN', LEAVIN' ME HANGING. WHEN DID YOUR HEART GO MISSING? WHEN DID YOUR HEART GO MISSING?"
She skipped into the den, and continued to sing.
"I TREAT YOU LIKE A PRINCESS, BUT YOUR LIFE IS JUST ONE BIG MESS. WHEN DID YOUR HEART GO MISSING? WHEN DID YOUR-" she stopped abruptly when she noticed that everyone was indeed back from the movies, were sprawled across the room, and staring at her like she was a freak. All the talking ceased, and Claire realized what she must look like right now.
Her clothes were soaked through- and she flushed when she realized that she was wearing a tight white t-shirt, so her baby blue Aerie bra must be showing. Her hair was five shades darker from the wetness, and she was biting her lip nervously. It must have looked appealing though, because every guy in the room- including Hunter- was staring at her with evident lust.
"Claire, were you outside just now?" Cam asked slowly, shaking his head with a small smile.
"Yeah... I'll just- I'll go change now." She stuttered.
"You don't have to!" a cute, tanned boy with light brown hair called. "I like you just the way you are."
"Shut up, man." Hunter mumbled, punching the boy's shoulder hard.
"Oh shit." Claire whispered suddenly realizing something, slapping her hand to her forehead. "Most of my clothes are still in the yacht." She didn't realize she had said this out loud, until she heard wolf-whistles.
"Hey Claire, park that sexy ass right here!" A perverted-looking guy shouted, patting his lap. She rolled her eyes him, recognizing him to be Kemp Hurley.
"In your dreams, Hurley." she muttered.
"Oh, believe me, they are!" he replied, grinning. Everyone rolled their eyes, and Cam shot him a dirty look.
"You can borrow something from me."
Claire turned to see Cassie standing up from her position in Hunter's lap, and smooth down her white Ralph Lauren tennis dress. Her green, cat-like eyes surveyed Claire up and down, and finally, she smiled. The guys groaned with displeasure. She gave Cassie a grateful smile, and followed her up the stairs.
"Thanks for the save." she said, smiling.
"No prob." Cassie replied, flipping her dark mocha-colored hair over her shoulders. They walked down a hallway until they reached the master bedroom. Holding the door open, she let Claire in. Reaching into her huge drawers, she pulled out a pair of silky, electric blue pajama pants and a sexy white lace babydoll camisole. Handing it to Claire, she winked.
"Hey, let the guys go a little crazy, right?"
She liked this girl already.
Massie P.O.V
"Mmm... I love you babe." Josh murmured, into her hair. Massie looked up and smiled at him, pleased by the attention. They were sitting in the yacht's home theater, watching 'Breakfast at Tiffany's' starring Audrey Hepburn. It was one of her all time favorite movies, ever since she started to follow her favorite fictional character, Blair Waldorf from Gossip Girl. It was such an amazing movie. She loved Josh for sitting through the entire movie with her, despite the fact that he'd much rather watch 'Disturbia'. He was so sweet. As Holly, played by Hepburn, passionately kissed Paul in the rain, Massie sighed contently, snuggling into Josh even more, under their warm, downy throw. Life really couldn't get any better than this.
"I love you too, Joshua Hotz." she answered, kissing his nose lightly. He gave her a half-smile, and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. As the end credits began to roll, she felt his hands roaming across her body- from her shoulders to her back to her hips.
"Stop it!" she whisper-giggled. Josh grinned, and shook his head.
"No way."
And with that, he leaned in and kissed her tenderly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him onto her; while he placed his hands on the small of her back. They breathed slowly, then went into a full-out make-out session- tongues twisting, hands flying, and the smallest bits of warm skin touching. They were almost horizontal, when Massie quickly pulled away.
"Ugh! I can't do this, Josh." she groaned, placing her head in her hands.
"Why? Are we going too fast?" he asked, concerned, stroking her hair with a hand.
"No, no, it's not that. It's just... look, I just can't stop thinking about Claire. I know this might annoy you, but I don't feel right doing this when she's all on her own- except for Hunter, Fisher, and those freaky strictly-polo-wearing losers."
"HEY!" Josh exclaimed. "I like wearing polos!"
"Yeah, I hate them on you too. I prefer when you're not wearing any shirt." Massie replied, grinning.
"I like how you think." he commented, raising his eyebrows suggestively. Then he started to smile.
"What?" Massie asked quickly.
"You're an amazing person, Massie Block. Only you could resist something like this," he gestured to himself, with a cocky smirk "For the happiness of your best friend. I love you. Did I say that already?"
Massie giggled.
"Yes, you did. But don't stop. I like it when you say stuff like that. Say it again."
"I love you Massie Block."
"Again."
Instead of replying, he cut her off with a kiss.
Claire P.O.V
"Ehmygawd! No way, really?" Claire giggled, widening her eyes. She was sitting Indian-style on Hunter's huge king-sized bed, with Cassie. They had both changed into sexy nightwear, enjoying the thought of all the envious boys practically praying for them to come back to the den. Claire had worn the pajama set that Cassie had given her- the camisole was practically see-through, so she put on a black, lacy La Perla bra underneath. Cassie was wearing a matching set, only with metallic pink pants instead of electric blue. They had both let their long waves loose and washed off all their make up. She couldn't believe how quickly the two of them had hit off- she always thought that any girlfriend of Hunter would hate her. But Cassie had just been telling her the embarrassing story of how she and Hunter met.
"Yeah, so I was like, um, excuse me, my face is up here!" she exclaimed, pointing to her face, laughing. "I mean, honestly, who would want to look at a giant splotch of burning coffee they had just spilled on someone's shirt? He was just staring at my chest the entire time! So I was like, ew, perv, and was ready to walk away, but he was like, hey, can I have your number? HELL NO!"
The two of them burst into laughter at the thought.
"So, remind me again how exactly you two started dating."
"Yeah, but he was really romantic, found my number from one of my friends, came up to my house at midnight, and started throwing rocks at my window. Then, when I came down, he took me took the park, we had a midnight picnic near this ah-mazing river, and he asked me out! I couldn't say no when he had put all the time into doing something like that!"
"Ehmygawd! Cam did the same thing for me in eighth grade for Valentine's Day! It was so sweet!"
"NO WAY! So, what's with you and Cam anyway? You two are going out now, right?"
Claire's smile faded.
"Actually, no." she said in a low voice. "Um, I was dating this other guy, Derrick Harrington. And he cheated on me with this girl I used to be BFFs with. Total slut."
"Ouch." Cassie winced. "Which one is she? Is she that ugly Spanish girl? Alice or whatever?"
Claire cracked a small smile.
"You're thinking about Alicia. No, that wasn't her... but she's a slut too. When I was dating Cam, he cheated on me with her. We used to have this clique in middle school called the Pretty Committee- or the PC for short. When Massie- she was the alpha- found out, she kicked Alicia out. It's like was like, social hell for her- even if she was rich, she was labeled as an loser beyond repair, eternal wannabee, and was given the name 'Sluticia' instead."
"It definitely fits." Cassie replied, rolling her eyes. "She was all over my brother Dan a few days ago. He told her he didn't do sluts, and she was all pissed. But whatevs. She deserved it."
"Ah-greed." They both giggled. "But yeah, Cam... I know he wants to get back together, but I don't know if I want to- so quickly after a breakup. He'd just be my rebound."
Cassie nodded in agreement.
"But- I just have this feeling that I don't know the whole story. I mean, Derrick accused Josh- Massie boyfriend and one of my BFFs- of sleeping with me- while Derrick and I were dating. Which is totally insane. I have no idea where he got that from."
Cassie shifted uncomfortably.
"I... I think I heard Cam and Hunter talking about that a few days ago... but I don't know exactly what they were saying." she said, crinkling her nose.
"Really?" Claire asked, raising her eyebrows. "Huh. That's weird."
"But we'll figure out about whatever's going on." Cassie promised, grabbing Claire's hand and squeezing it. Then she gave her a half smile. "You are pretty cool, Claire. Okay... so maybe I was a little jealous when Hunter told me all about you. It was like, okay, a model-gorgeous blonde girl who's smart and funny and sweet comes out of nowhere. I felt as though I wasn't good enough for him- and that his ex-girlfriend was wayyy better than I could ever be."
"You have no reason to worry, girl. I mean, you're HOT. No guy in the right mind would ever dump you." She reassured. "In fact, come here! Makeover time! I give you one, you give me one. We'll show those guys what they're missing."
Giggling, Cassie obliged.
A half-hour later, the two girls stood in front of the mirror, and struck model poses.
"We are knockouts." Cassie declared. Claire nodded in agreement. They were both wearing matching white silk short boxers, and casual-but-cute solid colored racer-back tanks- Cassie's deep green to match her eyes, and Claire's deep navy. Cassie's long, silky, auburn hair was up in a messy bun, with her chic side bangs hanging in her eyes, while Claire's was wavy, cascading down her back. They went for the 'naturally sexy' look with their makeup.
"You know, you're my first real friend here. Me and Hunter didn't go to the same school, and all those crazy chicks down there know each other really well- and act like total bitches. You have no idea how glad I am that you're here!"
Claire smiled.
"You know, you, me, and Mass should hang out for the rest of the summer. You two would love each other! That is, if we can get her away for at least a second from her boyfriend!"
They laughed, and Claire quickly grabbed her new iPhone. She lightly tapped the camera icon, and they both posed.
"Smile!"
Click.
They both put on serious, sultry model stares.
Click.
Cassie lay across the bed, and flipped through the latest Vogue, while blowing a bubble with her Big League Chew.
Click.
Claire stood with her hands on her hips- that were jutted in one direction, and pursed her lips seductively.
Click.
Cassie held Claire piggy-back style.
Click.
The two of them danced on top of the beds to 'Toxic' by Britney Spears.
Click.
"I think that's good enough." Cassie gasped, collapsing on the bed, giggling. Claire nodded, panting for breath. She quickly inserted all the pictures onto a new message, and sent them to Hunter, Cam, Massie, and Josh, labeling it "Girlz night out". She immediately received a wave of responses.
Massie: BITCH! How could you have a girls night w/out me? you'll pay, lyons :). xoxoxo. Miss you tons.
Josh: Um, I don't know why you sent me these, Claire, but okayyy... I know you want me, but I already have a girl. Kidding! :D. (Well about the you wanting me part, not the having a girl part, btw.) Miss you.
Hunter: Damn Cass, I am wayyyyy turned on.
Cam: Wow, Claire... you look... wow. Can we talk please? Love you. -C
When Claire looked away to get the rest of the things they needed, Cassie hastily grabbed the phone, and sent the e-mail to Derrick Harrington. Now this would get interesting... When Claire returned, holding "Made of Honor", "13 going on 30", and "Romeo and Juliet"; a massive bag of gummy bears; two cans of Red Bull; and a few sparkly nail polish colors, she quickly kept the phone back in place and gave her an innocent smile.
"So, chick flick time?"
Sorry, that was more of a filler chapter. Next chapter: Cassie and Claire try to figure out what Cam did.. etc. But only if I get enough reviews! You know you love me...