Heyy, thanks for the reviews, as always. LOVE them. Anyhow:
hbanana092: don't worry, your post didn't offend me at all. It's refreshing when people actually have good suggestions and questions once in a while. And I'm jealous of the friendship Clairington/Mosh have too...
beststoriesever95: You are the shit (as are your reviews :D)...
Kenza-Morocco: No, Cassie isn't evil. She just sent the pictures to Derrick to show him what he was missing. :)
My computer is stupid, so I couldn't post them up here (once again), but if you want to see the outfits Claire, Massie, Cassie, and Kristen wear on the beach, go to my profile. Oh, and I've changed a few of the character pics (specifically, Claire, Josh, Alicia, and Hunter; and I added Cassie).
Derrick P.O.V
I try to play cool
Actin like what you do don't phase me, don't phase me
Meanwhile I'm sittin at home, all alone
Tryin to keep myself from goin' crazy
When I'm in the house, when I think about
When I see you out, when I hear about
I want my baby back!
And I thought it would be easy
but it's hard for me to let you go,
Baby don't go! Baby don't go!
Groaning, Derrick slammed his hand on the alarm clock, and yawned (A/N: His alarm was on "radio" setting.). It was 12:45... P.M. Ignoring the knocking on the door, he pulled the covers over his head, but a flashing blue light on his iPhone. His curiosity piqued, he reached out and typed in his password.
One new mail.
From... Claire?
Maybe, maybe it was an apology or something... that would be nice. Eagerly pressing the message, it opened, to reveal pictures of Claire and some other chick in multiple poses. Damn she looked...
He really needed to calm down. He and Claire were over. But still, that didn't stop him from looking. Sliding down the screen, he practically drank in the sight of her- her luscious blonde waves, slender, tanned legs, sexy, playful expression...
He wasn't all that shallow. Sure, he appreciated her for other things besides her extreme hotness, but come on! He was a guy! Hot always helped.
Ugh, what was her problem?! So first she toys with his heart, makes him spend half his account on a 'non-returnable' ring, sleeps with his best friend, kisses his enemy, and then makes him go crazy with these ultra sexy pictures? Not fair at all.
"Harrington."
He turned to see Massie leaning on his doorway, surveying him with an icy expression. Her arms were crossed across her chest and disgust was visible on her face.
"Josh and I are going to the beach. If you and-" she rolled her eyes, "Your fugly whorebag girlfriend want to join us, feel free." she finished, referring to Kristen, turned- not waiting for a response- and walked away. Way to be discreet. Standing up and stretching, he sauntered over to the bathroom. For the first time, he noticed that the shower in his bathroom was running, and he tentatively stepped into the fog-filled room.
"Kristen?" he asked. Kristen's wet, clean face stuck out from the shower, and she grinned.
"Hey baby. I'm just taking a shower. You want to join me?" she giggled in a 'come-hither' way, and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
"N-no, I'm good." he stuttered, taking a step back. "Uh, Massie and Josh are heading to the beach. Do you want to go?"
"Mmm... I can think of better things to do." she murmured, staring at him hungrily. Dude, did she want to eat him or something?
"Actually, I really want to go. And-" he struggled for something to say that would convince her they should leave. No way could he say that he didn't want to get stuck alone with her for another four hours. "I really want to see you in a bikini..." he lied through his clenched jaw. Kristen's face brightened, and she gave a phlegmy laugh.
"Naughty boy... Of course I'll come to the beach with you. Could you hand me my towel?"
"Uh, okay."
He walked over, averting his eyes from possibly seeing her naked, handed her the towel, and sprinted out of the room before she could say anything else.
Claire P.O.V
"Hey girlie!" Cassie sang, skipping into Claire's room. "Beach time!"
"Huh?" Claire groaned, flipping over in her bed. "What time is it?"
"Um, like, one, or something." She replied, jumping onto the bed. "Oh, and by the way, you have to look really hot, because Massie just texted you saying that she, Josh, Derrick, and 'the whorebag' were going too."
Claire rolled her eyes at Massie's new name for Kristen, but grinned, and got of bed, rubbing her arms.
"Alright, I'm coming."
Twenty minutes later, Claire looked at herself in the mirror, trying to figure out if her outfit was worthy enough to stun Derrick at the beach. She was wearing a white Shay Todd bandeau bikini with double straps, low rise bikini bottoms, and rainbow trim. Over it, she wore a yellow O'Neill surfer girl tee, with the words, SUN, SAND, SURF, REPEAT written in a list in bold black letters. She opted for not wearing anything over her bikini bottom, deciding that her golden, tanned legs would do the trick. On her feet were black, sequined 2-inch wedge flip-flops. Her blonde hair was left in waves, and she applied a hint of blush, gloss, and mascara. Tossing her yellow and white striped J.Crew tote over her shoulder, she smiled. It was beach-casual, but she looked stunning, as always. Almost forgetting, she grabbed a pair of oversized black Chanel sunglasses and set them in her hair. Now, it was perfect. Turning, she left her room, immediately bumping into someone in the hallway. Claire wobbled a bit, but the other person fell to the ground, a curtain of red hair covering her face.
"Watch it!" the girl hissed, then looked up.
"Dylan?"
"Kuh-laire?" Dylan mimicked haughtily, and stood. Claire frowned slightly, but tried to start a conversation.
"Uh, so are you coming to the beach with us?"
"What's it to you?" she snapped back, smoothening her outfit, and glared. Claire was slightly surprised by her hostile tone.
"What the hell, Dylan? You don't have to be such a bitch, it was just a question." She shot back, and turned to walk to Cassie's room.
"Claire! Wait a sec!"
She sighed, and turned, instinctively crossing her arms across her chest, and started to tap her foot.
"What?"
Dylan looked down, her face growing slightly red.
"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you. It's just... nah, you probably don't want to listen to my problems now."
Claire debated for a moment, then smiled and touched her arm.
"Hey... look, I'm always here to listen."
Dylan replied with a hesitant smile, and sighed.
"Yeah, I know you are. But, I heard you were going to the beach to make Derrick jealous. By the looks of it, he's going to be drooling." she said, looking Claire up and down. "We can talk later. Have fun." She gave her a weary, strained smile, and disappeared into her room. Claire stared after her, slightly confused, then shrugged and went to Cassie's room.
"Claire!" Cassie shouted from her closet. "I need help! Which outfit?"
Claire laughed, and walked into the huge walk-in closet. She had done this with Massie way too many times to count. Finally after much arguing, trying out, and rejecting, Cassie emerged from the closet, model-style. Giggling, Claire grabbed her hairbrush and spoke into it like a microphone.
"Cassandra is looking hot in her purple, black, yellow, white, and green patterned Rampage halter bikini with a silver front ring. Work it, girl!" she added, like it was 'America's Next Top Model'. "Over it, she has her black J.Valdi Blouson cover-up tunic. She's also wearing silver thong Juicy Couture sandals, and her hair is up in an messy bun. Congratulations, Cassie, you are a 9.7!"
"9.7?" she asked, crinkling her eyebrows.
"Me and Massie used to 'rate' each others outfits before we left the house. It's kinda lame, but fun too."
Cassie giggled and shook her head.
"Thanks. But if I'm a 9.7, you are definitely a 10. I am so jealous. How can you wear something so casual and still look amazing?"
"That's my secret." Claire said, tossing her hair back and blowing her a kiss. "Only way to be beautiful."
Massie P.O.V
"Claire!" Massie screamed, and ran toward her, her perfectly groomed outfit flapping around her. She tightly hugged her best friend, taking notice of how every male was watching, loving the whole girl-on-girl action that was playing out in front of them. They were on the biggest beach in Nantucket. Everyone there was between fifteen and twenty five, and they all screamed 'gorgeous, loaded, and ready to party.' "Love the outfit! So cute! So... introduce me to your friend!"
Claire giggled.
"Massie, this is Cassie. Cassie, Massie. Ha! That totally rhymes!"
Massie and Cassie rolled their eyes at each other.
"Yeah, C, remind me how you got into Stanford again?" Massie laughed, raising an eyebrow. Then she looked Cassie up and down. She was wearing the same J.Valdi Blouson cover-up tunic as Massie was, except in black instead of white. Thank gawd they didn't have the same bikini. That would be horrible. But, with a twinge of pride, she smiled, knowing that her Kenneth Cole Reaction fuchsia scrunched halter tankini looked wayyyy better than Cassie's bikini.
"Let's tan." Claire and Massie said at the same time.
"Apple-C!" Claire and Massie shouted in unison, jumping up and down. Cassie stared at them, confused, then set out her Coach beach towel on the sand, and lay down. Massie and Claire copied. They all took off their cover up tunics and t-shirts and applied thick layers of sun tan lotion on their bodies, and lay down, slipping their sunglasses onto their faces to block the sun, and settle down for some relaxation.
"Claire!"
They all turned to see Josh running toward them. He picked up Claire and spun her while she giggled.
"I missed you!" he said, grinning, shaking his dark hair out of his eyes.
"Not as much as I missed you!" she replied, touching his nose with her finger and laughed. While they began to talk, Cassie leaned in toward Massie and whispered,
"Did they date? They are such a cute couple!"
Massie felt a wave of jealousy blow through her, but shook it off.
"No. He's my boyfriend, actually." she said in a forced level voice. Cassie gasped and put a hand over her heart.
"Ehmygawd, so sorry! I didn't know."
Massie giggled at her flustered expression and waved her hand.
"It's fine."
Derrick P.O.V
Derrick tapped his foot and glanced at his watch, waiting for Kristen to hurry up and leave. He was sitting in the den, feeling total dejavu. This was exactly the same position he was in before Hunter's party. Waiting for his date to turn up. Except he didn't have Josh with him to play Guitar Hero III... and he didn't actually want to see his date...
"How do I look?"
He spun around to see Kristen standing at the door, wearing a very revealing zebra print crisscross one-piece monokini, and an ivory cover-up hoodie dress with a plunging v-neck. Gag.
"Great." he answered quickly, and grabbed her hand. "Let's go."
He practically dragged her to the beach, then feeling a great idea build up, 'accidentally' let go of her hand in the huge crowd. Ignoring her screams to wait, he sprinted in the direction of Massie- whom he recognized in her signature purple bikini. Plopping down next to her, he whipped off his gray Ralph Lauren t-shirt.
"Hey Mass."
Massie glanced at him carelessly, then turned back to the magazine she was holding. She whispered something to the girl laying down on the towel beside her, who Derrick realized to be the other girl in the email he had received. The girl gave him the dirtiest look imaginable, then plugged her iPod plugs in her ear, totally ignoring him. What the fuck?
Turning his head, he felt his breath getting caught in his throat when he saw her.
She was in Josh's arms- he was spinning her- an ecstatic smile on her face. He body was thin and lithe, and was covered scantily in a white bikini. With her blonde waves shimmering in the sunlight, and the playful expression, whoa, she looked-
"Derrington!"
They all turned to see Kristen stumbling toward them, one hand unevenly clutching her oversized tote and the other on top of her large, floppy white sun hat. Everyone fell silent for a moment. Then Massie began to snicker into her palm and the curly-haired brunette beside her stared with a disgusted expression. Claire and Josh let go of each other for a moment and glared. Claire's eyes locked with Derrick's for a moment, filled with hurt, then turned back to Josh like nothing happened. Smirking, probably because she thought everyone was admiring her, Kristen set her things down beside him and gave him a sickly sweet smile.
"Hi babe!" she crooned, then made a show of pulling off her hoodie dress and sat on Derrick's lap. "Where'd you go? I totally lost you when you accidentally let go of my hand."
Massie, Josh, and the other brunette girl burst into laughter. Kristen shot them a vicious glare, then turned back to Derrick.
"Can you be a dear and rub some sun block on my back?" she simpered, and thrust the lotion toward him, flipping over. Derrick stared at the lotion, and with a sigh, started doing as she said, after glancing at Claire out of the corner of her eyes.
"Hey!"
The awkward moment was even worse as Hunter and Cam, ran toward them, both with their shirts off, revealing toned, chiseled abs. They dropped their bags on the sand.
"Cass! Claire! What's up?" Hunter greeted, pulling the brunette beside Massie toward him, and gave her a quick kiss. He smiled at the rest of them. "Josh, Massie." He nodded, acknowledging them. Then he turned to Kristen and Derrick with a tight smile. "Kristen... and, sorry, I forgot your name."
"Derrick Harrington." he said through gritted teeth.
"Oh." Hunter nodded, then went back to talking to that brunette girl- Cassie, was it?- without another glance. Asshole.
Claire P.O.V
She didn't realize how much it hurt to see Derrick again. If she did, she would've stayed back at Hunter's house, curled under the covers, and spooning ice cream into her mouth while watching dramatic soap operas. That would be nice. Or maybe have dreams about Kristen Gregory falling off a cliff. That would be nice too.
"C, you okay?" Josh's concerned voice came out of no where. She suddenly realized that she was glaring at Derrick and Kristen with such a fiery expression that she was surprised that they weren't burning from the intensity.
"Yeah, I'm fine." she muttered, averting her eyes. She threw her arms around his neck, and burrowed her face in his chest in a sisterly way. "I miss hanging out with you guys. Like, everyday of the past few years, I've either been with you, Massie, or-" she stopped.
"Yeah, I get it." Josh said quickly, "I miss you too." Suddenly his eyes brightened. "Idea coming up! I'll sneak into Hunter's house tonight, and we can watch movies and eat junk food and all that good stuff. Just you and me. Massie mentioned giving herself a 'revitalizing facial' or something tonight, so I won't be doing much anyway. Sound good?"
Claire giggled and nodded.
"Sounds great, but do you really need to sneak in? I can just let you in."
Josh shrugged.
"Yeah, but it'll be more fun this way."
"'Kay." she smiled. "You're the best, Joshy."
"Yeah, I know."
I know that wasn't very long or dramatic, but I'll have another chapter up tomorrow, if I get enough reviews :).
So, next chapter:
"Um, I know that you're still not over him, but will you go out with me? You know, as friends? Then, maybe-"
"Sure, Cam."
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"You're going out with him?" Massie screamed accusingly.
"I thought you'd be happy for me if I moved on!" Claire shouted back.
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"I still love her, Massie."
"No shit, Harrington. Now tell me everything that happened."
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