I'm supposed to be writing four essays for history class about Jacksonian America right now. So of course instead I wrote a new PMA chapter. Enjoy! :)

Massie Block was not one to leave anything up to fate. But as the bottle spun round and round, she found herself praying to Gawd that it landed with its metal cap pointing towards Chris Plovert. After several three hundred and sixty degree rotations, however, it wasn't Plovert the bottle landed on, but Claire. Kemp sighed in disappointment.

"For a kissing game, there isn't much kissing going on," he grumbled.

Massie chose to ignore Kemp. On the inside however, she was heaving a huge sigh of relief. She wouldn't have to kiss anybody, at least not this time. Hopefully she wouldn't have to spin again until those girls returned with the clutch containing the magnet, allowing her to ensure the bottle landed on Chris.

"Your turn to spin, Claire," Massie prompted in a bored tone. Biting her bottom lip nervously, Claire did as instructed and leaned forward to give the glass coke bottle a tentative spin. When it landed, there was a collective gasp from the PC girls.

"You can NAWT kiss Chris," Massie hissed.

"Hate to break it to you Block, but you're the one who wanted to play this dumb game," Derrick pointed out. "And the rule is that you have to kiss who the bottle lands on. Whoever it lands on."

"Derrick's right," Cam agreed.

Instead of refuting Derrick's logic, Massie turned to Cam. "If Claire's your girlfriend, why are you so eager for her to kiss another guy?" she asked icily.

"I'm not," Cam replied quickly.

"Oh yeah?" Massie asked. "Then why-"

"CAN SOMEONE JUST KISS SOMEONE ALREADY?" Kemp interrupted.

"Sure thing, man," Cam replied before leaning in and brushing his lips against Massie's.

Plovert let out a stream of cuss words under his breath as Alicia, Dylan, and Kristen screeched "Ehmagawd!" in unison. Derrick let out a low whistle while Josh blinked in surprise. Kemp, for once, was speechless.

Blinking away tears, Claire stood up. "Scuse me," she managed before turning and running off into the darkness. As she ran, she let the tears run freely, mascara and eyeliner streaking down her face—the makeup she had carefully applied only a few hours earlier in one last subconscious attempt to make Cam choose her over Massie now as ruined as her chances of that ever actually happening. She kept on running until she had reached the Blocks' tennis courts and collapsed onto one of the benches.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," Claire muttered, chiding herself for being upset. "I knew Cam liked Massie. So why do I feel so betrayed?"

"It always hurts to see the guy you like kiss someone else," came a voice from behind her. Startled, Claire turned around to see who it was who had spoken.

"Oh. Hey Kristen," she mumbled.

"Are you okay, Claire?" Kristen asked, sitting down on the bench next to her. "Sorry, that was a dumb question."

"It's okay," Claire smiled through her tears. "What about you?"

"What do you mean?" Kristen asked, confused.

"You know—the thing with Josh and Alicia?"

"Oh. That. Well, to be completely honest, it's kind of my own fault. Deep down, I guess I knew Alicia still had feelings for Josh," Kristen admitted. "The real question here is whether Josh still has feelings for me."

Claire said nothing in reply, and the two girls sat in silence, each contemplating their own mangled love life.

"Hey, do you think you're up to heading on back to the party now?" Kristen spoke up after a few moments.

"Actually, I think I'm just going to go up to my house. But you have fun."

"Okay," Kristen said, and with one last look at Claire, she began walking back in the direction of the bonfire.

"Oh, and Kristen?" Claire called after her.

"Yeah?" she asked, stopping and turning back around.

"Thanks."

Kristen grinned. "Us blondes have to stick together, right?"

"Right," Claire replied with a matching grin.

Smiling to herself, Kristen made her way back to the party. From the look of things, the game of Spin the Bottle had broken up not long after she left. Massie and Alicia sat on a loveseat with their heads together, whispering urgently. Kemp was with Plovert, trying to calm him down. Josh and Cam were nowhere to be seen.

"What'd I miss?" Kristen asked, approaching Dylan and Derrick, the only ones left sitting on the picnic blanket.

"After Cam pulled away, Plovert jumped on Cam," Dylan began.

"I didn't know he had it in him," Derrick laughed.

"And Kemp literally had to pull Plovert off of Cam. Cam had a black eye and his nose was probably broken, but he didn't try to defend himself at all," Dylan finished.

"What did Massie say about all this?" Kristen asked, intrigued.

"Nothing. She just sat there, completely stunned," Dylan answered. "The only time she opened her mouth was to tell Josh to take Cam and get him to Inez so he could be cleaned up. And then she and Alicia went off by themselves."

"Wow," Kristen said.

"Wow is right," Derrick agreed.

"So what are you two doing now?" Kristen asked.

"Playing Spin the Bottle," Dylan answered, grinning mischievously.

"Just the two of you?" Kristen asked.

"Yup," Derrick answered, reaching forward and spinning the bottle. "Oh, looks like I get to kiss Dylan again." Dylan giggled, and Kristen left, giving the pair some privacy.

At least one couple survived this ill-fated party.