That's right, PMA is BACK!

I realize I haven't actually updated this story in eight months and you guys have probably forgotten all about it. To be honest, I'd kind of let myself forget about it too. But the other day I was feeling kind of nostalgic and I was rereading my old stories when I decided that I just couldn't leave this one unfinished. So without further ado, here is the (long overdue) tenth chapter. :)

"Way to supply me with misinformation," Massie snapped into her phone. The party had finally wound down after midnight, and once all the guests had gone home, Massie had locked herself in her spacious bathroom with the latest Lucky magazine to take a soothing bubble bath. Upon emerging she had quickly dialed Kristen's number, not caring how late it was or whether her friend had already gone to sleep.

"What are you talking about?" Kristen yawned.

"You told me Claire was going out with Cam to make Chris jealous," Massie reminded her sharply.

"No, I only told you it was a possibility," Kristen replied calmly. "At any rate, I was partially right; it was just Cam who was trying to make someone jealous and not Claire."

"There is no 'partially' right," Massie retorted. "You're either right or wrong, and in this case you were way wrong."

"Look, Mass, I realize you were caught off guard by Cam kissing you, and I've been friends with you long enough to know how you hate being caught off guard, but that is absolutely no reason to go all anal teacher on me."

Massie's jaw dropped in shock, and she was just about to deliver one of her patented disses when Kristen continued, cutting her off.

"Besides, you have no right to be mad at me. At least I tried to warn you about Claire possibly liking Plovert. You didn't say a thing to me about Alicia's plans to steal Josh back."

"It's not stealing when Alicia liked him first," Massie pointed out.

"I figured she had moved on by now, since Josh had," Kristen retorted.

"Are you sure about that Kristen? It sure didn't look that way when they were glued together at the mouth."

"And it didn't look like you liked Chris when you were kissing Cam," Kristen replied dryly. "Look, this was a fun conversation and all, but I gotta go before my mom catches me on the phone. Bye."

Massie slowly lowered her phone from her ear, frowning. No one hung up on Massie Block. While she was contemplating a proper form of punishment (Expulsion from the P.C.? Too harsh. "Accidentally" dumping her food on Kristen's head at lunch? Too juvenile), her mind began to wander, her thoughts drifting back to earlier that evening. When Cam had kissed her, she had been so shocked she hadn't known what to think. One moment they had been arguing and the next moment his lips were on hers--soft, warm, and tasting faintly of cherry flavored chapstick. She hadn't known whether to kiss him back or push him away. Instead she just sat there, frozen in place, until the moment when Cam finally pulled away, his eyes focused intently on hers, searching for happiness, anger--any kind of response at all. But for once in Massie's life, she had no response. No clever comeback, no plan of action already formulated in her head. Nothing. It wasn't until after Plovert attacked Cam that Massie snapped out of it. How dare Cam Fisher kiss her! How dare he try to screw up her budding relationship with Chris Plovert! How dare he use Claire like that, especially when, judging by the way she ran off in tears, she still had feelings for him! And how dare he be such an incredibly good kisser! By the time Kemp had managed to pull Plovert off of Cam, Massie was seething. It had taken all of her willpower and restraint to calmly ask Josh to take Cam to Inez to get cleaned up. Once they left, Massie finally turned to look at Chris. His hair was disheveled, his hands were still curled up into tight fists, and his entire body was shaking, but despite how obviously upset he still was, he was looking at her expectantly, hopefully. The obvious trust and faith he had in her was too much for her to handle while traitorous thoughts of how nice Cam's lips had felt on hers were still floating around in her head, so she made an apologetic face at him and grabbed Alicia's hand and dragged her away to try and straighten out her thoughts.

"Ehmagawd!" Alicia exclaimed once they were out of earshot.

"I know," Massie agreed.

"What the EFF just happened?"

"That's what I'd like to know," Massie commented dryly, taking a seat on one of the whicker love seats surrounding the bonfire.

"Wow. So Cam, like, likes you," Alicia surmised, sitting down beside Massie. "So why was he going out with Claire?"

"I guess just to try and make me jealous," Massie replied.

"Poor Claire," Alicia sighed, her voice sympathetic.

"Yeah," Massie agreed remorsefully, thinking guiltily of how she had treated Claire the past week. Claire hadn't been trying to talk Massie out of dating Chris because she'd wanted him for herself, she'd been doing it because Cam had asked her to and she was too good of a friend to say no.

"Wait--so Cam AND Plovert like you now? Gawd you're lucky, Mass! I still don't even know if Josh likes me!"

"Alicia, can you please try to not make this about yourself for once?" Massie replied sharply, frustration evident on her face.

"Sorry," Alicia apologized quickly. "Seriously, though, which one of them are you going to choose?"

"Chris, of course!" Massie answered indignantly. "Cam is a jerk!"

"Oookay."

"He is! He had no right to kiss me," Massie argued fervently.

"Well, I mean, it's not like you and Chris were official yet--"

"Cam and Claire were," Massie interrupted.

"Point. But you're the one who said he was dating her to make you jealous. Maybe it was a fake relationship," Alicia replied logically.

"It doesn't matter what kind of relationship it was, Leesh! You can't just go around and kissing people without their permission!" Massie exclaimed.

"If you didn't want him to kiss you then why didn't you just push him off of you?"

"He caught me off guard, okay? Look, I have to go play hostess and mingle with the other party guests. I'll talk to you later." Pasting a smile onto her face, Massie got up and walked over to a nearby cluster of juniors. As she cheerfully greeted her guests, she glanced at Plovert out of the corner of her eye. His body had finally stopped shaking and his fists had uncurled, but he still looked pretty upset. He was talking to Kemp, but he was watching her. Massie looked away, sighing inwardly. Monday was going to be fun.