Anyone read Boys R Us yet? I mean, first Dylington, and now Block Party? What is this? Lisi, do you have a secret FF account you're not telling us about or something?

All weird parallels between PMA and the latest Clique books aside, all of your reviews have been absolutely fantastic! I know it's been over a month since I've updated this last and I'm sorry about that, but I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as you've enjoyed the last few! :)

Lunch that day was a tense affair. Half the table wasn't on speaking terms with the other half, and the little conversation that did occur took place in hushed tones.

"Ehmagawd!" Alicia whispered urgently in Massie's ear. "Look at them!"

Massie turned away from Plovert, whose hand she had been holding possessively since he arrived with their trays, to study the opposite side of the table, where Kristen sat with Josh. The dirty blonde's head was tipped back with laughter at something the notorious Yankees fan had said, and her hand was rested lightly on his bicep. As Massie watched them, she found her gaze shifting over to the boy sitting next to Josh. His face was turned downwards towards his food, causing his dark bangs to fall adorably into his mismatched eyes. At that second Cam looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers for the briefest of moments before she quickly looked away, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and annoyance at having been caught staring at the very boy she was supposed to detest.

"Well?" Alicia snapped impatiently. "Do you think this means they're going out now?"

"No," Massie replied, focusing her attention back on the conversation at hand. "Kristen would've made sure to brag about it if they were."

"Point," Alicia acknowledged. "But do you think he likes her? You know, enough to ask her to the Winter Formal?"

"Ehmagawd, I totally forgot that dance was coming up!" Massie exclaimed.

"Oh, to have the luxury of not having to worry about silly things like dances," Alicia replied, rolling her eyes. "Well, not all of us have a date locked down. Or a back up date," she added resentfully, glancing pointedly at Cam.

Massie chose to ignore that last comment.

"Cheer up, Leesh. Even if Josh ends up taking Kristen, it's not like you'll be dateless. Kemp would be more than happy to take you to the Winter Formal."

"Going to the dance with Kemp. Oh yeah, that'll make for a romantic evening," Alicia scoffed.

"It's better than going solo," Massie reminded her. Alicia couldn't argue with that logic and fell silent, and Massie turned back to face Plovert, who was talking to Claire about Tuesday's soccer match.

"You and Massie are coming right?" he asked hopefully. Massie saw an opportunity to jump into the conversation and took it.

"Of course we are!" she exclaimed, causing Plovert to turn around and face her instead.

"Yeah, we go to all to your soccer games," Claire added.

"Well, no wonder we keep winning, then," Plovert smiled. "The guys on the other team are probably distracted by such good looking girls sitting in the stands." Claire blushed happily, and Massie smiled at how sweet and thoughtful her boyfriend was to lump Claire in with her. He knew all about Claire's recent Cam issues and was obviously trying to make her feel better about herself. As his name crossed her mind, Massie found herself peeking at Cam again out of the corner of her eye. He was wearing a weathered leather jacket over a plain white t-shirt that fit snugly over his toned chest. He looked good in an entirely effortless way, which only made him that much more attractive. Massie could easily see why Claire had it so bad for the one-blue-and-one-green eyed boy and was reminded of why she herself had liked him so much back in the seventh grade. Massie had been able to move on back in middle school, and hopefully Claire would be able to now.

"Hey, Mass!" Dylan called from the other side of Alicia. Cam looked up in interest as soon as he heard Massie's name, and Massie quickly averted her gaze before he could catch her staring at him again. "Me and Derrick are going out tonight. Do you and Chris wanna double?"

"Oh yeah, definitely," Massie agreed, glancing briefly at Plovert, who confirmed the plans with a wide smile. Cam rolled his eyes as he pushed his chair back away from the table and got up to throw his trash away. Massie impulsively grabbed her own trash and followed.

"Block," Cam greeted her stiffly when they'd both arrived at the garbage cans.

"Fisher," Massie replied, mimicking his tone. Cam said nothing and only stood there looking at her intently, his lips slowly turning up into a slight smile. Massie rolled her eyes.

"I know what you're doing, Cam," she warned.

"And what is it that I'm doing?" he asked innocently, blinking in confusion.

"You're trying to get me to fall for you so I'll dump Chris and go out with you instead," Massie insisted.

"Hey, you followed me, remember?" Cam retorted.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Massie lied. "I just came over here to throw my trash away."

"What, Chris didn't volunteer to throw it away for you?" Cam scoffed.

"I can throw away my own trash. I can take care of myself, thank you very much."

"Which is exactly why Chris Plovert isn't the kind of guy you need to be with," Cam replied, stepping closer to Massie. "He treats you like a china doll. Wouldn't you rather have someone who'd be a little less...careful with you?" he asked, his voice low and suggestive. By this point Cam's face was only inches away from Massie's, so close that she could feel his breath on her lips and smell the clean scent of his shampoo.

"You disgust me," Massie spat, shoving him out of her way. She walked quickly back to her table, putting as much distance between them as possible until she had reached her chair and was sitting at the table with Plovert's arm securely around her.

"So what time tonight?" she asked Dylan brightly, as Cam slid discreetly back into his seat on the opposite side of the table.

"We're meeting at Slice of Heaven at seven," Dylan replied, naming their favorite pizza place.

"Perfect," Massie replied, forcing a smile. Maybe once she'd been on a real date with Chris she would finally be able to stop thinking about Cam. She glanced over at him involuntarily, and found him watching her again with those gorgeous eyes, his red lips just inviting her to kiss them.

Or maybe not.