AN: Sorry it's been forever. I'm hoping there are more than just three people reading my story, but I'll post this chapter anyway.

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2

Ritz-Carlton Hotel

-Presidential Suite-

12:15 AM, Sunday

"Ughhh!" Alicia Rivera landed with a loud groan into the plush seat next to Massie. Her thin arms landed flatly against to her classy-turned-trashy Ralph Lauren sequin and beaded dress.

Massie's arms and legs were both crossed, dispelling a strict image. "What?" She asked blandly, not exactly welcoming a long response. "I'm…" Alicia stared off at the blank plasma TV, "drunk." She giggled wildly before landing her limp head on Massie's cold shoulder.

Big surprise. Alicia's drunken behavior had long been ritualized at parties and it was nothing to fret about. Massie sighed impatiently as she got up and tried to prop her blacked out friend upright onto the love seat. Since when had these parties become so…boring.

"Awww, look at her; so sweet and caring," Cam whispered to Derrick as the two approached her.

Massie rolled her perfectly lined eyes, her back facing the boys.

"Ssssss," A fire sizzling sound escaped Cam's lips and Massie just knew they were checking out her shaped ass.

"Grow up," Massie whipped around once Alicia was nicely set against the couch. A cascade of waves flew onto her shoulders as she glared short temperedly at Cam. Somehow Cam always found a way to crawl up her spine and tap her into PMS mode.

"Come on Mass, you know I mean well," Cam wrapped a broad arm around her shoulder and nestled his face against her soft hair.

"Dumb ass," She whispered under her breath as she began to review Cam's friend.

Derrick Harrington was sure as hell a handsome boy; with his round eyes and blond curls—which framed his gorgeous face perfectly. He had a tight athlete's body and Massie couldn't help but wonder how nice those abs hiding under his loose white tee were.

"Is your friend OK?" Derrick nodded toward Alicia, who by now was lying in a more than awkward position: neck craned, limps flailing. But even in that distorted position, Massie hated to admit that her friend emitted beauty.

"No problem, I got her," Cam stepped in, obviously excited to welcome an unconscious girl into his advantage-taking hands.

"I'll help you," Massie watched as Cam effortlessly lifted Alicia as if she were air.

"Really?" He raised a mischievous brow as if Massie had just requested a threesome.

"Fuck you perv," Massie snapped, but her lips quickly curled into a grin when she spotted a cute blond next to the poker table, "Claire!" She waved her friend over.

"No," Cam hissed. "Massie, don't do this to me." Cam was rarely ever serious, and it seemed the only time he ever was was when it involved Claire and the need for her presence to be removed.

"Awww," Massie pouted, "Cam, don't be shy." By now Claire was in their circle, blue eyes wide, "If you wanted a date with Claire, all you have to do is ask. But I'm not going to do it for you."

Both Claire and Cam's mouths dropped wide open but clearly for different reasons. Yet it wasn't very apparent to naïve little Claire because she practically pounced at Cam, "Okay!"

"Claire, why don't you help Cam get Alicia to a bed?" Massie advised as if telling a kindergartener to 'wash up for lunchtime.'

"Sure," Claire was obviously trying to pass off a nonchalant act as she followed Cam, who was already halfway across the room by now; one hand carrying Alicia, while the other aimed a firm and long middle finger at Massie.

Massie just shook her head, chuckling lightly under her breath as she turned back to face Derrick, who was almost forgotten in the moment.

"What was that all about?" His gaze was fixed in the direction of where Cam and Claire—and Alicia—were heading, a puzzled look washed over his model-like face.

"Oh you don't know?" Massie's gasp was over exaggerated—new kids were so clueless. "That's Cam's girlfriend."

"Cam has a girlfriend?" More confusion.

"Doesn't look it huh?" She laughed.

He shook his head, "But I kinda thought you were his girlfriend."

Massie snorted, disgusted and perplexed by the idea. Of course she and Cam had had their time in freshman year, but those days were long gone—thank God.

"Please don't demean me like that." Massie rolled her eyes, dropping down onto the loveseat she had occupied for a large portion of the party.

Derrick plopped down next to her, a little too close. "I don't think I can demean you Westchester girls more then you do yourselves."

"Ex-cuse me?" Massie was completely taken aback by his upfront and direct offense.

"I mean did you see your friend just now?" Derrick aimed a glance toward the guest room where Cam had brought Alicia.

"So she got a little drunk," Massie shrugged, nothing out of the ordinary.

"And that girl," He gave a nod to the bar.

Massie followed his eyes to find Dylan kneeling on the counter; tank top wet and bra seeping through. "Woooooh!" Dylan hooted loudly as she peeled the wet shirt off her body and twirled it around in the air. At least a dozen horny and buzzed guys surrounded her with jaws wide open as if this was a rare sight—which it wasn't. Dylan didn't like to keep things to herself. She was more exposed then Britney Spears, Lindsay Lohan, and Megan Fox combined.

"Please you haven't seen the half of it," Massie shrugged, turning away, almost bored. "Plus, I bet a guy like you has seen a whole lot more than just a bare stomach."

"A guy like me?" He raised a brow.

"Doesn't sound good, does it?"

"Nicely played," He grinned, catching Massie's smile. "I don't think your one of those girls anyway."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Massie retorted, eyes narrowed, "You think I'm prude?"

"No," Derrick quickly began to defend but a goofy smile crawled across his face again. "Do you take that as a challenge?"

With his dazzling marble eyes and irresistible lopsided grin, Massie just couldn't resist this new guy. And before she could stop herself, her hands were clutching his chiseled jaw and she was wrapping her lips around his.

Massie could feel Derrick's hands crawl around her waist as she wrapped an exposed leg over his. He tightened his grip and pulled her in closer. The prove-a-point kiss she had intended for was officially being dragged on into a full make out session, and truthfully, Massie didn't mind one bit.

As she tousled around with his surprisingly soft waves, Massie could smell a sweet scent of Chocolate Axe fuse with her lovely Chanel No. 19.

Derrick's lips were now moving their way across Massie's neck while his hands slid onto her Shea buttered-up legs.

But just as the heat started spreading across her flushed cheeks, Massie pushed away.

"Okay," She stood up and patted her dress against her butt, stumbling slightly, "What's your name again?" Massie finally blurted out, remembering that they had never actually been properly introduced.

"Derrick." He stared up at her.

"Derrick," She whispered to herself, trying out the name, "I'll remember that." Massie grinned as she dizzily strolled towards the bar.

"Mass!" Dylan, who had crawled off the counter and was now seated nicely on a stool, waved.

As she joined her friend in a cherry red chair, Massie couldn't help but take one quick glance at Derrick. She craned her neck slightly to find him staring at her; head cock and an intrigued look playing across his flawless face. Her stained lips gave way to a devious grin and she blinked a flirtatious wink before turning back around.

Just earlier that night she had been sulking about how boring Westchester was becoming but now that new meat was in town, perhaps the fun would start again.