Chapter Two

;;

Christopher Plovert, also known as the guy I left behind. Chris used to be one of us, you see. He used to be the king of WPA. All the girls wanted him, all the boys wanted to be him, he was going to be valedictorian- basically his life was perfection. The thing about Chris, though, was that he was a complete sweetie. He was nice to all of his admirers and then some. Needless to say, I was in love with him.

Chris was my best friend. He was the only person in the group that I had a real connection with. I told him everything except for my real feelings for him. Chris started to change though. He stopped going to parties, he broke up with Dylan, he stopped dressing like us- he stopped being one of us.

He wanted me to do the same. He told me that the group was taking a wrong turn and he didn't want to be a part of it and he said he didn't want me to be a part of it either. He said I was too good for the drugs, the sex, and the rule-breaking. I denied him though. I said that he was being stupid and that these people were my friends. I refused to give up popularity for substance.

I remember his face that night when I told him we couldn't be friends anymore. He looked so disappointed and so sad. It still caused a pang in my heart to this day. That was two years ago. Shortly after, he transferred to a school in the city and I hadn't seen him since. Until now.

"Massie?" his handsome face broke out into a genuine smile. God he was even more attractive than before!

His eyes were the most beautiful shade of blue you had ever seen. They reminded me of the ocean sea by my Turks and Caicos villa. His skin was the perfect bronze color and his muscles were protruding from his shirt, toned from lacrosse no doubt. His hair was slightly wavy and a medium brown color. He was gorgeous.

"How have you been, Mass! I haven't seen you in forever!" he looked over and noticed Alicia and his smile slightly faltered, "Oh hey Alicia."

Alicia sniffed, ignored him, and turned to me, "We really need to go if we are going to make the game."

"What game?" Chris questioned.

"The boys' soccer game. Massie's boyfriend Derrick is playing so she has an obligation to be there." Alicia said in a snobby tone.

Chris' smile faltered even more.

"You're dating Derrick Harrington, Massie? Really?" Chris said in disbelief.

"Yes," I replied, "Do you have a problem with it?"

I was being quite standoffish and I knew it. I felt being so rude to poor Chris but I had to stand up for my boyfriend. After all, he was my boyfriend, even if he was a total asshole.

"Um, no, I just didn't think he was your type, that's all." Chris shrugged, "Well I'll see you later, Mass."

"Bye."

"Sorry for almost killing you," he said over his shoulder.

Flutter. God, Chris still gave me that same feeling. But I had Derrick…

I shook the thoughts of Chris, his gorgeous eyes, and his toned muscles out of my mind and opened the door to my black Audi, my 16th birthday present.

"Chris got hot," Alicia noted, "Oh well, he's still a loser."

"Alicia, Chris used to be even more popular than Derrick," I reminded her.

"And then he got all fucking weird and quit school to go to some nerd school in New York." Alicia replied, "So he's a loser."

"Whatever," I mumbled.

I couldn't help but remind myself of his cobalt blue eyes and the genuineness of his smile. Authenticity was not too common in my life.

;;

I couldn't get Chris out of my head. I wanted him so badly. Instead of cheering for Derrick, I spent the entirety of the soccer game rethinking my decision to blow Chris- and Kristen- off and thinking of Chris and how utterly kissable his lips looked.

When I got home I still could only think of Chris. When I took a shower I was thinking of Chris. Chris was still on my mind when I got ready for bed.

Suddenly the doorbell rang its elegant chimes.

I rushed downstairs to see who it was.

"Chris?" I gasped.

"Massie we need to talk."

;;

Continue to review please

I wrote this really quickly so sorry if it's crappy.