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Derrick reached across Massie and snagged the movie from her. "We are so not watching this chick flick!" He insists, tickling her rib gently. Massie lets out a laugh, and eagerly swipes the movie back. "Derr-ick, as my boyfriend you have to do what I say," Massie giggles, resting her arm against his shoulder.

"Or what?" Derrick smirks, placing his hand on Massie's upper thigh.

"Or...I will never kiss you again," Massie concludes, a small smile creeping upon her face.

"Really?" Derrick leans his head down, and gives Massie a short but sweet kiss on the lips. She opens her mouth in a pout. "That's all?" Massie questions.

"Nope," He moves his hand behind her head, and roughly places their lips together. Massie's eyes close slowly, and she parts her lips slightly, allowing Derrick's tongue to travel around her mouth. His hands creep up the back of her shirt, and Massie stiffens. She liked Derrick, but wasn't ready for that step yet.

"That was nice," Massie whispers, pulling away. She reached for the remote beside her beige couch, and flicked on the TV. The news was on and the young reporter was talking about the president and his wife getting a divorce.

"Sucks for him," Derrick says, wrapping his arm around Massie's shoulders. She snuggled closer to him, and nodded her head in silent agreement. Derrick sighed quietly, and Massie immediately sensed something was wrong. "Honey, what's the matter?"

"Listen, Mass, I have a question for you, and please don't take it the wrong way at all, ok?" He asks.

"No problem, what is it?" Massie responds.

"Um...how do I say this...have you...ever...you know..." Derrick trails off.

"Had sex?" Massie guesses.

"Yea."

"Nope, I think I'm either going to wait for marriage or when I'm in love," Massie answers, her cheeks turning a rosy red. "You?"

Derrick drums his hands on his pant leg, and shyly looks up. He didn't want Massie to think of him as a man-whore if he had. "Would it matter if I have?"

"Not really, you and Olivia were together for a long time," Massie says. She didn't really like that Derrick had already lost his virginity, but it didn't make her like him any less.

"Oh yea...totally," Derrick mutters, his cheek's flaming red. He instantly regretted bringing the subject up, how could he tell Massie that his first and only time was with Alicia Rivera, a girl he had never gone out with. Massie would probably accuse him of cheating on her with Alicia then.

Massie noticed that Derrick looked extremely uncomfortable, and was bewildered. He was the one that bought in up, and now she felt bad. "Uh...Derrick it was with Olivia Ryan right?"

Derrick's eyes focused on any were but Massie's face. "Sure," He finally answers, he squeezed her hand, and leaned over to kiss her cheek. "You smell wonderful." He murmurs, changing the subject. Massie grins, and gave him a soft kiss on the mouth.

Someones cell phone goes off, and Derrick reaches into his back pocket, and looks at the screen. His face looked confused for a second, and then he flipped it open to answer. "Hello?"

He listens for a minute, then sighs. "Liv, maybe they just forgot to call you or something." His voice sounded hard, and he dropped his arm from Massie.

"No, I'm with Massieright now." Derrick listened for a moment, then laughed. "I really think your worrying over nothing, look I gotta go, I'll text you later or something."

Massie stiffens, she was really confused. Why would Derrick's ex-girlfriend call him? And why did he say he would text her later? After he shut his phone, and moved back near her, Massie looked at him in the eye, and asks. "What was that call about?"

"Cam and the crew went out, and I guess they didn't tell Olivia, and she thought I was with them, and get this, she actually thinks something is going on between Cam and Claire." Derrick quietly laughs.

Massie raises her eyebrow, and frowns. "I don't blame her, Cam and Claire look extra close lately."

Derrick rolled his eyes, and answered back. "Claire and Cam were each others first love, there always going to have history together no matter what."

Massie knew deep down that Derrick knew something and wasn't telling her, but she didn't want to push him too hard. She glanced at the clock, and jumped up. "Oh shit, I'm was supposed to meet Dylan at the mall five minutes ago."

"I'll drive you there," Derrick offered, standing up and stretching out his legs.

Massie grabbed her purse and walked out her front door, silently glad that her first real boyfriend, had a car, and a nice one at that. How it must feel to be young, beautiful, and rich.

Holding a pink skirt up to her body, Olivia wrinkled her nose. She couldn't find anything that she liked in her closet which was filled with clothes. She was in a horrible mood, considering her boyfriend didn't even have the nerve the call her to tell her he was going out with his friends, and maybe she would like to go too. Olivia sighs, and sits down on her huge white and green water bed. She didn't want to be controlling, but couldn't help it, she was just so scared that she would lose Cam as easily as she lost Derrick.

Tears threatened to spill out of her eyes, and Olivia mentally slapped herself. Why was she always the weak one. Everyone always pushed her around, and Olivia was sick of it. Who was the one that made Claire the alpha of Westchester High School?

Although Olivia knew she liked Cam, she also knew in her heart, that all she really wanted was to be single, and not have to worry all the time about what to wear, and where her boyfriend was, and if he was cheating on her. The thing about Olivia was, she didn't know how to break up with someone. It frightened the hell out of her to tell someone that you no longer wanted them anymore, and break their heart.

She decided she wasn't going to put it off any longer. I'm going to do it tomorrow, she thought to herself. Olivia sighed sadly, she just wanted to be happy with her life, was that too much to ask?