Thanks for all the reviews, loves! Sorry if this chapter is kinda messed up-I wrote part of it on the plane to Ontario and the second part on the ride home! Btw I got called back, so I'm going back in September, yay! Btw x2 this chapter is pretty long, because I feel I've been giving you crappy short chapters!

Massie stared at Derrick, her mouth slightly open and her amber eyes wide. He…was in love with her?

Derrick's expression was different from Massie's. First, he had blushed everywhere, and now he was looking down at his hands.

Massie wasn't sure what to say –what COULD she say? 'That's great because I'm in love with you too, so go dump that slut Alicia'? Or 'Screw you, you asshole; you pretty much ruined my life and now you're saying you love me'?

Life was so complicated.

"Derrick," Massie whispered.

He looked up and into her fiery eyes. "Yeah?" he answered softly.

"You're—"

"Um, I'm going to sleep. School tomorrow," he shrugged.

"Derrick you can't just avoid it," she whispered. "You just told me—"

"I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay? Good night, Massie," he mumbled and shut his window.

Massie was left, staring at his closed window, where she sat for the next hour, wondering what had just happened.

Derrick couldn't sleep. He could not believe he had just blurted that he loved Massie. He couldn't believe he had just been an ass and left her, when really he needed to man it up and talk to her.

He was such a wimp.

His Sidekick beeped, indicating a new text.

Alicia: hey, I can't sleep

Derrick: sucks

Alicia: yah…what are u doing up?

Derrick: u woke me up

That was a lie. But Derrick was hoping if Alicia felt bad for him she'd leave him alone so he could think.

Alicia: aw sorry!

Derrick: its ok but I'm going to sleep now, k?

Alicia: sweet dreams love you! Xoxo

Derrick knew Alicia expected him to text back a 'good night I love you', but he just wasn't in the mood. So instead he turned off his Sidekick and tiptoed out of his room.

"Olivia?" he whispered and knocked softly on her closed door. "Livs, open up!"

The door creaked open, revealing Olivia in her pink satin pajamas and matching eye mask. "What?" she whispered, careful not to wake up their parents or Cam.

"I need to talk to you, can I come in?" Derrick pushed the door open wider, walking in before getting her answer.

"Sure, just let yourself in," She said sarcastically and shut the door. "What do you want?"

Derrick sat down on her queen sized bed and looked around the room. It was still light purple with cream trim. Her bed faced the French doors that led out to a tiny balcony. She had had the best room before they left, and she clearly still had it.

"You're friends with both Massie and Alicia, right?" he asked as she sat down beside him.

"Yeah," she said softly. "But Alicia doesn't want me to be friends with Massie and Massie doesn't want me to be friends with Alicia."

"So you basically have to choose one of them?"

"I guess," she shrugged her small shoulders. Derrick felt bad for his sister; she looked so small and vulnerable.

"Who would you choose?"

"Why do you want to know?" Olivia snapped, all vulnerability gone.

"Because I like Alicia, but I just told Massie I loved her."

"Wait- WHAT?!" Olivia said in an excited whisper.

Derrick explained what had just happened.

"Oh," Olivia tapped her chin. "I don't know, who do you like more?"

"I like them both the same."

"Then who do you feel more comfortable with?"

"Massie I guess. I mean, we grew up together."

"Then I think that's your answer."

"But I love Alicia! I sometimes feel like I like her more than Massie! But then I think about the stuff me and Massie used to do, and I like her more! And then I think of Alicia and I like her more!" He was struggling to keep his voice down.

"Who do you like hanging out with more?" Derrick asked. "Who would you choose to be your friend?"

"I dunno," Olivia shrugged sadly. "But I'm going to bed. Night, D," she patted his shoulder. "You'll figure out which one you want to be with soon enough."

"I hope so," he stood up and stretched. "Good night, Livs."

He shut her door quietly behind him. When he crawled back into his bed, he looked out the window. Massie was still standing there, looking up at the stars as if they held all the answers for her.

And just like that Derrick couldn't sleep.

Olivia walked into school the next morning to find 'slut' written across her locker in huge purple letters. Derrick walked up behind her. She heard him exhale sharply when he read it.

"I want to go home," she mumbled to him.

"Olivia you can't go home. Mom would figure out you aren't sick." Derrick started rubbing at the locker with his sleeve.

"No, not to our house," She sniffled. "I want to go back to Arizona. Where my friends –my REAL friends- and Todd are."

Olivia and Todd –Derrick's old best friend- used to date. They were both heartbroken when the Harrington's moved away.

"No you don't," He wrapped an arm protectively around her shoulders. "You have friends here."

"Not great ones. My friends in Arizona wouldn't have made me pick between them. And no one would be trashing mom or writing slut in big letters across my locker."

Mr. Greene, the school principal, walked past. He stopped when he saw Olivia's locker.

"Miss Harrington?" He addressed her. "Is this your locker?"

Olivia nodded, not looking at him. People in the hallway were looking, and it was insanely embarrassing.

"Do you know who wrote this?" He asked, paging the janitor to bring a sponge and water.

"Dylan Marvil," Derrick said with certainty. "And Claire Lyons."

"No, it wasn't Claire," Olivia said. Claire was actually a sweet person. She and Olivia used to be best friends, but then she became friends with Dylan. But still, Olivia knew Claire wouldn't do something like that. "It was definitely Dylan, though."

"And you're sure? How do you know?" Mr. Greene asked.

"Do you watch the Daily Grind?" Derrick asked flatly.

"My wife and I watch it over a breakfast of Special K every morning." He said with a smile, as if remembering it.

"Then you saw yesterday's episode?" Olivia asked.

"Oh," Mr. Greene blushed. "Yes. I see. So the Marvil's don't like you?"

"Not at all." Olivia said.

"Well I suppose that's enough proof…of course if Dylan has enough reasons as to why she did not do it, we'll have to let her go."

"Fine. But talk to her now," she crossed her thin arms over her chest.

"All right," he paged the secretary to call Dylan Marvil into his office.

When Dylan walked in, her eyes wide with innocence (Fake of course), Olivia was sitting in there glaring, and Mr. Greene was looking uncomfortable. Both Victoria and Merri-Lee did a lot for the school, and if one were too stop fundraising, they'd be in trouble.

"Yes, Mr. Greene?" Dylan asked sweetly while batting her heavily made up eyes.

"Have a seat, Miss Marvil," Mr. Greene said firmly.

Dylan sat gingerly beside Olivia on the bench in front of Mr. Greene's desk.

"I understand you and Miss Harrington have been having some…issues lately. There's some fight going on, right?"

Olivia nodded while Dylan stared blankly at him. "I'm sorry; Mr. Greene, but I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about."

Olivia turned to face her, shocked. She knew Dylan was a bitch, but she was lying to the principal.

"Dylan I watched the Daily Grind, don't try lying to me." Mr. Greene glared at her.

Olivia smirked. She felt like hugging the principal! Dylan was finally going to get what she deserved!

"That's my mother's talk show," she shrugged. "I don't have a say in what she puts on the show. She doesn't really like Victoria Harrington, but that's none of my business."

"Oh, well," Mr. Greene said. He pondered this. "Well I suppose you're right…"

"No!" Olivia stomped her foot. "It was her, I swear!"

"Olivia," Dylan turned to her. Her eyes were wide and innocent. If it weren't for that small malicious glint in her eyes, Olivia wouldn't have known if she has serious or not. "I know you don't like me, I don't really know why. I mean, all I've ever been is nice to you."

"You bitch!" Olivia glared at her. "How can you lie like that?"

"Olivia!" Mr. Greene snapped. "Don't cuss!"

Dylan's green eyes welled up with tears –she was a damn good actress. "Olivia I just want to be friends, even though our mothers hate each other."

"Well," Mr. Greene said. "Dylan is clearly not at fault here. You're both excused."

Olivia stood up with a sneer at Dylan. "I would never be your friend."

Then she walked out of Mr. Greene's office, slamming the door behind her, and leaving one baffled principal and one furious redhead.