I suck. I'm sorry.

Derrick buttoned up his light green shirt, watching his fingers in the mirror as he did so. He had let Olivia spray a single green streak into his hair using one of those weird washable dyes.

After he was done buttoning it up, Derrick continued to sit in his desk chair and stare into the mirror in front of him.

Had he changed? Olivia said that everyone changed -some good, some bad. But had he changed for better or for worse?

He wasn't as free spirited as he was in Arizona, choosing to do whatever, whenever. Like Olivia. Derrick was now more…boring. Like Westchester had put a weight on his shoulders. Maybe that was what Alicia and Massie did to him.

Olivia walked into his room, modeling her outfit for the evening. Derrick stood up so she could see his outfit –a green button down shirt, khaki pants, and spray painted green flip flops-, and she nodded approvingly.

"What about me?" she twirled, stumbling on her five inch heels.

"You're almost as tall as me," he smirked. "Almost."

Olivia stuck out her tongue at him. "So you're dateless." She observed.

"You are too," Derrick said as they walked out of his room. The pumping bass from next door was vibrating through the house.

Olivia shrugged. "I always arrive dateless," she said while the two of them walked out the front door. "But I never leave dateless."

Derrick wrinkled his nose, not wanting to know what happened between his sister and her boy toys.

"D!" Cam yelled from the doorway. In a few long strides he had caught up to them and walked beside Olivia. "Guess who I'll be making out with at the party?" Cam was decked out in an apple green tuxedo.

"Before I guess, can I ask what the hell you're wearing and where the hell you found it?" Derrick winced at his brother's tux. Cam was usually an okay dresser, but this was just…cringe-worthy.

Cam glanced down at his tux. "Dude, you don't like it?"

"Not at all," Derrick said and Olivia shook her blonde waves in agreement. They had stopped walking and were just standing in the little strip of grass that separated the Harrington's house from the Block's.

"Dad got it for me…" Cam mumbled, frowning. "It was a little too nice of him to give me something…think he like set me up to look like an idiot?"

"If he did it's working," Olivia laughed.

"Cam!" Alicia Rivera's high pitched voice rang out. She ran toward the threesome, wobbling in her stilettos. When she reached them, she kissed Olivia on the cheek. "Look at you, you look amazing!"

Olivia just smiled, not able to lie to Alicia's face. But she had been right when she said she looked bad in green…she was wearing an emerald mini dress and it made her look like a frog with the flu. Derrick thought she looked slightly awful too, and of course Cam didn't care how she looked –only that she was showing lots of leg and even more boobs.

"Come on…Alicia," Cam said, just remembering her name. "Let's go."

With an icy glare at Derrick behind her shoulder, Alicia sashayed off with Cam.

"She is making such a mistake," Olivia sighed. "But come on," she skipped toward the Block's house. "Dad's letting us drink for once."

Derrick squinted suspiciously at her, not knowing if she would be okay if she drank even one glass of champagne.

"I'll be fine," she rolled her eyes and sashayed into the Block's backyard. Derrick tried to follow her so he wouldn't be standing there alone, but she disappeared into the crowd of wealthy, well-dressed people.

Derrick had to admit that Massie was great at party planning. A deejay in the corner was playing every genre of music, hoping to please everyone in the crowd; twinkling lights were strung up in the trees, along with paper lanterns floating under them; the bar was fully stocked; and everyone was decked out in different shades of green.

"Dude," Chris Plovert appeared beside him. "I just saw your brother…what was he wearing?"

"Who knows?" Derrick shook his head at Cam's back.

"So…is Olivia here? Um, without a date?" he asked, shuffling his feet nervously.

Derrick smirked. "Yeah, but good luck finding her. Olivia always ends up being the life of the party."

Chris laughed and shuffled off to find her.

"Derrick Harrington!" Merri-Lee Marvil cried and came over to talk to him. Derrick was slightly nervous at the sight of Merri-Lee for these reasons: one, she was six feet tall. Two, she hated the Harrington family. Three, she looked slightly clownish in all of her makeup. Four, she looked like his old teacher in Arizona who had tried to rape him.

He took a step away, just in case Merri-Lee made a move to do what his old teacher had.

"Look at you, you cutie!" She exclaimed. Merri-Lee's voice was very shrill, and very loud.

"Uh huh," he mumbled, not making eye contact with her. Instead, his eyes were staring directly at the ground.

"Well, are you going to talk to me, or stand there like a lump?" Merri-Lee glared at him.

When Derrick made no move to talk to her, she turned around on her green pumps and left.

When Derrick brought his eyes up from the ground, he stared straight at Danny Robbins dancing with Massie.

With a sigh, Derrick grabbed a drink from a passing waiter's tray. He sniffed the dark green concoction and was hit with the spicy smell of rum. Derrick threw back his head and downed the drink in one gulp. It was full of strong alcohol –perfect for a night of watching the girl of his dreams flirt with someone else.

"You're no fun," Olivia pouted at Massie, who was standing on the sidelines of the dancefloor, flute of champagne in hand and bored, sad expression on her face. "Come dance! Please?"

"I'm busy," Massie mumbled, amber eyes scanning the crowd. She had seen Derrick only once this whole party, when he first arrived. The sight of his tousled blonde hair, bright chocolate eyes and chiseled cheekbones had taken her breath away. But she would never admit that.

"Busy looking for my brother," Olivia muttered.

"What?" Massie screeched. "No I'm not! What would make you say that –you know I don't like him!"

Olivia pursed her bubble-gum pink lips and shrugged. "That's what you both keep saying. But if you ask me, you're both lying."

Massie forced a laugh. "You're crazy, Livs."

Olivia stared straight into Massie's amber eyes, her own icy blue eyes steely. "And you're in denial, Mass."

Massie quickly threw her head back and downed the rest of her drink. The cool champagne bubbled down her throat, but it brought no cold to the warmth creeping into her shimmer-dusted cheeks.

"Well, I'm going to go dance," Olivia put her glass of champagne on the table. "Feel free to join me, if you're not too busy lying to yourself." And with that, she spun on her stiletto-clad foot and sashayed onto the dancefloor.

After painfully watching Massie sway in Danny's arms for five songs –and downing five very strong rum and cokes-, Derrick finally collected the courage to go over there.

"Mind if I cut in?" he asked Danny.

Danny narrowed his eyes. "Sorry, man, but we're busy."

"Massie?" he tried. "It's one dance."

"You don't mind, do you Danny?" she glanced up at him.

"Actually, I do," Danny snapped, the alcohol on his breath wafting over to Derrick. "It's obvious he likes you. He's just gonna try and get you to dump me!"

"I don't like her!" Derrick protested, the rum and cokes slightly fogging his brain.

"Well, you're still not dancing with her," Danny turned Massie back to face him so her back was facing Derrick.

"Danny!" Massie screeched and shoved him backwards, away from her. Because of the drunken haze surrounding him, Danny stumbled backwards, ripping the bottom of Kendra Block's floor-sweeping gown and pushing Merri-Lee Marvil to the ground.

The whole crowd gasped and took a few steps back so everyone could get a good view of Merri-Lee and Danny splayed out on the ground. Kendra's dress was ripped so short you could see the cellulite on her thighs that she always tried so desperately to have removed.

Derrick would have laughed if he weren't so stunned.

"Massie," Kendra hissed, grabbing her daughter's thin wrist. "Get out of here. Now."

"But I didn't do anything!" she protested. "Danny—"

"OUT." She glanced at Derrick. "You too. Both of you. Out. Now."

The party security started to move towards them, so Massie stalked off into the house and Derrick was quick to follow her.

"Thanks a lot," Massie shouted at Derrick. "I hate you!"

"That wasn't my fault!" Derrick retorted.

"Sure it wasn't," Massie scoffed. "Just get out of my sight, Derrick."

"Massie," Derrick locked his fingers around her wrist. "We need to talk."

"Whatever," she rolled her eyes. But that's all she could say since Derrick was now dragging her out to the front yard.