Massie and Dylan escorted Claire to the nurse's office on then main floor. Kirsten had to ask her coach a question about the upcoming season, so she had to bail, as well as Alicia, who claimed she had to get help for a math question. Right.

"Thanks," Claire murmered when she stepped inside the fluorescent white room. After Massie and Dylan made sure Claire was going to be well cared for, they left the room to make it in time for homeroom.

" How do you feel?" Nurse Kelly, a pudgy, yet matronly woman, asked her.

"A bit queasy." Claire replied. Suddenly, she promptly got up and ran to the bathroom to continue being sick.

"I think you have a touch of food poisoning," Nurse Kelly gently suggested. "I think you should go home and skip cheerleading practice. I know Coach Laurie won't mine."

"NO!" Claire shouted. "I'll be fine! It'll clear up by lunch. Just give me a few Tums or Pepto Bismol and I'll be fine!"

"I guess so," Nurse Kelly sighed. "But go easy on practice."

"I will!" Claire promised. Claire then made a quick dash down the hall to World Geography. As she was leaving, you could hear Nurse Kelly murmuring: "Kids these days, always to busy to stop and smell the flowers."

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Alicia was bored. She still had two hours until she met Dylan at the train station for the train to New York City. Dylan had her photo shoot for Vogue, and Alicia herself had her job as an intern at Ralph Lauren, courtesy of her father after helping the company get out of some legal trouble. Sure, her weekdays were busy, but the weekends were meant for chilling with the girls and clubbing. Thank gawd it was Tuesday – if it was Friday Massie would have killed her for missing her traditional Friday sleepover. Though next week Alicia thought it wouldn't go as well – it was her turn to work on Friday as Candee was covering for her this week. Alicia and Candee, the other intern, took turns working on the dreaded Fridays.

Kirsten had soccer practice & Claire had cheerleading. Massie got out of dance class soon, but she was meeting up with Derrick at Starbucks, so she was a no go to hang with.

It was amazing how long they lasted. Massie caught Derrick cheat a few times, but she always took him back. Alicia thought Massie was acting weak, but she would never tell her that.

Alicia stifled a yawn and opened her design portfolio. Inside were dozen of doodles and sketches Alicia was vying to be used in Ralph Lauren's next collection. Flipping through the pages, rough penciling charred the pages with edgy, yet feminine designs. Alicia realized her design potential at the beginning of high school, where her design teacher, Ms.Vandez, suggested Alicia to a close family friend, Ralph Lauren himself. Alicia was thrilled to have an opportunity just to work in the same building as him. For now, Alicia was a mere intern girl. She hoped to change that soon.

Looking at her Cartier watch, she realized she had 45 minutes to meet Dylan. Alicia buzzed for her driver through her shiny pearl intercom. She wanted to arrive early to get a vanilla latte to soothe her frazzled nerves. Working near Ralph always did that to her. And to check out the hottie who worked at the java machine.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Massie waited inside the quaint Starbucks on the corner near the dance studio. It had been an intense practice – her trainer Keshia had made her go over her routine over and over, pointing out the little flaws. She was exhausted, but seeing Derrick always perked her up, and Starbucks was a sugary bonus!

"Hey," Derrick said in that sexy voice of his. "I got you a java chip frapp, your fav."

"Thanks sweetie!" Derrick treats her like a goddess, Massie silently thought. Whether it was encouraging Massie when she felt low or giving her a bouquet of orchids for just being her, Derrick always made her feel special. It was all about her …

What about the other girls Massie?

"You look gorgeous, baby" Derrick complimented. He also made her feel sexy. Even though she was wearing worn Juicy Couture sweats, a crumpled tee, her hair in a pony tail and no make up, Derrick had this effect that made her glow no matter what she was wearing.

"Aww, you're to kind," Massie giggled. "What's up with you, sexy?"

"Soccer practice was a bitch," Derrick bitterly said. "Coach was working us extra hard, getting us ready for the upcoming season."

"I could give you a massage back at your place," Massie coyly mentioned.

"Oh baby, I could really use one!" Derrick replied happily. "Let's roll."

Quickly downing the rest of their coffee, Massie and Derrick left with their hand in each other's back pocket. Along with Derrick and her dance recital with scouts from a New York City dance company, Massie Block had to say her life was pretty good.

What about your friends, TPC? What happened to Best Friends For Life?