A/n: disclaimer I do not own the Clique or any of the characters.
So it's been awhile, but I have been having issues at work which have caused numerous amounts of stress on top of stress from school which is never fun. Anyway I'm sick as a dog, and I discovered a file labeled "iby" and opened it to find this story which led me to update so yay?
*It's time to take down Kristen Gregory, but the way Massie is going to play it might her in the end.
~Halo.
Have, you ever felt like you had a target on your back? Well, I have felt this more than once, and I can honestly say it only builds the fire more in me. I have sat back these past two years, and let this monster destroy my life. I should have set her on fire, when I had the chance, but I was naive enough to think she truly had changed. The worst feeling ever, is trusting someone you should have never had trusted in the first place. Kristen Gregory, is the Wicked Witch of Westchester High and it is time to pour water over her, and watch her melt away.
"I called you here for one reason only, and that is to take down Kristen Gregory." I said as I pointed the ruler to the white board, I designed. I felt very, "Mean Girl-esique" but then again this is high school, and Westchester so it fits.
"I can't believe, she started all of this drama." Alicia Rivera, the Spanish beauty confessed. Alicia looked prettier than ever wearing a royal blue Ralph Lauren Chiffon blouse, paired with black Michael Kors skinny jeans, and black Christian Dior studded ankle boots. Her hair is of course curled in soft waves. I would never tell her this, but she has always been beautiful.
"She deserves everything that she is about to get." Dylan Marvil growled, as she flipped her red hair out of her eyes.
Dylan choose to wear black skinny Lucky Brand Jeans, black Christian Dior heels, and a white lace long-sleeve Ella Moss top for her outfit today. She looked absolutely gorgeous too, but I wouldn't expect anything less from her. After all she is dating Kemp, the guy I was too blind to notice.
"She doesn't really have an army full of skanks, so how will we take her down?" Claire Lyons asked innocently. Claire is wearing a light blue Ella Moss button down paired with black Michael Kors leggings, and her infamous pair of white Keds. It's nice seeing this "Claire" again even if I want to burn those wretched "Keds" once and for all.
"No, she doesn't really have any followers. However, she does have a boyfriend and we all know how good Massie is at stealing someone else's boyfriend." Alicia said mischievously, and I could feel my cheeks burn a faint pink.
It's kind of embarrassing to be known as the girl who steals other girls' boyfriends, but it's the truth. Ever since we got over the "cooties" stage, I have been destroying relationships left and right wether or not it was intentional. I never really tried to purposely take someone's boyfriend from them, unless it was a HART who was dating an LBR than it was an obvious reason. I am always up for helping those in need of a mental health check.
"The only way, I could get close enough to Cam is to hang out with Derrick." I pointed out the obvious, because Cam and I were never really best friends or anything. He was always Claire's boyfriend or Derrick's best friend to me nothing else.
"Very true, so we need you to get close to Derrick again in order for this to work." Dylan said flatly.
"We also need to start a rumor about his girlfriend." Alicia stated as she began to stalk Facebook and various other social-networks to find any kind of gossip about Kristen that we could use in our advantage.
"What's worse than your girlfriend cheating on you?" Claire asked us, but the three of us didn't understand what she was trying to get at. "Your girlfriend cheating on you with her ex-boyfriend."
I don't even know if what Claire stated was true, but if it is then Kristen is about to burn herself into the ground. I never really thought that Kristen and Josh would break up, because they had this unhealthy but functional relationship; just like Kemp and myself. They somehow managed to work it out, and it's hard letting go of that kind of love.
"Girls, we need to help the poor fella out and show him how much a slut his girlfriend truly is." I said with a smirk plastered on my face. It feels good being back to my old self, and back on the top. This time, I will sharpen my claws for a cat-fight and I will not surrender.
"I think it's time to call up an old love of yours." Alicia said while she handed my purple iPhone 5 to me.
I scrolled through my contacts until, I landed on his name and then I hit the call button. It rang a good three times, before he finally answered out of breath, and I assumed it was because he just got done running.
"Hey sorry for calling you, but I was thinking that we really didn't give this "relationship" a good shot-"I began to say, but I was cut off half-way through my speech.
"Massie, I think you were right about us. We had our chance, but now it's over-"
"I think I still love you." I said quickly, and mentally I slapped myself for saying it. I knew it wasn't the whole truth, but it was the only way of keeping him on the line.
"Meet me at the Wood Ridge Park, and we will talk in person about this." and with that said he hung up.
'What am I getting myself into?' I thought to myself as I walked over to my mirror to study my appearance. I'm wearing a navy blue Michael Kors button down blouse, paired with white skinny Lucky Brand Jeans, and grey Louis Vuitton high heels. My hair is pulled back into a high pony-tail and my makeup is on the lighter side.
"Massie, you have to do this. She made us fight for no reason, and she ruined our lives." Dylan said as she walked up to me and put her arm around my shoulder. I know she is right.
"You're right. Dyl, I missed you so much and Leesh, I did honestly miss you too." I confessed, and they both nodded their heads in unison.
I grabbed my white Louis Vuitton purse, and walked down to my black BMW Convertible and drove down to Wood Ridge Park to meet Derrick. It was only ten minutes away from my house so the drive was short; which didn't help with trying to think. I parked my car, and began to walk towards the blue and yellow playground. I walked on the side-walk looking over to the baseball fields and soccer fields trying to find Derrick, but than I saw a familiar shadow sitting on a bench in front of the pond.
"You just had to sit at the bench far away from the sidewalk, didn't you?" I asked a rhetorical question as I pointed down to my now bare feet. I opted to take them off rather than sinking into the green grass trying to walk to the bench.
Derrick is wearing dark wash Lucky Brand Jeans, and a navy blue button down Christian Dior shirt paired with blue and white Nikes. He looked cuter than ever even though I hate to admit it.
"How was I supposed to know you were going to wear heels?" He asked looking intently into my eyes.
"I'm a girl is how you should know."
"So, do you honestly think you still love me?" He asked, and I immediately froze up, because I am not prepared to answer this question. I don't know how I truly feel anymore.
"I don't know, maybe. Its hard for me to accept feelings, and for two years, I have shut out all feelings. For the longest time, I didn't want a heart," I paused as I scooted a bit towards him on the bench. I am about to tell him something, I never confessed to anyone before. "After awhile I didn't even want to breathe. I didn't want to live, because I had nothing to live for. My friends hated me for shutting them out, my parents hated for acting out of control, Kemp hates me for playing with his heart, and you hated me for being a bitch to you."
It felt good letting everything out, and I knew I could always trust Derrick. He did hurt me very badly, but he never did betray me. I hate love, because I can never figure it out and as a control freak it drives me crazy.
"Massie, if you ever died, I don't know what I would do with myself. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you," Derrick paused as he turned to look me in the eyes now. "I think we should take things slow and see how it grows from there."
I nodded my head agreeing. I had to leave to go home and eat dinner with my parents, because it was very important in my household to be home for dinner. On the drive back, I couldn't help but wonder if I do truly still love Derrick or if this is just apart of a wicked game, I'm playing.
All I know, is Kristen Gregory better win the lottery pretty soon, because her good luck is starting to run out. I can't wait to watch her burn.
Next time on Innocence of Being Young:
"So you are back together with Derrick? Do you just like screwing with my head?"
"Why do you want to hang out with Cam all the time?"
"Kristen is there something you are not telling me?
"What if they are all lying to you?"
"Who can you trust when everyone has stabbed you in the back?"
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