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And sorry in advance about this chapter being so short. I promise to try and make the next one nice and long. :)
So without further ado, here's the next chapter.
"Well? Aren't you going to say anything?" the brunette demanded.
"Um, hi Massie. I thought you were in Florida," Kristen managed.
"Come awn, K. I told you I was thinking about coming home early," Massie replied, swinging her white Coach bag as she pushed past her into the apartment. Kristen immediately remembered the short text message conversation they had had the week before. "So this is where you live, huh?" Massie said as her gaze fell on the plain white walls and ugly gray carpeting. "I can understand why you never invite anyone over."
The comment stung, but Kristen knew that all Massie had to do was venture into the dining room and she would be getting much worse than a verbal slap.
"So… what are you doing here?" Kristen asked, trying to sound upbeat.
"Well, I flew in this morning on Daddy's private jet and I was sitting at home by myself when I thought of you. I was thinking we could go get mani/pedis together," Massie explained. "My treat, of course."
Just then Derrick emerged from the other room. "Hey Kristen, Plovert knocked over the paint bottle and-" he said, breaking off when he caught sight of Massie.
"What is HE doing here?" Massie screeched.
"Funny, I could say the same about you," Derrington replied coolly.
"I'm her BEST FRIEND," Massie spat.
"I'm her BOYFRIEND," he shot back.
Massie's eyes widened in disbelief as she turned to face Kristen. "Are you a trained assassin?"
Kristen shook her head, her gaze fixed on the carpet so Massie couldn't see her crying.
"Then why'd you stab me in the back?" she demanded.
"I-"
"Save it for someone who cares. I'm out of here." And with that Massie turned on her heel and stormed out of the apartment.
"What was that about?" Derrick asked a few moments later.
"I might have forgotten to tell Massie that we were going out. Or even hanging out at all," Kristen admitted, wiping tears from her eyes.
"So?"
"So, you're her ex-boyfriend. Friends just don't to that to friends," Kristen explained. "And besides… Massie might have initiated a boy-fast after Skye's party."
"A what?" Derrick looked incredulous.
"A boy-fast. As in, no talking to or hanging out with boys. At all."
"That didn't stop you," Derrick surmised.
"No," Kristen smiled. "It didn't."
"So I guess the question is: what are you going to do now?"
"Awn-estly? I have no idea."
And the crap hits the fan. But you guys knew that was going to happen eventually. Kristen's life was just going far too well. ;)