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THE PINEWOOD

MARSHA GREGORY'S BEDROOM

Sunday, September 7th

1:31 p.m.

Two years ago, Kristen Gregory wouldn't believe what she was doing right now, and that was making out with Dempsey Solomon, on her mother's bed. But that was because two years ago from today, Kristen and Dempsey became an official couple.

While some might have thought making out with their boyfriend on someone else's bed was mundane, Kristen always felt her adrenaline rush whenever she and Dempsey made out on her mother's queen sized bed. It was like riding the scariest roller coaster at six flags because while it was fun, there would always be a possibility of danger.

And that danger was Marsha Gregory.

If her mom ever came home early from work at the hospital and stumbled on what her daughter was doing, Kristen believed that she would be grounded for life, no questions ask.

"Dempsey," Kristen was breathing hard from their full on make out session, she could literally feel her pores open up on her forehead. Kristen wondered if she looked awful in front of Dempsey, the beads of sweats from her forehead were starting to drip, her hair was in a frizzy mess and she knew that her makeup was a bit smudged. "Maybe we should stop for today," she let her arms fall down from his back and bit on what use to be her glossed lips, "my mom will be home any minute now."

"Kris," Dempsey let out an annoyed sigh, but he was still smiling, "she won't come home," He looked around the room looking for something and finally, his eyes settled on a spot, Marsha Gregory's digital clock. "We have plenty of time." Dempsey noticed her questioning glance, "I uh, well, calculated when she comes home."

Kristen pursed her lips; "Still," She gazed down and picked off any lint off her purple Puma hoodie that she got from his rugged Safari shirt when they came in contact.

"Come on,"

"I—" Kristen stopped herself from going on, she saw the pleading look he was giving her, the look that was irresistible and so hard to resist, his right eyebrow slightly arched, his green safari eyes widening and his lip curling into a soft smile. She let out an exasperated noise; Kristen knew there was no way he would give up.

"Okay," She finally managed, "fine. " Kristen faux-glared at him and started to giggle, "You're just lucky that pathetic look of yours helped you convince me,"

He gave her a cocky smirk, "Oh please. I know you like that look." He leaned forward and gave her a kiss. He then grabbed her back, forcefully giving her more kisses than she could count. Her fingers started to travel up his chest, his face and then his soft caramel hair.

They were too preoccupied to not hear anything at all, too preoccupied with each other to hear the neighbor's blasting punk-rock music, too preoccupied with other to hear the sound of a car's horn outside, too preoccupied with each other to hear the front door opening, too preoccupied with each other to hear footsteps coming towards the room.

"KRISTEN MICHELLE GREGORY!"

Kristen gasped. She nearly choked on her saliva when she turned to see her mother, whose face was flushing bright cherry red and brows that were furrowed into a glare, piercing at the both of them. Kristen immediately dropped her hands away from Dempsey.

"Mom—"

"Don't you dare speak," Marsha Gregory held up her palm to her daughter, she marched right up to Dempsey, grabbing his arm. "Leave. Now."

"Mom—!"

"What did I say about having no boys in my house?" Marsha Gregory screeched at her daughter. The fuming woman tightened her grip around Dempsey's arm, leading him to the front hallway, at the same time lecturing him.

As Kristen heard the front door being opened, and then slammed, hot tears started to spill out from her aqua coloured eyes. Now, there was no way in hell, her mother would ever trust her again. All the hard work she had done for all these years, were gone. There was no way her mother would ever let her leave the house without wearing those parent-approve clothes, her mother would be even stricter.

"Kristen," Marsha Gregory's stern voice was coming from the kitchen. "Come here,"

Reluctantly, she gave in, and marched straight into the kitchen. Kristen approached the nearest seat and sat down without being asked. She lowered her face and avoided eye contact with her mother.

"Kristen," Marsha beady eyes were growing larger, veins could be seen. "Listen to me clearly. You are never going to see that boy again."

Her head shot up. "What?" Kristen clenched her fists, "That's not fair!"

"It is." Marsha folded her arms across her chest, "You knew the rule and you broke it."

"Mom!" she cried, "haven't you ever been in love when you were my age? This isn't fair."

"Don't give me that crap. I repeat, you are never going to see Dempsey again."

Kristen nearly spat, her mother finally got his name right, but she was forbidding her own daughter to see her boyfriend again. "He lives next door, how is that possible?"

Her mother's lip curled into a small, creepy smile, "Oh, it's possible."

SLICE OF HEAVEN

TABLE #5

Sunday, September 7th

2:17 p.m.

"What do you want to order?"

Alicia sighed, when hearing the question. She put down her iPhone to show her boyfriend that she was listening to him, even though she really wasn't. She really didn't care or paid attention to what Derrick was saying after her attention was limited after reading a massive text from Olivia that filled with juicy gossip.

"I don't know," She tucked her phone into her Michael Kors brown leather bucket bag, "something that's low in fat and doesn't have that much calories."

"If you haven't noticed, Leesh," Derrick leaned forward to her, talking to her slowly, "We're in a pizza place."

"Well," Alicia began to apply her favourite red lipstick, "then tell Griffin to make me a salad." She grabbed her bag and threw it over her shoulders, "He works here and he knows us. And it isn't that hard to create a salad." She blinked; at least she didn't think it was that hard to create a salad, Alicia never created a bowl of salad in her life. And watching Joyce make it, made it seem so easy. "I'm just going to go to the washroom." She gave him a look, "So order for me."

"Fine," He huffed, his fingers rolling through his unkempt blonde hair.

"Good," Alicia nodded; she quickly turned her back from him and was heading in the direction of the washrooms. Her palms was about to push the door entrance of girl's washroom, but she stopped when she saw and smelled the familiar polo-loving boy she knew coming out of the boy's washroom.

"Oh," Josh looked startled; his hands were still wet, as droplets of water were falling to the ground. He gazed at her with a smile, something Alicia hadn't seen for a long time, "hey."

"Hey," Alicia forced a grin. The awkward tension immediately filled the small hallway outside the washroom. Her eyes wandered to the washroom door, the ceiling and then back to Josh. She wanted to say so many things to him, and even to the point practiced saying those things, and now, he was right in front of her, the perfect opportunity to do so. But, Alicia couldn't bring herself to say anything.

"So," Josh said, he looked at her straight in the eye, "Are you here with Derrick?"

Alicia bit on her lip; she didn't understand how Josh seemed so...fine, so normal when talking to her. Didn't he feel the awkwardness around them? Or maybe he already moved on, and that's why he could talk to her normally.

Still, Alicia would have thought he would feel something.

"Yeah, I am." She smiled warmly. "Derrick's great, you know?" She tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear while searching his face, hoping there would sight or twinge of jealousy coming from her ex, as she mentioned her current boyfriend.

But, he didn't show any signs or signals. In fact, Josh started to chat even more.

"That's good." Josh continued normally, showing no signs of jealousy Alicia desperately hoped for. "He is a good guy." He raised his hand and started to motion back to the restaurant, "I better go, I making someone wait for me."

"Dylan?" Alicia made a bitter face, it was probably her imagination, but her mouth tasted sour after saying her ex-friend's name. "You know, you can just say her name in front of me."

Josh started to adjust his blue cap, uncomfortably, "Yeah, it is Dylan. We're actually sitting at the opposite side of you guys," He started to laugh a bit, allowing his adorable white fangs to be shown, "So, if you want to join us, you guys can."

"I don't understand you,"

"What?" Josh's mouth formed into a shape, his eyes widened in surprise, as if he had misheard her. "What did you say?"

She reached for his wrist, locking it with her moisturized (thankfully!) palms before he could leave the hallway. "How are you so... normal around me? Especially what happened between 'us'?"

"I really don't have time for this, Alicia."

"Please," She bit the insides of her cheeks, she was the never the one to plead to a boy, but this one time was important.

Josh stared at her dead on, "because," he said softly, "You're the one who broke up with me." He blinked at her, "and when you did, it showed me that you moved on. That you didn't want me." His eyes darted to the restaurant for a minute, and then finally back to her beautiful brown orbs. "It took me a while, but I moved on too."

"Yeah," Alicia snipped, adjusting herself into a stance of annoyance. "To Dylan."

He ignored her, "When I was with you, I was happy." Josh peeked out the hallway, "But now I'm with Dylan, I'm happier." He paused, "and you seem happier with Derrick, too." He shoved his hands into his pockets, "Isn't that enough for you? Look, I really got to go." Josh craned his neck to her before he stepped foot outside the hallway, "I guess will be seeing each other tomorrow?"

Before she could answer, Josh left the hallway, unable to hear here answer. He left too soon, as he missed another thing Alicia was about to say to him.

"But I was always happier with you, Josh."

THE LYON'S ESTATE

CLAIRE'S BEDROOM

Sunday, September 7th

3:09 p.m.

"Claire bear..."

Claire could hear a muffle voice right next to her ear, but refused to open her eyes, she was still in a sleepy trance from her nap, plus, she was too lazy.

"Claire," the voice this time, sang her name.

The blonde made an indescribable noise and turned to her side.

"CLAIRE!"

Her innocent baby blue eyes popped wide open. She searched her surroundings to see who woke her up. When she saw Layne's face, Claire stumbled backwards out of her bed and onto the wooden floor of her room.

She groaned. "Layne!" She began rubbing her eyes groggily, "I was sleeping. Do you even know what time it is?"

Her quirky friend had her arms folded, Claire watched her roll her dark green eyes impatiently, "It's three in the afternoon."

"Oh,"

"Anyways," Layne skipped to Claire's circular reading chair, perching on it, making herself feel right at home, "you weren't answering any of my texts, so I decided to pop by."

Claire shot Layne a quizzical expression. Her parent weren't even home yet from the supermarket. "How did you get in?"

"Todd let me in."

"Typical," The blonde grumbled. She rubbed her sore back and headed back to her bed. Satisfied with her spot, Claire glanced at Layne. "What texts?"

"The texts I sent to you asking about your date with Cam last week." Layne shot her a goofy smile while stretching her long feet towards the air, "How did it go?"

Claire felt her lips trembling. "It was going great, until I stupidly opened my big mouth."

Layne laughed out loud. "That isn't a surprise coming from you." She continued laughing, but stopped when she noticed Claire's miserable and defeated face. "Oh come on, whatever you said can't be that bad."

"Yeah it is," She started tugging on her pale blonde hair in frustration. Claire glimpsed at Layne, her face was filled with curiosity. "At first we were talking about Massie, since she came back, right?"—Layne nodded her head—"Well then I didn't want to be rude and talk about Massie all night since it was our three year anniversary of being together," She explained, "So I then, stupidly brought about up his sixteenth birthday and asked him what he wanted."

"And?"

She took a deep breath, "Cam told me he wanted to have sex. But I said no."

Layne's expression changed quickly, from curiosity to worry, "Claire," she said softly, "is he still pressuring you?"

She nodded meekly.

The brunette walked right over and plopped onto Claire's bed, putting her arm around her shoulder for comfort. "Well, I'm glad you said no. You shouldn't give in to him just because he wants something from you." Layne bit on her lip, thinking over something. She snapped her fingers twice when an idea came to her mind. "Claire this might sound absurd, but why don't you take a break from Cam?"

"A break?" Claire crinkled her nose, she whirled her head to Layne, her eyes sparkling with a hint of panic, "You mean break up with him?"

"No, a break," Layne rolled her eyes, "Just tell Cam, you need a break from him, it's not necessarily breaking up with him, I mean you two will still be boyfriend and girlfriend, it means that you need space for yourself and be away from him."

Claire lowered her chin, thinking about what Layne had just said, "That's not a bad idea, I can tell him tomorrow at school."

Layne grinned, "Told you,"

"Hold on," She raised her palms, "I didn't say I was all for it, all I said it's not a bad idea."

"Claire," Layne glared at her, "Do you really want Cam to pester and beg you 24/7 for sex?"

"No,"

"Well," Layne said in an obvious tone of voice, "then go for it."

The blonde glanced at Layne and then began to hug her knees. She sighed, knowing Layne was waiting for an answer. "Fine," Claire said, "I'll tell him first thing in the morning, tomorrow."

"You better."

THE HOTZ ESTATE

JOSH'S BEDROOM

Sunday, September 7th

5:32 p.m.

Dylan's curly red mane was messy.

Although, it was messier than usual as she lay in Josh's bed, staring at the white ceiling and his rotating fan lamp, listening to the new music he had illegally downloaded from the net. It was their thing. They did this every Sunday night, lying next to each other, just listening to the songs he got.

"Can we skip this song?" Dylan asked whining, she turned to her side to face him.

"What?" Josh opened his mouth, feigning shock. "How can you not like this song?"

She smiled at him playfully, "You know me. I'm more into pop songs." She stuck her tongue out teasingly, "I'm not into indie music, like you Josh."

A tiny smirk appeared on his face. "Of course you wouldn't be," He punched her on the shoulders lightly, "you're only into the Jonas Brothers, Justin Bieber and One Direction." He pushed himself up from his bed, strolling to his laptop to pause the newest song from Greg Laswell.

Josh turned away from his Mac and faced Dylan; a kooky smile replaced his smirk. He raised his eyebrows, "If you really want to listen to pop songs, I'll give it to you."

She sat up straight and gasped. Dylan furrowed her eyebrows into a mock glare, "No!" She glanced at him, but all Josh did was smile wider, "Don't you dare. Josh Emilio Hotz don't you dare sing!"

It was too late; the moment Dylan finished her sentence, Josh opened his mouth and started to belt out What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction, to bug her since he was tone deaf.

The red began to cover her ears and started giggling. Josh couldn't sing a lick. He was always out of tune and his voice cracked during the chorus, although, even if he did sometimes ruin her favourite songs, it was Josh's weird way showing he loved her.

"...That's what makes you beautiful."

Dylan winced as she uncovered her ears earlier than she expected. Thankfully, that was the only and last sentence she heard him sing. "Josh!" She shrieked, she grabbed his pillow and whacked him in the stomach. The red head made an angry face, but it didn't last, since she was already dissolving into more giggles.

"What?" He teased, "I know you secretly love my singing."

"Sure," Dylan made a face, while throwing back his pillow on the bed. She laid down once again and shot a grin at him, "If you call that singing,"

Josh just shrugged and focused back onto his laptop. "I found this song, and I think it kind of describes our relationship." He clicked his mouse and a song came blasting on. Josh turned to her, "It's a good one."

"Yeah?" She widened her emerald eyes with interest as she watched him lay next to her.

"Yeah," He simply nodded. "It's called 'Us Against the World' by Coldplay." Josh swirled his head to face her instead of his spotless ceiling, "every time I listen to it, it just reminds me of our relationship, you know how like my friends and your friends acted when we got together."

"Oh,"

Josh chuckled, "It's what I feel. Nobody approves of our relationship, so it's basically just you and me." He paused to give her boyish grin, "it's us against the world."

Dylan exhaled loudly, closing her eyes. He was right, when the two of them got together; none of their group of friends approved their relationship. Of course, when she got together with Josh, Dylan knew her friendship with the PC, well, more specifically with Alicia; was already on the brinks. And the moment, the Latina heard her ex-boyfriend and her best friend together that was the last straw.

Now, when she really thought about it, Josh was right. Dylan didn't really have any friends since the PC broke up in the middle of the ninth grade, the only time she would speak with the PC was through Alicia and speaking to Alicia was tiring. The Latina was blackmailing her with a deadly secret that affected Dylan's entire life, so now, whatever Alicia wanted, Dylan did. And for the briarwood boys, their group of friends split after some vague argument, she couldn't remember about what, but what she did remember was the Derrington wasn't really speaking to Josh because when she and Josh got together, Derrick still had feelings for her.

Dylan sighed as she listened to the lyrics of the song; she turned to Josh and gave him a grim smile.

"You have no idea."

THE BLOCK'S ESTATE

MASSIE'S BEDROOM

Sunday, September 7th

7:03 p.m.

"How are you feeling?" James asked through the computer via Skype. "Tomorrow will the first time in two years you start school without me by your side." His penny-brown eyes were twinkling as he beamed at her, "how will you survive?"

Massie smirked at her boyfriend, tilting her head to the right, oh so coyly. "Oh, I will." She waved him off, "the real question is how will you survive without me being there?"

"Oh, I will."He mimicked. James scratched the back of his neck, his eyes widened as he remembered an incident. "I forgot to tell you something. Did you know that our Samantha finally got the courage and told Alex her feelings?"

"What? Really?" Massie squealed, "Our Samantha?"

"Yup,"

She sat there speechless. Massie tossed her head back, thinking about all the things she would be missing back in England since moving back to Westchester. In England she attended the school KISS with James which was where she met her other best friends, Samantha, Avery, Charlotte, Ian, Alex and Liam. She sighed as she thought about them, knowing she was missing a lot, like right now, Samantha, the first friend she made at KISS (besides James), was super shy, meek, but what drew her to Massie was that she reminded her of Claire when they first met. And now, Samantha finally confessed to Alex, her long-time crush.

"Massie?" James chuckled, "Are you still there?"

Massie gave him a small smile, "Yes, I'm just thinking about everything I'm going to miss back in England."

"Don't worry," James winked at her, "I'll keep you updated, Luv."

She giggled at hearing her pet name from James, "Thanks baby. Promise me you'll come here for a visit?" She held up her pinky finger for him to see and wiggled it.

"You know I will," He too, held up his pinky finger and wiggled it. It was closest thing as an actual pinky swear. "Are you anxious about tomorrow?"

Massie bit down on her lower lip and nodded. What made James a special boyfriend and different from her other ones was that he knew the other side of her, her insecure side. Only a handful of people knew about how insecure Massie was, her father, Brownie, Bean, Claire and now, James. Despite, her insecurities, James still loved her, and that made her love him even more, if that was possible.

"Don't be," He said reassuringly, "I'm still here for you, just through, uh, Skype, texts and long distance phone calls."

"I know that," She said dramatically, "I'm just a bit nervous of seeing people I knew before. It's been two years since I last saw them." Massie gulped, "I wonder how they will react to me?"

James brushed his black bangs away from his face, "Positive. They'll react to you positively." He waved his long arms towards the webcam. "I told you, don't worry." He watched her smile once again before moving onto another topic, "Anyways, how was the sleepover with your old best friends?"

"Honestly?" Massie tried to suppress her giggles. "It was awkward." She shook her head as she thought about the event, "They weren't saying much over the last two years, I mean come on! There has to be more exciting things that happened during the years I was missing."

"Maybe they're scared." He offered.

"Scared of what?"

"Of you," James laughed out loud, "Of you being you of course. Maybe they're still adjusting the fact that you came back, you know how you say you're the real leader of the group."

"Its alpha," She corrected, while sucking in her stomach. "You're probably right."

"That's what I meant." He flashed her a cocky grin, "well whoever is in charge now, they know that you'll always be the real 'alpha'."

Massie grin right back, gaining her confidence rapidly, "I know. And I plan to be it for life."