A.N. I didn't know what the high school is called, so I named it BOCD High. That okay with you guys? [:

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It had been two years. Two, long years. Massie gingerly stepped into BOCD High with trembling fingers and a troubled heart. Two years ago, she had been an eighth grader at BOCD. And now, here she was. Fifteen. She was different, inside and out. Two years could do a lot. The purple streak was still there, for Massie had been afraid to remove it. It was a reminder of her old life, her old self. Massie still wasn't sure if the adjustments in her lifestyle were for the best. Oh, sure, most people said it was. But how would they know? They couldn't see the future. As foolish as it sounded, Massie was afraid to face her old friends. They were all angry with her, and she knew it.

But hopefully, their anger had subsided and they had forgotten.

The beautiful teenager scoffed. Yeah. Forgive and forget had always been the Pretty Committee's motto.

But didn't Massie have every right to hope? She was the Massie Block. She could do anything. Fearless, that was what she was. But that was the old Massie Block, she supposed. Afraid of showing off emotion, overwhelmed by the responsibilities of being an alpha, and the pressure and stress that came from everyone's eyes on her. Insecurities, hidden behind make up and designer clothes. She had only been twelve, and she acted as if she was sixteen. She was silly, for sure.

The sound of her Converse tapping steadily against the polished floor were soft and almost comforting. Were they trying to assure her that her friends would accept her, even if she had changed? Trying to assure her that they had surely changed over two years, while she was in Los Angeles, California, living the life of a nobody?

Nobody seemed to notice her. Nothing she wore was designer, even her face was bare and untouched by make up. It was obvious. Massie had been updated, or perhaps her worth had been reduced over the years, until she was truly a nobody in BOCD High. She had once been a living legend, and now not one face spared her as much as a passing glance. MUCK, the Pretty Committee; she had had everything. She had even captured the heart of Derrick Harrington.

Derrick Harrington.

It was amazing, how only two words could make her heart feel so... What was the word? Heavy didn't seem to describe it. It felt more as if two pieces of metal were slamming against each other, and her heart was stuck in the middle of their collision. It squeezed, it twisted, and it even turned when the pieces of metal carried on their battle, grinding against each other until her heart was finally left in damaged pieces.

He had broken her heart as thoroughly as she had broken his.

Massie reached into the pocket of her jeans, the ones from Forever 21, one of the many shops she had once ignored because she believed it wasn't good enough for her taste. Boy, had she been missing out.

Anyhow, the piece of paper that just barely grazed her fingers reminded her of everything that went wrong. Derrick Harrington. Wasn't he supposed to be the one who cared for her the most? The one who wasn't scared of her? The one who…

Massie squeezed her eyes shut mentally. She wouldn't risk tripping and falling on her first day here. She didn't even want to think of that happening. She didn't want to think of.. Derrington either.

However, Massie couldn't stop herself from sliding the lined piece of notebook paper slowly and keep it in her palm, still folded. She would open it when she was at her new locker, which she should be at…. In zero seconds.

Thank God she had come the other day to receive all the paperwork. It would be such a waste of time if she had to come to the office beforehand, hm? But it would have saved her time, at least. She didn't want to read the letter.

But she had to, she knew. So she wouldn't dare to fall for his romantic tricks again and end up being even more broken in the process.

Slowly her fingers opened up the paper while she gnawed on her lower lip.

Massie.

… No dear. That word – or lack, thereof – still made her heart ache.

Sorry, I feel like such a jerk.

Great opening sentence.

I even told Cam to proofread this, so it wouldn't have any mistakes. I don't want you to misunderstand. So, here goes nothing, and here goes everything. Does that make sense? I never was good in English, and my mom hates me for it. Haha, I guess I'm not as smart as I thought I was. Oh, well, might as well keep up the façade (smart word, huh? Cam revised this for me. Most of this is his work, the original is on the back, and it's crap) and be the stuck up, flamboyant (Haha, another big word!) asshole everyone seems to think I am.

Oh, I rambled on. Oops. Oh well. I told Cam I wanted to keep that part when he suggested I take it out, but I wanted you to be distracted for even a moment. But it probably didn't work. ANYWAYS, there's no way to sugarcoat it. To put it bluntly… I'm breaking up with you. Why? … I can't say. Maybe… Maybe someone else can tell you. Later.

Derrick.

It was bittersweet. Massie had read the original, thinking it would show off a few more emotions than the redo. However, it was just as pointless and as vague as the better, much more intelligent version. His original was crap, he hadn't lied.

Why had this made her cry? Cam's note, at the bottom of the page.

Massie, Massie, Massie. This hurts me, too, because I'm the one who has to explain. Derrick's orders. If I don't… I'll be kicked off the team. Yeah, he's manipulative, I know. You see… Oh, God, Massie, I have to way to tell you this nicely. Do I really have to tell you? Yes, I do. He… He… Ugh, let me just write it now, really clear, etched, and blunt. Just take a risk without thinking. I'm probably over thinking this.

He found someone else.

That sounds harsh, right? I guess I shouldn't have etched it, but I don't have an eraser and I had etched it really deep before I realized how bad that sounded. That's what I get for not thinking about it. Which one's better, do you think? Over thinking or not thinking at all? And who's the someone else? Well, no other than Olivia Ryan. Plastic surgery, ew. Remember how she looked? Yeah, well, you thought she looked like a slut, with those breast implants and the 'ass implants,' and in those super revealing clothing, and to be honest, I thought so too. Guess both of us didn't notice Derrick's eyes popping out of his head and his jaw dropping, huh? And the devious look in his eye when he was paired up with her in Swimming. By the way, thank you so much for pulling us out of that stupid trailer. It sucked. :]

Well, Massie, I'm sorry. I didn't know Derrick was that big of a pervert and an ass. But I guess I have to stay on his good side. :] Well, I'm glad Derrick isn't going to read what I write, phew. :]

Good luck, Masie.

His heart breaking for yours,

Cam Fisher

Oh, God, here came the tears. Massie wiped them away with the back of her hand hurriedly. Oh, she hadn't changed much. She sill believed crying as a sign of weakness. Didn't matter much. It was her first day, perhaps that was why.

Or perhaps the old Massie was waiting to reveal itself in time.

And that thought alone scared her.

A.N. Ugh, that was so short. Sorry, the next chapter will be longer, I swear. If it isn't longer than this one, you have every right to kill me.

Anyways, you liked? [: I'm going to start on the next chapter immediately, but it won't be up until I get a few reviews. [: And it's going to take some time anyways. I'm aiming for around eight pages. :D I love challenges.