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This chapter isn't the best, but hey, it's something! [:

Derrick Harrington. He was the Derrick Harrington. Captain of the soccer team. The guy every girl wanted, even a few guys. He has everything anyone would want: money, popularity, girls, and good grades. Now, Derrick isn't the smartest guy around. In fact, he's one of the stupidest. But a sweet smile for his female teachers or a threat/bribe to the male teachers, and he gets an A+. Perfect plan, no? He could do anything he wanted to. He could rob a bank and never be suspected as the thief.

Oh, yes, Derrick Harrington knew how to act.

But he wasn't sure how to respond to the sudden sight of Massie Block. She had fainted only seconds after he had called her name. Was he that gorgeous? Or was it because she still felt the pain of his rejection? He had been told by Cam that she knew why Derrick had broken up with her. The guilt had overwhelmed him. Suffocated him. It had been bad enough to force – yes, force – Derrick to break up with Olivia a week after the two had gotten together. However, the two were unable to keep their hands off of each other, and their on and off relationship was still going 'strong.'

But as Derrick stood in the goal, automatically catching the soccer balls that came his way, his thoughts wandered towards the beautiful young woman. This was becoming much too easy for him. It had once been a challenge. Now it was just a time-filler. How pitiful.

She had changed. She wasn't as fierce as she used to be. His old tiger was now a pussycat. And that fact alone was enough to bring him to her again. He had always loved the feminine, weak girls. They made him feel strong, though they did get needy after awhile. But he couldn't imagine Massie Block being needy. It was like imagining people having sex in a church, a prostitute claiming to be a virgin after five years of working, or the sky being a sickly pale green.

But then, Massie Block without ferocity was like a church with no Bibles, a pencil with no lead, a keyboard with no keys; it was simply impossible. But somehow, Massie had turned her whole personality around in two measly years. Outstanding.

But Massie had always been known to defy everything he believed to be impossible. She was amazing. She had brains. Beauty. And over the years, her body had matured, and the look in her eyes was that of a wise woman, not the carefree Massie Block he had once known.

He was absolutely amazed by the transformation. She was all too alluring for her own good.

"Harrington, heads up!"

His coach's voice suddenly rang loud and clear, and the second Derrick raised his head to show off a confused expression, a soccer ball hit him – smack – in the face.

"Ow, what the hell, Massie!?"

"D, it's Kemp. Not Massie."

Only moments after Cam had left the nurse's office had Massie been called to the young woman's place of work herself. Nurse Watson was a slender lady, with a head full of blonde ringlets, bright brown eyes, and curves that showed even through the drab white uniform she was forced to wear each day. And though Nurse Watson pretended to love the uniform, Massie could tell; she hated it. The way she was constantly smoothing down the skirt with her palms, pulling at the sleeves; body language can tell you a lot.

"Massie Block? What's wrong, dear??" Her voice was weary, as if exhausted and weighed down with the troubles this job gave her. What had she seen? What had this occupation done to her? Massie could bet two cents that her profession as a student gave her much more predicament than being a nurse gave Watson.

Massie managed a sad smile up at Nurse Watson.

"A lot of things. But don't worry, I'll be okay."

And with that said, she got up and left.

Nurse plopped down into her chair, leaning her head back and shutting her eyes. BOCD High was full of secrets. Everyone knew that, even the staff members, for they were part of many secrets as well. Nurse had fought and fought to keep her way out of them as soon as she had arrived. But Cam Fisher's arrival had changed that all. He had spilled it out to her as if she was his guidance counselor.

"Why are you telling me this? Why not tell Counselor Joanna or your mom or your brother or something?"

Cam smiled at her fondly.

"Because I trust you more than any of them."

"But… but why? We barely know each other."

"But for some reason, I'm comfortable around you."

And that was how she had come to know Cam's feelings towards Massie. It touched her heart so tenderly, though she had become skilled at hiding her emotions now. But what of Massie? From the way Massie looked at him, her respect could be easily mistaken for affection by Cam Fisher. Not by a female, perhaps, but a male may be easily deceived. And though Nurse couldn't particularly see Cam making that assumption with just one look, she was almost 100% sure that Massie thought of Cam as a close friend, and would treat him differently than the rest, causing Cam to deem she had grown to return his feelings.

No, Massie had to fall for Cam. She would make sure of that.

Nurse slumped down in her chair, defeated and exhausted.

She had fallen into BOCD High's river of secrets, and was fighting against the current. It was tightening her muscles already.

Massie placed the tip of her right index finger on the side of her chin and stretched her hand to the left, tucking it underneath her chin. Where's Room 15? She couldn't seem to find it. Hm. She mumbled softly to herself as she wandered aimlessly through the gray halls. Every inch looked exactly the same! The numbers seemed to be placed at random! It was beyond frustrating!

She paused momentarily before resuming her casual pace. Was the arrangement of classrooms more maddening than the current situation at hand? They must have changed the whole school over the years she had been gone. Everything truly was different from her visit there, when she had been in eighth grade.

But that was before. She had been young. She had been wild. She had felt free, so very free. A little too free, perhaps, but free all the same. Massie would be the first to admit she had been a child, reckless, impatient, and madly spoiled. She had met so many of those in Los Angeles. She had learned to hate them quickly, and was now disgusted and a little saddened by her past behavior. Could she really have been so evil? Tearing her friends apart, their relationships, and everything else to crush them so they would not rise above Massie; it made her want to cry.

And with this Derrick crisis at hand, everything seemed a little more problematical, a little more difficult to solve. It would take time and energy to make peace with everyone, too much, in Massie's opinion. She would rather devote all that to getting over the guy and finding another man. She hated to admit it, and she probably never would to anyone but herself, but Massie was still head over heels. He had gotten handsomer over the years, and his voice still brought shivers down her spine, in fear, anticipation, and the rush of first love.

First love. He was hers. Was she his?

Probably not.

The tears sprang to her eyes once more. Screw it all, Massie just had to get to the bathroom and cry it all out.

The teacher that came out of the room directly behind her didn't see the girl running towards the bathroom as if Death itself was running after her. Instead, she saw an empty hall, void of her absent student. She scratched her chin in confusion. "Where's Massie Block? She was supposed to have arrived three minutes ago..."

I love tormenting Massie. Oh, geesh, that sounds mean.

I gave Nurse a role in this story. It just came to me. ^__^ & It's an interesting concept, isn't it, to have an adult figure in the plot.

Next chapter, trailer:

"Hey, guys, she's back. Massie Block is back," Dylan said calmly, sliding into her seat and running manicured fingers through her hair.

Alicia and Claire's heads shot up from whatever they were doing, eyes wide in shock. While Alicia's expression showed only shock with a subtle hint of anger in her eyes, Claire's seemed to beam in pleasure and pride, as if she had known Massie would return one day. Perhaps she had, she would never say anything concerning Massie in such a loving tone ever again.

Of course they would be the first ones to act, they were closest to Massie. Claire and Massie, being roommates and acting as if they were sisters. Alicia and Massie, however, went farther back. They had gone through trials, they had failed and triumphed together, and they had always been there for each other, no matter how many fights they had gotten into.

That made the wound to the heart so much worse.

A slow, mischievous smirk found its way to Alicia's face, and her large eyes sparkled with anticipation. Of what? Of hugging Massie, or to ruin her and crush her as effectively as Massie had done to her multiple times? Her semi-evil-looking face suddenly fell to a somber, grave one, and she lowered her head as if she had received news of her wealthy father's death.

"Why did she have to leave in the first place?" She said mournfully. The other girls glanced at each other for a brief moment before returning their eyes to Alicia. Nobody but them saw the relief in their eyes. Alicia was over Massie's departure! No more quarreling, hallelujah! Alicia, as beta, had automatically taken the alpha spot before anyone else could. She had been waiting for that moment long enough.

However, the girls' relief soon melted to dread as Alicia raised her head to reveal her famous grin, the one that indicated utter chaos.

"Shall we throw her a welcoming party, girls?"

Oh, man, this is turning into Gossip Girl. Bahaha, oh well! [:

Ah, is another disclaimer needed?

Pftt. Again? Just check the other chapters, man.