So here's the first real chapter. I'm kinda-sorta following the Clique books, but I'm also changing things, so don't be surprised if some things are different from the books.
I hope you like the first chapter!
School
The Hallways
Friday June 25th
3:02 pm
Massie's POV
"Gawd, I'm so happy school's finally over." I sighed, walking down the hallway in a line with my girls.
"Summer here we come!" Alicia trilled, throwing her thin arms in the air.
I grinned. Finally, lame 8th grade was over, and the summer of our lives was about to begin. I'd already planned our entire summer out, with the perfect amount of sun, boys, parties, beauty, and most of all, fun. "Oh Massie? You're not leaving without saying goodbye to your favorite boyfriend now are you?" A small smile formed on my lips as I heard my favorite voice in the entire world.
I turned on my heels and put my hands on my hips. "Well it's not my fault that you took ages to say goodbye to all of your little guy friends. I happen to want to get out of this school as fast as I possibly can." He stepped forward and pulled me close in a tight hug. "Derrick! Watch the hair!" I squealed, pushing him away. He laughed and placed a light kiss on my freshly glossed lips.
Alicia stuck out her bottom lip and pouted, "Where's Josh? Doesn't he remember that it's our 2 month anniversary today?" Her eyes were narrowed and angry. "I swear if he forgot, I will-"
Derrick put up the hand that wasn't clutching my waist for her to stop ranting. "Alicia, Josh left as quick as he could so that he could run out and buy you something perfect. He didn't forget, believe me he's been talking about it all day."
Alicia's pout turned up into a small smile. "Oh, okay. It better be good."
"So Massie, I heard you're throwing a hot party next weekend." I turned my head over to Kemp, who was talking to me but grinning excitedly and staring at Kristen. Oh, we totally had to talk more about this whole Kemp and Kristen thing at the sleepover tonight.
"Oh yeah, only the hawtest party of the year." I replied, my gaze flickering back and forth between the goofily grinning Kristen and Kemp. K and K, how cute.
Chris Plovert put his hands awkwardly on his hips and attempted to mimic my signature pout. "And we would be invited, correct?"
Dylan tried unsuccessfully to suppress her giggles. "Ah-bviously."
I smirked and dropped my hands from my hips. "And you should plan on bringing dates unless you want to be left dancing alone all night." I winked at Derrick-I'd stopped calling him Derrington when I started going out with him-and added, "I already know who I'm going with, but you guys should find out soon." I placed a quick kiss on Derrick's lips before turning away and linking arms with my girls and pulling them away. "Let's go, we've got shopping to do and a sleepover to attend tonight."
"As if we don't know, we do this every week." Dylan laughed, pulling her fingers through her long red hair.
I smiled and then turned around confusedly as I realized that Kristen wasn't with us. "Where'd K go?"
"Awh, she's talking to Kemp." Claire cooed, pointing back over to the guys we'd walked away from.
Kristen was standing a little ways away from the group with Kemp, who still had that grin on his face. I watched as Kemp said something to her, wishing I could hear what he was saying. Kristen nodded fervently in return and stood on her tiptoes to give Kemp a kiss on the cheek. My mouth gaped open wide as I watched her half skipping back over to us. That was a very daring move for her, the one we considered the saint next to Kuh-laire.
"What just happened?" I demanded, taking her arm and leading the girls out once again.
Kristen used her front teeth to bite down softly on her lips. "Kemp asked me to go to the party with him. Gawd I swear I could just scream I'm so happy right now!"
I grinned excitedly. I'd been waiting for ages for one of them to make a move. They'd only been getting sappier and sappier looking when they were near each other over the last few weeks. "Awesome. Now we just have two girls left who need dates, since Alicia will ah-bviously be going with Josh." I turned to Claire. "Where's Cam?"
She pushed back her bangs, which were never endingly falling into her face. I couldn't wait until she finally let me have my hairstylist do her hair. "He left early for a doctor's appointment."
"I know you guys aren't officially dating right now, but do you think you'll go with him?" Alicia asked curiously.
Claire shrugged. "I hope so. I'll wait and see if he asks."
"Good." I replied. "Now Dylan, what about you?" I turned to my red-headed friend and tried to decide who she should go with. She'd been boyfriendless for a while now, and I knew she'd been really needing a guy. Her self-esteem was at an all time low, not that anyone knew that besides me.
"I don't know." She muttered, her head down.
I put my arm around her shoulder. "Don't worry; we'll discuss it at the sleepover. There are plenty of guys out there who must be dying to get a shot with you." I raised my eyebrows at the others and they quickly stated their agreement. "See, you'll have a hot date in no time. Let's go."
"Shopping time!" Alicia yelled happily, strutting ahead in her super high black heels. "We need totally hawt outfits for the party."
"Agreed." I stated easily, pushing open the school doors and walking out for the last time. I would never tell anyone this, but I would miss the school. I had a lot of great memories here, most importantly meeting Derrick and becoming his girlfriend. That's not something I could ever forget.
The Block Estate
The Kitchen
Friday June 25th
6:38 pm
Massie's POV
"Massie! Come downstairs!"
I rolled my eyes at my mother's annoying voice. "I'm busy!" I snapped, looking through the pile of new DVDs I'd bought for the sleepover.
"I don't care, get down here right now!" she screamed again, this time sounding angry.
"Fine." I yelled, sighing and dropping the DVDs back onto my floor. I stepped quickly down the stairs and into the kitchen, where my mom and dad were standing, staring at each other. "What is it?" I watched confusedly as my mom turned to me, a mean scowl on her face. I quickly went over the last few weeks in my head, checking to see if I'd done anything wrong lately. I couldn't come up with a thing.
She took a deep breath and put a cold, thin hand on my shoulder. "We have something very important to tell you." I scrunched my eyebrows together. What, were they having a baby? Nah, my mom's too old. So are they getting…oh God. "Your father and I are getting a divorce."
I was swaying on my legs. I thought I might faint. I quickly pulled out a chair by the island and sat down, putting my face in my hands. "Why? You're so happy with each other." I asked, staring at the floor.
"We were. Or so I thought." My mom responded darkly, sending a glare at my father.
"Sweetheart, we're going to try to make this as easy for you as possible." I turned my face up to my father, who was gazing sadly at me, ignoring my mother. "I'm so sorry."
My mom slammed her fist into the island. "Would you like to know why we're getting a divorce, honey?" I nodded slowly, fear creeping up my back. "Your father was screwing another woman, that's why." She screamed, her face turning a scary shade of red.
I stared up at my dad once again. "You were?" I asked, taking in deep breaths. My dad, having an affair? That couldn't be possible.
"I was having an affair, Massie. I fell in love with another woman." he replied, wringing his hands nervously.
"Whatever." My mom snapped. "Massie, we're moving. I'm taking you away to live somewhere much better than here."
It felt like I was falling off a cliff, about to smash and break into a thousand pieces. "No. No, no, no!" I screeched, pulling at my hair with my hands. "I'm not going anywhere. My friends are here, my boyfriend is here…Oh my God, Derrick!" I felt the tears begin to stream down my cheeks, and that awful headache came right with it.
"You have to go, Massie. I'm so sorry." My dad murmured softly.
"You can't do this to me! My life is here!" I cried, feeling a panic attack coming on.
My mom grabbed my face roughly and spat, "It's not my fault. Blame him, not me."
"I hate you both! I'll never go!"