A/n: Disclaiming that I own nothing of the Clique nor the characters.

So it's been awhile since I've updated this story, but as of recently I have come to the conclusion that I really want to finish this story. Not because I owe it to all of you which is one of my reasons, but it is more because the book, "Hate List" struck a chord with me and I owe it to myself to finish this story. I also want to mention that even though on my profile it does mention that I am leaving after my stories are all finished including this one, it doesn't mean I am going to rush through them. In fact, I am going to take my sweet time finish every last one, I owe it Fanfiction. Fanfiction has been amazing to me these past three years, and I thank each of you for making it an incredible experience.

xoxo,

Haley.

P.S. it's 1:30 in the morning and I'm contemplating if I should write the next chapter for this right now even though I have to be up at 8am to go to work. Yeah, Fanfiction takes priority over sleeping:)

The rest of the school day went fairly well, and before I knew it the final bell had rung releasing all of us to roam freely outside of school. It felt great stepping outside in the Autumn crisp air, and climbing into the familiar black Range Rover waiting for me outside the school steps. It almost felt as if everything was back to normal.

"Massie, I was wondering if you wanted to come to my sleepover on Friday?" Alicia Rivera asked as she caught up to me while I was near inches away from getting out of here.

"I'll only go if my friend, Claire can come with me." I said wisely, because if she is up to any funny business it is better to have a friend with me than to be helpless alone.

"That's cool. I'll give send you my address on Facebook, and more of the details as well, okay?" Alicia asked and I nodded my head understanding. Her ride was right parked behind Isaac, and her goons of friends were millimeters away from us. "I'll see you around."

"Bye Alicia, and thanks." I said before I stepped into the Range Rover and left.

I don't know why I had felt obligated enough to thank Alicia Rivera, but for some reason it felt like the right thing to do. If Alicia is being honest with wanting to be my friend, then this could be a start of a brand new life far away from my haunted past.

The only problem with this dream is that Alicia's friends don't like me, well actually I'll go to the extreme and say that they indeed hate me. Dylan Marvil, the gorgeous redhead with green eyes is the daughter of the infamous Merri-Lee Marvil who has her own talk show called, The Daily Grind. Dylan and I never got along, because well when we were younger, I kind of stole her best friend away from her. Which brings us to Kristen Gregory, the dirty blond with aqua eyes and a killer attitude. Kristen and I used to be best friends before she became popular and left me for Alicia. We even played soccer for years with one another, before I hung up my cleats and quit for good.

I just don't see how going to this sleepover is going to do me any good, but what else do I have to lose? I have already lost my own friends except Claire, no guys want to date me, my father hates me, and my mother well she is afraid of me. My life is in shambles, but no one seems willing to help rebuild it.

"How was school?" My mom asked as soon as I walked into the house after Isaac had dropped me off. I should have known she would be greeting me at the door, because ever since the "incident" she has been monitoring me.

"Okay, I guess. I made some new friends so that's good." I told her the truth, well the half-truth as I dropped my backpack to the ground.

"What are their names?"

"Alicia Rivera and Claire Lyons, but maybe by Friday I could add Dylan Marvil, and Kristen Gregory," I said happy that I at least had two friends and if she let's me go to the sleepover then I might have two more to add to my pathetic list. "That is if you let me go to Alicia's sleepover on Friday."

"Of course you can go honey. I am just so happy that you are making great choices in friends," My mother said sweetly, and I began to march up the stairs to escape into my bedroom. "Don't forget the Fisher's and the Harrington's will be dining with us this evening."

Shit, I forgot all about tonight's dinner. My father in an attempt to prove to his colleagues, that I am innocent is inviting them over to join us for dinner where I will be the main course for the meal tonight. I should have remembered so I could have weaseled my way out of it, like by hanging out with Claire instead. I make it my way to my bedroom door, and I quickly rush into my room and shut the door. I search around my pink and grey room to find my soccer shorts, my white and black soccer camp t-shirt, and my purple cleats, because I need to escape my reality. I quickly find all what I need, and grab my beat up old black and white soccer ball that is covered in dirt and head back down the stairs.

Immediately, I run to the backyard that has a full size soccer field and began to kick the ball angrily into the net. My dad, had built the soccer field for me when I was only four years old, because I had convinced him that I would become a pro-soccer player when I was older. Those were the days when my dad was actually my dad but now he is just my father, because he stopped loving me. I am a disappointment to him.

"Wow, I seriously forgot that you know how to play." I heard a voice shout from across the opposite side of the field. I turned to see none other than Cameron Fisher, standing directly across from me.

He is dressed nicely in a pair of jeans, and a white button down shirt with his jet black hair spiked up in the front. His one green and one blue eyes were focused on me of all people. Cam, is one of the most popular guys in school, but he used to also be my best friend.

"I didn't know that I had an audience," I said as I dribbled the muddy soccer ball towards him. He had stayed in the same spot as I continued to meet him from across the field. "If I do remember correctly, I also had beat you the last time we played."

"We we're ten and highly doubt that you can beat me now, Block." Cam said with a wide grin on his face.

It felt good that he had called me by my nick-name that only him and Derrick were allowed to use. Before, I cut myself out of the social life of Westchester and became a loser, I was friends with all the people that had ended up on the "Hate List". I don't know, how life got out of control so fast, but it did and I before I could try to stop it, the damage was already done.

"Is that a challenge, Fisher?" I asked intently as I greeted him finally.

"It's always a challenge with you, isn't it Block?" Cam asked before he engulfed me in a hug, and it took all the strength in me not to break down and cry.

"I've missed you." I said as my voice wavered, because it didn't really hit me until now of how much I truly missed having him in my life.

My life was so much better, before he, came in and ruined everything. I was happy, and I was popular but then it was gone in a blink of an eye.

"I know. I've missed you too."

"I really don't want to go in there, and have dinner with them. They think that I'm guilty," I cried into his arms as he stayed their holding me in his grasp. As much as I want to be brave and prove them all wrong, I don't have the strength to face them. They lost their daughter, and it was because of my boyfriend. "They hate me, and he hates me too. My own father hates me, but the sad part is, I hate myself."

"Massie, don't say that. You are not a murder, you are the hero," Cam said trying to calm me down, but I only cried harder. I wish everyone would stop calling me a hero, because I don't feel like much of a hero when I think of how many people lost their lives. "We don't have to in there if you don't want to. We can stay here and play soccer, if that is what you want, okay?"

I nodded my head yes, because my voice had failed me.

Cam, hadn't let go of me yet, because I still had a few tears left to be shed. He was always a great friend, because no matter what happened, he was always there for you. After everything, I can still call him one of my true friends. However guys, do tend to not hold grudges like girls do so that may also help.

"He's not coming, is he?" I asked although I had an inkling of what the answer may be. I released my grip on Cam, and stepped back so I was looking at him, face to face. I wanted to know if he would tell the truth, or if he would try to lie to protect me.

"No, he's not coming."

"I kind of figured, he wouldn't."

"Come on, let's stop the chitchat and play!" Cam said as he had taken the soccer ball out of my grasp and began dribbling it down the field.

"Hey, that wasn't fair, cheater!" I shouted as I ran after him trying to defend the goal, he was about to get.

We played for two hours, before his mom had come out and called him to come home with them. It felt good, playing soccer again, but it felt even better hanging out with Cam and not have one awkward moment between us. It was as if nothing had changed, because we pretended that nothing had changed with our friendship.

My father was not pleased by my absence at dinner since I was the honoree of the evening, but when the Fisher's had called later that night rambling on and on about how great it was watching Cam, and I play soccer with one another again; my punishment was reduce, but I was still in trouble because I didn't acknowledge the Harrington's when they were at our house.

My mother, on the other hand was pleased to see her daughter playing soccer again, because it meant that a part of the old me was still living in the new me. Now, if only I can somehow keep climbing this upward hill, then maybe my life will get better.

One step at a time.

Review it maybe? Ohmygosh I absolutely loved writing a little Cassie in this chapter it made me melt on the inside. I've always thought Cam would be an awesome best friend, because he is that kind of guy. Okay my foot is falling asleep now, so I probably should hit the hay. Don't forget to give me feedback, please?:) Love ya!