Octavian Country Day School

Front Lawn

Wednsday, October 24th

3:30 pm

"Massie's party is gonna be hot," Derrick said as him and his friends crossed the street that divided Briarwood from OCD.

"Like Dylan," Plovert blurted.

"Wait a second, I thought you didn't like her," Cam said.

"I don't," Plovert stated. "She's just has a super-hot body. Did she go on a diet or something?"

"I dunno, but you guys better not embarrass me at he party. Got it?"

"Done."

Us embarrass you? Kemp thought. Coming from the guy that shakes his ass every time he makes a goal in soccer.

"So... Cam. You and Massie?" Derrick said.

"What?"

"You like her don't you," Derrick said.

"Wait, what? No I don't," Cam protested.

"Then why were you flirting with her?" Derrick said as everyone sat in one of the stone tables in the veranda.

"I wasn't flirting. I was helping," Cam laughed and rolled his blue and green eyes.

There was a dead silence afterwards.

"So what is everyone gonna be for Halloween?" Derrick said to no one in particular.

"Soccer player," Kemp said.

"Me too," said Plovert.

"We should all be," Cam said.

"Not me. You all can be but I'm going with something different," Derrick thought.

"Hey, I got an idea," Plovert said, overly enthusiastically.

"What?" Derrick said obviously not giving a crap.

"Remember when you lost that one bet which made you wear shorts for the entire year," Plovert stated before Kemp and Cam started laughing.

"How couldn't I?" Derrick looked down at his shorts.

"Well I have another bet that could get you're pants privilege back," Plovert said.

"Explain?" Derrick said lifting a thick, dark blond eyebrow.

"Okay, dude," Plovert glanced over at Cam, "I bet Massie likes Cam more than you."

"What?" Cam and Derrick said in unison.

"That's dumb. Its obvious she likes me," Derrick said.

"Okay, we'll find out. Tonight, when you two IM her," Plovert said. "And if she likes Cam more you have to go to Massie's party as a... dirtbag."

"Ha!" Kemp exclaimed.

"And if I win, I get to wear long pants again," Derrick said, "And you'll have to go to the party as a dirtbag."

"Deal," Plovert put out his hand to shake. Derrick reached out to shake it.

"Ah-hum," Plovert swept his hand trough his wavy chestnut brown hair.

"Wow dude, thanks for bringing back to the fourth grade," Derrick mumbled loud enough for everyone to hear, but Cam was the only one laughing.

"I'm trying to help you," Plovert elbowed Cam.

"My bad," Cam mouthed. "Oh look, there's Harris." He said as his brother's vehical approched there side of school building.

"Lets go," Derrick said, grabbing his brown and black John Varvatos messager bag along with him.

The Fisher Home

Wednsday, October 24

4:00 pm

"Hello boys," Cam's mother said as him, his friends, and Harris entered the Fisher's all white, average sized kitchen. Like his friends, his family lived in a mansion. But unlike them, his house was about half the size as their's and didn't look like a model home.

"Hi," they all said.

"Hey, I gotta go. Lacrosse practice," Harris said.

"Bye," His mom said.

"Room," Derrick said to Cam, walking over to the stairs that led to the second story.

"Your home is really small," Kemp said to Cam.

"I know," Cam rolled his eyes as if he couldn't agree more.

"But I thought you said your new home was huge," Plovert said. In reality, Cam thought it was huge. Compared to his old home it was. But he would never admit that to them.

"Uh... here's my room," Cam said.

"Wow, it's not as hideous as I thought it would be," Derrick said, throwing John Varvatos messenger bag on the bed.

"Whatever, dude."

"Computer?" Plovert said looking around the green and blue color scheme bedroom.

"Oh," Cam got on his knees and grabbed his navy blue Mac from under his bed. He sat the computer on his green and blue, Portery Barn computer desk

"Derrick, log in to your AIM account," Plovert commanded after Cam turned on the computer.

"Okay..." Derrick said plopping down onto the green computer chair and logged on. Derrick would've told him off for telling him what to do, but he decided against it considering the fact that he would show Chris up when he we won the bet.

"Great, Massie's on," Plovert stated, "Now talk to her for exactly three minutes. When the three minutes are up, Cam logs on and talks to Mass for three minutes."

"You know, Chris. I'm getting a little sick of you pretending like you're in charged," Derrick snapped. Kemp could not agree more.

"In the end," Chris said, ignoring him, "We, as in me and Hurley, will judge."

A/N: I swear on a stack of Clique novels, the next one will be much better.

P.S- Reviews would definitely help me update faster!