A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews! They made my day, so now here's Chapter 3! Hope you enjoy! :D
And yes…some parts of the story are very mysterious, like Massie…but you'll all see in the end. Oh and I decided to make it a whole story, not just 3 or 4 chapters like I said before. I really like this story. :D
Disclaimer: I don't own the Clique, or the song Love Story.
"I still remember your comebacks," Derrick laughed, and she laughed along as well. They'd been talking the whole morning-Derrick told her about his new team that he'd been playing with for about a year now, Massie told him about Paris, and how the fashion world was like. Neither of them knew what the other was talking about, it didn't really matter to them, as long as they were with each other. Massie blushed-5th time this morning. He still remembers my comebacks…how sweet! She struggled to find something clever to reply to him, but once again found herself in the same position that she was in, in the 7th grade…Derrick Harrington officially drove her crazy, again. But that only meant that she lov-liked him. Like, nawt love. She nervously fiddled with her now empty cup, the few seconds feeling like hours. "Speechless once again in awe of my good looks and overall awesomeness?" Derrick teased, grinning, his brown eyes twinkling. "So modest," Massie said, rolling her eyes, wishing that she'd had a better reply. Why do I always find myself acting like such a loser in front of him?
"So you're not denying that I have good looks and awesomeness?" he asked eagerly, his eyes lighting up hopefully. "I never said that," she said, her amber eyes growing with annoyance, hoping that he wouldn't be able to tell that she was lying. "There you go again, Block. You know you looooveeee me," he chuckled. "Puh-lease." Okay Massie, close up conversation now…she thought desperately. Before she said anything stupid. "Well," she said smiling lightly. "I have to get ready for Claire's wedding now. I'll see you later, there." He stood up at the same time as her. "This was nice. Thanks for coming," he mumbled. "But before you go…" He counted the seconds, and then leaned forward, and pressed his lips against hers. Ehmagawd! She almost found herself smiling into the kiss. I should NOT be doing this…he'll hurt me all over again. "Derrick. Stop," she said firmly, pushing him away. He looked at her with a hurt expression on his face.
"What? We're friends, right?" he smiled playfully. "Friends don't kiss friends," she muttered angrily, her voice shaking at the word kiss. "Block? What's wrong?" he asked worriedly, finally noticing her glowering expression. "Nuh-thing's wrong. Everything's just great. Thanks for the coffee. See you in an hour," she said quickly, grabbing her coat and running out of Starbucks, just like she did the other day at the chapel. He stared after her. What had he done wrong?
Later in the morning…an hour before the wedding:
"Aren't Massie and Derrington just the cutest thing ever?" Kristen giggled, asking the rest of TPC. "Ah-greed," Claire said, her smile growing wider. "Given. Now Mass is finally going to date him," Alicia added brightly. "I know! Massie hasn't been on a date in years," Dylan said, her emerald green eyes filling with concern. Little did they know, Massie had her ear pressed against the door, listening in closely. "Um, what are you doing with your ear pressed to door?" a familiar voice snickered quietly. Massie straightened up immediately, and whirled around to face…Layne Abeley? "None of your business," Massie snapped at her. Layne was wearing a ridiculous pair of knee high socks and knee high fake Converse, along with a neon green romper. "Sorry," she sighed. About your hideous outfit, she thought, gagging silently. Layne stared at her suspiciously. "Whatever," Layne decided, and opened the door to the dressing room.
"Layne!" Claire's delighted voice cried out. "What are you wearing?" Alicia's disgusted voice added. "Ehmagawd, Layne!" Kristen giggled. "It's an eyesore," Dylan groaned, dramatically putting her hands over her eyes. "Nice to you see you guys too," Layne said, rolling her eyes. Massie silently stepped into the small dressing room, hoping that they wouldn't be able to tell that something was wrong with her. "Oh hey Mass!" Claire smiled, giving Massie a quick hug. "I'm done hair and make up. I should go do the photographs soon…" "Okay then, Mrs. Fisher," Alicia laughed. "Shut up, Mrs. Hotz," joked Claire. "And I'm nawt Mrs. Fisher…nawt yet." "Are you nervous?" Dylan asked, frowning at her reflection, grabbing a Bobbi Brown shimmer brick blush, and dabbing some on her cheeks.
"Oh, just a bit. But you know-" "Hey, let's talk about Massie and Derrington now," Kristen suggested, a smile appearing on her lips. Kristen winked at Claire, who nodded knowingly. "Booooringgggg," Layne said, drawing out the word. "I'm gonna go see if there are any cute guys here yet," she snickered, getting up and walking out of the dressing room. "Not in that outfit she won't," Dylan giggled, under her breath. "Point! So Mass, tell us about him." "What is there to tell?" Massie asked, in a shaky voice. "Did you talk to him lately?" Alicia pressed, always desperate to hear about everyone's lives. "I met him for coffee this morning," Massie replied emotionlessly. Everyone gasped at the same time. "What happened?" Kristen asked, eyes growing wide. "He kissed me at the end." Her amber eyes glowered when she said this. Everyone gasped in unison again. If this situation wasn't so serious, Massie might've laughed at everyone's reactions.
"Wait. Hold awn. He kissed you. But did you kiss him back?" Alicia asked, nervously twirling her dark raven locks, anxious for an answer. No wonder she got a job as a Hollywood gossip reporter. She was ah-bviously made for it. "No. I ran away quickly after that," Massie said almost in a whisper, remembering how confused and upset Derrington looked. "Why?" Dylan asked, nibbling on her lip. Massie could feel her head hanging in shame, and tears threatening to fall out. But if it was unacceptable in the 7th grade to cry in front of her friends, it was unacceptable now. So she held them back, but told them the plain and simple truth…well…half of it anyways. "I don't want to get hurt again."
"And then…I kissed her," Derrick admitted, and Cam Fisher's blue and green eye widened in surprise, and so did Josh's, his eyes beaming excitedly at the news. "Too soon for that?" Derrick guessed. "Maybe she's just not that into you," Josh chuckled. Derrick Harrington softly punched him in the arm. "I'm serious, man. I'm crazy about her, but I don't think she feels the same way." "I think you broke her heart," Cam said softly. Derrick crinkled his blonde eyebrows together. "Huh?" "I think you broke her heart. When you called her immature in the 7th grade, and then went out with Dylan, her best friend in the 8th grade," Cam explained louder. Realization hit Derrick. "I've messed up bad. Real bad," he muttered, wishing he could turn back time. "You gotta fix things. Tell her you love her," Josh suggested. "She won't believe me. It's not enough. If she freaks out when I kiss her, what will she do when I tell her I love her?" Derrick asked his voice thick with desperation. "I need to do something that'll win her back."
"You may now kiss the bride," the deep and gravelly voice of the priest said. Thunderous claps and awww's sounded off the walls of the chapel. Cam and Claire both smiled and waved to their friends in the crowd-both of their families were crying with happiness. "I can't believe it. Kuh-laire… married," Massie declared. Throughout the whole ceremony, she stood loyally beside Claire, and refused to make eye contact with Derrington, who had been trying to catch her eye during the whole ceremony. "Who do you think will be next?" Dylan asked, raising her eyebrows. "I think it'll be Mass," Alicia guessed, shooting looks at Massie and Derrington. Massie could feel her heart beating faster. Ehmagawd, did they know? No, of course not.
"Don't be ridiculous." "I'm serious, Mass! I think it'll be you. Unless Layne is getting married…all of us are married already." "There's nuh-thing wrong with being single. I heart it," Massie lied, faking a smile. "I feel so free." The rest of the girls exchanged doubtful looks, but decided to trust their alpha anyways. There was no way that she'd lie to them…right?
"Ehmagawd, the food here is heavenly. I am so hiring the chefs that work here to work for me at home," Dylan said dreamily, already digging into the food. "Well, it's nice to see you eating, Dyl. I think it's great," Kristen said supportively, smiling. Dylan smirked at Alicia. "Is it acceptable now to eat in front of Plovert and the guys, now that I'm married?" Alicia's cheeks flushed. "Opposite of fair. I was in 7th grade, what did I know?" she asked. "Plus, Plovert and Kemp thought that you were Shrek from all that burping," Alicia added as an after thought, teasing Dylan. "Well, Plovert ah-bviously doesn't think that now. Do you, dear?" "Of course not. I happen to think that you're great the way you are." Massie secretly gagged inside. Why was she sitting at the couples table again?
"Let's get some slow dancing started out there," the MC said into the microphone. Taylor Swift's Love Story started up, and soon Massie found herself sitting alone at the table, watching wistfully from the side. I see you make your way through the crowd and say hello. Little did I know… Taylor's voice sang out through the speakers. A very familiar face appeared in front of Massie. "Um. Hey," Derrick said, running a hand through his hair. "Hi," she said stiffly. "Will you dance with me?" he asked, his puppy dog eyes begging. She sighed. She just couldn't resist him, could she? "Fine." He smiled, gently taking her hand, and leading her out to the dance floor.
Romeo take me somewhere, we can be alone.
I'll be waiting; all there's left to do is run.
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess,
It's a love story, baby, just say yes.
"You're a great dancer," Massie murmured, wondering if he had learned to dance…with another girl? Probably, she sighed silently, wishing that it could've been her. It could've been you… "Shut up and leave me alone," she thought to the voice. Yup. Derrick Harrington was messing with her mind too. Just what she wanted. Great. "You're not so bad yourself Block." "You look beautiful tonight," he added. "The prettiest girl here." He doesn't love me. He said that I was the cutest girl in the 7th grade…and look where that got me. Her shoulders slumped slightly. The song ended before they knew it, and a catchy, faster dance song started up. "I think I need some air," she lied. "Be right back." She hurried outside as fast as she could in her heels-she needed time to think.
"Block?" He found her sitting outside in a gazebo, looking depressed, watching the dark night sky. "What did I do wrong?" he asked her. Why did she keep walking away from him? She didn't reply, and continued staring up at the empty sky. He took a deep breath, and slid in next to her. "Massie," he said her first name. She looked up suddenly, staring into his eyes, her amber ones stunning him for a moment. "I love you," he said quietly, despite what he'd thought before. She needed to know. Her mouth fell open slightly. "You're the only one I've ever liked. The first time when I saw you was on the first day of school-I saw you walking with 3 other girls towards OCD-but I didn't notice them. I thought that you were so pretty-with your shiny brown hair, and the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen in my eyes." He stopped for a moment to peek at her. She was still in shock. "When I finally had you, I was the happiest guy in the world. When we had our first kiss I was even in more love with you. I didn't know it at that time…but I loved you. And I'm really sorry. About calling you immature…I was just…jealous of Chris Abeley. I'm sorry for going out with Dylan. But…I love you. Always have, always will. Even if that sounds cliché," he added, hoping humor would make her smile.
"It's not your fault," Massie said softly, her eyes slowly filling up with tears, making him want to reach out and ask her what was wrong. "Thank you. And I forgive you. I forgave you a long time ago…even if my heart isn't accepting it. What you said was really sweet…" she trailed off, looking heartbroken. He started to lean in towards her…but she pulled away, getting up. "And that's why I can't do this. I'm really sorry Derrick," she whispered, a tear finally falling out of her eye. "Tell Claire and Cam that I'm sorry I had to leave early. I have a flight to catch tomorrow. I'm so sorry, Derrick. But I can't do this to you," she said, more tears falling down her cheeks. "Do what to me?" he asked, confused. "I'm sorry. I can't do this to you because… I love you" she quietly said, but he heard it. Raindrops began falling from the sky, and thunder echoed over head. Massie quickly ran away, hailing a cab, leaving behind a confused and lovesick Derrick Harrington.