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Here's Chapter 4 (:

Chapter 4:

Derrick blinked a few times; unsure of what had just happened. Just a few moments ago, he'd witnessed Massie Block-the girl who was always strong and never cried-crying and telling him that she loved him. But then what did she mean by "I can't do this to you"? Did this mean that she's going back to Paris again? I should go to Paris…he thought, when suddenly, a girl who had silky black hair and bangs swept to the side carelessly walked slowly up to the gazebo, a small smile playing on her lips. Sure, she was pretty, but Block was beautiful. "Is this where Cam Fisher and Claire Lyons are having their reception dinner?" she asked, revealing a low voice. Creepy. "Yeah. Why?" he asked, slightly freaked out by this girl. "I came to give my congrats to Cam…but let's talk about him."

"This was the best night ever," Claire said, giving Cam a quick peck on the lips. The now happily married couple was getting some fresh air outside. "The greatest choice I ever made in my life was marrying y-" Cam Fisher was interrupted, his blue and green eye focusing on two figures. Claire anxiously followed his gaze, and gasped. It was Derrington and…some girl…kissing? The couple shot each other a look, and both hurried forward. "What do you think you're doing?" Claire's angry voice shook with disbelief, while Cam was glaring at Derrington, who hadn't noticed them. "What happened to Massie?" Derrington and the mysterious girl broke apart…who looked oddly familiar. "Remember me?" the girl grinned, smoothing her long dark hair out, while Derrick sat there looking guilty. Cam's mismatched eyes widened in surprise-a visitor from the past.

"I need to fly to Paris as soon as I can. What's the earliest time you can give me?" Massie asked, in a flat, dull voice. She'd come back home and told her disappointed parents that she was going back to Paris. "I'm sorry miss. But right now there are currently no availabl-" Massie had hung up already. "Useless," she muttered, tossing her iPhone. She felt horrible-she had left Derrington back in the gazebo, who had a sad and confused look in his eyes. She recognized that look-it was heartbreak. Shaking her head and trying to convince herself that it was the right thing to do, she got up from her bed, and lifted up the mattress, (hey, no one would ever look there) which had a sparkling diamond ring in the middle of the spring box. She looked at it, turning it from left to right. The proposal had been perfect-there was just one tiny thing. The guy who proposed to her.

"Don't think about him, don't think about him," she murmured. She took a deep breath, and quickly slid the ring onto her fourth finger. "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" she asked herself, smiling with satisfaction, ignoring her heart which was telling her that she'd done the wrong thing. Suddenly, she got an idea. She went over to her LV suitcase, and pulled out a package, which contained most of the Derrington stuff that she'd packed with her. She went through the whole thick package-photos which stung her heart to look at. Tears filled her eyes, and kept on falling on the pictures-almost ruining them. She grabbed her note pad, and a purple pen, and began writing, tears staining the page.

Derrick-

I know that you're probably feeling really confused right now, and even mad at me. I don't blame you. I should've explained myself-but I can't. I know that feels like those are the only words you hear from me nowadays-I can't. But really, I love you too much to hurt you. I know you probably doubt my love for you right now, and I know that the fact that I'm moving back to Paris isn't helpful, but please, please believe me. I'll explain myself to you…in time.

Love, Massie

P.S. Check out the box that I included. It'll make more sense.

And with that, she gathered up all of the Derrington items, not caring how tear soaked they were, and put them neatly in a box, and had it shipped off to the Harrington estate. I hope that'll clear things up.

"Who are you?" Claire demanded, her normally blue eyes looking fiery. "Dalton. Nikki Dalton," the girl smiled, revealing a row of shiny white teeth. Claire gasped, and Cam put his arm around her protectively. "What do you want, Nikki?" Cam asked flatly. Nikki fluttered her long eyelashes innocently, widening her sapphire eyes. "Just stopping by to say my congrats. I did run into your friend here though…" she added. Derrick didn't make eye contact with any of them, instead, preferring to stare at the ground. "I can't believe you," Claire said, almost in disgust. "Good bye Nikki," Cam said coldly. Nikki lowered her eyes, and sighed, almost sadly. "All I ever wanted was someone who'd love me back," she whispered, almost too quiet for all of them to hear. She walked away slowly, her head hanging down.

"Maybe that was a bit too harsh," Claire whispered, looking at the girl who was almost of the sight-Nikki had started running, her hair flying out around her. Cam turned around to face Derrick. "How could you?" he asked. "Think about how Massie feels." "She told me that she loved me," Derrick said dully, pain showing in his brown eyes. "But she told me that she's flying back to Paris tomorrow. And she won't tell me why she can't be with me."

Derrick Harrington hadn't slept all night. He'd been too busy thinking. About why he'd kissed Nikki-well technically she kissed him, but he didn't kiss her back. About how Claire and Cam were both disappointed in him. And mostly…about Massie. The doorbell sounded, and he walked slowly to open the door. A young delivery man appeared, holding a box. "Derrick Harrington?" he asked, holding out the box. "Who's this from?" Derrick asked in confusion. "The delivery man shrugged. "Anonymous sender." The delivery man seemed to suddenly notice Derrick's tired and disheveled appearance for the first time. "What happened to you?" he snickered. Derrick rolled his eyes. "Shut up." He grabbed the box, and slammed the door in the delivery's man face, hurriedly opening the box.

"Derrick…" the letter began.