I gave the characters new AIM screen names. (: Just 'cause I'm cool like that. xD And in case you didn't figure it out, 'rehsifmac' is Cam Fisher backwards.

Cam was a loser. He wouldn't even deny it, because he was. He hung out with what was considered one of the coolest groups in BOCD High, but he felt like a loser inside. Why? He had no best friend, since Massie left. In fact, he didn't even have friends. No real friends, anyways. His girlfriend? Claire? Are you kidding me? It didn't even feel like they were a real couple. He liked dating Massie better.

Cam Fisher had also always been a huge fan of Massie Block's.

Eventually, the admiration turned into puppy love, and then real love. Oh, you couldn't convince Cam that his feelings for Massie weren't love. What else could explain the butterflies? What else could explain the way his insides turned to mush whenever she was around? What else explained the comfort he felt around her, the warm, steady assurance whenever she was there? Assurance of what, he didn't know, but he knew there was some assurance.

But nobody was supposed to know about that. But he missed her all the time. That was why he was looking over their past conversations, in the Logs. Every conversation he ever had on AIM saved automatically, thanks to the Settings.

massiesays: hello (:
rehsifmac: hey princess (:
massiesays: i'm your princess now?
rehsifmac: you always were.
massiesays: awww, ily.
rehsifmac: say the whole thing out. ily just kills it.
massiesays: no, it's embarrassing.
rehsifmac: come on. for me?
massiesays: not even for you. (:
rehsifmac: ...
massiesays: i love you.
rehsifmac: you're a bitch.
massiesays: i know, right?
rehsifmac: you know, you're not helping.
massiesays: huhh?
rehsifmac: i had a horrible day..
rehsifmac: can't you tell?
massiesays: what happened?
rehsifmac: my parents are arguing.
rehsifmac: my brother's been getting drunk all the time.
rehsifmac: and i feel so guilty with claire.
massiesays: well...
massiesays: my fish died.
rehsifmac: LOL, really?
massiesays: yeah. ):
rehsifmac: poor bloaty.
rehsifmac: what freak names their fish bloaty?
massiesays: you know those fishies that just blow up and become like, a circle?!
rehsifmac: yeah, what about them?
massiesays: bloatie was one of them. (:
rehsifmac: i don't get it.
massiesays: of course you don't, you're a guy.
rehsifmac: pft.
rehsifmac: i gotta go, bye. (:
massiesays: alrighty, byee. (:
rehsifmac: oh, by the way.
massiesays: yes?
rehsifmac: i love you too. (:
massiesays: REALLY?!
rehsifmac signed off at 6:39pm

Cam always smiled when he read those kinds of conversations. Massie always acted so surprised when he told her he loved her, how deeply he had honestly cared for her. Why, though? It had always bugged him a little. Who wouldn't love Massie? She was gorgeous, and she was such a great person under her tough exterior. She was the best. She was his other half, as he liked to call her.

Why did they keep their relationship a secret? That question had always haunted Cam, too. Maybe because Derrick was crazy about Massie, and Claire adored him. But was Massie ashamed to be his girlfriend? Ashamed to date anyone less than the Derrick Harrington, the 'It' guy even back then? He had always been the captain of the soccer team, he had always gotten every girl he wanted, and everyone adored him. Maybe Massie thought Derrick Harrington was the guy someone of her standard should be dating. After all, both were beautiful. Both were at the top. Both had 'it.' Both were rich, richer than Cam could even dream to be. They both had style, and they were both loved by everyone.

And who was he? Always second best. Always so close to being the best, but he just couldn't be Derrick. Maybe that was his flaw. Maybe that's why he never broke up with Claire, even though he knew that he loved Massie. She accepted him for who he was, even if he was second best. She accepted him, even if he wasn't the best with girls, even if he stumbled over words and made so many mistakes. She had thought it was cute.

So had Massie.

Nonono, he couldn't think about this. It was the first day of school, the first day of everything new. He couldn't think about Massie. Partly because he didn't want to, partly because he couldn't, and partly because of this stupid teacher droning on and on about nothing in particular. Why couldn't they all just shut up? Was he the only smart one around here? He knew he had brains, something Derrick didn't have, and he took the chance to rub that in whenever he could.

It was his own personal revenge towards Derrick for stealing his girl. His. His, his, his!

Cam took a deep breath. He could feel the sweat on his forehead. He needed to relax.

All he had to do was think about Massie's smile.

This is super short, sorry. D: But there wasn't much to write…

Oh well, no excuses. (: Feel free to yell at me for taking too long.