Heyyy!
I am updating quickly to tell you that I am back from my one month (or something...never was goot at maths!) break of updating is now overrrr
this chapter is for Wingzz for reviewing even though she was busy anddd because she loves Olivia as much as I do!
And I might as well tell you...there is a happy ending! (and theres more of un-airhead Olivia)
BTW i sense only a few chapters left!
Enjoy...! Juicyxxx
Break Free
Derrick lay back on the leather upholstery of Harris Fisher's BMW and sighed in frustration.
He didn't really know what to think about Massie. He didn't like her for cheating on him, but after the kiss, she was still...just Massie.
His Massie.
"What's the matter dude?" Josh turned around from the seat next to Cam's older brother, looking up from under his NYY cap.
"Nuthin'" Derrick mumbled, looking out of the window.
Cam frowned. "You're not still thinking about that bitch are you?"
Plovert frowned. "Jeez Cam have some respect for her, even I didn't think you would stoop down that low."
"Yeah well she was being one to Dylan" Cam fired back.
Kemp and Plovert rolled their eyes and turned back to Derrick.
"Come on D, what is it?" Kemp pressed.
"Guys, it's nothing, I just think I caught something from the dinner my sister cooked yesterday. Tell Coach I won't be at practice. Thanks Harris." Derrick jumped out of the car as Harris pulled over outside the BOCD gate.
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I watch Derrick sling his back-pack over his shoulder and make his way up the stone steps. He looks really worried, he's frowning.
I make sure none of my ex-friends are about and quickly walk up as well. I recognise a familiar phlegm-filled laugh and quickly hide behind a tall basketball dude, as Kristen and Dylan walk up the steps. My jaw drops as I spot Dylan's new 'do. She tosses back her long honey-blond extensions as girls stop her in the doorway to ask for her autograph. Overnight she has become famous from her mom, Merri-Lee Marvil getting a talk-show. I slip in unnoticed and make my way to my locker, hoping to sort my books out before Dylan, who unfortunately is still opposite me, could go to hers.
I pass the drama studio on my way to Social Studies and see Mrs Crawford instructing one of her little apprentices to do something or other, in a production of Macbeth.
I remember when I went to Drama Camp.
I can't imagine myself ever doing something so carefree, so open.
I feel so closed up now.
I just want to break free.
But I can't.
I just...can't.