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I decided that doing that whole lyrics thing before the chapter was a waste of words. No one ever reads that anyways, right?

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chapter five

when it rains, it pours

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Massie pulled up to the Westchester Police Station in her new silver BMW, courtesy of Mr. William Block, mentally rolling her eyes. Why, of all the people, did Derrick ask her to come pick him up from, of all places, the police station? The kid sure knew how to make impressions.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a mop of blond hair slowly making its way towards her, clumsily trying to avoid the water droplets falling from the sky.

Indeed, it was raining. Harder even, now that her car was at a standstill it seemed.

She rolled down the window on the passenger's side, as Derrick's face brightened when he recognized that she actually had come to pick him up. Massie pretended to be really interested in the buttons on her XM radio, while Derrick opened the door and climbed into the passenger seat.

"Hey, thanks for coming to get me," he started, putting a hand on her knee.

Massie jumped at the gesture, her eyes widening. His hand sent tingles up and down her leg. But it's not like he meant anything by it, right? She took a deep breath, recollecting herself.

The car started and she replied nonchalantly, "If my seats are ruined because of you, I'm gonna be pissed."

"Alright, alright," he said, raising his hands in surrender. "I can tell that you're a bit… mad at me."

"You think so?" Massie questioned, not trying to hide the apparent sarcasm in her voice.

"I just don't get… why." Derrick sighed in exasperation.

"My God, Derrick," Massie said, fighting the urge to yell in his face. "I've known you for less then a week, and you ask me to pick you up from the police station, because of God knows what…" She took a deep breath, smiling a little. "You sure know how to make an impression."

"I'm Derrick Harrington." He grinned, his chocolate brown eyes shining at her.

"Gum?" he offered, extending his palm out to her.

Massie smiled. "What kind?"

"Five. Cobalt."

She wordlessly reached for a piece, that same electricity surging through her when her hand touched his. But this time, without a reaction, she popped the bright blue stick in her perfectly shaped mouth.

"It's the best stuff," he agreed.

"Yeah," Massie murmured, focusing in on the road.

He turned to her. "You never asked me what I did."

"I kindof don't want to know," she admitted.

"I think you should want to know," Derrick said quietly, looking down at his feet. "Besides, you're the one who wanted to know more about me."

"I want nothing to do with your crime life, Harrington."

"Suit yourself, Block."

Massie smiled. She liked the way he called her by her last name. It was… refresthing. There was something about it that made it seem like she was exclusively his. But she wasn't. Claire was.

The silence hung between them as Massie continued to drive down the interstate to get back to the suburban part of Westchester. The rain continued to pour harshly onto her windshield. Desperate to get rid of the silence, she turned on her windshield wipers.

"Move over," Derrick said, scooting over to Massie's seat, where she was driving. She swerved into the next lane to her left, which sent angry honks towards their way like an explosion of fireworks.

"Are you kidding me?!" She screeched. "I'm gonna pull over!"

"No! Just let me take the wheel—"

"Absolutely not! I'm pulling over!" Massie glared at him as her car continued to swerve in sync with her and Derrick's power struggle for the wheel.

In one swift motion, Derrick hopped on her lap, taking full control of the wheel.

"Oh my God," Massie groaned, sending daggers into Derrick's back. "This is so be-yond illegal!"

"So move over," Derrick said calmly.

Massie managed to squirm out of her posistion under his butt and rolled into the passenger's side. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. "You're ridiculous."

"Live a little, Blockhead," Derrick jabbed, his puppy dog eyes playfully looking over at her. He reached to the radio and cranked up the volume, letting Britney Spears' Circus blast through the car.

All eyes on me in the center of the ring, just like a circus…

"This is crap," he muttered, browsing through the stations.

"You're not gonna get much better, especially with the rain," Massie noted.

Derrick nodded. "That's why I have my iPod."

He fished for it in his pocket and pulled out his battered iPod Touch, hooking it up to the dock on the dashboard. He browsed through the selection, humming something that Massie couldn't quite make out.

"Ah. Here we go," He said, turning the volume down a little.

Slow down you crazy child, you're so ambitious for a juvenile. But then if you're so smart tell me why are you still so afraid?

"No way," Massie said, a smile creeping on. "Do the guys know you listen to Billy Joel?"

"No, and they're not going to find out," Derrick laughed. He looked over to Massie and raised his eyebrows, waiting for a response. He didn't get one.

"I'm taking you somewhere," he said finally, speeding up so he could switch lanes into the exit lane on the far right.

"Um…"

When will you realize, Vienna waits for you?

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"I used to come here with my older brother before he left for Dartmouth," Derrick said, swinging back and forth on his swing.

He and Massie were in the pouring rain at Pines Park; a old swingset, slide, and a patch of grass that looked like they were built forty years ago. Still, Massie liked that her and Derrick were sitting on the swing set, just them, talking. It was like he wanted to share this part of him with her…

No. No. Derrick had a girlfriend. So Massie couldn't keep thinking that there was something between them… even if there was. That wasn't exactly going to make her and Claire BFF anytime soon, would it? No, it wouldn't.

"Really," she said, dragging her feet in the mud. "Do you miss him?"

"Sometimes," Derrick admitted. "But I don't like to bug him about it. He's having fun at college, with his college buddies, and college girls," he paused, smiling at Massie. Then he got up from his seat and sat in front of her, at her feet, in the mud that would no doubt ruin his jeans.

Massie could get lost in his dark brown eyes, she thought. Especially because of their tendency to stare up at her, and the way his golden hair swept into them. It was adorable.

She couldn't believe herself sometimes. She hadn't been in New York for more than a week and she was already falling for some egotistical, self-centered jock who, most importantly, wasn't single? She couldn't fall for him. She wasn't falling for him.

"I think I'm gonna break up with Claire."

Oh. Well then, maybe she could fall for him after all.

Massie's eyes widened, a million thoughts going through her head. "Why would you want to do that? You're the captain of the soccer team, she's the head cheerleader. Why would you want to mess that up?"

Derrick shrugged. "No particular reason. I think she just likes having me there… not for me, but so people can see her with me… you know?" He sighed, picking up a stick and marking the mud with doodles and lines. "It's what everyone expects. The jock… the cheerleader… of course they have to go out. It's typical high school."

"So?" Massie said. "Defy conformity."

Derrick nodded. "There's a lot of things people don't know about me."

"Like what?"

He smiled, but didn't say anything in response. The rain continued to pour around them, this time coming down in sheets and drenching Massie's hair and clothes. "Maybe we should go under a tree," he suggested, right as a clap of thunder sounded throughout the area.

"Sounds good to me!" Massie shouted as she ran for cover under a large oak tree.

Derrick followed, taking a seat next to her.

"It's freezing out here," Massie said, shivering, trying to keep the goosebumps from spreading over her bare arms.

"Yeah," Derrick said.

They were sitting right next to each other, against the wet bark of the oak.

"You're not like the girls around here, Massie."

Massie turned and looked him straight in the eye. "No? Then what am I like, exactly?"

Derrick shook his head. "I can't put my finger on you… but you're a breath of fresh air, Massie Block."

And before Massie knew it, Derrick cupped her face in his hands and put his lips to hers. She let him deepen the kiss as her arms drifted to a spot around his neck. The rain poured even harder around them as Derrick ran his hands through Massie's soaking wet hair.

The need for air grew impatient, though, and Massie had to pull away. So they sat there, panting, until Massie finally broke the silence.

"We shouldn't have done that," she said quietly.

"I still meant what I said, though."

Massie nodded and looked out at the grassy lawn and the rain that drenched it. By the end of the week, the grass would be just a little greener.

"We should go back," she suggested, standing up and trying to wipe some of the mud off of her royal blue Juicy sweats. Smiling a smile that could be used in a toothpaste ad, she held out a newly manicured hand to Derrick, hoping to help him up.

Derrick smiled, taking her hand as she pulled him up.

"Race you to the car?"

"You're on," Derrick laughed as he took off without her, ignoring Massie's protests of, 'You cheater!' coming from behind him.

Panting, Massie finished about five seconds behind him. "You cheated," she breathed, clutching her stomach.

"I had fun," Derrick said. "I mean it. I'll see you tomorrow?" But he didn't give her enough time to respond. He enveloped her in a big bear hug, her head against his warm, toned chest.

"I thought I told you to stay away from my boyfriend."

"Oh, shit."

Filler Chapter. But hey, I finally updated (:

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