Chapter 2.

"I wish I was you, Massie. You're perfect." Samantha whipped around the room, attempting to copy Massie's killer ballet moves, but wasn't quite getting all the steps right.

Massie chuckled and Dylan made a gagging motion behind her back.

Samantha was Massie's neighbor. She was five, and totally obsessed. She wanted to be exactly like Massie, and pretty much was already there. She took ballet classes, and even though she wasn't very good, she was one of the best in the class. She read fashion magazines, and went shopping almost everyday. She hung out with Massie a lot, far too much, if you asked Massie.

"No, Sam! You put your arms like this," Massie said demonstrating.

Dylan laid on Massie's bed. This was going to be a long night. All they ever did was dance, and talk about dance. It was beyond annoying.

"You're my role model; I want to be exactly like you!" Samantha said to Massie, flopping down on the bed next to Dylan. "You too, Dylan. You always know how to have a great time!"

Massie sighed and Dylan smiled.

"Thank you, Sam," Dylan gave her a hug. You have no idea how much that means.

"Dylan, you should start taking ballet lessons," Massie opened her closet, searching for an outfit for her date tonight with Derrick. It was his birthday.

"No way." Dylan rolled her eyes. Ballet, ballet, ballet.

"I'm so serious! Then apply to Blackwood, and we will be together next year!" Massie screeched jumping up and down.

"Oh my god!" Dylan jumped on Massie's bed. If she got in then her and Massie wouldn't have to be separated, ever. They could even room together!

"When's the deadline for the applications?" Dylan asked hoping it wasn't soon.

"Hold on, let me check." Massie powered up her laptop and typed in Blackwood Performing Arts.

"Crap!"

"What?" Dylan raced over, "Did I miss it?"

"Absolutely not." Massie said.

Dylan was instantly relieved, "Then why did you say crap?"

"It's due in a week."

"We have time!" Dylan started bouncing up and down.

"You don't understand!" Massie shrieked. "You're not going to have enough time to learn a routine, let alone master it! These things take time. You're not going to make it in, if everything isn't perfect!"

"You're the best teacher ever!" Dylan said. "Can't we at least try? We could edit it a bit so I look better, and I'll practice all summer!"

Massie sighed. "Fine, let's go work on it now."

"What about me?" Samantha asked.

"You need to go home," Massie pointed to the door. "I'm very busy."

Samantha frowned, but left.

Massie regretted even suggesting the idea to Dylan. She knew she wasn't going to make it. Only the best of the best made it. And they only had a week. No matter how good of a teacher Massie was, it was a lost cause. She wanted Dylan at the school, but maybe it was better if she just started over. Plus, Massie was the dancer, not Dylan. And she would have to hear Dylan's complaining when she didn't make it. Was it worth it? She didn't think so.

*

Massie stared into the mirror, and smiled. She looked like a queen.

Her long brown hair was curled to perfection, and pulled into an elegant side ponytail. She was wearing a pale pink dress that came to above her knee. It looked like it was pulled under, and reminded her of a tutu. It was her favorite dress. Her silver shoes matched her purse, and the sparkles on her dress. She was wearing eyeliner, mascara, and pink eye shadow, and, of course, blush. She winked at herself. Perfect.

She headed down the stairs, "Isaac, I'm ready to go!"

"So am I," he smirked, and opened the door for her.

In a matter of minutes she was at Derrick's house. She walked up to his front door and rang the doorbell.

"Massie, you look…stunning!" Derrick said as he opened the door.

She jumped into his arms and locked her lips onto his. After a minute, he pulled back.

"I love you, Massie Block."

She just kissed him again.

"Aw, you two are just the cutest!"

Massie turned to see Derrick's mom in the hallway.

"Massie," she said shaking her hand, "gorgeous as always."

"Thank you, Mrs. Harrington," Massie smiled.

"Well, we are going to go," Derrick grabbed Massie's arm and pulled her out the door.

"Have fun!" Mrs. Harrington screeched.

Massie pulled Derrick into the Range Rover and they started making out.

"Where to, Miss Massie?" Isaac said laughing.

"Restaurant," she managed.

He chuckled.

"Oh," she said pulling back. "Happy Birthday, Derrick."

"Thank you, baby."

Then, they were at the restaurant. They had a nice fancy dinner, Massie's treat.

"Thank you, Massie."

"Welcome," she smiled. "Should I call Isaac?"

"No. I have a surprise," Derrick grabbed her arm and ran.

"Where are we going?" she giggle-screeched as they ran through the town.

"You'll see!"

A second later, they were inside a hotel.

"What?" Massie managed.

"Sit here," he pulled her into a chair and went up to the front desk.

When he came back he had a key and a huge smile. "Let's go."

He led her up to a huge suite, and let them in.

"Derrick?" she asked while she searched the room.

The room was covered with rose pedals, and candles were light all around the room.

"Derrick, it's your birthday. Why did you do this for me?" Massie asked.

"Because there's one thing I want from you," he said.

"What's that?" she asked.

He nodded his head towards the huge king size bed.

"No. Absolutely not."

"Please, Massie? It's my birthday." Derrick wrapped his arms around her.

"No. I don't want to, I'm not ready."

"Yes you are. Please?"

"If you loved me, you wouldn't make me do this." Massie ripped his hands from her waist.

"Massie, do you love me?" Derrick asked.

"Yes. But that doesn't…" Derrick cut her off.

"Then express you're love for me." He said.

"I could get pregnant!" Massie shook her head no.

"I have protection." Derrick said.

Massie was silent.

"Mass, please? It's all I want. I've wished for this for a year." Derrick grabbed her hands.

"You know if you tell someone your wish, it won't come true."

"It might," he sighed. "Please?"

"Um, I don't know. I don't want to."

"Please, Massie. I'm begging you," he could tell he was wearing her down.

She was silent.

"If you loved me…" he raised his eyebrows.

"Fine."

"Thank you. I love you." Derrick whispered.

And then they got very, very busy.

ok, it wasn't the best. but after the next couple chapters, i promise it gets good. so REVIEW! please? let me know what you think!