AN: Yay! I'm back from my extremely short hiatus:) Well, over my hiatus, I actually got a few more ideas for stories. I will tell you about them at the bottom. Oh, and did anyone watch Dear John? I watched it and all, and I cried like shizz. Oh, and Dez? Now I get why MBJ hates the ending. It totally sucked, it did. One of the guys at the movie was like, "Wait, that's it?" And everyone was laughing and I was like, "WTH, we spent 6.50 for that??" And yeah:) Haha:) All right, I've rambled on long enough. Here you go:)
Claire twirled around. Kristen stood there, shell-shocked with Josh Hotz and some girl. She pressed her lips together to keep from smiling. She was glad that a distraction came along.
"Hi," Claire chirped.
Kristen's blonde eyebrows crinkled together, and her dark green eyes said it all. She was hurt.
Derrick sheepishly grinned and pulled himself off of Massie. He flipped his head so that his hair moved from his eyes.
Massie sighed and remembered that Chris had soccer practice with Dempsey today.
She was supposed to be watching him…
Cheering him on…
Flirting with him...
Sitting in his lap…
Kissing him…
Massie was too busy daydreaming to notice that she went under Claire's covers and that Claire's pillow was soaked.
"Massie? Mass… Claire told me what happened. Please come out from there. Plovert's an ass. Massie," Kristen pleaded. She was sitting at the foot of the bed, stroking the duvet. "Come on. It's a new day."
"Bull," Massie grunted.
Kristen sighed. "Massie—"
"No!" Massie yelled, kicking her feet. She even kicked off the bed.
"Massie!" Claire shouted. She ran to Kristen's side and helped her up.
"I'm good," Kristen muttered.
Massie continued with the kicking, leaving Claire and Kristen worried. Derrick rolled his eyes, but inside, he was envious. There she was, throwing a tantrum over her boyfriend.
Ex-boyfriend, he corrected himself.
Massie finally stopped kicking and Antonette breathed, "Finally."
Massie sobbed from under the duvet. "Plovert's a bitch and Rivera's a slut. All they need is a good whore. You think Skye is available right now?"
"I never liked Skye," Antonette cheeped.
Claire turned her head around and stared questioningly at the girl. She was sure that she had only come this school year, and it was only October. How on earth could she know about Skye?
Then again, everyone knows Skye, Kristen concluded, as if she and Claire were having a mental conversation.
"Who said that?" Massie asked.
Aw, crap, Josh thought.
Antonette let go of Josh's hand and walked deeper into the room. "Me," she tweeted.
"Who's that?" Massie asked.
"Uh, Antonette. Antonette Villagomez," she swiftly answered.
"Well, Miss Villagomez ," Massie stated in a demanding voice. "I want you to sit by me. Everyone can leave the room."
"What?" Claire and Kristen shrieked.
Derrick and Josh were already out of the room.
Antonette gulped, unsure. Maybe, she thought. If I can help Massie, I can help Josh.
Claire sighed and Kristen stormed out of the room.
"I—what—how can I…" Antonette trailed off. She was uncomfortable in Massie's presence.
"Why do you hate Skye?" Massie squeaked.
Antonette sighed in relief. She sat down next to Massie and opened her mouth. For the next two hours, Antonette chattered happily with Massie intently listening.
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"What do you think they're doing up there?" Kristen asked, a slight impatience in her tone.
"Probably making out," Josh said, his voice dreamy.
Derrick nearly choked. "Shut up, man," he sputtered.
Josh chuckled. "I was just kidding, dude. Jeez."
"Yeah, well watch how you kid."
Josh rolled his eyes and turned to Kristen. She was watching Derrick with an intense stare, her green eyes hardening.
Josh sighed. Why was it that the most beautiful girl didn't even notice him?
I know that I don't look horrible, he conceitedly thought. He had long dark eyelashes that framed his dark brown eyes. His dark brown hair fit for the perfect structure of his head and his muscles made girls swoon.
Claire was sitting next to Derrick. "So, you play any sports?" she asked conversationally.
Derrick nodded. "I play soccer and I'm pretty good at lacrosse, but soccer is my main thing." He zoned out and then laughed at a memory of Massie falling down while kicking a soccer ball.
Claire furrowed her eyebrow. "What's so funny?" she asked.
But before he could say anything, someone was yelling Derrick's name repeatedly. It was coming from outside. Everyone was looking at the door when Cam Fisher's jean-clad legs appeared, then his whole entire body. He surveyed the kitchen and finally found an ecstatic Derrick jumping out of his chair.
"Dude!" they both exclaimed.
They man-hugged and seconds later, Josh joined them, reuniting the long-lost best friends. They were engrossed in a conversation of the sports teams.
Kristen and Claire glared at the trip angrily. They were both thinking the same thing.
I'll make Derrick mine.
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Massie chuckled form under her bed covers. This Antonette girl is pretty funny, she thought.
Antonette Villagomez was laughing at the idiocy of Skye Hamilton's group. "I mean seriously, the Pretty Committee? The Puh-retty Kuh-mittee? Who can stand doing that? Who can stand being named that?"
Massie nodded her agreement.
After Antonette's laughter died down, Massie whispered, "Thanks."
Antonette stared at the spot that would be Massie's head. "For?"
"For being here. You're the only person who I can really talk to this about."
She giggled. "It's okay, Massie. That Chris guy doesn't sound so nice anyway."
Massie's eyes watered. "To tell you the truth, he was a perfect boyfriend. He always told me that he loved me. He did so many things so that I could be happy. Everything was perfectly fine until yesterday. I don't know what happened."
Antonette raised an eyebrow. "Well, was he distant in the past few days before the… yeah?"
Massie pondered this question. No, he definitely wasn't, she thought. "No," she murmured.
"You don't sound sure. Are you sure?" Antonette pressed.
"Yes, of course I am. Right?" Massie was confident at first and mid-sentence, she got confused.
"Was he, like, I don't know, distant over time?"
Massie considered her question. Over the past few days, he was pretty distant. They were supposed to eat dinner on Thursday, but Chris cancelled. He said he had some "business" to take care of.
"Was he?" Antonette, who Massie soon acknowledged as a friend, asked.
"I guess he was…"
"So then maybe you should've seen this coming. You were just…"
"Don't say in denial."
"And why not?"
"Because a, I'm in Westchester, not Egypt, and b, I'm never in denial!"
"You are now and you were a few days ago."
"No! I'm not!"
"Yeah, you kinda are."
"No, I'm kinda not."
"Yes, you sorta are."
"No, I sorta are not!
"Wow, not only are you in denial, you have bad grammar."
Massie's nostrils flared and she threw the covers off her body. She sat upright in bed and glared straight at Antonette. "You know, for someone so tiny, you can be so annoying."
"Hey, that's what Edward said to Alice. But it was in a different phrase, something else. But thanks, that's a compliment for me."
Massie arched an eyebrow. "Why? Are you mental or something?"
If Antonette was offended, she didn't show that she was. "Yeah, only sometimes, though."
"So, a mental werewolf?"
"Can't I be a vampire?"
Massie gaped at her. "Why, because they sparkle? Because they're beautiful?"
"No, because they have special power," Antonette deadpanned.
Massie stared at her with her eyebrows near her hairline.
Antonette busted out laughing and practically fell of her bed. The corners of Massie's lips trembled until she started chortling along with her. Massie hadn't laughed so hard in her life. Even with Claire and Kristen, she had never laughed like that.
Soon, tears were streaming down their faces. "Oh, my gawsh, I've never laughed so hard before," Antonette said through giggles.
Massie nodded. "I hate Twilight, though."
Antonette's jaw dropped and her giggles died down "What?" she screeched.
"I mean, it's great and stuff, but seriously, people aren't... Like… Take Dear John for example. Not a lot of teens knew about Nicholas Sparks until 'super sexy' Channing Tatum was shown in the trailer. Now all the girls in Briarwood love Nicholas Sparks. Bt in my opinion, they love Channing Tatum."
"I don't get it… What are you then?"
"I am Massie, place me in the mammalian category."
Antonette rolled her eyes. "What team are you on?"
Massie half-smiled. "Team Will Blakelee."
Antonette's face scrunched up. "Who the hell is that? Can you stop being so weird?"
Massie's jaw dropped. Now she was the mental one?
Antonette twiddled with her fingers for a little while before she peered up at Massie. "Sorry," she mumbled.
Massie closed her mouth and stared at Antonette. "Accepted."
Antonette breathed out a sigh of relief. "Good, I don't like it when people hold grudges against me."
"I'm not very fond of people who hold grudges against me, either."
Antonette nodded as if she understood. "I totally got it. But why should you be afraid? You're pretty much an anti-social freak."
Massie opened her mouth a little, but Antonette was already jabbering on. "I don't think you're an anti-social freak, other people do. You're a super cool girl, Mass, and it'd be my honor to be your friend."
Massie was flabbergasted. This girl was definitely someone different. She could possibly change my world. Change all of our worlds, she thought.
"Well, anyway… I think you need some fresh air."
As a joke, Massie inhaled deeply and sighed. "Ah, fresh air. The fruit of life." She grinned.
Antonette rolled her eyes and giggled. "No, I mean to forget about Plaw-vert," she drawled, mispronouncing his last name.
Massie laughed. "Antonette, you're really cool."
Antonette made a face. "You know, just because one guy made you cry, it doesn't mean that you can go all lesbian on me."
Massie laughed. "Yuck, if I were a lesbian, I'd want someone taller."
Antonette laughed along with her. "I should be tall. Milk doesn't even help."
"Uh-huh, we should sue the people that said milk improves your growth."
"Mm-hm, we should."
"You know what else we should do?"
"Yeah. Get you some air!" Antonette jerked around until she finally caught Massie's foot. She dragged her off the bed and Massie screamed. "Oh, stop being such a whiner!"
"Nette, stop! Okay! Just let go of me! Stop it!" she yelled.
"Only if you wear what I give you."
"Whatever! Jeez, you'd think I was Harriet Tubman." Massie stood up and adjusted her wrinkled clothes.
Antonette walked over to her pink Roxy bag. She pulled out black skinny jeans and a blue tube top. She threw it to Massie's awaiting arms.
She inspected them and made a disgusted face. "I don't wear these things. And they won't fit. You're too short for me."
Antonette rolled her eyes. "Don't worry. Put on the tube top over that tank top. Yeah, like that. See, the straps work perfectly for it. Uh, pull off those shorts. Don't worry, we're exactly the same size. Yeah, see! Perfect fit. Yeah, that will totally get guys hollerin'." She smiled smugly and folded her arms across her chest.
Massie looked down and realized that she and Antonette practically looked the same, but her hair was in a high ponytail, her bangs were loose to the side of her face and she had on black boots. I sighed, "Can I at least wear a jacket?"
Antonette tilted her head. "Yeah, can you also fix your make-up?"
Massie crinkled her nose. "I don't wear make-up. Sorry."
"No need to be. Can't you at least wear eyeliner and lip gloss?"
Massie rolled her eyes. "Whatever."
"Mm-hmm." She dug into her pink Roxy bag and brought out a pink tube of lip gloss and black eye liner. She tossed it to Massie.
She caught it with ease and glared at them with disgust. "Do I have to?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Are you serious?"
"Mm-hmm."
"If you were my friend, you'd let me grieve."
"Mm-hmm."
"Stop mm-hmm'ing!"
Antonette stared at Massie and smirked. "Mm-hmm."
And there you have it, folks! I know it's not that good, but it's just a sort of filler-ish-ish, if you get my drift:)
Anyway, don't you just love how random Antonette is? I based that part on me and my friends' and our conversations and pulled out a couple of things and edited and deleted and yeah:)
So, I was actually wondering if any of you people read Flyer2012's Rescue You? It's 'cause she redid it and it's not showing up anywhere, and some of the other stories aren't showing up either, so I was like, yeah... Okay, wow, I can't read this? So I died a little there:)
I forgot what I else I had to say... Oh, yeah, thanks for all the reviews and whatnot! Oh, I just remembered what I was gonna say:)
Okay, some of you know that I went on hiatus, correct? Well, on the AN, it listed my stories. Over time, I totally changed it. So, this is how I'm writing it.
Your Guardian Angel - It's done:) I'm currently typing it and I just realized that it's like a million pages long:) So it might just end up a two-shot, I don't know. Main characters are: Massie, Derrick, Cam and Dylan. There are lots of deaths, so you'll be like, "Damn, girl, you're freaking emo or what?" But I'm not:) I just thought it'd be better that way.
Behind Enemy Lines - Currently writing it, but I'm thinking of changing the name, I don't know. The title just doesn't have what I need. So it'll be Behind Enemy Lines, but towards the middle, when I find a new title, I'll change it. If that's possible... I don't know yet, see???? So, I probably won't post it up until I finally get a better title. I need Dez's help on that:) Main characters: Massie, Derrick, Kristen, Kevin Block
The Way I Loved You - This will take a while because of the fact that I just found out that someone else has this title:) So, I need to change the title:)
The Middle - All I have to say is: It's a Massington:) But if you hate them, please don't mind it and read it, okay? That'd make me sooo happy:)
I have more, but I think that you're probably dead on the other side of the screen. I have other things I need to say, but I feel as if I said too much already. Okay, if it's no big deal, can you please review? That'd make me very happy:)