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"So… Are you and Massie all buddy-buddy now?" Claire asked, trying to make her voice sound as flat as possible.

It didn't work.

Derrick saw right through it. And she was jealous. Like all the rest of them. He had only been in Briarwood Academy for four hours and already girls were all over him. He knew he looked good, but it was too much for him.

He shrugged. They were alone at table sixteen, just the two of them. Which was weird because his friends should've been here; friends and Connor. Massie had seen him earlier and thought he'd like to meet them.

Wrong, Derrick thought.

"So…" Claire trailed off, wanting an answer from Derrick.

He looked at her, a glazed look in his eyes. "Huh?"

Claire sighed. Was this really his reaction to her every time? When would she be able to talk to him without those "I'm sorry, I was thinking of something important before you just had to interrupt." It was annoying and stupid.

"Are you?" Claire pressed, irritation audible in her tone.

Derrick didn't get a chance to answer because a few guys strolled over to their table.

"You Derrick?" A guy with caramel blonde hair asked.

He looked up at the four sweaty boys. "And if I said yes?"

"Then we'd like to welcome you back. And ask you to join the soccer team."

Before Derrick could answer, a guy with a slight afro-styled hairdo said, "Hey, D, you're back. How was Mississippi?"

Claire smirked. Derrick's right eyebrow rose slightly. "Uh… I moved to Minnesota, not Mississippi. Where'd you get that from?"

The boy looked embarrassed. He looked around nervously until someone else said, "You should try out for soccer. You were a great player back in fifth grade. It's a good thing you cameback. We need a good player. We're thinking of kicking off a player."

"Yeah!" another boy exclaimed, pumping his fist into the air.

Derrick half-smiled.

"So?" Caramel-blonde asked.

Claire already knew Derrick's answer. She'd seen him playing soccer and he was a definite pro. He would say yes, she just knew it.

Derrick glanced from the four soccer boys to sweet Claire, then back again. He broke into a goofy grin and shot up, his fist pumping the air. "Dudes, I'm back!" he shouted in glee.

"Is that a yes?" Slight-afro asked.

He lowered his hand. "Hell yeah."

A group of girls from nearby squealed, palpably listening to their conversation.

"Awesome. Try-outs are Wednesday after school. Can you make it?" Caramel-blonde asked.

Of course not! Claire wanted to shout. He can't because he has a date with me! But she was able to contain himself, a tight smile stretched across her face.

Derrick's lit face darkened a bit. He may not have liked Claire, but that didn't mean he went back on promises. With a sigh, he said, "I can't. I'm busy that day. Unless…" His sentence led on, his gaze eyeing Claire.

She innocently looked up. She batted her eyes. Even if the thought of their date being postponed made her angry, she wasn't a mean person. "You can go, but our date is at seven." She could afford to be a little mean. "Right?" she asked for extra innocence.

Derrick didn't remember promising their date be at seven, but he was so ecstatic about the thought of playing soccer again that he agreed and turned back to the guys. "I'll be there."

"Alright. We'll try and finish before your date. Check you later." The boys nodded their byes and left.

Derrick sat down next to Claire just as Josh, Kristen and Antonette came.

Josh plopped himself across Claire and Kristen across Derrick.

"Sit," Josh told Antonette, patting the empty chair next to him.

"Where's Massie?" she questioned.

"Nowhere near us as you can see," Kristen replied. She still wasn't comfortable with Antonette around.

She ignored the comment and shrugged a petite shoulder. "I'm gonna go and sit by Charles instead." She good-bye grin was tiny before walking away, Josh's eyes lingering on her very round butt for more than a few seconds.

"Where's Cam?" Claire asked, breaking Josh from his reverie.

He yawned before saying, "Don't know. I saw him before second period, though. He looked okay, I guess. I tried to get his attention, but nah, he didn't want to look at me." He shrugged it off and popped a French fry into his mouth. He chewed and swallowed, then noticed that someone else wasn't there.

"Where's Muh-muh-muh-Massie?" he joked, his tone taking that of a Chia Pets commercial.

Kristen and Claire chuckled, but caught each other's eyes. Whenever Massie was MIA, it only really meant one thing.

"Connor," Derrick answered, his voice full of envy and remorse.

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Massie smiled. Connor wrapped his strong arms around her stomach, pulling her closer to him. They were in Ms. Seyman's class. The lights were off and the desks were pushed to the side.

Ms. Seyman (added a "y") was out for the day, so it wouldn't hurt for them to have a little movie session.

The only light came from the movie they were watching, which was Twilight, a movie she and Connor hated. Massie snuggled her head against his warm chest.

"Why are we watching this? You hate this movie," Massie whispered.

She felt Connor press his lips onto her head. "True. But I know you have a thing for freaky vampire tales. And yes, I know, you don't like Twilight that much, but it was the first movie that popped into my head."

She smiled in total bliss. They were sitting on a cliché red and white checkered blanket, Connor's lunch basket and accessories pushed to the side. Connor was always one for doing things like that. It was why every girl known to humanity fell for him in an instant.

I mean, who wouldn't?

"Connor?"

"Yes, Massie?" he breathed into her hair.

"How did you manage to do all of this? I mean, I know you're Superman, but this is just too crazy."

He chuckled, a low rumble in his throat, something that Massie missed. When he laughed, she always found herself smiling along with him.

"Do you like it?" he asked, his warm breath tickling Massie's ear.

She looked up and kissed his jaw. "You betcha. And you know what else I like?"

Connor chuckled, "Monkeys that have green tongues and can act out scenes from Romeo and Juliet?"

Massie giggled and fixed her position so that she was facing him. "No. You." She knew it was sudden and she knew it was wrong, but it felt too right for her.

Connor's laughter died down. He looked her straight on and leaned in slowly. Before Massie knew it, she was leaning in, too.

Their lips pressed together just as Bella and Edward's did, too. Massie felt the sparks that exploded in her body. Blood pulsed through her veins and warmed her cheeks and neck.

Connor's kisses always made her feel that way.

He paused a moment and whispered, "I like you, too," against her mouth.

He pressed his lips onto hers in a more careful way. Their lips molded into each other's perfectly. Massie instinctively pulled herself closer to Connor.

He wrapped his arm around her back and pulled her into his chest. The tip of tongue lightly traced her full bottom lip as she shivered.

Her hands ran through his preppy jet-black hair.

He wrapped both arms around her, savoring the taste of her lips on his.

Massie's hormones took over as she sidled her way closer to him, her arms wrapping around his neck.

He smiled against her mouth and slowly ended the kiss. "No, Massie. Don't go too far." He kissed her nose and then her forehead as she closed her eyes.

She turned back around and leaned into him, back pressed against front. As she was watching she felt a tear slide down her cheek.

Chris Plovert had cheated on her and here she was, making out with an ex-boyfriend who she fell for once again.

Her life was way more fascinating than Lauren Conrad's.

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"Yeah, but she's nowhere to be found," Antonette said, opening her heavily-glossed mouth to take a bite of her salad.

Charles laughed, throwing his head back, attracting attention from a few girls and several guys. Although Charles was muscular, good-looking and wealthy, he was unmistakably gay. His wardrobe, snappy comebacks and outside appearance said it all. And he was definitely not an anti-social. Antonette had learned back then that if you didn't know Charles, you were considered a freak. But she wasn't friends with him to be accepted. She was friends with him because he was so blunt yet so nice.

"Antonette," Charles started in his nasally voice, "don't worry about Cassie—"

"Massie," she corrected him.

"Right, Ma-a-asie"—he circulated his hand in the air to show he didn't care—"because she's probably in very good hands right now." He winked and took a sip of iced tea. He smiled at a girl who passed by.

And as soon as she was out of earshot, he leaned in and sneered, "Total fake times ten plus four hundred times ten again. She's all fake. Fake nose job, fake brands, ugh, fake hair." He ran his own hands through his naturally caramel brown locks.

Antonette laughed and flipped her long hair over her shoulder. "That's mean, Charles," she scolded.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Well, it doesn't say Mr. Nice Guy on my forehead, now does it, honey?" he snapped.

She half-smiled. To most others, he comebacks were insults, but she knew they were there to cover the insecurities. Or at least that's what his therapist said.

She sighed.

Charles looked over his best friend of two months. He cocked his head. "Hey, did you grow?"

Antonette glared at him. "That's not funny, Charles."

"No," he smiled. "Seriously. Did you?"

She rolled her eyes. She had given up on her hopes of ever growing again.

"Antonette?" Charles said.

"What now, Charles?"

"Why are you so hung up on this Massie girl and her friends?"

Her eyes drifted away to where Derrick, Kristen, Josh and Claire were sitting. They looked happy enough. Antonette wondered how they could live with each other, even though it was obvious that they hated each other.

Kristen was jealous of Derrick and Claire's date.

Claire was jealous of Massie because Derrick liked her.

Josh was jealous of Derrick because Kristen liked him.

Derrick was jealous of Connor because he knew he was with Massie.

Cam was jealous of Derrick because he had a date with Claire, even though he tried to make it seem as if he didn't like her.

Altogether, they were a jealous mess.

"Because I need to fix them."

AN: *nods*

Sorry for the late update. And if this was a really sucky chapter, I'm sorry. Put the blame on me. It's 10:55 PM and I wrote all of this in two hours with edits and deletions and all. Whoa. Deletions is a word?

Anyway, I need to tell you guys that I won't be updating until May 8. Yes, I know, I'm sorry, I really, truly am. But it's only a few weeks.

And if you were wondering, no, it's not a big personal problem. I'm just clouded with so many projects and exams and all these tests that will determine if I'm good enough for high school.

And you know what? I think I'm pretty good enough for high school. Maybe even Harvard material. Okay, who are we kidding, right?

Anyway, I just wanted to say that I'm going on hiatus. I'll update Behind Enemy Lines one last time until May 8. Sorry again, guys (who are really girls).

Oh, and don't worry my Massington fans. For the moment, you can enjoy Connor Daly. That is his last name, right? And yes, Desiree, I don't know who my characters are. :P

Review for me?

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