AN: Look, an update(: And I just want to thank all of you who review this story:) I love you all:D

Disclaimed because I'm tuna-pear-cobbler like that XD I don't know… I'm an oddball. I know. ;)

Guess who I saw today? Massie was with Connor. She didn't look happy, though. In fact, she looked angry at him.

Guess what they did? They cleaned cars. Who does this Connor guy think he is? In Massie's defense, I find that extremely boring. He seriously needs to learn how to clean up his act or Massie is leaving him.

For someone better.

Say…

Me?

I find that unlikely, though. I see her staring a little at Claire and Derrick. I find them a very irregular-looking pair. Too blonde for my liking. Derrick—I know the name. The way that I study him.

He's crazy.

Cocky.

Sarcastic.

Athletic.

Good-looking.

And definitely someone sweet. If that weren't the case, Claire wouldn't be out with him.

And in short, Massie's perfect guy. I wouldn't be any surer of myself.

In fact, I made a song about them. Want to hear it? Okay, here we go.

Connor and Massie sitting in a tree; I'll push them off and they will see; how annoying they can be.

It won't be once, and it won't be twice, but I'll kill him off, and we'll see who pays the price.

Beautiful, is it not? I wrote it myself. I find it quite delightful, my musical talent. Hmmm. Another thing I find delightful? Derrick's little sister.

Her name…

Dana Christine Harrington.

She reminds me of a blonde Antoinette, the little chatter. Apparently, she loves Mean Girls and isn't very fond of Claire Stacey Lyons.

My, my, my. For a fourteen-year-old, however, I'd fuck her.

Ooh, you probably didn't want to hear that.

But how can I help myself? I've drowned myself in girl after girl after girl. They all look the same to me, though. I vaguely remember, though, a thicker girl. I think her name was Vivian; in her early 20s.

I told you, I've seriously lost it. If only Massie listened to me.

If only she listened that it was my uncle that put it all together. He wanted a sex tape. He found the hottest girl at Briarwood, and he enjoyed watching me. He said I turned him on. Gross, eh? It absolutely is. Of course, he was thrilled with the whole sex tape. Right after Massie left, I had to finish it. My uncle, Uncle Mike, had thanked me with two thousand dollars.

TWO THOUSAND DOLLARS.

Where else can I get that? Okay, I can get money from my parents whenever, but at the moment, it sounded right.

I didn't even have to pay Alicia. Once I asked her to come over, she came over, alright. She was half-naked under a large trench coat. Okay, I admit, I enjoyed Alicia, definitely, I mean, who wouldn't?

But I was thinking of Massie the whole time.

…

…

Or at least I tried to.

But that doesn't matter anymore. Not right now, not at this moment.

What matters is that little Dana Harrington girl. I must do something about her. She seems to be, like I said earlier, a version of Antoinette because of the fact that they both agree on the whole Derrick-Massie relationship, when I, on the other hand, disagree with it. It's absolutely wrong.

It's more wrong than global warming, and global warming is extremely wrong.

Or at least that's what Massie said.

Dana… What can I do with her? Well, I shouldn't confirm anything now. Maybe I can mentally scar her. Touch her in places that a girl shouldn't be touched. Seduce her to being mine. I could enjoy a 14-year-old. With a body like that, she's probably likely to be the best one night stand I get. Even better than that stripper that I toyed with.

Excuse me?

Are you asking me how I do all of these things? How I seem to be finding all these women? And knowing all this information?

Good question.

You see, I've dropped out of school. Forged my parents' signature saying I was transferring to another school. Lied and said a whole bunch of things, making excuses about them going to meetings and not being able to meet with the stupid principal.

Scatterbrained principal believed it, of course. Why wouldn't she? She believes everything.

And how I'm able to watch everyone, see what they're doing? Easy. I still have a few people that I'm "friends" with back at school. They watch Derrick, Massie—the whole lot. Always, a 24/7 thing.

As for everyone else, the people I call background characters—Dana, Antoinette, Connor, et cetera, et cetera—I have my eye on them. It's because I wanna make sure what their lives are like, so that they're death plans are well-strategized.

No one suspects that I'm watching them, of course. They're so dumb. Fools, the whole of them.

What? Is Massie perfect? Well, in my eyes, she is. I find her incredibly perfect, from her hair to her personality. But she doesn't think she's perfect. She thinks that she's the epitome of the opposite of perfection. But I must disagree.

And one day, Massie will be mine again. She really will be mine. And every day I'll make love to her like she's never been made love to before.

But before that day ever arrives, I'll have to settle on these shallow, low self-esteemed bitches with no lives. One of them is coming over; apparently, she thinks that she's my favorite. Heck, I don't even know her name.

The only thing I like about her is that she lets me call her Massie, so in bed, when she's screaming and we're just about there, I can moan her name, Massie… Massie… Massie.

And for a split second, it's almost like I'm fucking Massie. The only thing is that when we finish and I look at her, I find ugly black eyes. Blacker, dark charcoal black eyes.

Ugly.

Till the next bitch,

Massie's Favorite Lover

AN: Chris Plovert is extremely twisted, don't you think?

But the funny part of all of this is that it's so easy for me to write. Call me demented, but it is. I'm not saying that it's fun, because that's just weird. :P But yes, easy for me to write(: So, yeah, fast chapter, yeah? I bet some of you were surprised that you saw this, eh? Well, I'd like to thank everyone who reviews this story. :D You guys are my red lifesavers(:

Send me a PM to chat? Review and tell me who you hate *cough Chris Plovert *cough? Subscribe or favorite me with a blaring alarm?

Loves you all dearly,

ErickaLoops(: (And yes, you can call me that)