AN: Disclaimed because I can't do the running man and because this isn't owned by me, Madonna or Disney. :P Thanks to all of you who reviewed(: You guys are splendid, and this one is for all of you:D Is listening to endless Stella by All Time Low(: and is getting comfortable on Desiree's chairXD
Monday went by slowly with Claire annoying Massie in all her classes. She loved Claire, she really did, but texting in classes to Derrick, who was right next to her? It irked her to the point where Massie had to hiss-scold her. And it wasn't easy for her since she was way beyond angry and trying to keep her voice down wasn't an option.
"Claire," she hissed during second period, "can you please stop texting Derrick? You're in the freaking Honor Society. You're supposed to be a good freaking girl and do your freaking work that our freaking teacher gave us. Don't you freaking get that?" Her eyes were wide and she was fuming.
Claire's eyebrow cocked and she rolled her eyes. "Massie, hold your freak-ing horses. I'll just text Derry that you don't want me to talk to him anymore." She smirked and went back to texting.
Massie kept her glare on Claire. Ever since their supposed kiss on Saturday, Claire and Derrick have been inseparable. But Massie had to admit that they were cute together.
She focused back on the newest book that Mr. Sawyer had assigned for them to read. Just when she was about to read the paragraph, Claire pssed. Massie ignored it at first, but then it grew louder.
"Uh, Miss Lyons, Miss Block?" Mr. Sawyer said. "Is there a problem?"
The whole class shifted in their seat, wanting to see what the ruckus was about.
Massie looked up from her book. She hadn't wanted to get Claire in trouble, but she was very annoyed. "Can I please switch seats? I feel uncomfortable here." She fake-shifted in her seat.
Mr. Sawyer eyed her for a moment, but since she was one of his best students, he agreed. "Uh, Carl," he boomed, eyeing a pudgy boy with glasses and curly hair. "Switch seats with Massie, please."
Carl uncertainly seized his bag and stood up, dropping his books on the floor. He kneeled and picked them up, but when Massie saw another hand that shot down to pick up the other books, Massie's eyes widened. "Mr. Sawyer, can I not sit there? I sat there already."
"Massie," Mr. Sawyer sternly said, "this isn't on what you want. Choose to sit next to Claire or next to Derrick."
She rolled her eyes and groaned. "Mr. Sawyer, this is something that I need to think about for a while. Can you please just move me somewhere else?"
"Miss Block, don't think that just because you're one of my top students you can control what you want to do. Now you will either take your original seat, take a seat next to Derrick or I can give you a detention."
Massie didn't know what overcame her. It was something new to her, her blood rushing through her veins and the pumping loudness of it thrilled her. That was a new high for her. "Then I suppose I'll take that detention," she icily said.
"Massie," Claire murmured.
She looked down at the blonde and said, "No, Claire. I'm done. I'm done here, and I'm done with you and Derrick and I'm done with Chris. I've always been done. I just needed to confirm that."
"Massie," Derrick said this time. "Sit down."
"Yes, Massie," Mr. Sawyer challenged, "I dare you to."
Massie rolled her eyes. "Whatever," she muttered, taking her book and stuffing it into her bag. "I'm gone. Give me a detention, a suspension, whatever, I'm done for the day." She quickly stomped her way to the door, acknowledging the fact that everyone's eyes were on her.
Mr. Sawyer, Claire and Derrick's seats screeched back. "Massie!" Claire exclaimed.
"Massie, come on," rang Derrick's voice.
"Massie, you take one step out of this room and that will serve as another detention," Mr. Sawyer threatened.
"Great." She cockily wheeled around and faced Mr. Sawyer. "That'll look great on my college application." She smirked and turned back around, opened the door, and in a sing-song voice said, "Bye."
Derrick and Claire offered each other looks—Claire's was terrified and Derrick's was surprised.
Mr. Sawyer was still standing, leaning on his hands which were planted on his desk. "Take a seat you two." He wearily looked from Derrick to Claire and back again, and then to the door. He shook his head and rubbed his temples, taking a seat himself.
Derrick closed his eyes and felt his phone vibrate. He looked at it.
Claire: M has never done THAT b4. X_X
Derrick sighed and began to text back.
Derrick: :O (& that's not sarcastic)
Claire: IDGI. R U surprised that she did it?
Derrick: No, more like surprised that she's NEVER done that.
Claire: Y?
Derrick: Bcuz she seems like the type of person to just walk out. :P
Claire: Then u don't know her that well.
Derrick: Oh, I think I know her better than most.
Claire: What's her favorite band?
Derrick: …
Claire: Exactly. XD
Derrick: Claire, shut up.
Derrick: You don't need 2 know those sorts of things 2 really know a person.
Derrick: As long as you know what they're really like.
Derrick: How they r and such. XP
Claire: Oh, Derrick.
Claire: Let's go, the bell's ringing for lunch.
Claire slid her phone into her pocket and waited for Derrick to finish packing up. He smiled at her, grabbed her hand and they sauntered out the door, hand-in-hand. "Okay, so I was thinking about that kiss yesterday…" Derrick suggestively commented, glancing at Claire.
She looked up, blushing. "Oh? Which one? The first, the second or the third?" she coyly replied, feeling all the more chipper with Derrick wrapped around her finger. The song Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne replayed in her head. She didn't even like Avril Lavigne.
Derrick laughed. "Yeah, I liked the first one, but the second one got better and then the third was definitely the nicest."
Claire rolled her eyes and slapped Derrick's chest. "You're bad."
"And you're cute," he teased, kissing her forehead.
The two, along with seven hundred other random kids, walked along to the cafeteria. Derrick pushed open the big wooden door into the cafeteria where he inhaled the fried food smelling air. They walked over to their table and sat down.
Kristen was already there, along with Cam. She didn't look up from her Gossip Girl book.
"Kristen, you're a sophomore and you're still reading that?" Claire teased, receiving a chuckle from Derrick.
She looked up, fire emblazoned in her eyes. "For your information, Kuh-loser, I've read this already. And if you must know, I worship Blair." She stuck her tongue out and went back to reading the paragraph she left off on.
Claire rolled her eyes and looked up at the perfectness of Derrick's chiseled face. He looked down at her and kissed her swiftly before hearing the gagging sound of Josh.
He sat down next to Kristen and she smiled at him, eyeing his tray of a sloppy cheeseburger and French fries. She raised an eyebrow and grabbed a couple of the fries, tossing them into her mouth like it was no big deal. "Hey!" Josh said. "Those are mine!"
Kristen chewed and giggled at the same time. "Yeah, well, they're in my mouth now, in case you haven't noticed."
Josh scoffed. "How can I not notice? You're chomping on 'em like a llama."
"Which you still need to show me, Joshy." She winked and went back to her book.
He half-smiled and nodded towards Derrick, who had a twinkle in his eye that asked, 'You two dating?'
He snorted and shook his head. "Hey, where's Massie?"
Cam felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He pulled it out and was surprised to see Massie's name there.
Massie: Hey Cam. I walked out of school & IDK what 2 do.
Cam's eyes widened. Why did Massie text him? They were never close enough to text each other. And Massie, being perfect little Massie, walked out of her class. He looked up, listened to what Derrick and Claire said.
They nervously looked at each other and Claire stuttered, "Oh, she, um, she—she stayed back in class. To help with, uh, Mr. Sawyer." She nodded and went back to whispering to Derrick.
Cam cocked an eyebrow, but knew better than to push it. He texted Massie back.
Cam: Ok… Well, Claire and Derrick lied & said u stayed back w/ Sawyer.
Massie: Well, I didn't. I want 2 come back, but I can't.
Cam: Y not? What did U do?
Massie: Even IDK what I did… But I hate it. I've never talked back 2 a teacher b4.
Cam: What started it?
Massie: IDK Cam! U know what, never mind. I can't believe I texted u in the 1st place.
Cam raised an eyebrow and shook his head. He glanced back up and noticed Claire and Derrick who were drowned in each other's hair. He rolled his eyes and felt his phone vibrate. He, along with Kristen, Josh, Derrick and Claire, pulled out their phones.
Massie: I didn't mean for it to happen. :'(
Cam's eyes widened and he slowly straightened his head to lock eyes with everyone else. "Who texted you guys?"
"Massie," Josh murmured.
"She didn't mean for what to happen?" Kristen questioned, staring at her phone, and then looking back up at Claire and Derrick. "What happened to her?"
Claire and Derrick shared a nervous eye-lock. "Oh, we don't know."
"Maybe you do know," Cam muttered.
Everyone shot him looks. "What do you mean, Cam?" Derrick asked.
He and Derrick unwaveringly glared at each other. This was not the Derrick that Cam knew. Derrick wouldn't lie about anything. Derrick hadn't lied about anything. But Cam, to his defeat, was proved wrong.
"Nothing. Nothing, Derrick. Nothing at all." Without breaking the stare, he stood up and grabbed his bag. Finally, he turned around and stormed away.
Derrick gulped dry air. Cam was his best friend, but nowadays, it didn't even feel like it. It was like they were only acquaintances. Derrick didn't only want to be Cam's acquaintance. He stood up, Claire staring up at him. "Where are you going?" she squeaked, knowing where he was headed to.
He kept his focus on the back of Cam's jet-black-haired head. He caught up with him outside, under one of the trees that surrounded the school. "Cam!" he called.
He continued to stomp away until he was far from everyone else. He wheeled around and stared at Derrick. As he neared, he listened to what Cam was shouting.
"Are you and Claire official?"
That question was what made him stop. Are Claire and I official? he thought. They had kissed, and they'd been texting and calling each other relentlessly. But never had Claire claimed them official. But why was Derrick leaving Claire to dub them official? And why did it seem as if Derrick was being walked all over? All he wanted was for Claire to be happy, but she seemed to be getting a little too bossy. She was still sweet as hell, but so far, Derrick felt as if she was leading him to something that she wanted; all she needed.
Gah, it must be nothing, he thought. He's always overanalyzed everything, and he thought that he was doing the similar thing here.
"What?" he asked, nearing Cam slowly.
"You heard me," he said, "are you or are you not officially together?"
Derrick raised an eyebrow. "Why would you want to know? You're not planning on becoming a marriage counselor anytime soon, are you?"
"So that means that you are official then? If you're already thinking about marriage?"
"Cam, what's up with you?" he asked, irritated by Cam's questions.
"Oh, there's nothing wrong with me! But you? Yeah, I think there's something wrong with you."
"Cam, what—"
"You lied," Cam hissed.
A dark blonde eyebrow cocked. "What are you talking about, Cam?" he asked.
"You lied; you and Claire. You said that Massie stayed back in class—"
"Whoa, whoa, hold it!" Derrick stepped closer to Cam. "I said nothing. It was all Claire."
"Yeah, but you didn't tell the truth, otherwise!"
"Well, why should you care about Massie? And how do you know that she walked out?"
"She texted me."
Derrick's heart clenched. Massie texted Cam? CAM? Why not me? "What did she say?"
"Stuff. Things you don't need to know." He stood there, his build planted firmly on the ground. For a second, Derrick felt as if he was standing under the Eiffel Tower, or Big Ben. Cam had never loomed over anyone, especially Derrick, like this before.
There was something definitely going on with their friendship.
"Cam…" Derrick sighed.
"Derrick!" A thick-set girl squealed.
He looked towards her. Bethany was her name; Derrick had remembered her from the hallway, when she tried to catch up with him. "Bethany," he wearily said.
Her face lit up as she jiggled her way towards Derrick. Cam sighed and turned away.
"Hi, Derrick," she giggled, her pudgy cheeks shaking. "How are you today? I tried to talk to you earlier today in the hall, but you were heading off to class and didn't want to bother you."
"Um, Bethany," Derrick stammered, staring into her brown eyes, "Yeah, uh, I have something to do right now, and that is to talk to a friend of mine—"
"Are we friends?" she asked.
Derrick sighed. "Only if you promise to leave me alone," he joked. He hadn't really meant it, but Bethany's eyes flared with happiness and she was off, giggling with some of her other thicker friends.
"Cam…"
"Derrick, look, I'm sorry for what I said and all. I didn't mean it at all. It's just that… Well, Massie texted me instead of Claire or Kristen. I feel somewhat honored that she did. I don't know, but I'd love to be a good friend to Massie, and just to let you know, I know you love her. More than you do Claire. And I'm just watching out for you, if you do other things, you know? If you suddenly break up with Claire and go for Kristen or something. I don't know, okay? All I'm saying is watch yourself."
Derrick listened to what Cam had to say, and he found what Cam said true and real. And Derrick. He knew that he had to follow his intuition and break up with Claire, if they were in the phase that you could break up with your partner.
He sighed and asked, "All is forgiven, though, right?"
Cam nodded. "Just remember what I said. Chase after Massie and tell her how you feel. You may never get the chance again." He half-smiled and adjusted his bag on his back, walking away from Derrick again.
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