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Massie Block entered the prestigious halls of Briarwood Academy, her heart pounding in her ears. She was more scared to go into the school that she'd been attending for the past several years than her first day of entering Kindergarten. What she was scared of, she wasn't aware of. As she walked down the path that opened up, she realized one thing: she had no friends. Not anymore. She waited for Derrick yesterday, he never showed. He didn't send one single text. She hated jumping to conclusions-maybe he had a good reason.
But still, she thought to herself, he promised to text every hour. And he had been consistent with that until 4:00, his designated time arrival. She sighed as she opened her locker door. It was empty, metaphorically speaking. It was still piled high with her class textbooks and notebooks and random notes of paper that Kristen and Claire jammed into it through the locker's holes. Her face dragged down as she frowned deeper. She grabbed her biology notebook and textbook and stuffed it into her JanSport plaid bag.
She slammed her locker door shut and continued to walk down the halls. To her left, girls whispered to each other about Massie and Derrick and about Kristen. She stopped and looked to her left.
Kristen?
"So," a blond goes, "I heard that Kristen and Derrick were caught by Mr. Myner in a lip-lock after school yesterday." She nodded with her eyes wide.
A girl with rectangular-framed glasses gasped slightly and said, "Really? But isn't she with that Josh kid? And Derrick with Massie?"
The blond shook her head. "Apparently not. Mr. Myner saw them getting all hot 'n' heavy while he was walking to his car."
The third girl, someone with coarse, curly hair that was tied into a tight ponytail asked, "But Derrick's in a relationship with Claire Lyons, remember?"
The blond shook her head vigorously, "No, no, no, they broke up at the dance because-"
"Because he went with Massie to the hospital!" Glasses-Girl whisper-shrieked.
Curly-Hair's jaw dropped. "Their lives are way better than L.C's. Not even Skye Hamilton is getting all of this action, and she's the alpha."
The blond shrugged and added, "Oh, and did you hear that Claire's in the Pretty Committee now?"
Curly-Hair nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I did hear that! At the dance, Skye and she were talking."
The blond smirked and twirled a strand of yellow-blond hair around her index finger. "They should have a soap opera time slot or something. They're way better than The Young and the Restless."
Glasses-Girl nodded and snapped her gum. "Or Glee, and I love, love, love Glee."
Massie listened in for a couple of seconds more, trying finding anything else out. And it's not like she was being a prude-they were talking about her life. She sighed and turned onto a vacated bench. She sat on it and began contemplating about the things she heard. Things were stranger than it had been. Since she had caught Chris Plovert cheating on her with Alicia Rivera, things had gotten twistier and had become a sort of adventure for her. She thought she still liked Connor, she thought she had a thing for Derrick, she thought she had a thing with Derrick, she thought that Kristen and Claire were her friends, but she didn't have any contact with them for a whole week. The only people that were there, Cam and Josh, weren't there now. Connor was deep in serious damage and Antoinette was nowhere to be found. Her face fell into her opened palms and she shook her head. She needed to scream. She needed to cry. She needed someone.
She ticked it off in her head:
Chris cheated on me, Connor was beaten half to death, Derrick is a manwhore, Claire's joined the dark side, Kristen backstabbed me, my parents are never there for me when I need them, Cam and Josh aren't around to talk to, Antoinette probably went back to where she originally lived... There's no one left but me.
Tears spilled over and rolled down her cheeks. She covered her mouth with her hand and buried her face into her bag. What was happening to her life? Who was doing this? Why did she deserve this? She had done nothing wrong to anyone. So why was her life turning upside down?
She clamped her teeth together and cradled herself into a ball on the bench. She thought she heard someone calling her name, but it was all just a blur to her then. She didn't hear anyone anymore. She couldn't even hear herself. She felt someone's hand on her forehead. And then it disappeared, and again felt it on her neck. A faint calling of her name. Another faint calling of her name. The voice sounded familiar. She wanted to call out to that person. She wanted to tell him everything. She wanted to hug him and tell him to not worry. That everything was going to be alright. That his/her life was fine the way it was.
And if she could say that to someone, why didn't she believe it?
Her ears vibrated with the sound of a pen clicking, faster, faster... A bird swooping down low with high velocity, triggering a squirrel from below to scuttle away, acorns concealed in it's mouth. Massie thought she smiled at that. Lucky squirrel; he could go whenever danger came. She heard the slightest of things after that: someone was taking her temperature. A clink of teeth, her teeth, going against glass. The light footsteps of a woman. Humming, humming of a soft-voiced woman. John Lennon? Eric Clapton? Billy Idol? A door creaking open. Whispers, murmurs. The person who came in looked at her. Massie could feel his eyes on her, lingering over her, wondering what was wrong with her. She felt like magic. She knew what was happening without really knowing.
Was this how it felt like to be Harry Potter? Or Alex? Or Sabrina?
In her head, she was happy. In her head, she was fine. In her head, she was with Derrick. And it was he who was rubbing soothing circles into her hand. And it was him who was murmuring consoling words into her ear, telling her that he loved her, telling her that everything was going to turn out perfectly.
But it was just in her head.
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Kristen looked at Derrick and raised an eyebrow. He had just told her that if David Beckham were to get into a fist fight with Kobe Bryant, David would win. Kristen shook her head and chuckled. "Wrong. You're wrong. You. Are. Wrong. First of all, in soccer, the only thing you do is kick the ball-"
"Unless you're the goalie," he reminded her.
Kristen nodded, "Yeah, but Beckham isn't. And since Beckham only kicks the ball, hence sock-er, he only works his calves and whatever's below the waist out. And since Bryant is a basketball player which requires him throwing and shooting the ball into the hoop, of course, he'd have better arm strength, don't you conclude?"
Derrick shook his head. "You know, Kris, you're too smart for your own good. It's kind of scary. I would never have thought of that."
Kristen chuckled. "Derrick, you are smart, you just hate thinking." She smirked and went back to her homework.
Derrick shook his head, half-smilling. It was different being with Kristen. He could talk about soccer with her. He could talk sports with her. She knew what he was trying to get at. But at the same time, being with Kristen wasn't like being with Massie. Derrick didn't just talk sports. He talked life. And with Kristen, he could never get that from her.
Kristen looked up at him. "What's up with you? Why are you so quiet?"
Derrick shrugged. He leaned in and kissed her lips and she fell into him.
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Josh sighed and looked over at Cam who was staring into the pond. He ran a hand through his hair. "I really like Kristen, Cam," he murmured. "And I thought she really liked me, too. I thought that... I thought that we had something going on."
Cam shrugged. "I thought the same thing. Y'know... Derrick's nice and all, but seriously, he's just coming to me as a pain in the ass. He can never just... be with Massie. He's supposed to be with her. Not Claire."
Josh pulled a random, long strand of grass from next to him. "Or Kristen. I thought Derrick was our friend. Why is he... Why did he take our girls?" He tossed the weed of grass into the air. It twirled several times, battered by the wind. It came tumbling down and gracefully landed on Josh's shoe. He shook it off and repeated the process.
Cam sighed heavily again. He ran a hand through his hair and broke off a piece of bread and threw it into the pond. He watched as ducks gathered around it, nibbling and poking to see if it was all right. There was a one white, valiant duck that went straight to it and caught it into it's mouth.
Josh half-smiled. He wished that he was like that. That he could just go for it. But he couldn't. He really liked Kristen. He didn't love her, but he knew that there could be a chance for it. He sighed.
Why can't Kristen just like me back? Why did Derrick have to come back? Why does Derrick have to be so perfect? Why was it always, always Derrick?
Cam groaned and lay back, resting his head on his arms. "I don't think I liked Claire, dude," he mumbled.
Josh looked at him in confusion. "What do you mean?" he inquired. "You've been in love with her since the third grade, when you dropped your milk in the lunch room and she picked it up for you."
Cam shook his head. "I think I fell in love with the idea of falling in love. Like that Uncle Jesse guy from Full House. I think I only liked Claire because I kept assuming things; I kept thinking that we were good for each other. I kept planning it all out, how she was going to react, how we were going to get married." He scratched his chin. "I think... I think that I don't like her. No. No, I know that I don't like her. At all."
Josh's frown deepened. He understood what Cam said. He did talk about the future more than he talked about Claire herself at the moment. "I get it, man, I get what you're trying to say. I mean, it's good that you don't like her. She's... She's in the 'Pretty Committee', dude, the Pretty Committee," he spat.
Cam chuckled and threw a piece of bread at him. "What if, maybe, just maybe, we were to work out? Don't you think that I should get that chance?"
Josh shook his head in disagreement. "Nah, dude, Claire? I mean, I guess she's alright and whatever, blah, blah, blah, but she's so... insecure. I mean, chasing after Derrick like that? And... backstabbing her best friends? Who does that? Seriously, you're too good for her, Cammie boy." He nodded in the direction of a dark-haired girl with glasses. "Her, Cam, Nikki Dalton. I like her. She likes you. And she's hot. Save for the glasses."
Cam rolled his eyes and again chucked the bread at him. "Dude, I don't just date a girl for how hot they are. I mean, it's a great plus, but I date them because they're genuine and sweet and they actually like me."
Josh chuckled, "And don't care that you're clingy?"
Cam scowled at him and turned again to face "Nikki Dalton". She was with a friend, someone with bushy hair that was tied back and she wore a football helmet with a tutu. Nikki chuckled at something her friend said and Cam smiled.
Josh watched his best friend watch Nikki. He chortled and said, "Ooooh, someone's checking his future wife out!"
Cam whipped an arm towards him and that made Josh laugh ever harder. "Dude, shut up, she could hear you!"
Josh cradled his stomach and fell back laughing. Cam rolled his eyes and again went back to observing Nikki. She was sitting on the cement bench, pulling off pieces of bread and feeding it to the ducks. He smiled to himself and went back to kicking Josh.
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I paid Massie a visit today. Insert smile here. She was in the Nurse's Office. She fainted in the morning. Witnesses said that she went to her locker and continued to go the a bench and cry to herself. I wonder what she was thinking about? Probably that she didn't have anyone anymore and that she regretted breaking up with me. Ha. Well, Massie, I, Christopher Lawrence Plovert, promise you that you will get me.
And when we get together, we'll run away to a cabin in the woods where no one can bother us. We'll make love by the fireplace and we'll have twenty-two babies together. They'll love us both for being amazing parents. And they'll all fall in love and be happy. And even when we're 44-years-old, we'll still be making love to each other. Because that's how strong our love is. Oh, Massie, I can't wait to have you in my arms again.
But anyway, back to visiting Massie: she was laying there looking like a perfect angel. She was whimpering though, while she said a name. It wasn't mine, however. It was Derrick's. Ugh. That manwhore. I hear that he's with Kristen now. They were caught in a heavy make-out session, apparently. Derrick's been getting too much action. Why? He doesn't deserve all of that. Hopefully he hasn't kissed Massie yet. Only I can kiss her. I hate that Massie doesn't know what it's like to be with me. I'm probably the best person she's ever kissed. Oh, Massie. I need you, Massie, why don't you understand that?
... She was laying there... I touched her arm. She was cold. I sat down next to her. It was like good times. I murmured comforting words into her ear, hoping she would hear me and remember me and wake up to me. She didn't. The nurse walked in before I could touch my lips to Massie's, just to see how it would feel again. When she walked in, she was about to call for security. Good thing there was a jar of Q-Tips that I smacked her with. Ha. That showed her. She knocked out cold and I only kissed Massie's cheek. But it's fine. The day I get Massie back from Derrick's evil clutches, I could kiss her all day long. Like that Lionel Richie song.
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Kelsey is here. She's my favorite stripper. She looks a lot like Massie. And she brings me my drugs. The things I need to hallucinate and pretend that the girl I'm fucking is Massie. But with Kelsey, I don't need that. She does it all for me. I can't wait to get with Massie. Ask her to perform for me like Kelsey does. Well, I'll be off.
P.S: Antoinette... she needs to die. And I think I need to pay Connor a little visit. Plus Derrick's little sister. Dana. She's sexy. I'll touch her first. Haha.
an: ... it's getting really gruesome guys. and this story... i'm sorry if you think i'm dragging it out. but i do have a plan. it's actually only several more chapters left and we're done. it's going to be my first ever completed story. hopefully i can finish all of this soon and then get a move on with symphonies of the overdosed. xP excuse my lack of grammar skills, guys. sorry .
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