MASSIE

"You really wouldn't marry Derrick Harrington?"

"No!" she exclaimed. "It's nawt like he's my soul mate. We're nawt even really in love."

"I'm kidding," Olivia Ryan scoffed. "Like you'd tie yourself down like that."

"Exactly." She'd spun on her heel and took off down the hall, her Blahniks click-clacking. She never saw Olivia press a button on her phone and tuck it into her pocket with an evil smile on her face.

Two hours later, she found herself in the worst fight she'd ever been in, and that included the horrible battles that had torn the Pretty Commitee apart.

"You don't love me?" Derrick fluttered his eyes in disbelief.

"I-I-what?"

"Olivia Ryan sent the recording to me." He dug his cheap Motorola out of his pocket and pressed play.

Massie's voice rang out through the parking lot. More than a few students stopped and stared at them. "I- you know she wants you! She-she Photoshopped it or something!" she protested desperately.

"No I didn't." Olivia slipped smoothly out from behind Derrick's flashy new Ferrari. "And you know it." She wrapped herself around Massie's boyfriend and kissed him. And he kissed her back.

She knew she should leave, but she couldn't make herself move.

"At least I know she loves me." Derrick shrugged, slinging a casual arm around Olivia's shoulders. "And guess what?"

"What?" Her eyes were blazing, and she knew her cheeks matched, but she couldn't care less.

"Face it, Block, without me, you're nothing. You'll go down faster than Olivia Ryan will shoot up." And they walked away, hand in hand. In front of the entire student body.

Massie Block was going down.