AN: So first chapter and I'm not so sure how I feel about it...I had a bit of a writer's block typing this which is actually really sad considering this is the first chapter butttttt yeah I don't have any good excuses.

Friday

English: Period 7

Massie sighed as she continued to gaze at the back of Cam Fisher's barmy jet black mane. Stop it. You can't feel this way towards your best friend's boyfriend. The thought of a certain shaggy haired blonde goalie suddenly leapt into her head. Derrick. Things just aren't the same as they used to be. Our relationship within the last four months went into sudden turmoil: from the constant arguing, ignoring calls or texts, or the perpetual annoyance with each other's presence, it all was all becoming too much. She thought to herself dejectedly.

"Helllooooo, Massie?" said Claire, waving her pen in Massie's face. Jarring her out of her thoughts.

"Hmmm?" Massie asked, only half listening.

"What's up with you? You seem kinda out of it lately." Claire noted conspicuously.

"Oh...um, nothing. Just a lot on my mind is all." Massie's guilt rocketing.

"What is it?" Claire pressed, cocking her head to the side.

"Just something with Derrick, let it go C. " Massie shrugged with insipidity, making sure to end the last fragment harshly.

"Oh really?" Claire deadpanned, "You can't just drop a bomb like that and not expect me to ask again later." Raising an eyebrow.

Massie rolled her eyes, dismissing Claire off with a wave of her perfectly manicured hand. She turned her head to the front of the class, pretending to tune into the monotonous toned English teacher that just droned on and on. Massie glanced at the clock, counting the seconds until the bell rang.

"Now class, I know summer is coming up, but that gives you no reason to-"

3...2...1…

BRIINNNGGGGGGG

Thank god Massie muttered under her breath, not knowing what she would do in this death hole of a class, not to mention Claire's intense stare.

Massie's POV:

Walking to art class, I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding. I liked art. Mostly because I got to spend some alone time with Cam without Claire eyeing me suspiciously. I found my way to my usual seat across from him. He snapped his head up at the sound of the chair screeching against the tile; looking up at me with his unique-charming eyes that I always seemed to get sucked into.

"Hey" he greeted me softly.

"Hi there" I replied back coyly, my cheeks tinged with pink.

Chuckling lightly, Cam scooted closer. His cologne soon engulfing me in a warm embrace.

"Oh before I forget, how does Slice of Heaven sound tonight?" he asked coolly.

I stared at him with my eyebrows furrowed together, "Just the two us?" I question, my heart rate quickening.

Cam shrugged, "Yeah, why not?".

"I mean, what about Claire and Derrick" I said slowly, almost as if I was talking to a five year old. Cam looked taken aback a bit, almost as if he forgot about them.

"Well it's not a date, just a friendly get together." He reasoned.

My lips found their way to a small smile, but it soon vanished when the realization hit me.

"Shit, I can't" sighing, I propped my elbows against the table and slumped my shoulders, "The girls and I are having a movie night." I mentally slapped myself for being the one who planned the get together.

Cam ruffled his hair in exasperation, "Damn, that's too bad. Maybe next week?" he offered.

"Definitely." I flashed him a warm reassuring smile.

His features softened as he dug through his North Face backpack in search for his drawing assignment. I reached down for my Chloe 'Dilan' tote, sifting through my much neater bag for my sketch of Bean.

I carefully pulled it out from where it was previously wedged between: Luna bars and old homework. I set it down on the table and peered at Cam's picture. A lump caught in my throat when I realized it was a drawing of him and Claire holding hands.

"Wow, that's um...that's pretty amazing. Who knew a varsity soccer player could have an artistic side" I managed to wheeze out teasingly. I wasn't lying though, the sketch was notably realistic.

"Oh this?" He asked, laughing a bit before he replied gingerly, "I was planning to give it to Claire for our anniversary coming up." He replied while bashfully rubbing his neck.

"I think she'll really like it" I said quietly. I pinched my thigh painfully hard, resisting the urge to grab the drawing and rip it into a million pieces.

"Well gracias señorita, yours isn't too shabby either."

I looked from mine to his and couldn't help but to burst out laughing. It looked like someone put one of Van Gogh's sketches next to a three year old's interpretation of a dog. Cam shortly joined me in my laugh attack, soon we couldn't even control our crack-up, it just ended with us trying to catch our breath.

"What are we laughing at again?" Cam asked with a goofy grin plastered on his face

"Who knows" I replied back shrugging with an identical look. I grabbed my IPhone from the back pocket of my True Religion high waisted jeans to check the time, and my reflection of course. Fuck, there was only five minutes left of class and I haven't got any work done. Noticing there was six new text messages from the PC group chat, I instantly opened them.

Alicia: Mass, what time are we coming over tonight? (1:56)

Alicia: Oh my god answerrrr, I wanna go visit Nina after school but I need to know if I'll have time or not (2:03)

Alicia: Why the hell isn't Massie checking her god damn phone, I swear she looks at it every minute of the day except for eighth period (2:22)

Kristen: Doesn't she have art rn? (2:30)

Dylan: Yeah, she's prob trying to get paint out of her hair or something (2:32)

Claire: That girl kills me I swear (2:32)

I rolled my eyes out of annoyance and replied hastily.

Massie: Just come at 7:30. You'll have time Alicia, make sure you say hi to Nina's new fake tits for me. Oh and Dylan, I would never use paint in the first place, way too risky (2:34)

Cam cleared his throat and pointed to the electric clock hanging on the wall. There was only thirty seconds left and I was the only one still sitting, I shot him a thankful look. I speedily shoved the drawing back in my purse and thrust my phone back into my pocket.

"Shall we?" I ask pointing to the door once the bell rang.

"We indeed shall." he responded holding his arm out, which I more than willingly linked my arm around. We skipped down the hallway facetiously, laughing the entire way to the eighth grade locker bank; not even noticing BOCD's finest gossiper Layne Abley snatch a picture of us.

Once we detached arms and our laughter subsided, I smoothed my chestnut curls back into place and looked up only to meet clear baby blue orbs along with confused brown puppy-dog ones.

AN: Yeah that was a really long Massie P.O.V., next chapter it'll have some variety I promise! And if you didn't enjoy that, sorry! But if you did, please leave me a review and maybe some suggestions you would prefer :)). Well thats it for now, until then lovelies! MWAHHHHH

~XOXO Ally