an: re-writing/editing this because I re-read it and caught a TON of errors that bothered me.

It was a bright, but windy, Saturday afternoon. The summer was starting to fade and the autumn was just about to begin. The leaves had already started to turn from green to yellow, orange, red and brown. Cam Fisher liked to feel the season's breeze against his flawless skin. He was sitting all alone on the front steps of Briarwood Academy, the school for the rich bastards. He wasn't waiting for anyone; he was just sitting there, enjoying the change of the seasons.

Cam Fisher had no idea that today wasn't only the start of the changing of the season, but the day that he would finally get over his ex-girlfriend, Claire Lyons, and the day that he would fall into the dangerous game of love, all over again.

But then again, Cam Fisher didn't know a lot of things.

Massie Block walked out of her house sporting her new white Ralph Lauren cardigan paired with a pair of black, straight-legged Versace pants and white Marc Jacobs ballet flats. She was also carrying her beloved dog, Bean, in her left arm, preparing her for her daily walk.

"Are you ready, Bean?" Massie questioned the pug.

Bean barked once which, according to Massie, meant yes.

"Good," Massie smiled.

"Massie," her mother, Kendra Block, called from inside the house.

"Yes?" Massie asked.

"Don't be out too long, the Lyons' will be here around five for dinner." Kendra said.

The Lyons.

Massie almost vomited on her mother. It's not that Massie didn't like all of them. Just their oldest and only daughter, Claire. Massie and Claire had once been best friends. But that was a long time ago. A time when the Lyons' lived in their guesthouse, when Massie was going out with Briarwood's male alpha and soccer star, Derrick Harrington and finally, a time when Massie was in love. But that time was long past.

Long story short, Claire Lyons had stolen Derrick from Massie six months previous.

Six months of pain.

Six months of torture.

Six months of nothing to live for.

But six months was a long enough time for Massie to learn something. Massie had learned not to give out her heart to anyone, because in the end, that person would break it.

You see, a heart is like glass. It's fragile and delicate and it can be broken. But hearts are also cold, dark and beautiful. Your heart allows you to feel love and be strong. But your heart cannot see through the illusions that other people may cause. Your heart allows you to be fooled into the dangerous game of love, where everything is at stake. You can lose anything at anytime. You could lose so much and gain so little. Love is an adorable illusion, one that everyone wants. But love is, and always has been, dangerous.

"Do they have to come?" Massie whined to her mother.

"Of course! The Lyons' are some of our dearest friends. And you and Claire used to be joined at the hip!" Kendra replied.

"Used to be," Massie said. "We're not anymore, and you know that."

"Whatever happened between you two? You were two peas in a pod," Kendra retorted.

"I'm just going to walk away from you now and pretend you didn't say that," Massie said quickly.

She abruptly turned and started to walk down her long driveway, tugging on Bean's leash.

"Hurry up Bean," Massie said, wanting to get away as quickly as possible. She hoped that the Lyons' wouldn't appear early as they always did. But if they happened to, she wanted to be far away from here. She glanced at her Coach watch.

It was only 3:27.

She quickened her pace a bit until she finally escaped the lush green lawn that had been beside her and onto the gray, cement sidewalk. She turned a sharp left, which led her towards Westchester Park. The park was dull, sure, but she was only giving Bean a walk, and the longer she was away from home, far from the chance of being seen by the Lyons, then she would be all right.

Massie entered the park about ten minutes later. The bright, sunny skies seemed to mock her, but Bean seemed to be enjoying it. This was probably going to be one of the last warm days that the summer would bring. School would start in a week's time and she still hadn't gone shopping for new clothes to wear.

Not that it mattered.

Massie didn't have many friends since the break up with Derrick. Alicia Rivera, also another one of Massie's ex-best friends, had decided to try to overthrow Massie again and she won. Though, Massie didn't put up a fight. Dylan and Kristen followed Alicia and left Massie to be alone, not wanting to be seen with an LBR. Claire left Massie before that.

Hell, she helped Alicia take over, clearly knowing that she would make a terrible alpha.

But it didn't really matter to Massie anymore. As long as she didn't have to deal with fake bitches, then she was totally fine.

Massie looked up at the trees because she was starting to grow bored. She saw that they were starting to shed their green leaves and shook her head.

Once, long ago, she would have probably at the mall hanging out with her 'friends' and surrounded by a group of envious girls that attended Octavian Country Day, the school for the rich bitches.

Massie was so deep into thinking about her past, that Bean had ripped her leash out of Massie's grasp and started to run, wanting to play more than anything else.

"Bean!" Massie shouted in frustration and surprise. "Come back here!"

The black pug only barked and ran faster.

"Bean! Bad dog!" Massie shouted again. "Bean! Stop!"

But bean didn't stop. Bean kept running and running and running until he had crossed the park and onto the campus of Briarwood Academy.

Massie's Marc Jacob clad feet tried to keep up, but only managed to fail. She'd been doing a lot of that lately. Once she had reached Briarwood's campus, Bean was out of sight.

"Bean!" Massie shouted. "Where are you?"

She sighed warily.

This was turning out to be a horrendous day.

"Bean!" she called again, but didn't get an answer.

She was starting to grow worried. What if someone had stolen Bean? What if that someone would cut her up and eat her? She started to panic, not wanting to think of those bad thoughts.

"Bean!" She cried out for one last time.

She scanned the blank lawn, searching for any sign of her black pug. But there was no need, because as she turned around, her eyes fell upon a boy with one blue eye and one green eye, shining brightly. And in his arms was Bean.

Cam was sitting on the front steps of Briarwood Academy, looking rather bored. Summer was almost over and he should have been hanging out with one of his friends, Josh, Kemp, Chris Plovert and Der-

He felt a shiver run down his spine as he was reminded that Derrick Harrington wasn't his friend anymore. Sadness and loss coursed through his veins, flowing quickly towards his heart as the face of Claire Lyons ran across his eyelids. Tears stung his eyes as he remembered her short, sweet kisses, platinum blond hair and clear, blue, innocent looking eyes.

But she wasn't innocent, he reminded himself, not one bit.

Derrick didn't try to take Claire from him, Claire had thrown herself at him, but Derrick hadn't fought against her. Cam knew that he wasn't the only one that Claire and Cam had hurt. He knew that only one person felt the way that he did about the two being together, but he didn't really want to talk to her in case she didn't want to talk about it.

You see, Cam Fisher was a sweet, polite boy who liked to think of other people's wants above his own. Except, of course, Derrick Harrington and Claire Lyons.

Cam shook his head, ruffling his hair as it fell perfectly above his eyes.

Stop thinking about her and that bastard, Cam thought to himself.

But as hard as he tried, he couldn't stop himself from it.

Then he heard a dog barking.

Cam lifted his head and looked at the grass all around him, but didn't see anything. It started to bark again and Cam looked down at his feet and saw a black pug.

"Hey little fella. Where'd you come from?" Cam asked.

"Bean!" Cam heard a girl shouting.

"Did you run away?" Cam asked the dog stupidly, not really expecting an answer.

Cam shook his head slightly as he heard the girl shouting again.

"Come on, puppy," Cam said, picking up the little black pug and walking towards the sound of the girls shouts.

Cam spotted a girl with glossy brunette hair and what looked like designer clothes.

Figures, Cam thought, she's one of them.

Cam didn't like those girls who wore designer clothes and acted like they were so much better than you even though they really weren't.

"Bean!" the girl shouted again. Her voice sounded very familiar, but he wasn't sure where he had heard it before.

The girl suddenly whirled around and Cam's one blue eye and one green eye met the girls panicked amber ones.

Cam realized that it was Massie. How could he ever forget someone like her? She was Claire's best friend. But he knew that that was no longer true after what Claire did to her. Cam liked Massie, once a long, long time ago, before he even set eyes on Claire. Memories flooded through both of their minds. Memories of their lost lovers and past pains. Cam noticed that the once fiery amber eyes of hers had dulled slightly since he had last seen her, what, six or seven months ago?

"Um…" Cam started, breaking their moment of silence, "is this your dog?"

That was a stupid question; of course it's her dog! Cam scolded himself silently.

But Massie didn't seem to notice the stupidity. She actually looked relieved.

"Thanks so much. Yeah, Bean just…ran away. I don't know what got into her." Massie replied, taking Bean out of Cam's arms.

She sniffed and almost choked as Cam's Drakkar Noir. Massie started to cough and dropped Bean onto the grass below.

"Are you all right?" Cam asked, putting his hand on Massie's back, patting it gently.

"Yeah," Massie replied as she stifled another cough.

"You sure?" Cam asked, not believing her.

"Yeah…I just…choked on my spit," Massie replied as a ghost of a smile met her lips.

Cam smirked.

Massie seemed to have changed dramatically since the last time he had seen her. She seemed to lose that bossy tone and that you-don't-deserve-to-touch-the-ground-I-walk-on matter that she once had-one that showed that she was better than him and everyone else in the world.

They stood silently for a while, not sure of what to do or what to say.

"So what's new with you Cam? I haven't seen you since…" but Massie's voice drifted off, not wanting to continue her sentence.

Cam seemed to understand.

"I've been better," Cam replied. "How about you?"

"Eh," Massie shrugged her shoulders, "I wish life was…happier."

Cam nodded.

The skies seemed to darken and the clouds looked tinted gray. It seemed to happen when Massie was looking for Bean and didn't notice the sky had changed.

Light drops of water fell on Massie's and Cam's faces, but they didn't move.

Massie looked at her Coach watch again.

It was 4:22.

"Shoot," Massie muttered.

"What?" Cam asked.

"I have to go," Massie said.

"Why?" Cam asked, hoping that it wasn't because of him.

"I have to get to dinner before my mom kills me. The Lyons' are coming over," Massie said Lyons like her mother would say fat people.

"Oh," Cam replied, automatically thinking about how Massie could be in the same room with Claire and not kill her.

Massie faintly smiled at Cam.

"It was…nice seeing you again, Fisher," said Massie, and she turned away from him, picking up Bean. She started to walk away from him as it started to pour. She looked so graceful walking away from him.

Then she slipped.

"Ahh!" Massie screamed.

"Shit," Cam muttered under his breath as he raced down to her.

I hope I don't get a concussion, Massie thought to herself as she waited for her head to hit the ground.

But it never did.

Instead, Massie felt warm arms wrap themselves around her small waist and hold her up. Cam cradled her body like it was the most precious thing in the world as Bean jumped off of Massie's thin body and sat obediently on the ground beside the two. It felt so nice to simply hold her.

Green and blue met amber and Massie seemed to melt into Cam's warm body. She liked it. But he might not, she thought.

"Sorry," she said to him, "I'm such a klutz."

It took about two seconds for Cam to register her words because he was staring so intently into her amber eyes.

"Oh. Don't worry about it. At least your not like Olivia and…" Cam's voice faded and his eyes seemed distant.

Massie smirked lightly.

"Um…could you let me up now?" Massie asked.

"Huh?" Cam asked, who had not realized that he was still holding her. "Oh! Yeah, sorry."

Massie smiled.

"It's okay," she said.

The two stood staring at each other awkwardly. Neither wanted to walk away. Not because they felt attracted to each other, but they felt a sort of connection between each other that didn't seem to be there before.

"Soft kiss and wine, what a pretty friend of mine, we're finally intertwined, nervous and shy for the moment we will come alive tonight," Massie's phone sang.

"Sorry," Massie said, picking up her phone. "Hello?"

"Massie, where are you?" her mother asked her in a voice so calm that Massie knew that she was angry with her.

"I'm on my way home," Massie lied.

"Could you please hurry up, dear? The Lyons have been here for almost half an hour now and we're all waiting for you," Kendra informed her.

"Yes, I'm coming," Massie said, hanging up before her mother could say anymore to her in that sickly sweet tone.

"What's up?" Cam asked her, not really wanting her to leave him.

"I have to get home for the dinner with someone I really don't want to have dinner with. I have to get home," Massie replied. "My moms sort of mad at me even thought it's only like four something."

"Oh. Well do you want me to give you a ride?" Cam asked politely.

"You can't drive, you're only fourteen," Massie pointed out.

"Yeah, well, that's what a bike is for," Cam replied with a smirk.

Massie smiled back at him.

"I'd appreciate it. Just let me put Bean in my purse," she said as she lifted Bean and put her into her bag.

Cam led Massie to his bike and told her to get on. After she did, they rode in silence to Massie's house in the pouring rain, hoping not to slip.

Massie slid her arms around Cam's waist and held on tightly. The only other time she had done this was with Derrick, and she didn't want to think about him. He felt so warm against her.

Cam felt warmer as Massie pressed her body against his wet back. He liked the way Massie's arms felt wrapped around his waist and, even though it was raining, Cam could smell the scent of her intoxicating Marc Jacobs perfume.

Did he like Massie?

No, he couldn't have. He wouldn't be able to. And most importantly, he didn't want to. He didn't want to get hurt again. He didn't want to have no one to turn to again. He didn't want to lose anything anymore. He didn't want to put his heart into the most dangerous game.

When they finally arrived, Massie was drenched and so was Cam.

"Sorry you're so wet," Massie said as she slipped off of his bike.

"It's not your fault," Cam shrugged.

Massie smiled sweetly at him.

"Thanks for the ride," Massie said.

"No problem," Cam replied.

"You should get home and change before you get sick," Massie said before she turned away from him.

He stared at her as she swung her hips like she was part of a seductive dance.

"Massie!" Cam called.

She turned.

"Yeah?" She asked.

"If you ever want to talk…about…well, if you just want to talk, you can call me," Cam said.

Massie smiled at him.

"I will," she replied.

And Cam Fisher watched her walk away as the rain fell around him.

Bah. That chapter ending sucked. Thanks Kai *inserthearthere* for reading the first bit for me.