AN: Okay, so I have absolutely no ideas for this story. Seriously. I really don't like writing it anymore, and basically I only like reading Clique anymore. But no one seems to like Massington or Cassie as much anymore… which makes me sad… DEAR PEOPLE: PLEASE WRITE CASSIE & MASSINGTON ONE SHOTS AND IT WILL MAKE DEAR LITTLE DEVON VERY HAPPY (:
kthnx.
Oh – the cookie thing. That was just me… wanting a cookie. Uh, yeah. SO.
Also I don't know if I cleared up the Whitney – Claire thing. But I hate Claire. HATE, HATE, HATE HER. I hate Claire/Cam. I hate Claire/Derrick. I hate Claire/Josh. Claire sucks, in my opinion. So.. I just took her out. But I will make references to her… please notice "poor, Ked wearing, ugly, girl."
Disclaimer is the same as always. So just back one chapter if you wanna see that.
Choate Rosemary Hall
Derrick's Point of View
Outside the Cafeteria
12:21 P.M.
"Umm… no offense, Derrick, but why do you want a cookie so badly?"
"Good question. I don't really want one anymore…frickin figures, the minute I find you, and I find someone who might actually go with me to get a cookie, I don't even want one anymore. So, I guess I'll see you later. Bye, Mass."
"Well, I would have had to change anyway." Massie said giggling under her breath, maybe from the disbelief that I just ran into her and ruined her clothes. I bet she's really mad at me.
"Oh, sorry about that. Are you mad at me? I promise I'll pay for them. Wait! I can take you shopping instead! YEAH! Let me take you!"
Massie laughed, and cocked an eyebrow. "Shopping? You actually want to go shopping with a girl, who will probably spend at least three hours there?"
"Good point. Well I'm just going to go back to my room now. But seriously, if you want me to pay for your clothes, I will." I turned around, ready to go back to my room, when Massie was by my side all of a sudden.
"Wanna do something, instead? I'd have to change. But I'm bored. So… wanna?" She looked at me, expectantly.
"Does it include Ricky?"
"That thing? No way! I swear to God, it's like he wants to attack me now that I talk to other guys." She rolled her eyes. "Anyway, so you want to?"
"Yeah, sure, I'll go with you to your dorm too. I have nothing else to do."
"Uh, okay, but you can't go in my room while I'm changing…"
I could feel my face turning red, and heating up. "I…I… I didn-n-n-'t meant it like that. I just meant I would… g-g-g-o up there with you." Real smooth, Harrington.
Massie just laughed. "I got that. I was just joking." She cracked a smile, at my expense, and started pulling me by the arm to her dorm. Guess this day could get better.
Choate Rosemary Hall
Whitney's Point of View
Outside, somewhere
12:30
"So, Cam, how's our plan going?" I said, taking a sip of my vanilla bean Starbucks frappachino.
"Derrick is so lost in his own world, I swear. He was just in our room flinging things around, looking for a cookie. I have absolutely no idea where he was going to find a cookie in my closet… but he's Derrick. Personally, I think he's doing great. I mean, he talks to her somewhat."
"Yeah… Massie's still a little stuck on the whole family thing. She's a real loyal – OHMYGOD. Look!" Whitney pointed to Massie and Derrick talking to each other, Derrick's face turning bright red. Then Massie pulled Derrick away. "Look at her clothes! Covered with coffee! And Derrick's holding the cup! If she's not pissed at that, she definitely likes him."
"That's good, cause they're both smiling."
"That just makes our plan so much easier."
Choate Rosemary Hall
Massie's Point of View
Billings (Her Dorm)
12:40
I almost stuck a fingernail in my mouth, a dirty habit she almost picked up from that poor, Ked wearing, ugly blonde girl. I shook all memories of her out of her head. I held up an Escada floral print tunic, and white skinny jeans. I also pulled out a Ralph Lauren Black Label Brianne print tunic, the blue color calling to her. I pulled the soft shirt over my head, and pulled on the skinny jeans. Pulling on Valentino black paten pumps, I grabbed her Juicy Couture silver hobo bag, dropping everything in it. Frowning at my lack of cell phone, still, I left the room, quietly closing the door behind me. Derrick was patiently staring at the ceiling.
"What… are you doing?" I asked, looking at him strangely.
"You realize that the ceiling in here is really, really white?" Derrick said
"Thanks for noticing. So, wanna leave now?" Derrick lowered his head, and looked at me, smiling.
"Yeah! Where are we going to go?" I laughed in my head at his enthusiastic response. He reminded me of my parent's old hyper golden retriever, before she was put to sleep and I got Bean.
"I actually don't know, you chose."
"How about we just walk around the town, and find somewhere to go. Did you get a weekend pass to leave campus?"
"I have one for every weekend. Don't you?"
"Yeah… some kids don't … whatever that's boring to talk about. LET'S GO, ALREADY!" Derrick pulled me of the building before I could even respond, and he was pulling me down the street as I laughed. Maybe I could actually be with him. Screw my family!
Um, I know it wasn't good. Leave me alone. IDEAS PLEASE?!