Title: wicked games
Genres: drama, drama, drama.
Main Pairings: claire/derrick, massie/derrick
Side Pairings: hints of massie/kemp. implied derrick/everyone lol
Warnings: language, language, and excess language. mature themes [in various forms; innuendo, dirty talk, propositions, mentions and references to sex, etc. etc.] if you don't think you're mature enough for this story, you probably aren't. this is a warning. if you send me a flame about how sick this is, i will probably laugh. mentions of drug and substance use. dark!massington, as in pseudo-incest. yes, you read that right. incest. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. life-ruining rich kids with nothing better to do but ruin people's lives.
Overall Rating: t for now. like only now, after this chapter, i might have to bump it up to M.
Credit & Disclaimer: i do not own the clique, obvi.
Summary: Derrick Harrington, playboy. Massie Block, queen bitch. Claire Lyons, new girl. The posh lifestyle of the rich and privileged in Westchester affords the luxury of games for the teens. Only this time, the stakes are higher. / "You're saying you want to play?" A slow smirk. "You're on." /AU/
Author's Note: think… the clique with cruel intentions and gossip girl characterizations thrown in there too for the fun of it.

READ THE WARNINGS BEFORE YOU START, okay?
if you're scandalized by something that was in my warnings, it's not my fault.

bring your love baby; i could bring my shame

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derrick;

Derrick Harrington drummed his fingers against the wheel of his one true love. He coasted the winding roads of Westchester with a sharp turn and a smirk. While he would definitely miss the beauty, the parties, and the girls of the French Riviera, there was no place like home, as Dorothy would say. It was nice to be back on the familiar roads, among the familiar green, with the familiar shops and houses and people. And most importantly, being home meant being reunited with his baby.

His Ferrari. 599 GTB Fiorano. Featuring a V12 engine with a max of 620 PS and the most powerful road car of all time.

At that thought, he tapped his dashboard in another loving gesture at the happy purring of four hundred thousand dollars' worth of Italian engineering at its finest.

But not only that, home also offered his favorite form of entertainment.

Derrick screeched past the gates of his estate and parked his car haphazardly on the driveway. Slamming his car door shut, he tossed his keys into the air, catching it and tapping the house code in. He hated waiting for the help to answer the door.

The slamming of the front door echoed in the empty foyer and announced his arrival with a bang. No one stirred.

Not surprising, the estate spanned over eight thousand square feet, but it was noon and he knew just where for find her at this time. Derrick strolled past the hall and kitchen and out the backdoors into his sprawling backyard. The pool house was past his manicured soccer field so Derrick shed his sports blazer carelessly.

He spotted them by the pool. Sunbathing. Nice.

Derrick approached, trailing his eyes from the tips of their painted toes, up their shapely legs, their flat stomachs, to their tanned breasts. Nothing he hadn't seen before and tame compared to the girls in the French Riviera, but Derrick never refused what was offered.

He stopped in front of their lounge chairs, blocking their sun.

"Ladies," he grinned.

Alicia snapped her head up and groaned. She turned to Massie. "Your prodigal brother returns."

"Nice to see you too, Rivera," Derrick smiled. "Get your snatch checked out after Spain?"

Alicia slapped her sunhat on with a huff and scowled under her shade.

They weren't really siblings. It made him roll his eyes every time anyone referenced them as related. They were siblings through marriage. Kendra Block had married Charles Harrington two months after her divorce to William Block. It had been quite the scandal.

Especially when Charles had been considered reclusive in the forms of dating for years until Kendra had swept in, caught his eye, and snagged him. They had a 'whirlwind romance' where Kendra had swept onto the estate, redone, remodeled, expanded the whole place, and threw the wedding of the century right on the very field he had just strolled past. She and her daughter Massie moved in immediately after the honeymoon and around the time he and Massie were starting their sophomore year of high school.

Plus, they 'dated' in middle school and that shit would be fucked up.

His stepsister, Massie, rolled over onto her back and propped her head up at him. She slid her sunglasses down her hair and over her face and pursed her lips. "What do you want, Harrington?"

Hmm, Massie always was touchy around mixed company.

He shrugged carelessly, knocked her legs off her chaise, and plopped down next to her. "It's my homecoming; I thought you'd be nicer now that we've finally reunited."

Massie tilted her head and Derrick could just picture her rolling her eyes behind her sunglasses. "How was Monaco?"

"Grand. I can hardly remember any of it," he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. It had been a wild ride. Massie smirked at his remark and scooted up her chaise, tucking her long legs under her. "How was Paris?"

"Beautiful," Massie sighed, gazing off into the distance. She turned back to him at his raised brow though. "And more poignant than your crusade to fuck a girl in every port landing of the coast."

Derrick gave her a roguish grin. It was just like Massie to play innocent.

"At least I have a positive attitude about my habits, Block," he reclined back, leaning on his arms. He watched her for a moment. "I heard you and Kemp broke up," he stated flippantly, stealing her Long Island ice tea from the table beside her. Mmm, heavy on the rum, just like he liked it.

"Old news," Massie said, examining her nails, but Derrick could tell that she was actually bothered. It was in the sudden stiffening of her posture and the bite in the tone of her voice. He refrained from smiling wider.

"Yeah?" he asked with raised brows. "Because I think I distinctly remember you saying 'He just might be the one.'"

Alicia gave a tinkling laugh and Massie scowled at her friend. Alicia was in the firm belief that you wouldn't be finding 'the one' in high school… or in Westchester. She took pride in only fucking foreign exchange students.

"Well, he got boring," Massie said nonchalantly. Derrick watched her pick at her manicure and examine her nails for the fiftieth time today probably.

"Well, I'd appreciate it if you weren't working your way through all my friends."

Massie kicked out at him with her bare feet to show her appreciation for that comment. He caught her foot before she could cause damage. Massie huffed and shoved the glasses off her face so he could see her glare.

Derrick let it drop. He'd get the details from Kemp later.

Keeping her feet propped up against his lap, Massie leaned back against her chaise and stretched out, raising her arms above her head and arching her back. Derrick knew from the twinkle in her eye that he had been caught staring at the curve of her chest. Massie left her leg propped on his lap, and to anyone else eye's was just getting comfortable, but Derrick knew better.

Massie liked to play. He bit down on his devilish smile. Derrick had missed this during vacation.

She propped her free leg up near her chest and tilted her head to the side, relaxing back into her chaise and soaking up the sun. All it did was mold her bikini bottoms to her crotch.

"Word came from the parental units," he told her. Partly to watch her drop her leg back down instantly at the mention and partly to remind her of the wickedness of what she was doing. As much as Derrick liked to play too, he also liked to remind Massie how sick they were. It was a sure fire way to rattle her and also a sure fire way to remind himself not to touch her. Derrick pried his sight from between her legs to her amber eyes to watch them darken at his words.

"Oh? How is your drug-addicted asshole of a father?" she snapped.

"He was great when I met up with him on the coast of Nice," he grinned. "How's your gold-digging bitch of a mother?"

"She was a mess when we met up in Paris," Massie told him, popping a piece of gum into her mouth. "She's convinced your father is fucking the help on the yacht." She paused and eyed at him. "Is he?"

"Probably," he shrugged carelessly. "But word is they're extending their vacation. They won't be back until well into the school year. Sounds like they made up."

"Lovely," Massie breathed.

"So, looks like it'll be just us," Derrick leered.

Massie smirked coolly. "So it does." She slipped her sunglasses back over her eyes, but Derrick caught them twinkling. He clapped her legs and stood, draining the rest of her glass.

"Ladies," he bowed mockingly and headed out the way he came.

"If he wasn't so hot, he'd be really fucking annoying," Alicia said to Massie, her voice carrying in the serenity of their secluded property.

Massie didn't bother with a response. Derrick left with a smirk.

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massie;

Once Derrick left their vicinity, Massie tried to relaxed back into her lounge chaise, but it was impossible. Derrick being back had also brought back memories of her disastrous relationship with Kemp.

She still didn't understand what had happened.

She had been into him, and was still into him at the start of summer. Did he not know how rare that was? She was Massie Block, so why did he dump her?

Feigning nonchalance, she snuck a glance at her friend, wondering if Alicia had the details, if she knew the reason. She was the queen of gossip at Westchester Prep and must have heard something, anything, to assuage her sudden feelings of inadequacy, the fear that she wasn't desirable anymore.

But Massie refused to be the one to ask. She would wait until Alicia was the one to crack and dig to her for details. Massie forced herself to shut her eyes, even though she was close to bursting.

She didn't have to wait long though. Alicia turned to her after only a moment of silence.

"So, when are you going to dish?" her sultry friend asked with a grin, rolling on her stomach and facing her, propping her head up her hand.

Massie removed her sunglasses slowly and assumed the same position as Alicia, hand under chin, swinging her bare legs in the summer sun. "Do you really want to know?"

"Yes," Alicia emphasized with laugh. She slapped her hand on the chaise cushions.

"I told you," Massie tried to deflect, plucking at a loose thread in the matching decorative pillows, "He got boring."

"Right…" Alicia replied, tapping her red nails rhythmically. Her skeptical tone belied how much she believed that. She rolled her eyes. "Because I, like Derrick, also remember you gushing about him. What happened?"

Massie bit her lip, wondering if she should give up the game. Was it worth looking clueless to find out the truth?

Yes, yes it was.

"I—" she swallowed bitterly, knowing it was insecurity she was tasting and her pride she was swallowing. "I don't know. Everything was fine and then I left for Paris and… He stopped calling and when I came back, he told me it was over."

Massie cast her eyes to Alicia, scrutinizing her friend for any judgment.

"Just like that?" Alicia asked, raising her eyebrows. Massie wondered if there was blame in her tone. She hadn't done anything wrong, she was sure of it. They were fine before Paris. Had sex in the backseat of his limo before he dropped her off at the airport. And she knew he had been satisfied. So, what the fuck was his problem? She had never been dumped before. Was this what it felt like? Wondering and obsessing and analyzing what and where and why and how things went wrong?

Massie nodded, biting her lip and flooding her mouth with the taste of cherry lipgloss. She kept her eyes on Alicia for any flashes of glee or pity or insight. Alicia didn't seem to be feeling any of that; the only thing her expression showed was her surprise. It had to be an act.

She reminded herself that this was why she was confiding in Alicia. Alicia would have something, would know something. She busied herself pouring more Long Island iced tea into her cup and taking a sip to feign disinterest. She hand shook slightly as she placed her glass daintily back on the table. She wondered if Alicia noticed.

She hated this. The not knowing was killing her, had been eating her up for weeks.

She cracked and glanced up first. "Have you… heard anything?"

"I might have," Alicia replied slowly. "But I don't know how reliable the source is."

"Tell me," Massie gasped out before she could stop herself.

Alicia smiled at her. Was that pity? Massie felt bitterness settle in the pit of her stomach, burning like acid, at her desperation. She had to know. That way her insecurity would stop burning her up. That was she could fix what was wrong. That was she could make sure this never happened again.

"Well…" Alicia swung her legs to the ground and sat up, leaning towards Massie. Massie waited a few seconds before doing the same. She refrained from leaning in too. That would have been too eager. Alicia could smell weakness, but Massie was a master at games. She could hide it. She was sure her face wasn't giving anything away. "I was in Spain all summer, so I haven't seen for myself, but…"

Massie didn't voice her question. She cocked a brow at Alicia.

"Kemp was spotted around town trailing after another girl."

Massie felt relief so sudden she was lightheaded. It wasn't a default or defect that she had. It wasn't that their last ride had turned him off. But then Alicia's words hit her and her relief dissolved into rage, white hot fury shooting through her veins like a hit of cocaine. Her head shot up.

"Wait, what?"

It was Alicia's turn to raise her eyebrows at Massie's sudden fury. Massie sucked in a breath.

Who was it? Who could it be? Who stayed home during vacation? Who had come back early? Kristen? Olivia? A complete LBR?

Who had stolen her boyfriend from right under her?

"Who?" she bit out.

"A new girl," Alicia told her with relish, the words bursting out of her with glee. Massie felt her fingertips tingling at the anger that was coursing through her. Knowing Alicia was scrutinizing her closely; she brought her hand up and examined her nails. Alicia was a gossip fiend, she'd tell all.

But Massie wasn't expecting the next words.

"She moved here two months ago. From Orlando, Florida," Alicia told her, wicked glee lighting up her face. Massie felt her breathing speed up, knowing she was close to losing it. "Her mother got that coveted job at Kori Gedman's mother's law firm? You remember, right?"

Massie nodded, mentally urging Alicia to continue.

"She's our age. She's starting school with us at Westchester Prep next week."

"Name?"

"Claire Lyons."

Massie shut her eyes, mentally recuperating. Some no name nobody had stolen her boyfriend right from under her, in the span of one month. If Kemp had been seen by people, 'trailing after her', that meant that word had already spread. She had ruined Massie's reputation. She could just picture what everyone would say about Kemp, about the new girl, about Massie, when school started back up and the new girl was spotted with Kemp's favor.

The taste in her mouth now was defeat.

"Do you want to know what's even better?" Alicia asked, interrupting Massie's silence.

'Even better' meant even worse for Massie, she just knew it. She opened her eyes and nodded at her friend.

"Word is, is that she hasn't even put out yet," Alicia's grin was wicked now. She had purposely left this part out until now. Massie blinked in surprise. She didn't even have to ask Alicia to clarify, she plowed right on. "Claire Lyons is celibate. The pinnacle of chastity and innocence. She's saving herself for 'the one'."

Alicia cackled like it was the funniest thing ever. And to her, it probably was. Alicia didn't believe in true love. Her goal in life was to fuck her way through it. Her latest side goal was to do every single exchange student that set foot in Westchester Prep. So far, she was meeting her goal, 7 for 7.

But for Massie, her anger was slowly dissipating. Because this was her silver lining. Massie didn't bury down her hurt and embarrassment and defeat at the thought of Kemp dumping her for someone who refused to even give it up. Kemp hadn't even had a taste and he had left her for this new girl. She couldn't even blame it on the girl's fantastical abilities in bed; she had stolen him away with her presence alone. No, instead, Massie enveloped herself in the feeling of being cast aside like last season's Prada bag, the feeling of being used up and discarded, and embraced it.

She would need to remember this feeling for when she destroyed Claire Lyons.

And now she had been given ammunition. She would ruin Claire; her reputation, her morals, her life.

And she had just the person to help her.

Derrick.

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A/N: this was just the first chapter, so you get a feel of massie and derrick and their dynamic with each other. it also sets up the plot with the intro of claire.

what do you think?

this might be bumped to M, so alert/favorite because it's going to disappear from the ffn page next chapter.

also, clairington or massington? who do you ship? DUKE IT OUT IN THE REVIEWS.

you all know i ship massington, but i also love claire. so it'll be a type of poll for this story, based off who gets the most support.

happy reading. kisses!