Author's Note: This is about the Clique girls' junior year in high school. Since they have grown up a lot they won't be talking in the lovably hated way they did in the books (sorry fans of "ehmagwad".) Also the characters are adjusted a lot to fit the plotline I created. Hope everyone enjoys :)!
PS: Couples will develop into the story. Don't jump to conclusions. ;)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Clique.
Quick Character Preview:
Massie Block: The beautiful and the most treasured attendee of Ryland County Day. No one has been able to push her off her high and spotlighted pedestal. The only problem in her perfect little life is she's got game: she just doesn't have anyone to play with.
Dylan Marvil: The perhaps overly seductive red head. Some say her rarely-ever-available mother is the cause for her rebellion and need for attention. But rumors don't keep boys from flying to her always-exposed shoulders.
Alicia Rivera: The stealthy, gorgeous Hispanic descendent of great privilege. She can get away with just about anything, which means her house is often used as party grounds.
Kristen Gregory: Still trying to juggle her social life and guard-like parents. When she meets a cute boy she just might finally rebel.
Claire Lyons: A dreamer that's always been in love with the unobtainable. Her latest obsession? Cam Fisher. Will her crush live and thrive like her will to become popular, or will it simply be, well…crushed.
Cam Fisher: The handsome. The loved. The infamous: player of the year, every single year. And this award doesn't just go for soccer. Known for stealing hearts and breaking them just as quickly. His on-again-off-again relationship with Massie in freshman year has caused the two to become close friends—and now still, they can't help a little flirty banter.
Derrick Harrington: The perfect new boy. Could it get more cliché?
~HTW
1
Ritz-Carlton Hotel
-Presidential Suite-
11:55 PM, Saturday
"So what's the plan?" Massie Block looked absentmindedly around the ginormous room crowded with snobby and sloshed Westchester teens.
"Mass!"
"Huh?" Massie nearly jumped at the light push of her lawful sidekick, Dylan Marvil.
"I said, what's the plan tonight?" The over-exposed red head pulled her dangling laced bra onto her shoulder and layered a thick wave of curls over the strap.
"Binge."
"Puh-lease, like anyone needs your word to do it," Dylan rolled her eyes—whose brilliance were taken away by the overload of eye shadow and mascara—as she took another gulp of her Rum and Coke.
Massie simply gave a nonchalant shrug; she wasn't in the mood for drinking. In fact she hadn't ever been in the mood for drinking. She hated the feeling of not being in control and alcohol drove her absolutely insane.
"God, what is up with you? You've been dead all night, have some fuuuuun!" Dylan whined while scanning the hotel suite her mother, the infamous Merri Lee Marvil, had Dylan stay in whenever she was filming a show outside of state. She quickly landed her eye on a delicious boy she vaguely remembered from a mall bump-in. "Well, I'm off. Come find me when you wake up." Dylan blew a kiss at Massie, then headed off.
Massie let out a heavy, distressed sigh as she plopped her petite body onto the leather recliner she had been propped next to.
As she closed her eyes to relax, she felt a strong pair of hands slide around her stiff shoulders and start massaging her skin in a circular motion. She was too tired to even bother to find out whom those mystery hands belonged to, so long as the hands didn't pull a move on her it would be OK; after all, they did know how to pleasure the senses.
"Com'on Mass, my hands aren't for free, where's my hi?"
Massie could feel her eyes roll around her closed lids as a smile spread across her face.
"Cam!" She popped up, patted her cocktail dress flat, and gave him a hug. "I've been waiting all night for you."
"Really?" Cam Fisher raised a mischievous brow.
"No," He frowned, "But I bet Claire has."
"Well," Cam quickly shrugged the subject of Claire from his shoulders and continued to speak, "Before I start avoiding her, let me introduce you to someone."
Massie arched a perfect chestnut brow, intrigued. Cam's friends were always hot and of undoubted A-list status. "Awww, are you trying to set me up?" She gave a light pinch to his baby smooth cheeks and wiggled his adorable face around.
"You know I'll always love you, but if I can't make you happy, maybe someone else can." Cam brushed a layer of dark hair out of his blue eye and winked at her with his green one.
She rolled her eyes for what must have been the hundredth time that night and waited as Cam weaved his way through the crowd to fetch Massie's newest hopeful boy toy.
Cam snaked through the collection of tipsy dancers, waving hi to friends, nodding hey to hot girls, not-so-hot girls, drunken girls, lonely girls in corners, and well, anything with boobs and an ass.
"Cam!" Claire Lyons suddenly popped in his way, looking like a bulky stop sign in her puffy red bubble dress.
"Claaaire!" Cam exclaimed out of surprise, trying hard to hide the annoyance in his voice. "What are you doing?"
"Here," She presented a mug of beer to his face, nearly sloshing the foamy drink into his eyes.
"Uh, thanks," He didn't want to accept it but received it anyway; after all he hadn't had a drink all day.
Claire smiled sweetly as she watched him take a huge swig then cough out half of the brown liquid onto the beige carpet. "It's spiked!" He exclaimed as if it was strange to find a fixed drink at a midnight party, held by Dylan Marvil no less. What was strange was that innocent and angelic little Claire Lyons had held it.
"You spiked it?"
She nodded intently, but frowned when he looked at her suspiciously. "Fine, Alicia did it."
He aimed his view at the island bar where a curvy Alicia Rivera was delicately placed. "Yah she did," He nodded with a high grin attached to his flawless face. He stood admiring Alicia for a while but was quickly distracted by a faux cough demonstrated by a desperate Claire.
"Oh yea, uh thanks," He raised the glass to Claire in appreciation and then quickly headed off again, leaving a lonely Claire behind him.
Claire had been at his tail for the last month and he just had no idea how to shake her off. He asked Massie for help since Claire was officially considered Massie's friend but she just seemed to enjoy Cam in harassed pain too much to do anything about it. But now that he had found the perfect guy for Massie to fawn over, she would definitely owe him and the first thing he wanted was for Stalker Claire to chase someone else, and then some.
"Derrick!" Cam finally spotted his new neighbor who would be transferring into Ryland County Day—the prep school Briarwood and OCD graduates attended proudly—on Monday.
He was pleased to find Derrick had already quickly acquainted himself with attractive girls as a giddy cluster was surrounding him by the door.
"Hey Cam," Derrick look up and waved him over.
"Hiiii Cam!" The girls turned excitedly to face their school's pretty boy mascot.
"Who's this guy?" January, one of the notable cheerleaders, leaned into Cam and whispered.
"Ladies," Cam loudly announced to the small group, "this is Derrick Harrington, and sadly, we've already got a girl waiting for him at the other side of the room."
—Awwww, isn't that cute? Hopefully Cam's plan goes through the way he wants it to. What do you guys think? Suggestions? Ideas? Comment? Feel free to express your heart away.
