A/N: Okay, this story takes place after Bratfest at Tiffany's except there are a few things different. First of all, Alicia never messed up the names and the winners ended up being a few "LBR"'s that no one had ever heard of. All the really special characters are still in the main building. Oh, and Cam never sent that text to Claire. But he broke up with Olivia.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own plot. The characters belong to Lisi Harrison. The title of the fanfic is a song by The Maine.

BOCD

The Café

Monday, September 21st

8:04 A.M.

Massie bit back a grin as she surveyed the scene, not wanting her peers to think that she was getting that much bliss from her vanilla yogurt parfait. Her life was back to normal and that's what she loved most—being completely in control of her herself, her friends, and her surroundings.

Her friends were texting under the bamboo table, since texting during school breakfast was forbidden. Usually Massie didn't come in for breakfast, but this morning she felt as though she had finally even gotten used to the school's new, eco-friendly, green café.

Kristen: Feels good to finally be back on the top!

Alicia: Given!

Massie craned her neck a bit to search for her ex-crush Dempsey. Her crush had sort of faded over the weekend. She had gained her common sense back and realized that she was living in Westchester, New York. She was in no place to be crushing on a so-called jungle boy. He was Rainforest Café; she was a classy French bistro. They just had nothing in common.

She felt kind of relieved when she saw him sitting next to Layne—or his Laynie-poo—with his red DS Lite out, taping the screen furiously. He had gone back to his normalness, despite his newly acquired tan and toner body. She was just glad that Claire had a flirty shot with him on local television and no one had any idea she even had the slightest infatuation with him.

Thank Gawd.

"Hey Massie? I think we need a party!" Dylan suggested, leaning in across the table. Her straightened hair brushed against her organic scrambled eggs with lobster meat. Massie didn't feel like pointing it out, she was too busy scrunching her nose remembering what happened at the last.

"Like what kind?" Kristen asked, suddenly interested in what her best friend had to say. She still had her Roxy surfer girl image going with the same H&M tote bag and a new pair of ocean-blue, Billabong sandals.

"Not costume," Claire interjected. "They always turn out totally wrong. We either get in trouble for dressing up like little devils—"

"Or losing all our crushes," Dylan sighed, twisting her red hair in between her two fingers.

"Which we can't bring up again," Massie rolled her eyes, placing both hands gracefully on the edge of the table to push herself out of her seat. She had enough of her friend's brainstorming. "No party until I say there's a party." She stood up and looked down at her friends to put more emphasis on the next sentence she was about to utter. "And absolutely no discussion about anything before this day, we are no longer the NPC, we are the PC, but an even newer addition!"

Her amber orbs sparkled in delight. It could only mean one thing.

"Does that mean…" Alicia's brown eyes widened. Her wrists have been feeling a bit light lately. She was totally missing that charm bracelet that Massie had thrown into the fire, even if it had signified something as stupid as a boy-fast.

Massie turned and bent over to dig into her metallic Jimmy Choo satchel. She placed five Tiffany-blue colored boxes on the table in front of each PC member's breakfast plates.

"From now awn," Massie tugged on her purple streak, trying to remember what she had said almost two weeks ago when she had handed her clique the first round of bracelets. "Oh forget it," Massie sigh-grinned, throwing her hair dramatically over her shoulder before taking the box and opening the lid. "Just open it!"

Massie was taking a break from her shiny wardrobe and was wearing a simple, long, burgundy cardigan over a soft black t-shirt and some white skinny jeans. The only shiny thing present on her body was the Tiffany charm bracelet she was now clasping on.

She loved the light, cool feeling that the bracelet radiated against her. It made her feel unstoppable and at the top of the social pyramid, even if more than half of the girls at BOCD wore Tiffany bracelets daily.

Massie sat back down when the sound of clanking metal finally stopped. She picked up her spoon and scooped up a strawberry chunk. All this planning was making her a bit hungry. "We need a new hangout spot at school for emergencies. Kristen?" Massie turned to the blonde who really knew it all. She took out her iPhone to get ready to make a note.

"The student lounge is free of any club usage on Wednesdays during lunch and Fridays before school," Kristen answered from memory.

"Good," Massie nodded, tapping the screen with her delicate fingers. "Alicia, please research on any potential seventh grade alpha cliques." She ran a hand through her hair. "You know, like us circa a grade younger?"

"Done," Alicia said after jotting it done in her Sidekick's notes. On her finger were still the many rings that she had been given to while she was in Spain. Her eyes were rimmed with mahogany-colored eyeliner.

"And Kuh-laire—" Massie started to order before she was interrupted from a voice behind her.

"Hey Massie."

As the PC looked behind Massie to see who the mystery speaker was, Massie rolled her eyes. She did not need a boy ruining her moment. She was on a roll. She was up-and-ready to get her clique even cooler than they or the DSL Daters ever were! So why did his voice sound so familiar and why did she have the urge to turn around just to see who it was?

THE CAFÉ

Table 18

Monday, September 21st

8:10 A.M.

"Plovert?" Massie's heart sunk. Who else would she expect? "What are you doing here? Oink?" Massie scrunched up her nose, hating the fact that this boy here had mocked one of her best friends.

Chris looked confused for a minute, his eyes widened in recognition. He turned to Dylan and gave her a shy smile. "I'm really sorry. Hope we can still be friends. I know what Kemp and I did was really immature." His green eyes looked really honest.

Dylan narrowed her eyes that were hidden behind a thick forest of heavy black lashes. She was still suspicious and not at all ready to forgive them yet. "Uh-huh, sure," she nodded slowly. "You know, my mother is Merri-Lee Marvil and I could always get her to do a segment on boys being mean to girls because of their weight or their eating behaviors—"

"Dylan, that's enough. He said sorry," Massie stopped her friend before she sounded like the text messages had actually bothered her. "It's not like you were actually hurt by them, right, Dylan? As if two immature boys could really even effect you?"

Dylan sat up straighter in her seat and stabbed her fork in her eggs. "Of course nawt," she shook her head, her straight hair flying around her face. "That'd be stupid. I'm not easily offended," she huffed.

"Well then that's settled," Massie exhaled, turning back to Chris. "What do you want?" She smoothed down her hair. Maybe Derek was watching. Maybe his blood might boil at the sight of her and one of his best friends.

"Oh uh, Derek wants your number, Massie." Chris fumbled.

"What?" Massie wrinkled her brows. "But he already has it. And plus, why would he need it?"

"Well, he says that he deleted your number when he got mad at you but now he just wants it again. But he doesn't actually want to talk to you directly to get it, you know?" Chris Plovert rambled. He ran his hand down the back side of his skater-styled, flippy blonde hair.

Massie lifted one, naturally perfect brow. "Oh," she rolled her eyes. "That's so like him."

"345-5900," Claire offered. Her blue eyes twinkled in innocence. She didn't have any idea that she was just doing what Massie didn't want.

"Kuh-laire," Massie glared in horror, her mouth agape. "Why'd you—"

"Thanks!" Chris chuckled, jogging to the frosted glass door exit.

"Why'd you do that?" Massie asked Claire as soon as he was out of hearing distance. "Did I tell you to give Derek my number?" Massie narrowed her eyes. She rolled up her cardigan's sleeves as though she was going to give Claire a beating.

Claire backed her seat a bit just in case Massie really would. "I didn't give Derek your number," Claire shrugged, daring to correct Massie and be a smart-aleck. "I gave Chris your number. And you do seem to have a thing for Chris's—"

"Oh please," Massie rolled her eyes. Alicia, Kristen, and Dylan snicker-grinned into their palms—some of them with their mouths half-full of their organic breakfast. "That was one time."

Massie felt her phone vibrate against her back inside her purse. She turned around and grabbed it out, unlocking the screen with a drag of her thumb.

"What the freak?" Massie scoffed. She reread her text message over and over again. She still didn't understand.

"What?" Alicia scooted her chair closer and craned her neck to see her friend's phone better. Massie surrendered her phone to Alicia, not even wanting to read it out loud herself. That's how dumbstruck she was. "It's a text from Derrington. It says, 'Hey Block, what were you doing talking to Gimp?' Gimp? Didn't Chris lose the crutches a long time ago?" She rolled her brown eyes. "Boys are so clueless."

Massie glanced around at her table. None of her friends had caught it? "Come on guys, you don't see what so weird about this text message?"

"Uh, no," Kristen raised an eyebrow; she was usually the smart one.

"Chris went that way," Massie said, raising her arm and pointing towards the door. "And Derek was there the whole time," she said, tilting her head oh-so-slightly to direct her group's attention to the soccer boy's table across the room.

"Yeah, so?" Alicia asked, poking her fork against her powdered sugar-dusted French toast. "Point, please?"

"Derek had my number all along?" Massie's eyes glanced down at her phone that the girls had just finished passing around and had placed it back in front of her. The screen was still bright, making it easy for her to reread it all over again.

"Chris lied?" Claire looked confused. "Why?" Claire asked while she and the other girls were all staring at Massie's phone as though if any of them stopped, it'd suddenly disappear.

"That's weird," Dylan burped, trying to lighten the mood.

Massie snatched her phone and quickly texted back. She had a plan forming in the back of her head.

Massie: Careful, Harrington. Jealousy-green doesn't look good on your skin tone. :)

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