Okay, so this takes place right after 'Dial L for Loser' It's if Claire went full movie star. Nothing in the other books happened ok? Also, Kristen's secret is still kept between Claire and her… Okay… here's the rest of the summery!
Claire is back and better then ever, after her movie stardom in 7th grade she took control and is basically the new movie-star/pop sensation. Who knew the girl could sing? She comes back in eleventh grade, because of three important reasons that no one knows. The PC is still together but is on the break of falling apart. Alicia has her own secret Clique waiting to break free? How about Dylan is ready to trade Massie for Alicia in a heartbeat? Oh, wait, what about poor Kristen? Well, she's starting to find that Massie may be a great friend but Kristen wants someone who'll get it. And that girl's name isn't Massie's…
The Last Alpha…
CHAPTER ONE
CLAIRE
Stupid manager and her stupid thoughts; I thought in my head as my bike idled at the red light.
I couldn't believe I had to go back to the place where it all started…
MASSIE
It was lunch, and honestly, eleventh grade couldn't be trickier. After getting ourselves readmitted into OCD then finding out that the Briarwood boys were joining us for a few years. It just ended up in total chaos.
Boys trying to upstage us Pretties. Well, they were in a shock when they got here.
I glanced over at Cam, Kuh-laire's old BF.
We Pretties didn't even bother buying a magazine with Kuh-laire's name. We didn't watch something that mentioned her, her movies we never bought, we didn't even bother to see where the girl was. Why would we care? She left us Pretties for stardom, I hope she crashes….
But yet, she was one of my truest friends. It was weird how she wanted to be my friend when she could be friends with someone nicer.
"Mas!" Kristen cursed, "I love your outfit, ah-mazing!"
"Thanks," I said, not paying attention to the girl.
"Massie?" Dylan whined, "What are you doing?"
"Thinking," I mumbled.
Just then the doors were kicked open and the Cafeteria went silent except for whispers. I mean, if you heard the doors being kicked open you would be pretty quiet too.
A girl was the person who kicked them open. She had on a tight black tee that was ripped. A white tank top was under that. The girl had black skinny jeans, combat boots, and a chain belt. Her blond hair was straight yet…
Wispy?
Her eyes were covered with designer sunglasses. She had a black and silver massager bag over her shoulder.
"Goth much?" Alicia said, which all made us giggle.
The girl didn't seem bothered and she was walking straight for us.
"Does she think she can sit here?" Dylan demanded, "Because this girl needs to be put in her place."
"Yeah, she does," I said, smirking evilly.
The girl pulled up a nearby chair and sat right across from me. Between Dylan and Kristen.
She leaned forward till she was a foot away from my face, she pulled off her sunglasses with one had pulled out a bag of gummies with her other hand. The smirk on the girl's face was a mix of evil and sweet.
"Want a gummy?" She asked, in a voice I'd never forget.
"KUH-LAIRE!" I yelled, shocked.
She let her chair slam down and pointed to herself, "The one the only."
Just then my greatest wish and worse nightmare came together as one.
Whispers echoed around us.
"Claire was back?"
"Why isn't she in Hollywood?"
"What is Massie going to do?"
"What are you doing here?" I hissed.
"Can't an old friend say 'hello'?" Claire asked, sounding like her old self.
"No," I hissed.
"Too bad," Claire sang, "You're stuck with me for a whole year."
"Doesn't mean you can sit at our table!" I snapped.
"Point!" Alicia pointed out.
"Okay then," Claire shrugged, "Tell me when you reconsider." Claire got up as her phone rang.
"Y'ello?" She said, "Oh hey, JB, what up?" She walked away leaving us guessing.
"You don't think…" Kristen said, but I shook my head.
"It's not Justin Bieber…" I let my voice trail off because I have no idea with Claire anymore.
CLAIRE
"Yeah," I laughed, "Thanks, JB, I'll miss you too!" I hung up the phone and leaned against the handle bars of my bike.
He was telling me about his 'Selena Probs' but honestly I've told Selena to dump the JB so she can find someone better. She said 'He's perfect and don't tell me you're a hater.'
Well, I hate his music but he's a sweet kid and I don't think that either of them are right for each other.
BRINNNNNNG
"UGH!" I groaned, pulling my phone to my ear, "Hey?"
"Hey hey hey!" Kesha's voice rang through my skull.
"Hey ya Kesha," I said, "How's it been?"
"Where are you dear?"-She was drunk… I think?- "Red carpet and I want you to see what I'm wearing."
"Gaga like or Normal?"
"Nut job crazy Claire," Kesha said, I could just imagine her in a bird outfit…
"I'm at school."
Kesha's laughed filled the phone, "That's a good one!"
"No really," I told her.
"Wow, you must be a pop star." Kesha laughed at her joke.
"I'm OCD."
"Ouch," Kesha said, "I remember being there, sucked. Call me and I'll have my limo pick up you and your friends' k? Kesha out!" The phone went dead.
"I didn't know you rode a motorcycle," Cam said from behind me.
"Hey Cam," I said, my heart speeding up. Cam was such a sweet guy… Hot and sweet… What a combo?
I scooted over and patted the seat next to me. He came over and sat beside me.
"And the motorcycle?" He asked, eyebrows raised.
"Maybe I'll let you sit behind me," I teased.
"I'd like that."
BRIINNNNNG
"Oh my heck," I said, pulling out my phone. "What?"
Selena Gomez's crying filled the speaker.
"What?" I demanded, "Selena stop it."
"He-he-he!" She burst out into new sobs.
"Selena I can't do anything."
"DO SOMETHING!" She bawled.
"I'm busy!"
"Claire!"
"BYE!" I shouted, hanging up the phone and turning it to silent.
"Who was that?" Cam asked, looking at me.
"Selena Gomez," I sighed, "She and Justin have been coming to me with their problems."
"Really?" Cam asked, not believing me.
"Yeah, I'm like Hollywood's therapist. I don't tell the Pop the things they want."
"Pop?"
"Paparazzi," I told him. "They like trying to make a fool of myself."
"And?"
"Well, two month ago they said I did drugs and that was why I was so thin. Have my Hollywood friends basically made that magazine bankrupt. Not talking to the company till they sent me a 'Sorry' basket and put in their next issue that it was all bull."
"Wow, I believe I missed that issue," I laughed with him and looked at him.
"I miss hanging out with you," I told him.
"Me too," He turned to face me. Out lips were inches apart when the bell rang.
"You have got to be kidding me," I groaned leaning away. "Cam, if you ever want a ride," I pull out a sharpie and wrote it on his hand, "You know where to call."
During the last class of the day I got caught texting Kesha.
"Claire," The teacher barked, "Why don't you come up and read what you were texting?"
Kids snickered and Massie looked at me like 'LOSER'.
"Sure thing,' I said, glancing at the clock, 5 minutes till the bell rang.
I walked up to the front of the room and scrolled through the texts.
"Kesha- Are you coming tonight. Me- Yeah, don't know who to bring. Kesha- My limo will be picking you up at eight so you have till then. Me- What are you wearing to the R.E.-"
A hand was in the air, "What does R.E. mean?" A girl sneered.
"Red Event, dimwit," I snapped, "AKA Red carpet."
I took a deep breath then continued, "Kesha- Surprise, but I'll tell you this, there's a special performance tonight. Me- Music or other? Kesha- Surprise Me- Fine, how many do you want me to bring? Kesha- As many people as you want. Me- Sounds great."
"It does not say that!" The teacher snapped, he grabbed the phone, stared at the screen, and gave it back.
"Hold," I held a finger to the teacher and tapped the 'Talk' button on my I pod 5 ( Thanks from Apple to me for loaning them so money.)
"Hey Kesha," I said.
"I want to see your school!" She cooed. I put her on the WIFI app and held the phone out in front of me. Kids in the front row saw Kesha.
She was laughing so hard that the phone fell. "You weren't joking!"
"Yeah," I said, "Wasn't."
"Why are you in the front of the room Girlie?" She demanded, picking up the phone as I turned it to face me.
"Caught texting." I mumbled, Kesha laughed harder.
"Wow, Girl, Katy ain't going to believe this… Or anyone for that matter."
The bell rang loudly.
"Bye Kesha," I said, ending the call and walking out of the room of a shocked class.
Sorry, I've never met the famous Ke$ha or know her... But if you want to say something about how I imagine the stars, tell me your ideas- If you'd think that'd help.
Thanks reads- 3 DAB!
