Hey. No, I'm not new to FF. This is an alternate account of mine. I don't know why I felt like I needed an alternate account, but I did, so there. Anyway, I love the Clique series, especially The Pretty Committee Strikes Back. I love how they went to Lake Placid 33
Anyway, hope you enjoy my fic!
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
Massie Block: OCD was so dead to her. After Mr. Myner and Principal Burns got her and most of TPC expelled, that was it. No more desperate attempts at getting back into the school. Massie's had it, and now, she's off to London to show the world just how fabulous she is. But there's just one problem; she and the rest of TPC have just made a powerful enemy, and Massie's got an ah-nnoyingly hot guy chasing after her (even though she's still with Derrington) and she can't stop thinking about him.
Kristen Gregory: Didn't get expelled. Now, she's stuck in OCD, all alone, and feels like a total LBR. Of course, she's got the Briarwood boys to keep her company...
Dylan Marvil: Still skinny, still gorgeous, and still expelled. Has turned to chocolate in times of need. Is worried she's getting fat. Heading off to London with the rest of TPC, but can't stand her roommates.
Alicia Rivera: Beautiful and glamorous, she's totally ready for some action in London. But what happens when one embarrassing moment ruins her, she can't find a decent guy, and she gets a reputation as a 'slutburger' due to one, innocent kiss?
Claire Lyons: Loves it in London. Feels like she totally belongs there, but when she's not with TPC, she's either thinking of Cam, or the cute, sweet, funny guy in her English class...
THE BLOCK ESTATE
Massie's Room
Wednesday, August 25th
5:27 PM
Massie Block was staring out of the window, towards the guest house, where Claire Lyons' light kept flickering on and off in a nervous kind of way. Massie couldn't tear her eyes away.
She grabbed a lock of her perfectly straightened hair and twirled it around her finger again and again.
Finally, when she couldn't look anymore, for fear of being bored to death, Massie turned back to her all white room, with the exception of a few purple accents, because purple was the color of royalty, and Massie was totally worthy of the royal.
Next to her desk was a half-empty Dannon yogurt. Vanilla flavored, her favorite.
Just like after she had given Derrington her M pin, Massie hadn't been able to eat anything besides yogurt, Wheat Thins, Luna bars, and Diet Dr. Pepper. But this time, Massie wasn't sure if she was happy or sad.
The girls had gotten expelled from OCD for the second time that year (with the exception of Kristen) for being found doing and wearing things that weren't quite appropriate. How were they supposed to know that scaling a ladder up to the roof of OCD in bikinis and yelling "Briarwood boys are sexy" wasn't allowed? It's not like it was in the rule book.
After that, Massie, Claire, Alicia, and Dylan's parents had all decided that to teach their girls some 'responsibility' they'd send them off to a posh boarding school on the outskirts of London. Of course, any girl with half a brain wouldn't see it as an opportunity to be 'responsible,' but to have fun. Lots of fun.
Her computer pinged. She could feel her stomach drop all the way to her feet. Even now, after months of dating, the prospect of Derrington IMing her still made her heart flutter and her cheeks turn red. Just hearing his name made the hallelujah chorus start singing in her head. They were Block-and-Derrington, one hyphenated word, and she desperately wanted it to stay that way.
SHORTZ4LIFE: HEY BLOCK.
MASSIEKUR: HEY YOURSELF, HARRINGTON.
SHORTZ4LIFE: YOU KILL ME, BLOCK.
MASSIEKUR: AHB-VIOUSLY. CHECK OUT THE SN
SHORTZ4LIFE: LOL
Massie felt her palms get all sweaty. She wanted to tell him she'd miss him, and that she hated to leave him for London... but she wondered it it'd be too weird. Like telling him she loved him. Doing that at Lake Placid was totally nerve-racking. And Massie didn't deal so well with nerve-racking sorts of things. At least, when it came to Derrington she wasn't.
MASSIEKUR:
She couldn't do it. She just couldn't. She'd wait for him to tell her he'd miss her. Yeah, that seemed like a better plan.
MASSIEKUR: WELL, G2G AND PACK FOR LONDON. YOU KNOW, HAWT CLOTHES AND ALL.
SHORTZ4LIFE: I'LL MISS YOU BLOCK. WON'T BE THE SAME.
Massie reddened. She didn't know what to say. Should she say she'd miss him too, or...
Derrington was one of the few things that managed to confuse her up so badly she almost couldn't talk.
MASSIEKUR: I KNOW YOU WILL.
MASSIEKUR: I'LL MISS YOU 2.
SHORTZ4LIFE: 3
Massie grinned before logging off, flopping down onto her big bed, and thought of nothing else but Lake Placid and her first kiss with Derrington.
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THE BLOCK ESTATE
Massie's Room
Still August 25th
6:58 PM
Massie sat on her bed in boy shorts and a cami, swinging her legs back and forth in a Claire-ish way, trying not to knock over her Apple laptop.
Claire Lyons was flopped on the floor in front of the TV, reading the latest Elle Girl magazine. Alicia Rivera was scanning through Massie's Glossip Girl collection, while Dylan was pinching her stomach and trying not to eat the chocolate on Massie's side table. Kristen was sitting miserably in one of Massie's huge chairs, staring at her Addidas.
"Ehmagawd!" Alicia exclaimed, picking up a small tube of Massie's gloss. "When did you get this?" She waved the tube of gloss in the air.
"Maybe if I could read the writing on the tube, I'd be able to tell you," Massie said, rolling her eyes.
Alicia stopped swinging immediately. "Cinnabon," she said.
Massie's eyes widened. How could that have gotten out? She's sworn she'd hidden it in one of her Coach bags. That lip gloss was the one she'd worn when she'd first lip-kissed Derrington. She used it sparingly, and only for special occasions, and never applied it more than twice in a day. She wanted it to last forever.
"Since, like, forever," Massie said, standing up and snatching the tube from Alicia.
"Do you think I could borrow it?" Alicia asked with a smile. "It smells ah-mazing."
"Gawd, no," Massie said, tucking the gloss into her Coach bag.
"Whatevs," Alicia said, rolling her eyes. She plopped herself down on her sleeping bag and slipped off her jeans, changing into her Pink by Victoria's Secret sweat pants.
"Massie," Dylan whined, "do you think Londoner's will think I'm fat?"
Massie rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time that day. She was so over Dylan's ahb-solutely pathetic 'fat act.' "For Gawd's sake, you're not fat in the first place."
"Yeah, Dyl," Claire said, peaking out from under the magazine. "Someone would have to have really bad glasses to think you're fat." Claire smiled sweetly at Dylan.
"Gawd, but the Euro people are all so thin!" Dylan cried.
"At least you get to go!" Kristen whined from the other side of the room. "My parents wouldn't pay, even if I was expelled. It'd be off to ADD for me." She pouted.
"Like we said, Kris, we'd pay for you," Alicia said. "You just won't let us."
"Because I'm tired of being a total charity case!"
"Then stop complaining," Massie hissed. She turned on her laptop. "Just like Lake Placid, we totally have to have a packing list."
The girls nodded in agreement. Massie typed quickly, all the way until 8:30, before finally printing out the final packing list.
"Gosh," Claire whispered. "There's no way I'll ever be able to afford all this!"
"We'll pay," Alicia, Dylan, and Massie said simultaneously.
Claire turned scarlet. "You don't have–"
"Yes, we do," Massie said, "because there's no way in heaven we're letting you go like that. And besides, since Kristen's refusing to be our charity case– "
Claire glanced down at her Gap flannel pants and large, oversized Old Navy tee-shirt, before throwing a purple pillow at Massie's head.
"Is it really that bad?" Claire's blue eyes widened.
"Yes," everyone said.
She sighed.
"Oh, come awn, Claire, you can't actually be depressed about buying new clothes, can you?" Dylan snapped.
Claire giggled into her palm. "And I do have some money from Dial L, and I do have those comps..."
Massie looked away. She still couldn't stand thinking about how she'd pathetically lost the role of Molly to Claire.
"Yay for you," Massie said with a yawn. She typed a bit more, before finally hitting print. "Done!" She walked over to her printer and handed out the list to everyone, even Kristen, because she'd insisted.
Massie flopped back down on her bed after giving everyone the packing list.
"Gawd, I'm tired," she sighed.
A fuzzy version of Justin Timberlake's 'SexyBack' started playing.
"Ooops." Claire giggled. "That's Cam." She flipped open her cell. "Hello? Hey Cam... of course I knew it was you!...Yeah, I got your gummies... CD? Oh, I got that two..."
Claire got up, raised her finger, and walked out of the room, giggling.
"Gawd, that girl needs to stop being so available," Dylan said, rolling her eyes. Massie knew Dylan was just jealous, due to her lack of romance. Well, it wasn't Claire's fault that she wasn't spending all of her time thinking about how to suck the fat out of her stomach instead of making out with Cam.
"So, you and Josh...?" Massie didn't need to finish her sentence.
"Josh is still totally into Claire," Alicia huffed. She grabbed a chunk of her hair. "Think I should do the Claire-cut?"
The 'Claire-cut' was what they called Claire's super short bangs– they did work for her, but it was still ridiculous to see bangs that short.
"EW!" Kristen cried, tossing a pillow at Alicia's head.
Next thing, the girls were up and throwing pillows at each other, boys forgotten. There was nothing else except feathers, pillows, and lip gloss. And it was a pretty nice world, but it would be so much better in London.
A/N: Well, what do you think? Please review, and I hope you enjoy! Also, if there's anything that doesn't make sense in my story, send me a PM, alright?