The Clique
I own nothing. The Clique belongs to Lisi Harrison
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Westchester
The Blocks' stretch limo/the halls of BOCD
Monday, November 24
7:45
Massie looked out the window of her limo, oblivious to the chatter of the Pretty Committee. Today was the day that some new students were supposed to be coming. Sighing as she remembered the "Nina Incident", Massie dearly hoped that such a fiasco wouldn't happen again. But even if it does, I'll be prepared, Massie thought. I'm better than last year. And no transfer LBR is going to temporarily de-throne me ever again.
"Massie!" Alicia yelped. Massie turned around, startled, and a little bit annoyed. Couldn't they tell she was in the middle of a serious Massie-to-Massie pep talk?
"What," she snapped back.
"Leesh has some serious gossip," Dylan filled her in, while munching on a Twizzler. She was trying a new diet, one where she got rid of all her cravings in the morning, so she had the rest of the day to burn it off. Massie glanced at the half-eaten Jumbo pack of Twizzlers, opened her mouth to comment, but then decided to drop it.
"Tell!" Massie commanded, her amber eyes flashing with curiosity. She could always count on Leesh to brighten up her mood with some much-needed gossip.
"OK," Alicia said, leaning in. The rest of the PC followed. "I'm requesting 75 gossip points, first of all," she said, glancing at Massie. Massie nodded.
"No way!" screeched Kristen. "That'll put you in front of me! Do you realize how hard it was to get the dirt on Principal Burns?" Kristen crossed her arms in defiance, and pouted.
"Sorry," Alicia said, her eyes dancing with glee. "But this is about the new kids"
Claire looked up from her phone, where she was previously flirt-texting Cam. Her blue eyes were round with interest.
"They won't be like Nina, will they?" She asked hopefully, looking around the circle.
"No, I don't think so. According to my sources, the new kids are also a clique. They moved here from New Jersey. They call themselves 'The Populars'. There are 5 girls; Danica, the Alpha, a brunette with blunt bangs, and kinda short. Jade, the beta, is supposedly the prettiest one in the clique. I'm not sure what her nationality is, but she's Asian. Hannah and Brianna are fraternal twins, Brianna has light brown hair and gray eyes, Hannah has black hair and blue eyes. The last one, Gwen, is blonde with green eyes. I hear she's pretty dumb, like Duh-livia x 10." Alicia giggled into her palm. Massie grinned and added Alicia's points to her PalmPilot.
"Do you guys think they'll be as pretty as us?" asked Claire nervously, chewing on her thumbnail. Massie quickly batted her hand away.
"Kuh-laire," She snapped. Claire looked up. "1.) NO, they cannot be as pretty as us, we are already the Alphas of BOCD, and no one is going to replace us. 2.) Even if they are pretty, they are from New Jersey, that itty-bitty state below New York. They're from a Garden State! What could they possibly know about being Alphas? And 3.), most importantly, you just got your nails done, don't ruin it now!"
Claire nodded, Massie was right. They'd battled down evil Alpha-spot stealers before, and they would do it again, faster than the new Gucci bag sold out. As the Pretty Committee stepped out of the Blocks' limo, they all felt a new surge of confidence.
"Time to rate outfits!" announced Massie, clapping her hands. The Pretty Committee immediately formed a single file line in front of Massie, Kristen the first to be rated. (A/N: Call me lazy, but I'm not gonna spend 30 minutes deciding what designer labels the PC should wear. I'll just give a general idea of what everyone's wearing. Occasionally, I'll probably write in a few brand names)
"Kristen, love the white short-shorts with the brown studded belt, it really shows off your legs and makes your waist look tiny. The bright shirt brings a pop to your ensemble. You get a 9.5" Kristen beamed, and stepped back in line. Dylan was up next.
"Dylan, luh-ve the straightened hair, it looks super glossy and sleek. The emerald earrings bring out your eyes, and totally match your ivy-colored Alice+Olivia sundress. Your corkscrew wedges are to die for. You get a 9.7" Dylan squealed in delight. It wasn't every day that she got such a high rating. Still beaming, Dylan walked back in line while Claire nervously walked up. Massie looked her up and down.
"Claire, I a-dore the blue satin halter top I forced you to borrow from my closet. It brings out your eyes perfectly. The gold ballet-flats you borrowed make you look a little short, seeing as everyone else is wearing heels, so you'll have to borrow something from my gym locker. And walk straight, with confidence. Add some more gloss, and give your hair one more brushing. Geez, just 'cause you and Cam go back together does nawt mean you can start looking below a 9 again." Claire added some gloss to her lips and took out a mini brush from her purse while the rest of the Pretty Committee laughed. She stood up straight and looked at Massie hopefully. Massie nodded. "Now you're a 9.5." Claire walked back, and Alicia stepped up.
"Leesh, once again, you are dressed in head to toe Ralph Lauren." Massie paused while everyone laughed. "I luh-ve the white skinny jeans with the silk floral shirt, and the chunky gold necklace really brings everything together. Your gold strappy heels are gorgeous, and that hat is a total 10. Overall, you're a 9.9" Alicia clapped a hand over her mouth. 9.9? Wow! "What should I do to be a 10?" She asked Massie eagerly. "Add more gloss and take your hair out of that ponytail." Massie said without hesitation. Alicia complied immediately.
"Now me," she said, twirling around to show off her new clothes. "Massie, I love the bright red lipstick you matched with your candy-apple red espadrilles and red nail polish. That black cut-out shirt is ah-mazing, especially with your navy blue True Religion skinny jeans and navy blue beret. Most of all, your hair is curled to perfection. I don't know how you get those perfect mermaid waves." Alicia said, in her best newscaster voice, holding up a pretend microphone. "Overall, you're a –"
"12!" blurted out Dylan. Kristen, Claire and Alicia nodded. Massie smiled in satisfaction.
"Today, we're supposed to look good because of the new kids coming, but after we decide that they're not a threat, we go back to reserving 10's for special occasions own-ly" Massie said. The Pretty Committee nodded.
"OK, we're walking to the beat of "Goodbye", by Kristinia Debarge." Everyone nodded. "ah five six, ah five six seh-vun eight."
Am I supposed to put my life on hold,because you don't know how to act and you don't know where your life is going. Am I supposed to be torn apart, broken hearted in a corner crying pardon me, if I don't show it. I don't care, if I never see you again*na na na na* I'll be alright. Take this final piece of advice, and, get yourself together, but either way baby I'm gone. I'm so over it, I've been there and back, changed all my numbers, and just in case you're wondering, I've got that new "I'm a single girl" swag, got me with my girls, and we're singing it, see?!...
The Pretty Committee burst into the doors of BOCD, arm-in-arm, gaining the envious gazes of the LBRs who wished they could be them.
"Looks like everything is still normal," whispered Alicia to Massie. "The new girls probably haven't arrived yet."
Massie grinned. Perfect. She needed to ensure that the LBRs of BOCD still worshipped the PC.
"Time to put plan Secure-Alpha-Spot into action," whispered Massie, and immediately, the Pretty Committee disbanded and went to talk to various LBRs.
"OMG, that DKNY skirt totally matches that H&M top," said Alicia with a faux-smile. The art geek smiled so big, Alicia could see dozens of reflections of herself in the LBRs braces, then cringed when she saw a bunch of green spinach stuck in the LBR's teeth.
"Here, take this," Said Alicia, taking out a packet of sugar-free mango smoothie Extra gum and handing it to Spinach Teeth. Spinach Teeth squealed in delight, and then turned around to her other art freak friends "Did you see that?" she whispered. "Alicia Rivera gave me, her gum!" A girl in brown twin braids and paint-splattered overalls squealed. "Maybe that means that you're friends now!" Alicia overheard, and promptly turned on her gold Marc by Marc Jacobs strappy heels. Nuh-thing was worth being mistaken for an LBR's new BFF.
Kristen walked over to a bunch of science geeks who were talking about quantum physics. (A/N I have no clue what that is, but it sounds smart) Deciding that the easiest way to win over the geeks was to immerse herself in their conversation, she did just that. All the geeks stopped talking as soon as she walked up to them.
"What's up?" Kristen asked, with a faux-smile. Not that the geeks would know that. It was so rare that a girl smiled at them that they probably couldn't tell a faux-smile from a rhinoceros. "Want to go out?!" blurted out a particularly weird nerd, one with extreme acne, lopsided glasses and greasy hair cut into a bowl shape. Kristen widened her eyes, put up her hands, and backed up slowly. When the nerd who attempted to ask her out started walking as well, Kristen turned and full on sprinted, and even in 4-inch espadrilles, the nerd couldn't keep up.
Dylan re-applied her lip gloss, fluffed her hair, and zoned in on some basketball players who were standing by the BOCD Green Café entrance. They weren't LBRs, but they were hot. "Why, hell-o there," said Dylan flirtatiously, tickling the chin of Greg, a particularly hot basketball player with green eyes and brown hair. Greg smiled and brushed a strand of red hair behind Dylan's ear. "Hello yourself," he said. Dylan blushed. "You're Dylan, right? Dylan Marvil-ous" Dylan giggled. Greg was too sweet, and he was so cute, and kind, the way he brushed her hair away from her eyes-
"GREG! WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING?!?!?!?!" Dylan swirled around, coming face-to-face with a very angry blonde girl. "WHO are YOU?" demanded Dylan. How dare this LBR ruin her flirting moment? The blonde flipped her hair. "I'm Candy, Greg's girlfriend," Candy snarled, shooting daggers at Greg. Dylan and Greg gulped simultaneously. Then Dylan's brain registered what she just heard. "Hold on -- You have a GIRLFRIEND? And you were still hitting on me?!" Dylan's green eyes crackled, and she turned to Greg. She, Dylan Marvil, a member of the Pretty Committee, was being hit on by a player? Eww. She turned on her heel; and walked away.
Claire looked around nervously. Alicia had covered the art geeks, Kristen the science geeks, Dylan the jocks, and Massie was friend-texting all the B-Listers in the school. Who was left? Claire knew she had to do something quick, or else the PC would accuse her of not helping win over the loyalty of the LBRs at BOCD. Spotting a group of Goth/emo kids standing near some lockers, Claire bounced over to them, smiling widely.
"Hiya!" she said, her voice oozing Little-Miss-Goody-Goody perkiness. The Goths and emos looked up at Claire through their heavily mascara, eyeliner and black eye shadow covered eyes, and, in unison, snarled, "Get out of our Bubble of Depression, you happy good-doer." One of the emo boys, who was actually pretty hot, took out a sharpened pencil and started doodling…on himself. Claire gasped, and grabbed the pencil out of his hand. Emo artist boy look up. "What's the big idea?" he said in monotone. "Here, use this," said Claire, handing him a piece of notebook paper. "It's much healthier." Claire speed walked as fast as she could out of there, or, as fast of one person can go in one of Massie's 3 inch Steve Madden heels.
"Did everything go well? Are the LBRs still worshipping us?" demanded Massie, her amber eyes glittering. Alicia, Kristen, Dylan and Claire nodded in unison. "Good," said Massie. "Makeup check." The PC took out their compacts and examined their already perfect makeup. The bell rung and everyone hurried to the auditorium. "Alright," said Massie, taking a deep breath.
"It's time to meet the new kids."
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