She's Got The Power, Not You

Rivera Estate

Stage

Friday, September 15

6:40 PM

Massie gripped the microphone in her hand, signaling to the DJ to cut the music. It was now time for the big announcement. As the music stopped, the spotlights all gathered on Massie. Her friends were standing behind her in a supporting manner. The crowd of rowdy teenagers stopped touching each other to look at Massie all wondering who was going to be the next Queen Bee.

"As you all know," Massie began ominously. "I am moving tomorrow morning to go to sunny California." She was met by "Boo's". She smiled softly.

"I know. But I'll need someone to keep order which is why I have chosen a new Alpha." She was milking it for all it was worth because, after this moment…she was clique-less. Sure, she would always have friends, but cliques were special. Not only were people jealous, but also it was a special bond, almost like being blood sisters without the needle pricking. "The new girl that will take over my reign as Alpha and BOCD is…Alicia Rivera!" Alicia stepped forward hugging Massie and grabbed the microphone.

"Do not worry BOCDitizens, I will not let you down as Alpha." She placed the microphone back into the stand. "I thought you weren't going to pick me."

Massie smiled for the camera flashes and mumbled, "Why would you think that?"

"Oh, I don't know. The pool today? I seriously thought you were going to skip me."

Massie turned to face Alicia. "Who else would I pick that would be ready for the job? Duh-livia?" Olivia and Alicia were so over ever since Olivia tried to hit on Josh. They laughed and hugged again and headed down the steps where the crowd parted like the Red Sea for Alicia and her new crew of four.

Massie was now on her own.

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"Thank you for coming," Massie said goodbye to leaving party-goers, giddy from the nights excitement. Finally, the last guest left and they could all relax. The only people left were Massie, the Pretty Committee, Josh, Derrick, Chris, Kemp and the cleaning crew.

"Finally! Party is over." Kristen removed her Olsenboye heels and flopped down on a couch.

"Well, the party's not over yet." Alicia smiled mischievously. "Why don't you all sleepover. Oh." Alicia turned to face Massie, her eyes sparkling and her lips pouting. "I forgot you can't because you're moving." She walked Massie to the door.

"But I'm sure my parents will let me sleep-," Massie tried, but Alicia shook her head. "No. I'm sure your parents want you to have a good night's sleep. You don't want bags tomorrow morning do you?" Alicia smiled, but there was something different in her smile; it had power all over it.

Massie was now standing outside. "I guess, but-," Alicia cut her off.

"We'll see you tomorrow at JFK, alright?" And she shut the door.

Massie was officially out. And we all know how hard it is to to be In...but even harder is staying in.

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JFK AIRPORT

GATE 28

SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 16

11:03 A.M.

Massie stood at the gate with her friends as her family's jet pulled up and turned towards them. "Well. I guess this is goodbye," Massie said stiffly, not wanting to cry.

"Oh Massie! I can't believe you're moving. How are we supposed to get through ninth grade without you," Claire sobbed and hugged Massie.

"Uh, you'll have me," Alicia replied, annoyed. "Move aside Claire." She hugged Massie quickly and said. "Don't worry Mass. Everything's going to be okay."

Massie hugged Kristen, Dylan, Kemp (who went a little low with the hug, but Massie let it slide as a present to him), Cam, Josh, and Chris, leaving Derrick last. As she pulled away he pulled out a Tiffany's box.

"Uhm, this is from all of us. There's a charm for you to remember each of us by." Massie opened it. Alicia's charm was a maraca, Kristen's was a soccer ball, Dylan's was a chocolate bar, Claire's was a lion, Kemp's was a bikini, Chris's was a cast, Josh's was a talk bubble (he likes to gossip), and Derrick's was a heart. She looked around at all her friends, her eyes tearing up. "Thank you so much. I love you guys." She fastened the silver bracelet immediately.

"Yeah, well." Derrick looked down shyly.

"Time to go." Alicia clapped her hands. "We've got the mall to go to."

"You guys are going to the mall? All of you," Massie asked.

"Yeah," Alicia replied, looking down at a text on her BlackBerry Bold. "We're meeting up with Skye. Something about a mentor thing."

"Massie!" Kendra Block was calling her daughter. "We've got to go honey; your father has a meeting on the West Coast at noon there so we have to be at the house by three in the East Coast."

Massie looked back at her friends and picked up her Chloe bag and Bean's pet carrier. "I'll talk to you soon."

Before she walked away, Derrick swept her into a kiss. "For good luck."

That's something she's going to need plenty of…

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LAX AIRPORT

LOBBY

SATURDAY, SEPTEMEBER 16

11:05 A.M.

"Please fasten your seatbelts as we prepare for landing," Pilot James said. Massie ignored him and got up.

She was wearing a BB Dakota cardigan, Ella Moss turtleneck and Guess jeans. This outfit would not work for the hot L.A. She slipped into her little suite and balanced herself on the wall.

A few minutes later she emerged wearing dark wash short shorts, Michael Kors cork wedges, and a lavender James Pearse tank top with a zipper front. A gold Marc Jacobs limited edition tote bag and matching sunglasses complete her California Cool look. She was now ready to take Los Angeles by storm.

Careful Massie…storms can cause tornados…

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BLOCK ESTATE

FOYER

SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 16

11:45 A.M.

Massie had to admit; her new home was impressive. It was even larger with seven bedrooms and 10 bathrooms. A high ceiling above her head and a solid gold chandelier sparkled. She sighed. All this and no one to show.

"Caren, send my stuff upstairs," Massie told their new maid.

"My name is Carmen," the bottle blonde said.

"Look Caren, I'm not in the mood for crap. Just carry my shit upstairs. And don't steal anything," she added. Thankfully, they brought Isaac with them so he was at her disposable use. Some shopping was definitely in order.

Next stop: Rodeo Drive.

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LOCHLER-WEST MANOR

JACQUI'S BEDROOM

SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 16

5:37 P.M.

If it's one thing Jacqui Lochler-West hated, it was meeting new people. So, of course, what was she about to do?

Meet new people.

A new family had moved into her friend Ellies' house down the street because Ellie moved to South Carolina. What the hell was in fucking South Carolina anyway?

No way was Jacqui going to "Grin and bear it" like her mother said. She planned on frowning and getting out of that house in 15 minutes or less to go shopping for school. She wasn't going to start her tenth grade year looking like a hobo in last seasons ensembles.

"Let's go, Jacqui! If you want to go anywhere tonight you will come downstairs this instant," her mother yelled. Jacqui sighed and hopped off her bed, straightening her yellow Versace v-neck with a zipper pocket. Pulling her white Tommy Hilfiger shorts out of her butt, she looked herself over in the mirror. Her outfit was good for around the house but not for going out to make an impression.

Since she was frustratingly out of time to come up with a brand new outfit, she decided the best thing to do was accessorize the hell out of her outfit. She quickly padded over to her large walk-in closet and grabbed red suspenders left over from her cool geek Halloween costume and clipped them to her shorts and let them hang.

She decided to add a white pair of limited edition Marc Jacob sunglasses that were impossible to get without the right kind of connections. She added some red heels and a red Louis Vuitton bag.

She checked herself out in the mirror. Her shimmery blonde hair, twisted into a bun didn't look good so she pulled out the Chinese chopsticks and let her wavy tresses fall loosely around her. She snatched up a comb and quickly ran it through her hair.

Her sun-kissed skin glittering under the sunlight streaming through the skylight above her. Her naturally pink lips were shiny and full from her Chanel pink rose gloss.

Thick mascara and dusty pink eye shadow and an unconcealed sprinkle of freckles across her nose gave her a natural look. Her mother told her that the girl moving into Ellies' house was her age.

If this was so, Jacqui would have to put her in her place quickly. She wasn't worried about her throne being taken over by anyone anytime soon, but if the girl was moving into Jacqui's neighborhood, she must have some serious cash.

Almost everyone at Los Angeles Utopia Country Day had cash, some more than others, and you were classified into two groups. Brain or Wallet. Brains were the people who were accepted into LAUCD on scholarship and Wallets were people who paid the regular tuition.

Jacqui was both. She was smart, but rich. And she was determined that both her intelligence and power would keep her on top.

Careful Jacqui; your throne is secure for now, lest a certain New York native come and kick your toned ass out of it.

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BLOCK ESTATE

LIVING AREA

SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 16

5:45 P.M.

As much as Jacqui protested the whole entire way, here she was sitting on a white leather couch in a completely white room where the only splash of color was the red poppies in a flower vase. She wrinkled her nose. How anyone able to stay in this blinding white room for more than five minutes without partially losing the ability to see was beyond her.

The adults were chatting about common things, leaving Jacqui bored. Lena Alstaire, one of her best friends, was busy with her boyfriend Rick, or as Jacqui secretly called him, Rick the Dick.

Portia Beauport, was doing what she called, "Chill Time" when she did yoga with aroma therapy, candles, and "Ooohhhming."

Isabella Morento, was most likely free right now, but she was always getting distracted by her new pool guy, so that knocked her out too.

"One time I was-," Jacqui's mother began say, but then a door slammed and a voice called out, "Mom! Dad! I'm back."

The chick was here.

"That must be my daughter, Massie. You have to meet her. She's your age, Jacqui," Kendra said brightly.

"Great," Jacqui replied unenthusiastically, rolling her eyes. "We're in the living room, sweetheart!" The click-clacking sounds of shoes echoed down the hall and a pair of long, tan legs entered the room before a stunning brunette did.

On the outside, Jacqui was calm, but inside, she was absolutely seething. This was unbelievable! The girl was like nothing she imagined.

Instead of tall and lithe, she imagined short and thick. Mousy brown hair, not this full glittering mane. Acne-ridden skin, definitely not the flawless canvas in front of her.

"Massie, this is Mr. And Mrs. Lochler-West and their daughter Jacqui," Mr. Block introduced each of them. As Massie turned to look at Jacqui, her eyes hidden behind the exact same sunglasses as Jacqui, only in gold. Even with the glasses on, Jacqui could feel the intensity of Massie's eyes.

No way in hell was this wannabe from New York going to intimidate her. She was Jacqui Lochler-West; people were intimidated just by a glance from her icy blue eyes. Each girl stared at each other in silence, scrutinizing one another from head to toe.

Finally, when neither girl looked away, Jacqui stood up and strolled over to her. "Nice to meet you. Massie." She stuck her hand out and Massie met it with an equally as firm handshake.

"Massie, why don't you take Jacqui up to your room and get acquainted," Mrs. Block suggested.

"Sure, Mom. Follow me." Massie shot her a tight smile and headed off towards the stairs, Jacqui hanging behind, having a trick up her sleeve.

You're stepping on eggshells now, Jacqui. You're no longer the only Alpha in town. There's a new one and her name is Massie Elizabeth Block.