Author's note: This is my second story, first Clique one. I recently finished reading a Clique story called 'Sweet Revenge'. Not being a huge fan of the actual Clique series, I was reluctant to read it. Little did I know that I would fall in love with it. It's literally my favorite story I've read on FanFic. I highly recommend reading it. The author is ESTF. Go read it. I guarentee you'll love it as much as I did.

So this Story that I happen to be writing happens to be pretty much a remake of that story. I wanted to definately write a Derrington/Massie story, but I wasn't sure how to make it, so I thought it would be alright if I did a remake. I'm keeping all the same characters and the same setting, but I'm changing the plot a bit with a few different twists and turns. Anyways, read the other story if you really want to get the jist of this one. And I really hope you enjoy it.

I do not own anything.

This first chapter is the Prologue. I wanted to squeeze in a backstory.

Prologue:

She wanted to keep her head held high. The thought of a boarding school made her stomach queezy and her head feel light, and being there didn't help anything. Massie Block didn't want to be the laughing stock againlike at her old private school, but just as she suspected, her hopes shot up for nothing. She looked down at her satin white blouse that enveloped her petite upper body. On top of it was her navy blue velvet OCD blazer. It was stained with red tomato sauce, as it had been dumped on her earlier that day at lunch. How was she going to face that clique of girls again? The leader, Alicia Rivera, who called herself Alpha, tripped Massie four times in the hallway. She was by far the meanest. She also was the one who dumped the sauce on her. She was lucky an older boy, about her brother Spencer's age, who was wearing a BOCD blazer (BOCD was also where Spencer went. He was a senior, she was a freshman) stood up for her. She remember the way he helped her off the ground and then meeting his big, brown puppy dog eyes.

"Are you alright?" he had asked. She only nodded and rushed away. She didn't want a very attractive boy like him to see her cry. So she ran to the bathroom with what she had left of her lunch and ate on the toilet.

Massie truged her way out of the front doors out to her's and Spencer's limo waiting for them. Their limo driver, Amir, was standing at the back door waiting to open it for her. He could tell by the way she looked, she did not enjoy her first day of her new private school. He smiled sypathetically.

"Oh, Ms. Block, it'll get better tomorrow. I promise," he said, opening the door. She only smiled and climbed in, sitting next to her older brother.

"Hey, kiddo. Damn, you alright? It looks like you were at a party. Are you wasted? Under the influence? You know, it's not good to give in to peer pressure. It leads to-"

She whipped around in her seat to face away for him, as a sign for him to shut up. "I don't want to talk about school," she almost mumbled. Spencer knew he just needed to keep his mouth shut.

The ride home was pretty short, and Massie was glad to be back at the new home her oldest brother, Aiden had bought a month ago. She and her other brother's Spencer and Adam live with him. The only reason he 'took them in as his own' was because his mother moved to France last summer, not letting any of them know she was coming back. Apperantly, she found a lover ans stowed away to Rome with the man. The three of the children haven't had anything to do with the woman since. Anyway, they were lucky they could get away from the life that lead to thoughts of her. When their father died (Massie was only three) he gave only a quarter of the inheritacne money to his wife. He wanted his children to have the rest. The four of them concluded that was why she ran away. She used what she had of the money and ran off. Massie constantly hoped the woman was somewhere sitting on the streets of somewhere like Manhattan holding up a sign that read 'Money?' or 'Food?'. But aside from all that, Aiden decided to become the 'father-figure' and was determined to keep his younger siblings safe and happy. And that included keeping them in school. So they moved to Westchester, a tiny town in the heart of Philidelphia, and applied Massie and Spencer to OCD and BOCD while Adam finished up college to further his career in music.

Massie wanted to keep school off her mind, which wouldn't be hard, because she wasn't going back. No way in hell. That school was literally her living hell and she wanted absolutely nothing to do with Alicia Rivera, Kristen Gregory, Dylan Marvil, or Claire Lyons. She was suprised Clarie was part of that horrid, horrid group. Every time Alicia tripped her, Claire looked like a mix of sad and mad. Plus, she wasn't wearing a thread of designer. Not a bit. The other girls had it, but not her. Poor Claire. She was just trying to fit in. Massie wanted to tell her that fitting never works out for anyone. Look at herself for instance. Massie didn't work out well and she knew it would bite Claire in the butt. She wanted to tell Claire and give her a hug hug. Maybe she could.

But she couldn't.

She was determined not to go back. Ever. No matter what.

"Mass. Let's go," Spencer interrupted her thoughts. Massied took a hold of her over the shoulder Louis Vitton bag that held her school books and binders. Just a few things she was going to throw in the garbage later. She climbed out the limo and headed to front door with a steady pace. She didn't need Spencer stopping her to find her crying yet agian on this awful day.

Once inside, Massie raced upstairs and into room before either of her other brothers could ask how her day went. How was she going to tell them what happened? All that would happen would be that she would start crying. Then Adam would cry. She knew that he couldn't stand to see anyone else cry, so she thought she'd save him the touble.

Massie threw her body face first onto the bed sfter slamming the door shut. She wanted to cry, but blinked back the tears when she heard a knock on the door. Great. Three seconds alone wasn't enough to keep her brothers off her back.

"Mass, come out. I think you should talk about why you're so upset. You know, you can't hide out in your room forever," Spencer said on the other side of the door. After a few seconds, he knew he wounldn't get anything out of his baby sister. "Don't you want to at least hear how my day went? Massie, it was probably just as bad. Please, Mass?" A couple moments later, Massie slowly opened the door but kept her eyes on her toes. Spencer immediately envoloped her into his arms. "Mass, I'm really sorry. I could tell the minute you got into the limo something was wrong and I assumed the worst."

"You assumed the dumbest," she said into his chest. That made him laugh.

"Come to Aiden's room after your shower and change. We want talk about today."

"But I don't, Spence. There's not a single thing I want to say about that dumb place."

"I'm sure you'll live," he said before walking down the hallway to join his brothers in Aiden's room.

Massie took her time taking a hot shower and placing her silk purple night gown over her tiny bodice. After she dried her hair, she went downstairs briefly to grab her dinner which their maid, Missy, had made for them. She grabbed the full try of four meals and headed back upstairs into Aiden's room as she had been instructed before. She pushed open the door using her back and stepped inside.

"Mass," Aiden said coming up to her to take the tray from her hands. "How've you been."

Oh, where to begin, she thought. "Well, let's see. I was the laughing stock of the entire ninth grade on my first day of school, only one girl seems to be secretly out to get me, I got tomato sauce poured on me at lunch which I had to eat in the bathroom, my designer heel broke when I was tripped on my way to math - note that it was the third time I had been tripped - and I had to go to the nurse to get gum removed from my hair. Does that answer your question?" Her tone was a bit harsh, and she felt a bit upset she was so crued. She couldn't believe she just blurted everything out. All the words came out so fast, she didn't get a chance to stop a single one. Then, seeing the expression on Adam's face, she felt even worse.

"I was just asking. I'm sorry Massie, I didn't know you had a bad day. It can't be any worse tomorrow," Aiden said passing out the plates. Massie grabbed hers and slumped onto his bed.

"You're right. It won't be, because I'm not going."

"Massie, you can't run away from your problems. That doesn't help anything," Spencer said taking a bite of his specially made sandwich. Missy knew what they all liked. He had a beek and pork sandwhich smothered with cheese and barbeque sauce.

"Well, mother did, and so did we. Look how fine we turned out." She took a bite out of her simple BLT.

"Well, I don't care. She's not a part of this converation. You need to stay in school god dammit and I'm taking you in the morning whether you like it or not," Aiden said. He began on his meatball sanwhich. When he took a bite, a bit of sauce ran down his chin and onto his shirt.

"Massie, if you want, I can take you tomorrow. Amir can take the day off for all I care. I want you to go as much as Spencer and Aiden. Go for me?" Adam asked, his Amber eyes meeting hers. They had hope in them. They had sincerity in them. Massie kne she had never been able to say no to those eyes. Call her a bad sister, but he was her favorite brother. She went to him for anything and she valued his opinion more than her other brothres'. When he wanted something, she knew it, and she could never back down. She hated seeing him the least bit upset. There was no way on this earth she would ever want to see him unhappy because of something she did. And if it wasn't because of her, she made sure whoever it was apologized and felt just as upset as they had made him. God dammit, Adam she thought.

"Fine. I'll go," she was defeated once again because of Adam, but she still smiled. "Could you stay with me if I go?"

He smiled in return. "I can't attend school with you. But I will take you. And pick you up. I won't go to my afternoon classes tomorrow just for you," he said as he poked her nose lightly.

The rest of the night, the fourn talked about plans for the weekend. They were planning to attend Westchester's annual town picnic. This year it was the 15th. They figured it's a small town and it was time to meet everyone. Spencer had mentioned something about his new buddy Derrick from school. But he said 'D' as he called him, wouldn't make it. He was apperantly heading to New York to train fo the FBI. Spencer said he'd definately keep in touch, though.

Once they're weekend plans were settled, Maissie trudged back to her bedroom and climbed into bed. She didn't want to face Alicia and her Clique tomorrow. But she definately didn't want Adam upset that she wasn't getting an education because she refused to go to school. She thought about what Spencer had said. She couldn't run from her problems. That wouldn't solve them. She knew what had to happen. She was going to face that stupid Alicia and fix it. She knew not only would that sove her problem, but it would also make Adam proud. He and Spencer always told her to hold her head high and that if anyone were to try to put her down, to hold her head even higher and show them who the bigger person was. And that's what Massie was prepared to do. She was going to be the bigger person she knew she was and possibly even save that poor Claire girl. Oh, yes Alicia Rivera. You'd better watch out. Because here comes the new and improved Massie Block and she's here to fight. If she wants a battle, then so be it. I'll give you a battle. Or even a war. Massie thought. She was determined to stand up to the bitch that taunted her all day. She wouldn't have it at her old school and she sure as hell wasn't going to have it at this one either.

I don't feel like this chapter is long enough, but I'm literally about to pass out. So I'm going to make the next chapter part of the prologue. I knwo you guys probably want to see Alicia bite it in the but, so I'll definately give it to you. Anyways...

Please Review. I'm always up for ideas :) Plus I'd like to know your thoughts and I'll answer any questions as well. So Please feel free to review and critique and criticize as much as you'd like. I's be thankful for opinions and like I said, I'll consider some ideas too.

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