Disclaimer: I do not own the Clique.
Disclaimer: The Doublemint twins refers to Alicia's twin cousins.
One
day in the great city of Westchester, while the the alphas of off all
alphas were scanning their Myspaces, a tiny red banner intruded their
pages."What
would you like to tell your latest ex?"Alicia
Rivera bit her lips as she read the post.Her
latest ex?Josh
Hotz.The
reason?That
fucking Nina...Again.Yo
Josh, all I wanna say is you're a rat-assed bitch with no backbone.
And btw your hair looks like Trump took a shit on your head.
-LeeshyBabeKemp
Hurley got the forward and spun in his Staples computer chair.He
had every intention to answer the forward, But
who was his latest ex?He
wasn't much into labels...Especially
because that always led to him being called Seth Rogen or something
equally stupid.He
made out with Olivia, Behind
Dempsey's back, He
tried to feel up Alicia, He
tried harder to feel up Nina and the Doublemint twins...Then
Dylan.He
scratched his mop of frizzy hair then finally clicked the box.All
I wannAz say izz U WUUUZZ hott an NEVA shoulda left meh.
-KempAlempSuddenly
the offending banner scrolled onto The Queen Bee's profile.Namely,
Massie Block.What
did she want to say to her ex?Well,
she was happy with Derrington now, Why
would she even need to acknowledge Todd?But
whatever...She
couldn't say she hated Todd.He
wasn't mean to her.He
had spent enough time with her.He
remembered her birthday.He
just had the wrong last name, And
the wrong age.Todd,
I hope you're happy with Lil Nate. -Massicre!!!!!Josh
just happened to log onto Myspace as the banner made its way into his
system.What
did he want to say to Alicia?That
she was a whore?Ugly?A
fucking airhead?But
did he mean that?Sort
of...He
just found Nina so much more desirable...The
curves, The
hair, The
accent, The
non-fake ethnicity.Plus,
He
could introduce her to Polo, Instead
of just neck with his female twin.The
response page just happened to pop up as he was about to type
anything.DONALD
TRUMP?????THIS...WAS...ON.Yo00o0o0o0o0o
ALICIA aLL imma say is u a FAT, UGLY, bastard wh0 cant even get her
saggin milk sacks above huh nEEz. An btw turn up the thermoSTAT cuz
no1 wanna see ur fugly banana nips. -j0osH
Kristen
Gregory was innocently buying her man Plovert a martini when a
familiar-looking red box popped up out of nowhere.Suddenly
her eyes widened and her toes crunched up.Ex.Ex.What
would she tell her ex?She
knew what she WANTED to say.Dune-buggy
cut off that damn ponytail.But
there was NO WAY she was going to even MENTION him.Not
on the web, Not
in conversation, Never.Because
if it ever got out that she dated Dune, She'd
have to admit that she had cheated on Plov.And
there was NO WAY that was happening.I
don't have an ex; all I need is Plovvy, past present and future. -K
Cam was just finishing a new poem for his ripe Strawberry when Big Red ate up half of his computer screen.
What did he want to say to his ex?
He didn't have a bad word to say about Claire
Or Nikki.
But how could he not answer an anonymous Internet survey thing?
It would ruin his social status!
Claire, keep your beautiful chin up, you'll find what's yours one of these days.
Nickel, you're worth more then five cents!
I love you both, but I do have my fruit. Best of Luck! -CaMmm
In between chocolaty bites, Dylan Marvil noticed a red intrusion sneak up on her music page.
What to tell her ex?
Dempsey.
Dempsey.
Sort of like Kempsie.
Ew.
Dylan immediately shook the thought of the Queen Bee and wannabe in a passionate embrace.
What did she want to say?
"You should have never run off to Olivia?"
"We should have gotten engaged?"
"I hate that your green eyes are prettier then mine?"
Tears suddenly left clean streaks on her cocoa-stained cheeks.
She decided she was going to say what she wanted to tell him from the very first minute she met him.
Yo Demp, you should change ur name. No1 watches Grey's Anatomy anymore+ why be associated with an old guy? - 3 Dyl 3
As Plovvie tried to negotiate his new-fangled computation machine what looked like a SpyWare notice popped up randomly.
Just as he was going to call and sue Bill Gates directly, he noticed the question at hand.
What would he like to tell his ex?
Frankly, he didn't know.
Why would he care what any other girl was doing?
He had his Kristen, and that was all that mattered.
He was still searching for a ring,
But that could come later.
He read the comments and smiled to himself.
Why were he and Kristen so perfect for each other?
Why was she able to sum up his own true feelings in just one simple clack of the keyboard?
But, he was not going to let this golden opportunity go by.
So happy w/ my K-boo, but all I shud say is, Cookie please dye ur hair, u look 2 much like Claire. -P-LOV
Claire Lyons was minding her own business when a single red devil popped onto her screen.
She scrunched up her face at Plovert's comment.
She did NOT look like Cookie Olsen.
Did she??
There was NO WAY she was standing for this.
She was NOT going to be compared to an LBR,
So soon after being declared an alpha.
She was going to rile up the PC tomorrow.
Hell she was going to get Skye Hamilton.
She was going to get such a makeover,
A really sexy new look.
Contacts!
Dye job!
New wardrobe!
Oh yeah wasn't she supposed to be answering some stupid Myspace thing?
Oh right, the ex factor...
Plovert, get the fuck off ur crutches an get some glasses. Im so much hotter then Shortbread or even ur jockstrap bitch. get a fucking life an maybe an ass-lift. -Clehh
Derrington was picking at his cuticles when the ribbon danced onto his homepage.
What would he like to say to his ex?
Well, he knew what he WANTED to say.
But was it worth it?
Yes, it was.
He didn't care anymore.
He was going to let the whole world know his feelings,
His secret relationship.
He didn't care if Massie knew,
He didn't care if Alicia knew.
He pushed his buttery locks out of his eyes and took a deep breath.
CC, I'm still in love w/ u -DerrBear.
The
banner continued to swirl around the web picking up comments from
other LBRs.Some
even in other countries.But
what none of them knew,Was
that the culprit of the whole scheme,Was
just down the hall from their dear Layne,In
a painted black roomWith
pictures of the PC dancing along the walls.