The Clique
Massie scowled at her friend, Alicia, who had just made a joke about her tiny boobs.
"I wouldn't be talking, considering yours are bigger than Pamela Anderson's!" Massie fired back.
"Thanks a lot!" Alicia shrieked.
Massie's three other friends, Claire, Kristen, and Dylan, laughed. They all knew Massie was clever and could always come up with a good comeback.
Claire brushed her newly grown-out blond bangs out of her eyes. "Good one, Mass!"
"Sooo, are we going to the mall?" Kristen asked.
"Yes, but I really don't want to go to Abercrombie!" Dylan, the self-conscious redhead said.
"Of course. Let's get out of here before my mom wants us to clean up," Massie snickered. Her usually spotless white room with purple accents was a mess from her sleepover. Bags of chips and cans of Diet Coke were scattered all over the floor. The girls started to kick the junk under Massie's bed and strolled casually out of the room.
Everyone knew who the Pretty Committee was. It consisted of Massie, the brunette alpha, Alicia, the perfect-looking beta, Claire, the blond who still needed some fashion help, Dylan, the redhead with the celebrity mother, and Kristen, the awesome, but middle-class blond athlete. They wore designer clothes and shoes and carried around vintage and designer handbags. They each had some sort of talent and were the most popular seventh graders at Octavian Country Day School in Westchester, New York. They rode around in limos and Mercedes. They also took monthly shopping trips to New York City to bulk up their stylish wardrobes. And they took regular shopping trips to the Westchester mall, just like they are right now.
The girls were browsing in an ah-dorable new vintage store with awesome tees for the springtime and cute retro handbags. Claire stumbled around in her new wedge heel clogs, carrying a decent sized pile of shirts.
Massie came over with her shopping bag. Claire figured that she had already checked out. "Cool stuff," Massie mumbled and called out, "Dylan! Kris! Leesh! Hurry up!"
Her other friends hurried with their credit cards to the counter and paid for their stuff. Massie impatiently tapped the toe of her wedge-heeled boot on the polished wood floor. "Gawd you guys are slow."
"It was that dude's fault!" Dylan defended herself.
"I agree," Kristen replied.
"Me too!" Alicia said, and folded her arms across her chest.
Massie stomped out of the store with her friends trailing behind. They could be soooooo aggravating! Someone caught her eye, however, and she was instantly cheered up. It was Derrington, her super-cute boyfriend.
"Hey!" she yelled across the mall. She felt dorky suddenly and regretted doing it.
"Hey Block." Massie thought it was awesome how he called her by her last name. They were the perfect soap opera couple.
Claire's boyfriend, Cam, was with him also. Claire hurried to stand next to Massie.
"Hi Cam," Claire said. Massie was envious of how calm Claire was, and wondered how she kept her cool.
"Hi Claire," Cam smiled and blushed. The two of them always seemed to blush near each other ever since their first kiss together.
The two couples went off to Starbucks to get iced lattes, leaving Alicia, Dylan, and Kristen standing there in the middle of the mall.
"I'm in control now because I'm the beta," Alicia said. She stuck her nose up high in the air like a total snob. She was interrupted when her cell phone vibrated. The other girls peered over her shoulder to see what was going on.
MASSIE: get over here u moron!
ALICIA: sorry!
"So much for your moment of glory," Dylan smirked and tossed her hair over her shoulder.
"Too bad," Kristen said with mock pity.
"Just shut up and walk!" Alicia barked.
Massie was glad for the distraction when her friends strolled in, pretending to laugh so everyone would look at them. She took a long sip of her mint chocolate chip latte. She whipped her head around when she heard Claire slurping her strawberry latte. Massie jabbed her arm, making her stop slurping to grab her arm and wince in pain.
"Manners!" Massie whispered only loud enough so Claire could hear.
The 3 other girls dragged over a table so they could be next to Massie and Claire. Everyone was joking and laughing until the scent of "Pink" from Victoria's Secret filled their nostrils. They knew it could only be May, the ah-nnoyingly pretty new girl. The only thing she loved more than herself was Starbucks, or at least that was what Massie had heard. She walked over to them. She had black hair in tight ringlets down to the middle of her back and blue-green eyes. She kept her skin flawless and pale and wore very noticeable yet attractive lip gloss. She had told Massie she liked the "dramatic" look.
"Hey!" she said.
Massie had to admit she was fashionable. She was wearing a black velvet blazer, and rhinestone-studded jeans tucked into black velvet pointy-toed boots. Her pink diamond heart earrings reflected the light in the room and nearly blinded Massie.
"Hola, May. Did you just get back from another plastic surgery?" Alicia inquired. Massie secretly knew that Alicia was worried that May would take her place as the prettiest girl in the school because her face, (and her boobs,) were almost as noticeable as hers.
"Actually, no. I just got back from a date with Josh Hotz!" she replied. Josh was Alicia's crush, but he didn't like her, so May knew this would piss of Alicia.
Alicia bit her lip, mustered up some courage, and flipped May the bird.
"Bitch," May mumbled and walked away.
"She's just jealous, Leesh," Massie said.
"We should go," Cam said kindly.
"Thanks" Claire said, and the two boys left.
Alicia's face was slightly red and puffy, but she refused to cry and make her mascara drip down her face. Damn. Another thing she envied about May. Her lashes were so long and dark, she didn't even need mascara or an eyelash curler. Dylan put an arm on her shoulder.
"You're a mess. Can we go now, Massie?"
"Sure, Dylan. At least we hit one shop. Everything is gonna be fine, Alicia," Massie said.
"I really wish that was true," Alicia replied shakily.
A/N: Well, that was the first chappie! Hope you enjoyed!