A/N: Hiya! So in order to cure my writer's block, and also to put more stories in the Clique section(as if it needs more), and even maybe I just kinda feel like it, I have decided to make this! The chapters integrate from Capital X(aka my made up group) and The Pretty Committee(aka the ones we already know). I DO NOT own the Clique. It would probably be horrible if I did. So enjoy and don't forget to review!

"Guess what guys"? Our lives are officially over! And it's all Leah's fault." Hailey angrily pointed out to Nikki, Leah, Amy, and I. Hailey rarely gets mad, so when she said this to us, we all were incredibly shocked.

"Oh, calm down Hails! It's not all my fault. I distinctively remember all of you ah-greeing with my plan to take all of the air out of the principal's tires and keying her car! None of you tried to stop me! And I even more remember Alyson telling me to key-in the word 'Porn-Star' onto the car! Isn't that right?" Leah said defensively before turning to me with a glare on her face. I rolled my eyes. An alpha shouldn't be subjected to this.

"Get over yourself, Leah. Okay, so we all thought it would be a good idea at the moment. But the second you pulled the key and needle out of your Derek Lam bag, I swear we all told you nawt to do it." I said with my mom's special disappointment face. It always makes me feel horrible and guilty, so why not try it out on Leah?

"We should have never even thought about it in the first place." Nikki said as tears rolled down her face. Her blue eyes were now murky "It was wrong and stupid. We don't know why she decided to be a porn star. She could have needed the extra money or something. We shouldn't have even been looking through her desk in the first place."

"Yeah, well she shouldn't have been nagging at us to stop dressing so 'provocatively' when all we did was wear some stupid miniskirts—ONCE! She's such a hypocrite!" Amy said back. She rolled her eyes in disgust and went back to reading her magazine. We were sitting outside of the principal's office, waiting for our parents to get out of the office so they could yell at us. Technically, we didn't go to the school anymore. Leah got us all expelled.

"Guys, how about instead of fighting, we think of what to explain to our parents? We'll be grounded until infinity if we don't have a good excuse." I told them worriedly. I never act worried, at least not in public. But now, I had a major reason. I was biting down on my lips and tapping my freshly manicured fingers on the arm of the bench we were sitting on. My other hand tirelessly continued to twirl my dark brown, wavy hair. I was freaking out. Not just because of the fact that our parents were going to kill us, but also because of my alpha logic.

No school means no cliques. No cliques means no Capital X(or CX for short). No Capital X means all of us being back to our former place as major LBRs! I had struggled for so long to get to my current alpha status, and I most certainly am nawt going to let some stupid expulsion get in the way of that. "And even more, we have to discuss what we're gonna do about not having a school to rule." I stated while looking over at the girls, scanning their faces.

"Well, we could always blame it on someone else." Amy suggested. Her green eyes darted back and forth as she halfheartedly smiled. Her auburn bob shimmered from the light coming through the window across from us. She had shampooed with that stuff that my personal stylist had given her last week to control her normally unruly hair. But she hadn't listened when I had told her to put some cover-up over her freckles. They were cute, but in a babyish way.

"No, we already kinda admitted to Principal Henson that we were the ones who did it. Our parents already know." Nikki, the voice of reason uttered. Her eyes were red from her recent crying, and she uncontrollably kept sucking up air through her small nose. Her dirty blonde bangs settled over her forehead perfectly as the rest of her long hair was hung over her shoulders. She would have looked like a 10 if it wasn't for the fact that her pink cheeks were stained with tears.

"Well how about we tell them it was an accident? Like, we can say we meant to put that on another car?" Hailey said with a hopeful tone. I could tell she still wanted to plant a scape-goat on Leah some more by the way she kept coldly staring at her with her hazel eyes. She kept running a hand through her dark brown—almost black—shoulder length hair. Her soft face made her look innocent, but she really wasn't.

"Like they'll believe something as stupid as that? Wait! I got it! We could tell them we were threatened to do it!" said Leah excitedly. Her anger had subsided and a smile had grown on her face. Her light brown hair was straightened to perfection and put into a French braid. Two strands of hair framed her face, which was bright and glowing. Who knew that after getting expelled, someone would be so dang happy?

"Hmm, that last one wouldn't be a bad idea." I said. We soon began to plan out exactly how we would say everything to our parents. They would just have to understand.

"You 5 are in very big trouble." Said Hailey's incredibly strict mom as she and the rest of our parents walked through the door with Principal Porn Star—I mean Principal Henson. Sigh, here we go…