Hey, this is my first Clique story! I'm planning on writing more and hopefully soon. So Read and review, Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Clique series or any of its characters.

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Massie Block, the leader, the perfectionist, the diva, the queen. OCD revolves her head. She sparkles like her lips after a fresh coat of Glossip Girl, and looks fabulous in even the skinniest pair of Paige jeans. The only reason she keeps TPC around her every waking moment is to remind herself and everyone else around her, that she is better, prettier, more confident and more alpha-ish then any of us ever could be.

On the contrary, we did have the opportunity to become and alpha. We had the potential to become the "it" girl of OCD, and then some. All of us did, until Massie Block smushed us underneath the heel of her Jimmy Choo boot.

I never used to worry about my weight. In fact, I think I was skinner before I started obsessing. It all started in the fifth grade. We were at a pool party. All of us were prancing in to our first co-ed summer bash when Massie turned her amber eyes towards me. Her stare nearly sliced me in half on the spot. Then she stopped, and the rest of us mimicked. She stepped in front of me, gave me a once over, and opened her mouth to speak.

"Dylan, what are you wearing?" she asked me with a death glare in her eye.

"A Calvin Klein bathing suit from his newest summer line, Juicy shorts, and Victoria's Secret flip flops," I managed to release from my mouth, my whole body shaking.

"Call you driver," She said in a dictating voice that made the whole Pretty Committee jump.

"What?!" I squeaked, with a volume no higher than a whisper.

"I said, call you driver!" Massie's voice was now booming and I searched her face for some kind of foolish smirk or lighted eyes but only pure rage showed.

"But, but why?" I said in a voice a mouse could overpower.

"Because, I will not be seen with someone who has a pot-belly! Now call you driver and don't come back until your wearing a tankini! I don't even care if it's from Target! Just change into something decent!" She yelled.

I called my driver, and told him to pick me up ASAP. Tears were falling freely from my eyes, and people stared and gave me softened looks as they entered the party. The one and only Derrington even tried to console me, but I pushed him off of me without telling him what my "BFF" had did.

Needless to say, I never went back to that party.

So here I am now, 2 years later, still being controlled by Massie Block. I still struggle with the weight issues I never had to begin with, and the overly thick hair that Massie says makes me look like a Yorkie that got a bad blow dry.

Here I am, Dylan Marvil, daughter of Merri-Lee Marvil, one of the most widely know TV hosts in the country, being controlled by Massie Block.

Here I am, pretending not to be impressed by Claire's acting skills. Pretending that I'm happy that she gave up that movie offer to stay with us, when I would've glued a million strands of goat hair to my eyebrows to get away from my tyrant of a best friend.

Now I know that forever more, whenever the smell of Chanel No. 5 reaches my face, I'll tremble in fear of Massie Block, because no matter how silly and childish it is to be afraid of her, I know she started my greatest weakness.

Now thanks to Massie Fucking Block, I'm a desperate anorexic with no one out there to help me.

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I always thought that Dylan would end up with some kind of eating disorder because she's so insecure. She's personally my favorite character, because she seems so real in a glamorous sort of way. So read and review, and I hope you like it!