BOCD
Table #18
Tuesday, September 8th
8:21 A.M.

The New Pretty Committee was hurt and shocked. Shocked that absolutely anyone was not gushing over their shimmering outfits, or punching their buddies because of their hotness, or envy-staring at them. Had they amnesia? Had they forgotten who the new and true alphas were? Had they forgotten about last year? What was wrong with BOCD? Or was something wrong with them???
The NPC shuddered at the thought. They did not want to think about that. Because there couldn't be anything wrong with their tans, right? Or maybe it was their wind-swept hair. Or maybe their eyes were bloodshot from staying tossing and turning all last night, stressing about the first day of eight grade.
It couldn't be them. It was just impossible, at least according to the Alpha side of Massie. But the LBR side of her (and she would never admit it, but yes, she had an LBR side like everybody else,) was screaming on the inside and crying out loud, wishing for it all to go away. Had her magic faded?

Now, they were speed-texting a mile a minute, their thumbs working overtime, wondering what the hell was going on.

Dylan: Who's that?

Massie Block looked over to where Dylan was looking and gasped. Sitting on Cam's lap was a girl with long, blonde hair and clear blue eyes and a perfect nose with a striking resemblance to Ashlee Simpson. After the shock wore off, she reassumed her bored position. Wannabe, she though in her mind as she texted her discovery.

Alicia: close. Olivia Ryan w/ an A.S. Nose job + x-tensions.
Kristen: 2nd nose job?
Alicia: 3rd.
Dylan: OMG! Josh Hotz sitting btwn Strawberry & Kori!

Massie refused to look over at the losers beyond repair, seeing to it being disturbing as they sucked up to Josh and tried to get his attention, but he seemed to check his phone a lot instead of paying attention to them.

Alicia:? Is JH doing with those LBRs?
Dylan: Y r they allowed at the soccer table?
Massie: Y do u care?

She lifted her charm bracelet, hoping to remind them about the pact they made an hour ago. But the texts kept flying.

Kristen: S&K became BFF with O at sum school. O's older bro Andy has a sk8 ramp. The boys rode it all summer and K, S, and O would watch. So ah-nnoying. Stalker much?
Alicia: Y didn't u tell us?
Kristen: NPC rules. Aren't we over them?
Massie sighed in frustration and punched in "Yes! We! R!" on her phone then fired it off.

Dylan: OMG! Is Derrington wearing jeans?

Massie's head snapped up and she shot out of her eco-seat, but quickly noticed and sat. She had spent most of her Derrington days wishing he'd get over his shorts obsession and get some cute jeans, like Diesel, or some other designer brand. And now that he had dumped her, He had. She couldn't believe him. It was so unfair. She felt hurt, and angered, and used.
Instead of paying attention to her screaming broken heart gush about how cute he looked, she shrugged it off with an eye-roll and one final text.

Massie: Whatevs! Boyfast or bust!

Done, Done, and done. The textathon was officially over.

Massie lifted her eyes off her phone to "pay attention" to Principal Burns about some reverse vending machines (stupidest idea ever), when she saw her.

She didn't have much time from when she noticed her. She only had eight seconds until she got to their table, which it was obvious she was heading that way, since she was just strolling by, her eyes on table eighteen. Everyone in BOCD was staring at her, either because of what a knockout she was, or because they knew she was going to get a huge case of crash and burn coming from Massie, and that public humiliation was a no-brainer. Even thought the NPC wasn't that much popular anymore, everyone still knew what Massie Block could do.

In the first second, she noticed her hair. It was a beautiful shade of chestnut-red hair with natural golden highlights that reflected of the sun from the windows of the new green café and fell in soft waves down her back, and side bangs that fell just above the tip of her thick, black maybe-she's-born-with-them lashes, exposing bright, glowing violet eyes. Massie didn't even know that was possible. Maybe they were contacts? She wondered/assured herself, but even the LBRs could tell that they were 100% real. In second #2, Massie saw her perfect skin. It was not tanned; it was not freakishly pale, but nice, with barely-noticeable freckles on her cheekbones. In seconds number 3, 4, 5 and 6 she noticed her clothes. She had on black skinny jeans from an unknown brand that even Massie couldn't recognize, but they were cute. A white cami with a shrunken beat up black motorcycle jacket was giving the outfit an edge to the otherwise boring ensemble, and turquoise Airwalks replaced the high heels. But the striking thing that made the outfit rock and catch eyes was the turquoise tutu positioned on top of her jeans. It was cool, edgy, completely crazy, and HOT.

Seconds 7, 8, and 9 were wasting in noticing that this girl did not wear any makeup. What girl didn't wear makeup in BOCD? It was crazy, but her natural beauty was just so that she didn't need makeup to top it all off. It was ok. Massie noticed her eyes sparkle as she got closer to table eighteen and then she noticed. This girl was a total threat. Not only for her, but for their already-threatened Alpha status. And she was walking towards their table.

The last second was used in the shock that came that the girl didn't hover over their table looking nervous and asked if she could sit with them. No. She round up came, pull over a chair, and sat between Claire and Massie, with no grace and no clue that she had just done what every girl at BOCD had wished and feared to do since last year.

"Um, ex-ka-use-me????" Massie asked? Her amber eyes turning mean. That kind of glare would have made even the Pretty Committee tremble, and Claire sure did, but the girl didn't react. She just placed her red bag (another name-less brand) on the table and then, pushing it aside, she leaned on the table and folded her arms, her piercing violet eyes looking directly at Massie. "Ex-ka-use-you what?" she mocked Massie while looking around the table at every member of the Pretty Committee, whose mouth was hanging open at the girl's courage. The thought buzzing in the New Pretty Committee's mind was "who does she think she is???????"
And this Alpha was not gonna take it.

Massie inhaled in and out rapidly, and then prepared for a comeback that would make the girl cry. She was going to be sorry. Sorry that she ever had the courage to just barge in their table like that.

"Ex-ka-use-me, what do you think you are doing at OUR table?" Massie asked, one eyebrow up, her signature mean face. But yet again, the girl didn't care.

"Si-tting." She stated as she took out a magazine and flipped through it.

The NPC looked over at Massie, awaiting the surely-on-its-way comeback.

"I'm sorry, no wannabes allowed in this table, so, out." Massie dissed her, exchanging a round of celebratory high-fives by the PC.

"Why do you say I'm a wannabe?" the mysterious girl asked, taking out a little cup filled with condensed milk and then chugging it down. Massie's jaw locked just from thinking about the sugar rush, and then caught with the corner of her eyes Claire, who was smiling. She glared at her, and then she stopped.

At the sight of a girl who understood her, Dylan burped, "CCCCOOONNDEEENSSEED MIIILLLKKK", and Claire, Dylan, Kristen, and the girl cracked up. Massie and Alicia stayed silent, glaring at the others.

"Nnniiiiceeee" The girl congratulated Dylan, and they high-fived each other. Massie had actual steam coming out of her ears, and her nostrils flared. Dylan caught her expression and sat of her hands, looking down, but from the corner of her amber eyes she saw Dylan beaming at the girl.

"Um, have you looked in a mirror? Were you blindfolded when you picked your clothes?" Massie asked, hating herself for dissing such an outfit, but what could she do? She had to put that girl in place, whoever she was. Alicia giggled and they exchanged another high five on her behalf.
They were the only ones, as Dylan looked away, Kristen tugged on her shark-tooth necklace, and Claire checked out Cam and Olivia over her shoulder.

The girl smiled a smug smile and repositioned her motorcycle jacket. "Actually, yes" she explained as she put away the empty cup in her bag. "I lost a bet with my brother, but I still picked something good. I know what my clothes' fabrics feel like so I had no problem picking out what I wanted, even blindfolded."

The NPC stared at her, dumbfounded.

"Um, are you poor? " Massie asked, and the New Pretty Committee giggled in the upcoming of the comeback. Or at least, they tried too.

"I actually think I am making sense, don't you think? But then again…. " She trailed off, not making any sense this time. Massie's jaw clenched. How did she know how the comeback was going to end? Oh no, she thought as her ears rang. Was she going to faint?

Pissed off, Massie sighed in frustration. "Don't you get it? You can sit here." She snapped, stretching out the "sit" to make it a point. Dylan snickered and then went back to admiring her jean-covered thighs.

"Um, why???"The girl asked as she twirled a lock of her in her finger. "Oh, that's pretty" she said to herself about some dress in her magazine, not paying attention to the alpha. Alicia tried to peek at the magazine, but sat back in shame when Massie caught her, letting a curtain of dark hair hide her tanned face.

Massie's thoughts were speeding 100 miles per hour. She could not allow them to like this girl. Now that she thought about it, she didn't know her name. Well, whoever her name was, Massie couldn't care less. But it looked like the girl didn't either.

"Because, this table is just for the Pretty Committee only" Alicia chirped in, imitating Massie's glare, trying to suck up to the Alpha.

The girl looked bored. "So????" she asked, like she didn't care.

Massie gasped.
She had met her match.

"Did I invite you to my BBQ?" Massie tried, but the girl had a smug smile on her face.

"Just so you know, we are not on a barbeque, and I'm pretty sure I'm not all up on a grill, since I'm sitting on this chair." She pointed to the mahogany chair under her ah-dorable turquoise tutu.

Jaws hung. No one had ever talked to Massie Block that way. Why couldn't she break her? Was her power fading? Was she done? Or worse, now with that girl here, was she out?
What would it take to make this girl leave her (and her Alpha status) alone???

"Well, you better leave, because canNOT sit here." Massie flicked an invisible piece of lint of her nail. "So leave before I humiliate you." She leaned forward and folded her arms, in a position that was meant for business and to intimidate, like her father said.

"And I would care why???" The girl leaned back in her chair and folded her arms too, with mayor amounts of duh! in her voice.

Kristen and Dylan gasped, Alicia's eyes opened wide, and Claire dabbed at her cuticles.

The girl noticed Massie's do-it-or-i-will-strangle-you-and-then-feed-you-to-lions-to-then-kill-the-lions-and-eat-you-myself expression and took the hint. She picked up her bag and then shrugged. "Goodbye then. Nice spending lunch with you. I had fun" she said smiling brightly, stretching out the word fun like a six year old. She looked at Massie (who was still fuming) and then smiled a genuine smile, and Massie clamed down, but got more confused. She didn't know what was with that girl. She just beat her in her own game, and then she smiled in peace and honesty, like a true friend. "Riley Applebaum, at your service" she winked and then walked away to sit at the boys table, with no back-glance or asking, like she did with them.

The New Pretty Committee looked at Massie; fear in their eyes, silently asking themselves what would their alpha do. But Massie ignored them and stared at Riley. She had a good-in-a-weird-way feeling towards her, not knowing why, but she felt as if Riley were a friend, even after being dissed in public. She smiled.

The bell rang, signaling everyone to go to first period. The screech of chairs being pulled back filled the green café, and then everyone started chatting away about how exciting it was to be back. Massie pulled back her chair and the NPC followed her as they quietly left the café, everyone busy with their own thoughts. Suddenly, Massie stopped to a halt, and the girls stopped too, alarmed and surprised that they bumped into their alpha.

"Go on to your classes" she said absentmindedly. "I'll go in a sec; I need to take care of something."

After mumbling goodbyes, the NPC departed, and Massie stood alone in the new green café, except for the rest of students making their way out of the new cafeteria. Massie made her way through the crowd until she found Riley, and then janked her arm towards her. Riley stared at Massie with a smile, not alarmed at all.

"Hey, the NPC and I are going to the mall today after school. Care to join?" she asked, surprising herself at the words she just said. She expected Riley to be surprised too after how she treated her, but she just smiled back. What was with this girl?!

"awesum" she said and then left, glancing back at Massie one more time and smiling the genuine smile, giving Massie an i-think-i-have-met-her-before-and-like-her-but-i-have-no-idea-who-she-is feeling in the pit of her stomach.

It would be an exciting year.