Author's Note: I haven't written a clique fic since I was literally 13 (5 years if anyone's counting). Anyways, I auditioned for Grease recently and felt inspired (mostly by NOT getting cast, believe it or not). And I thought it would be a fun scenario to put the PC in! I have no guarantees on whether or not I'll finish this, but I do have 3 1/2 chapters written, so there will be at least four.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Clique or Grease.

Octavian Country Day School
1st floor Math Classroom
2:07 PM Friday, January 23

Last period study hall was the only class the entire Pretty Committee shared, and they liked to make it apparent. Alicia and Dylan were turned totally around in their chairs, opting to face Massie and Kristen rather than the pile of homework on their desks. Massie couldn't care less about what they were talking about, but she was interested in all the wannabes. No, classmates, she had to correct herself. She truly was trying to turn over a new leaf, no matter how hard it was. Still, out of the corner of her eyes, Massie could see all of her classmates absolutely enamored as Dylan recounted meeting some singer on her mom's show. Massie glanced back at Claire, the poor fifth wheel, who was at the desk behind Massie absently chewing a nail and scratching down some answer to what ever question she was focused on. Even Massie could see her practically begging to be involved.

Before Massie could invite her in, the PA system crackled and an unfamiliar voice came across. Everyone shoots Alicia a look, she was the only one who had made announcements in the better part of a month.

"Hello students!" A bubbly voice intercepted. Even Massie raised a brow at Alicia.

Alicia was practically catatonic with shock. She barely seemed noticed the strange looks she was receiving.

"This is the drama teacher, Miss Brown. I just wanted to let you all know that auditions for this year's musical are going to be on Monday after school!" Miss Brown paused, almost as if she was waiting for applause she would never hear.

Massie, Alicia, Kristen, and Dylan all audibly scoffed, rolled their eyes, and generally dissaproved. Claire, however, let out a little gasp that practically spun Massie's chair for her. Claire's bright blue eyes were even brighter at the mention of the musical. Massie suddenly felt embarrassed for her closest friend. The musicals at OCD were notoriously embarrassing. They were usually chocked full of the losers, even among losers. And they always had to do a half-baked adaption of something where they cut out all the male roles. Last year's Cinderalla with no prince had taken the cake, with Cinderella finding her shoe in the castle's lost and found and marrying herself at the end. Massie tapped Claire's wrist and shook her head, trying to communicate that she should not be excited.

"You'll need to prepare a song, with accompaniment. No a capella please!" She continued. "And, now the exciting part. This year, we're going to be doing Grease!" There was another collective groan. "The school edition of course," she added. "Aaand, we'll be partnering with Briarwood, to bring the show in it's truest form!" Attention suddenly perked at the mention of Briarwood, a name synonymous with boys. "That's right, for the first time in OCD history, we're going to have a co-ed musical!" Now there was cheering, showing how truly boy starved everyone in the room was. Miss Brown continued among the noise. "Now, to recap: Please come to the BRIARWOOD drama room after school on MONDAY. Please prepare a song with acompaniment. NO ACAPELLA. And break a leg everyone!"

Claire leaned forward and cupped her hands near Massie's ear. "Cam and Derrington are auditioning," she whispered. And now Massie finds herself excited

Massie responded at regular volume. "Oh really KUH-LAIRE, you know some of the boys who are auditioning? How?"

Claire turned beat red as a hush fell across the room. She could feel 30 sets of eyes locked directly on her. "They did the announcement yesterday at Briarwood and Cam told me," Claire offered lowly.

"That's so cool!" Alicia and Dylan piled on. "I can't believe CLAIRE knows all about the school musical!" They said, garnering even the teachers attention as all the students flocked to Claire and the rest of the Pretty Committee.

"Who's getting the lead?" Faux-livia asked, seeming to have missed the entire audition part of the anouncement.

"Yeah?" Another airhead chimed in agreeance.

"Which boys are auditioning?" Someone from the back of the crowd pried.

"What's Grease about?" Another voice asked.

"Girls, sit down!" The teacher shouted above all of them. "If you're that interested, go to the audition."

Massie watched the clock, as the room became still after the outburst. She could tell everyone was thinking about the play, and they were likely to be swarmed after class. She didn't mind though. As much work as it was, she enjoyed it when people thought she knew more than them. And Massie had found recently, she especially enjoyed building her friends up. Particularly Claire, who could use all the help she can get. It felt like hours by the time the bell finally rung, and at last the silence broke. And once again they're surrounded, everyone was shouting questions and Massie watched Claire politely try to answer all the questions, and she felt extra fuzzy.

It took nearly ten minutes for the girls to wade their way through crowd of girls asking questions, and almost another ten for them to even make it to the Range Rover. The girls piled in and Isaac greets them, but none of them seem to acknowledge him.

"You really know about auditioning, Kuh-laire?" Dylan said, looking at Claire with a mild disgust.

"Of course she does, Dylan," Massie asserted. "She was the lead in her last school play."

"You're just saying that because you're all obsessed with her or something," Dylan countered. "I could have one of my mom's people call the school and I'll be Sandy." Her tone was matter-of-fact, and Massie wanted to scream. Dylan was an absolute broken record with the constant threatening to use her Mom's fame. At one time Massie found it endearing, and a good to use escape plan. Now, she was just annoyed.

"Incase anyone hasn't learned from the design contest," Massie looks pointedly toward Alicia at first, but her gaze slowly crossed all her friends, "Maybe we should do this one fair and square."

"It's fun, I promise," Claire said, practically sweating with all the tension in the car. "You dance, right Alicia?"

Alicia answered dryly. "Yeah."

"Than you'll have fun! The dance part of the audition is always the most fun, I'm sure it'll be easy for you!" Claire said, forcing a grin. "And I can help you all pick songs! I mean, unless you already have some in mind. And we can practice them tonight and stuff . . ." Claire trailed off once she realized nobody really seemed that interested.

"No thanks," Dylan snorted. "I'd rather let professionals help me. I'm not going to be over tonight."

"I'll take the help," Kristen offered.

Alicia glanced at Dylan, then to Massie and Kristen. All of them were looking at her with pleading eyes. Alicia looked to Dylan one more time, but quickly averted her eyes. She knew it'd be foolish to try and cross Massie, but she also didn't want to upset Dylan. "I think I'm going to help Olivia, she could really use it," she said, opting to not pick any side.

Massie frowned. "I guess that's okay."

It wasn't. The last Friday night sleepover Alicia had intentionally skipped had ended in an outright betrayal. But, Massie thought back to the self help books her mother had lent her and decided to try and let it go. Even if it meant Alicia or Dylan wouldn't be there.

The rest of the ride was practically silent and Massie felt dizzy. She hated the feeling when all of her friends were divided. But, she knew doing the play together would be good for them. She could see them as the Pink Ladies, they did mirror them at least a little bit in Massie's opinion. She wasn't the most knowledgeable on Grease, but she knew enough to know that they we're the bad girls of Rydell High. And maybe, the Pretty Comittee could be the bad girls of OCD. The thought of matching jackets even flitted through Massie's mind.