Ohmygawd! I don't know how to add chapters so I deleted my old story and made a new one…any help? If any nice person out there is willing to teach me how to add chapters don't be hesitant to message me the ways. Thanks! I hope you enjoy The Secrets of the Clique!

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Massie: Started a worldwide famous magazine that's the hottest thing since Vogue. Couldn't bear to dump her love for fashion so opened six ultra-exclusive boutiques that only appear in four cities around the globe. Right now she's rich, successful, drop-dead hawt, has half the world worshipping her, and is engaged to her gorgeous high school sweetheart. Then why isn't she happy…?

Alicia: Didn't end up being a journalist but what the hell. Divides time dishing out gossip on E! News(If she happens to be in the States), modeling for Ralph Lauren, starring in people's music videos, and dating Josh. Life is perfect…until her love for gossip goes too far...

Kristen: On a strict diet. Needs to lose two pounds for the upcoming photo shoot. How the hell did she end up as a forever-dieting model and not a famous athlete of some type? Too late to regret the crappy choice. Just broke up with her boyfriend …about to be drafted out into a not-as-popular LBR company…doesn't have time to hang out with TPC...can life suck even more? Apparently it can...

Dylan: Took over The Daily Grind after Merri-Lee got pregnant with her newly-wed husband. Is currently secretly dating Kristin's ex…and sucking up diet shakes 24/7 so the camera can stop making her look fat. Determined to lose wait even if it kills her...

Claire: Only one who married. Spends her time mostly—if not teaching her kindergarten class--- stuck at home or taking photography. Couldn't be happier with such a simple life. But what happens when her ex-love pops back into town...?

Derrington: Just went back to England for his cousin's wedding. Still slightly depressed over the "for the best" high school break-up. Decides that a little mingling with British chicks to get her off his mind wouldn't do him any harm and runs off clubbing. Doesn't expect to meet one of the girls there…

Cam: Gave up on soccer. Is now spending an extra eight years at medical school, hoping to become a doctor. Pays a visit a back home and expects to see his wife waiting for him instead of having a WTF??!!! moment...

Josh: Models for Ralph Lauren with Alicia. But what would happen if---suddenly--he gave on everything and decided to become a...

Radiance's Office Building

Massie's Office iPad

Saturday, November 13th

5:43 am

"What the hell!" Massie slammed her hands on her glass-and-chrome Proust desk as she let out a high-pitched screech. She shook the cord-less purple-rhinestone-covered mouse again. Nothing happened. She lifted up her cordless Radiance-ified keyboard and punched every key. The screen stayed blank. With another ear-piercing screech, Massie grabbed tufts of her hair and started tugging at the ends, completely oblivious to the fact that she had just practically wasted the appointment with Regis; her wavy hair was instantly becoming more and more disheveled and looked like bushy haystack. "Ehmagawd, what am I gonna do?" She buried her head in her black-velvet-coat-clad elbow and groaned.

"Miss Block?" Cecilia's buttery voice was barely audible as she opened frosty glass door a crack and stuck her head in. "I-is everything alright?"

"Me…alright? Alright?" Massie lifted her head from her sleeve and stared at her petite secretary will tired amber eyes. "No, Cecilia, everything is not alright! My computer freaking froze! And right when I needed it; I was about to receive a very important message from Vanessa Hudgen's rep to see when we could work out a photo shoot time! Ehmagawd, if I can't reach her then she might think I changed my mind and…" Massie paused from her rant and massaged her temples with one hand. "Oh Gawd I need a cup of coffee! Cecelia! Get Bernard for me…and a Chai latte with sugar-free whipped cream." She used her free hand to wave Cecilia away as she continued massaging her aching temples.

"Y-yes Miss Block!" Cecilia squeaked. Her pale, snow white face disappeared and the door quietly shut.

Massie grabbed one of the silky Siberian Down Ophelia pillows (strictly for decoration only) that rested on the back of her white Herman Miller Aeron chair and buried her face into it. The pillow felt exactly like her silk dressing robes in the morning: cold and sleek. Not the greatest feeling when it was thirty-nine degrees outside. Massie chucked the pillow so it landed on her Ralph Lauren animal-print couch, on top of her other cream-colored pillows before rebounding to the sleek black floor. Massie sighed and kicked off her black pumps, trying to get comfortable. She closed her eyes for a brief second and the next thing she knew she was falling asleep, too tired to even know she was falling asleep….

In her dream, she was falling...just falling. And, suddenly, she stopped and her feet rested on the ground, her eyes staring at her Jimmy Choo mules. She looked up and gasped; she was standing in front of OCD. Or at least she thought so. Once she tried unloc-king the front gates she realized that there was a mirror with a gilt frame.

"WTF?" Massie muttered. She glanced behind her shoulder, expecting to see OCD but—instead---there was nothing. Nothing but white walls that seemed to stretch on forever. This was getting really freaky.

"Block…?" A voice called out; the voice was much too deep to be Cecilia's ah-noyingly, anime -like voice or Bernard's scarily girly giggle. "Block…? Where are you…?"

She turned and found herself facing a gold-rimmed mirror that seemed to stretch out forever. Massie stared at her reflection; her eyes rolling over her slim build… her glossy hair that cascaded over her back in sexy brown waves… her bright amber eyes… her normal-sized glossy lips…. She looked normal. If this was a dream she obviously would've seen herself with turquoise eyes---instead of their normal amber---and fuller, redder lips.

"Block…?" The voice called again; its sound seemed to echo around Massie. "Where are you…?"

Massie whipped her head around and looked behind her. Just as she expected, she saw no one.

"Am I really losing it?" she whispered to herself.

"Block…" The voice said again, this time much sweeter and less alarmed.

Massie gasped and slapped her hand to her heart. In the mirror---in front of OCD---he—the Prince Charming every girl wanted to meet---was running towards her, his full lips curved into an ah-dorable smile and his hair falling into his eyes.

"Block…"

Without thinking, Massie leaned in to give him a kiss… but instead of the full red lips she was expecting, her lips found something cold and hard. She snapped open her amber eyes and gasped. There was nothing there but the mirror….

An all-too-familiar ring tone rang, shattering Massie's nightmare.

"Ehmagawd!" Massie gasped as she sat up in her chair, thin lines of cold sweat running down her angular face. She rested her hand on her heart and stared straightly ahead, thinking about this dream. Why had she dreamt of him? They hadn't seen each other ever since the break up in high school.

"Miss Block!" Cecilia's honey-coated voice blared over the intercom located on her telephone. "Your phone is ringing---I can hear it out here!"

"Oh shit," Massie muttered as she grabbed her diamond-studded Diamond Crypto Smartphone. "Hello?"

"Hi'ya! It's Leesh!"

"Leesh! Ehmagawd, sweetie, where are you? Clubbing again?" she added, when she heard strains of catcalls and hoots mingling with blasts of samba music.

"Shhh!" Alicia giggled. "Josh doesn't know."

Massie giggled before she remembered the last time Alicia had went clubbing. "Ehmagawd! Didn't Barbara tell you to keep a 'low' profile? Remember last time when those people recognized you as E! News's host…and model…and that babe who starred in that hawt British dude's music video---?"

"Shut up! It's not my fault my wig fell off! Well, anyway, I just wanted to invite you out! So wanna come?"

"Um…" Massie looked at the stack of snow-white papers on her desk that needed signatures and reading.

Alicia must've sensed her bestie's hesitation because she sighed and whined, "Ma-ssie! You have to come out sometime! I mean I haven't seen you since forever! Now all you do is work! You're turning into a total LBR!"

Massie ran her fingers through her cool hair. Alicia was right; she was turning into a total LBR. "I'll be there."

"Great!" Massie could tell her best friend was smiling. "Meet me at that new club place that just opened by that place by the studio. I don't know what it's called."

"Okay. See you then. Bye…" Massie glanced at her papers once more before shaking her head and sliding back into her black pumps.

"Bye! See ya soon!" Alicia giggled. "Love ya lots!" Click

Massie held her phone in her hand, turning it over and examining the tiny diamonds encrusted in. It was probably a good idea to not bring a $1.3 million dollar phone to any club, no matter how stylish and VIP-ish it sounded. She slid a tiny silver key into her first drawer and placed her phone on the little space used for storing phones. She exchanged it for herpurple-Swarovski-crystal-studded Sharp V604SH cell phone and dropped it into her purse. Her hair---she was sure---was an unfixable ball of tangled brown hair so she drew it back into a high ponytail and tied it with her thin silver-and-diamond Tiffany bracelet.

She checked her reflection in her diamond-studded YSL compact for any signs of smudged mascara or out-of-place lip gloss marks and reached for her quilted Chanel makeup bag and took out her mascara stolen from one of the Radiance boutiques. When she finished touching up newly thickened and darkened eyelashes she dropped the diamond-studded tube back into her bag and zipped it up. She strode out her office and almost ran into Cecilia who was standing directly in front of the door, trying to tell a frustrated Rita that Miss Block was busy right now.

"Busy?" Rita snorted and flipped her hennaed hair behind her ear. "Doing what? Sleeping?"

Cecilia opened her mouth to speak but was immediately cut off by Massie.

"Excuse me?" Massie's voice was scarily calm. "But I think that you have papers that need filing and work to do. I don't tolerate slackers."

"Suh-orry," Rita muttered before slouching off.

"Oh Miss Block, are you going out? But you can't! I just had Bernard come but you were sleeping and your appointment with Regis is… Miss Block?"

Massie was too busy buttoning her black cashmere coat to bother listening to Cecilia's rant. Without looking up from the black buttons she said, "I'm going out for a while. Cancel all my meetings and postpone them to tomorrow."

She strode to the elevator---leaving Cecilia staring at her perplexed---before hurrying back to her office to collect her cold cup of Starbucks and a stack of paperwork (for the trip there) that needed poring to do.

The Fisher Resident

Kitchen

Monday,

8:23 pm

Claire glanced quickly at the totally ah-nnoyingly ah-dorable chicken-shaped clock hanging on the yellow, country-styled walls. Months ago she would've smiled whenever she saw the funky clock he had gotten but right now… she only used it when it was absolutely necessary. It brought back unwanted, unpleasant memories….

She sighed and continued chopping carrots and celery, the blunt knife cutting through the empty silence. His shift ended at seven-thirty. Where was he now?

"Ehmagawd…where is he?" Claire muttered to herself as she dropped the handful of carrots and celery into the pot of half-cooked chicken soup. "He should've been home twenty-three minutes ago."

She glanced at her watch every few minutes or so as she sliced more apples for the pie she was baking. She tried to cut the apple as slow as she could but thirty minutes later, she had hacked the two apples so much it resembled apple sauce more than diced apples. Whatever, she thought as she scooped the mashed apples with a spoon and dropped it in the pan full of pie-mix-made crust. Claire lifted the pre-made pie crust and covered the top, concealing all signs of apples.

While the soup simmered and the pie baked, Claire killed time by flipping through her shabby collection of magazines. Every one of the magazines Claire owned was an issue of Radiance---the magazine Massie started. Even though most of the magazines were a few months---or even years---old Claire still liked reading them; they gave her comfort and soothed her loneliness as if the things on the glossy pages were hawt new gossip being whis-pered to her by Massie or one of the PC. Not that she could talk to them anymore, let alone Massie…Leesh and Kristen and Dylan and Layne and Massie had kept in touch for a couple years when Claire had moved back to Westchester but the communication dimmed when Claire stopped answering their calls or responding to their e-mails. Now the only one she occasionally talked to was Layne, but Layne spent most of the time talking about her "hawt" new boyfriend Louis. Now that she thought of it, she craved the PC's friendship, especially Massie. Over the years she had received gifts from them (Massie had even sent her a really pretty ice blue dress from the outrageously overpriced boutique she opened) but now? If Massie found out what Claire had done she would skin her alive and announce to the world that Claire Lyons Fisher, the used-to-be sweetest girl in America, was a total slutbag-of-a-klepto in disguise.

"Don't think about that." Claire shook her head, causing her white blond hair to spill from the loosely-clipped blue hair comb that held her bun in place. "I'm not doing anything bad! I won't believe it! I won't! I won't!" She covered her ear, ignoring the sting as her hand clanged against the diamond-and-aquamarine chandelier earrings (birthday present from Alicia) hanging from her hears. "I just won't!"

"Won'd whadd?" The open door introduced Claire to a breeze of alcohol, stale beer, and cigarette smoke.

Claire looked up and met the once-sparkling eyes of the man who had just entered; her heart sank as she saw the bottle of Budweiser in his hand.

"Won't whadd?" he slurred again, slumping beside her. He grabbed her pink sleeve and pressed the place where a cigarette had just been (his mouth) onto her mouth.

She pushed his away. "Nothing."