Disclaimer: I dont own the Clique, but I wish I did.

A/N: R&R! Tell me if you like it, and Ill update soon. If you dont like it, either give me some ideas to improve it, or Ill just abolish it. By the way, Massies ring tone is Irreplaceable by Beyonce.

The main plot is that Alicia has a feeling Josh is seeing another girl behind her back when she spots him hanging out with a blonde bimbo outside of a coffee store multiple times. She and the rest of TPC spy on them, only to learn that….

Couples: Josh+Alicia, Massie+Derrick, eventually Cam+Claire, slight Kristen+Kemp

"Okay, sweetheart, bye," Massie Block said into her crystal-covered Motorola cell phone to her boyfriend, Derrick Harrington, before she hung up. She stuffed it back into her hobo bag and continued walking throughout BCBG. She was shuffling through the racks as someone placed their hand on her shoulder. "Ahhhh!" Massie screamed.

"Ahhh!" Alicia Rivera, Massie's best friend, screamed back. After they were finished looking at each other with bulging eyes, they broke into a fit of hysterical laughter. They were practically on the ground, wiping away tears that rolled down their eyes.

"What are you doing here?" Massie finally asked Alicia as she tried to catch her breath.

"Duh," Alicia replied, pointing to four Gucci, one Dior, three Ralph Lauren, and one Juicy Couture shopping bags on her arm. "Shopping!" She grabbed all nine shopping bags on her left arm with her right hand and slipped them into her right arm. Her left arm was streaked with blue lines from where the bags were.

"I mean," Massie began, "I thought you were on a date with Josh."

"Umm, yeah, about that……" Alicia trailed off.

Massie knit her eyebrows and widened one of her eyes. "Yeah?"

Alicia looked at her feet and mumbled, "He sort of… stood me up."

Massie's mouth hung wide open and dropped her hobo bag. She picked it up immediately and slung it around her shoulder, thinking of the right words to say. "That bitch." Okay, well, it wasnt exactly the BEST thing to say.

Alicias eyes were almost welling up with tears, but she fought them. "Whatevs. Hes D2M."

Massie glared at her with beady eyes, as if saying, "Oh please, dont pretend that you dont like him!" Right when she was about to say something to Alicia, her cell phone started ringing.

To the left, to the left, everything you own in the box to the left.

In the closet, thats my stuff

"Hullo?" she asked into her cell phone.

"Massie?" the voice said on the other end. His voice was soft, she could barely hear him, and could not determine who it was. She lifted the phone off of her ear and checked the Caller ID, "RESTRICTED".

"Yes?" she replied with a bored look on her face. She shifted her weight from one to leg to the other.

"Uh, hold on."

"Whatevs." Massie rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulder when Alicia mouthed, "Who is it?"

Massie walked over to a mirror that stretched from the floor to the ceiling. She smiled at her lovely outfit -her sea-green halter top with Citizen skinny jeans. She wore white strappy sandals adorned with emeralds on the straps. She touched the long golden chains hanging from her neck and adjusted her white hobo bag so it didnt slouch too much. She gave a little twirl in front of the mirror, watching her honey-brown hair twist and turn with each spin. She heard a faint laughter from behind her, and turned around, realizing that she forgot about Alicia. She gave out a tiny laugh to let Alicia know that she really was not such a weirdo. They paused and there was an awkward silence. Alicia shifted the bags from her right arm to her left, waiting to know who was on the other line. Massie combed her hair extensions with two fingers in frustration. Didnt this idiot know better than to keep Massie Block waiting?

"Okay, hi," the voice finally said.

Massie was sick of playing games with this guy. "Who the hell are you and what do you want?" she snapped.

"Who are you with?" he asked. "Dont worry, Im not a stalker." He gave a little laugh.

Massie recognized the familiar laugh, but couldnt recall who had it. At least the guy wasnt a stalker. "Uhmm, Im with Leesh. Why?"

"Where?"

"In BCBG at the Westechester Mall."

"Meet me in the food court near McDonalds in the mall in ten minutes, please. DO NOT BRING LEESH." There was extra emphasis on the last sentence, which made Massie want to ask him why she couldnt bring her.

"Uhm, sure, I guess, but why cant-" but the other person had already hung up. Massie sighed and stuffed the phone back into her bag. She turned to Alicia who was looking at herself in the mirror. She looked 10x prettier than she usually did, and she usually looked like a gorgeous model. She was wearing a purple Prada dress with a brown Ralph Lauren blazer that she was probably wearing to cover up her C-cups. Her mauve ankle boots perfected the outfit with her black beaded-necklace. Her hair was absolutely frizz-free and straight. All this for Josh, Massie thought, and he still dared to stand her up. His loss. Massie tapped Alicia on the back as if to say, "Stop looking at yourself, youre already beautiful."

"Huh?" Alicia asked, not taking her eyes off of the mirror.

"Leesh," Massie started, then waited for Alicia to face her. Massie shook her head slowly. "I gotta go. Ill see you tomorrow at the guys soccer game."

"Wait, who was that guy you were talking to? And what if Josh is at the game? I dont want to face him."

"I dont know, I gotta go," Massie answered, already walking toward the front of the store. She did not want to answer the second part of Alicias question, and didnt want to tell Alicia that she was meeting up with the guy on the phone. He ahb-viously did not want to see Alicia, or want her to know about it. All Massie knew was that, she had to find this guy. There was something about his voice that sounded urgent.