A/N: Major writers block here…thought I'd use Yuki-chan's cure for that: write a one-shot! Whooo! The song is "Misery Business" by Paramore. Everyone is a senior in highschool, except for Skye who is in college. Here goes nuthin'…

Massie's amber eyes were fixed on the nineteen-year-old girl who was walking down the street. With him. Her mouth was smiling, but her amber eyes were cold as she rolled down the navy-blue tinted window.

I'm in the business of misery.
Let's take it from the top.

She's got a body like an hourglass
but she's ticking like a clock.
It's a matter of time
before we all run out.

When I thought he was mine,
she caught him by the mouth.

"Hey!" she called out, waving at the pair.

The boy jumped and tugged his hand out of the girl's. "Hi, Massie," he said guiltily.

The girl smiled back with absolutely no trace of fear. "Hey, Massie! Have you met my boyfriend?"

"Boyfriend?" Massie repeated, her smile faltering for a moment. "But…he's mine."

"What?" She laughed dryly. "No he's not."

"Tell her!" Massie cried at the boy, he eyes flashing.

He only coughed. Massie turned to the girl. "You little whore!" she shrieked.

"Bitch!" the girl snapped back.

Massie's jaw dropped. Never, in her long years of ruling as an alpha, had anyone dared to call her a bitch to her face. "Tell her! TELL HER!" Massie screeched at the boy. "Tell her about us."

Second chances they don't ever matter;
people never change.
Once a whore
you're nothing more.
I'm sorry, that'll never change.

"Um…Massie…" The boy lowered his eyes to the ground.

She shoved him out of the way. "He's mine, Massie. Get over it."

"What do you mean, yours?" Massie screeched. "He's been mine since seventh grade!"

"Puh-lease," the girl said. "He's been mine for months."

"He never told me about you," Massie said coldly.

"Ohhhh," she said suddenly. "So you're his ex? Right?"

"Ex? Um, not that I know of," Massie snapped at them. She turned her glare on him. "At least, I wasn't before."

"Massie-" he started, but she turned away. Besides, that girl was about to kiss him and that wasn't a show she needed to see.

Well there's a million other girls who do it just like you.
Looking as innocent as possible to get to who
they want and what they like it's easy if you do it right.

"Buh-bye, Derrick," she said coldly, and wound up her window. "Good bye, Skye."

Nobody was allowed to see her cry.

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When she got home, she threw the picture of the two of them on her floor. It had been a sweet shot of them hugging, smiling, and secretly giving each other bunny ears. Now, it was a pathetic pile of shattered glass and a silver frame.

Then she picked up her brand-new iPhone and dialed her friends. "Emergency TPC meeting! NOW!" she barked into her phone, and hung up.

Round one had gone to the whore, but round two was going to be different.

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Massie let out a scream. "I practically made him into what he is! He'd still be a shorts-wearing DORK if it wasn't for me!" She started pacing, her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes flashing. "How dare she! Those two are so D2M."

Second chances they don't never matter.
People never change.
Once a whore,
you're nothing more.
I'm sorry, that'll never change.

"Totally," Alicia agreed. She sat, cross-legged, with the rest of TPC on the floor of Massie's all-purple room. "What a jerk!"

"No! He's not a jerk! The title 'jerk' implies that he has enough brains to manipulate someone! He doesn't!" Massie let out another scream. "He! Does! NOT!"

"Well, he's a mindless monkey," Claire offered. That was what her old Florida friends had always used to refer to their exes.

"No! Monkeys are at least remotely cute!" Massie ranted, pacing faster. She pulled out a horseback riding crop and began whacking her palm with its neck like a military sergeant. In her dark True Religion jeans, dark green Uggs, emerald green silk cami, and black cropped blazer with a gold ten-point star pinned on the lapel, she certainly looked the part. "No, no, no. He's more like a lab rat. With beady, dilated eyes, and brain that's smaller than a pea, and…and…" Massie's eyes darted around the room for inspiration.

"Quick, wannabe-clever movements," Dylan offered.

"YES!" Massie whipped the crop to point in Dylan's direction. "Wannabe-clever. That he is. And he isn't even good enough to be one of the ones who get the brain-enhancing surgery, or who are timed as they go through the mazes. He's the one where they test how addicting some drugs are! He's a freaking druggie."

"And a major LBR-ish EW!" Kristen added. "I say we plot revenge!"

"YES! REVENGE!" Massie screamed, making Bean jump. "Sorry, puppy," she cooed softly. Then she continued her angry rant. "YES! We will steal him from right under Skye's nose…and we'll rub him in her face. We'll make her regret this."

"We'll make sure he regrets this, too," Alicia said.

"No," Massie said, putting down her leather whip and picking up her tiny puppy. "We'll make sure he doesn't live to regret this."

Whoa, I never meant to brag.
But I got him where I want him now.

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"Hi, Mrs. Harrington? Is Derrick home?" Massie twirled her gold charm bracelet in boredom. The girls giggled. "Okay…thank you…hi, Derrick! I'm good. Well, better than yesterday anyway…yeah, that sucked…oh, so you're not with her?"

TPC giggled even more. Massie waved a hand, silencing them.

"Well, good. TPC is organizing a huge group date…ice skating, of course! I'm totally into that now…yup…cool, so you're coming? Can't wait!" Massie hung up and smiled wickedly. "Part one. COMPLETE!" She made a fist and stamped her fluffy pillows. The girls cheered.

Whoa, it was never my intention to brag
To steal it all away from you now.
But god does it feel so good,
Cause I got him where I want him now.

Massie smiled softly. And maybe, just maybe, she could keep the boy…

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Massie giggled as Claire fell again. It was six weeks later. Massie had Derrington totally busy and made sure he didn't talk to Skye. At all.

Until today, that is.

Cause I got him where I want him now.
And if you could then you know you would.

The girls had finally set their revenge for today. They were all back at the ice rink, Derrington in tow. Skye was bound to show up at any moment. She was already late.

"Ehmagawd, Kuh-laire! Haven't you been skating before?" Massie laughed and twirled on one foot.

Looking as innocent as possible to get to who,
they want and what they like it's easy if you do it right.

"No," Claire said, tugging on her white-and-pink striped Juicy scarf. "Florida weather didn't do much good for the ice. The rink got sued so many times, they had to shut down." She paused for breath as she glided alongside Massie. "Oh, look. There's Skye!"

"Perf!" Massie pulled out her phone from the pocket of her white cashmere scarf. She waved it around, catching the rink's flashing lights and getting the Pretty Committee's attention. The girls whipped their heads around, looking for Skye. They spotted her at the entrance. Derrington was about to glide by. Perfect.

Skye saw him, and her wide blue eyes lit up. She hurriedly put on the skates, whereupon Claire skated up and climbed out of the rink.

"Ehmagawd! Skye? That you?" Claire tilted her head to one side.

"Yeah…" Skye said, her voice laced with suspicion.

"Hey! I haven't seen you since you took us to The Room." Claire glanced at Skye's bright-white skates. "OMG, Skye, are you crazy?"

"What?"

"How long have you had those?"

"A week," Skye said with a shrug.

"New skates will take forever to break in! You'll kill yourself out there unless you've taken a sledgehammer to those things. Which, given the whiteness, I don't think you have." Claire laughed, just as Massie had told her to.

"Oh."

"Well, lucky for you I've got spare skates. Derrington is totally out there, and he's not going to be impressed if you fall on your butt." Claire walked over to Massie's locker, opened it, and pulled out a pair of black skates with green-glitter soaked laces and scratched up blades. "Here ya go!"

Skye wrinkled her delicate nose. "Ew," she said, wincing as she took them. "Well, I guess they're…attention-grabbing."

"Yup! And not in the fall-on-your-butt way that your other skates are." Claire smiled, her eyes gleaming wickedly.

Whoa, it was never my intention to brag
but to steal him away from you now,
God does it feel so good.
And if you could, then you know you would.

"My other skates? I've only got one pair."

"Nah. These are yours now." Claire shrugged. Massie had bought them at a garage sale yesterday, and had "fixed them up" last night.

"Thanks!" Skye tugged on the shoes and went out on the ice.

Claire giggled. Skye's 'new' skates were too small; it was obvious. Massie had dotted them with superglue on the insides, so Skye's socks would be stuck in them. They were splattered with glow-in-the-dark paint that read "PROPERTY OF LAYNE ABLEY" on the bottoms. There was so much paint used, it looked like the skates had neon underglow lights. And they so clearly clashed with her outfit: Skye wore a short black skirt over a pair of pale, skin-toned leggings and a pair of knee-high Juicy socks that read "HO, HO, HO" all around the tops. Her fluffy white quilted jacket, with its faux-fur hood, made her look ridiculous. Who wore a jacket like that with a skirt like that? Obviously, Skye did.

Derrington skated up to her. "Hey, you," he whispered from behind her. "Hey, why do you skates say 'property of Layne Abley' on them?"

And about forgiveness, we're both supposed to have exchanged.
I'm sorry honey, but I'm passing up, now look this way.

Didn't matter. Seconds later, the two were practically vertical in the booth they had on the little café that was right against the edge of the rink.

When I thought he was mine,
she caught him by the mouth.

Massie saw them and her mind changed. Keep the boy? As if.

Kristen skated up to their booth and crossed her arms. "Get a room, you two," she said crossly, then skated off.

Dylan came up next. She skated, then "accidentally" lost control and crashed on top of Derrington. "Ooops, sooooo sorry," she cooed. Her extra weight had been lost since middle school, and now she was a size zero like the rest of her friends. Derrick, jerk that he was, didn't recognize her.

He checked her out silently. Dylan slapped him square across his face, then skated off without giving an explanation as to why she'd slapped him.

Next, Massie herself skated up. She tapped him on his shoulder, eyes blazing.

"I'm busy," he muttered. "Please leave a message after the beep." Then he turned back to Skye.

"Excuse me?" Massie stomped one skate-clad foot. Then, suddenly, she settled on a new plan. "Hi, Derrick. It's Massie. We're over."

Second chances they don't never matter people never change
Once a whore you're nothing more
I'm sorry that'll never change

And with that, she skated off. Derrick finally stopped kissing Skye. "Massie?" he said. "What was that for?"

"Fucking two-timer!" she shouted back, and started to skate towards the exit to leave the rink with her friends. Skye got up to tell of Massie, but the blade of her skates snapped and she fell. Her skirt flew up, exposing her red thong for the world to see.

Massie turned sharply to face the fallen Skye. She stopped right in front of the girl and smirked.

Round two just went to the bitch.

To steal it all away from you now
But God does it feel so good

Cause God it just feels so…
It just feels so good