A/N: So, I have three unfinished stories just sitting there, but for some reason I feel the need to start a new one. I wanted to do something new and interesting, so I thought that I'd try doing a "choose your own adventure" story. Basically, I'll write the first chapter and at the end of it I'll have 2-3 paths you guys can review and vote for. After a couple days or whenever I have a couple reviews I'll count up the votes that will be the action that the characters take part in. so, you guys who review will be choosing how you want this story to go. Message me or review with your votes and any questions, comments, or concerns.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Clique

10 years later (The girls are all 23. Cannon up to P.S. I loathe you, AU after)

The smell of lavender was overpowering. What once seemed like a heavenly odor now made Massie want to vomit. She glared at the envelope in her hands with cold calculating eyes.

Ms. Massie Block

210 Lexington Avenue

New York City, NY 10022

The curly font made her feel an irrational sense of rage that she didn't quite understand. It was a simple invitation. Alright, so it was an invitation inviting her to spend time with people she hadn't seen in years. And maybe, it would bring back memories that she would rather leave to linger in the dark confines of her mind. But, the way Massie saw it that was hardly any reason to get upset. It was irrational. Stupid. Childish.

Childish. That's how Massie always felt when she was reminded of her former Pretty Committee days. Thinking back, she couldn't believe that she had allowed herself to act like that. She remembered being likened to lycra. She remembered losing the majority of her friends. She remembered it all like it was yesterday. The night she had pushed Dylan and Derringt- Derrick into the pool had simultaneously been the best and worst night of her life.

After the worst was over, she was so sure that she had lost everyone-except Claire. But even that didn't matter, that same night her father had announced that he had received a job offer that would mean the relocation of their family to Paris. Under normal circumstances Massie would have fought against her parents. She would have avoided moving at all cost, but after the night she had, she welcomed the change.

So, they moved. And Massie? She never looked back. After finishing up school in Paris, she moved to California to attend USC and major in creative writing. Then, after graduating, she took a job offer in New York at Seventeen Magazine to work as an editor for the magazine.

She kept in touch with Claire during the first few years. After a while the emails and video chatting died out. And even though she was back in New York, she had yet to call or text anyone. Not Claire. And definitely not those old friends of hers.

So as she stared at the unopened letter in her hands, she couldn't help but feel anger at herself, at her so called friends, and anticipation. If she sent an RSVP to the event, then she would more than likely see all of them again. And all those unresolved feelings that she had worked so hard to bury the past ten years would all bubble up to the surface.

Choose her path-

Choice 1- The invitation is for Claire and Cam's wedding. She says she'll attend.

Choice 2- The invitation is for a school reunion. She says she'll attend.

Choice 3- The invitation is for Claire and Cam's wedding. She says she won't attend.

Choice 4- The invitation is for a school reunion. She says she won't attend.

A/N: so, that's chapter one. I know the choices don't seem like much so far, but believe me the consequences of each one are drastically different. I don't know how long I'll let voting go on for, for this first chapter I might just wait until I get a couple. After these first few I'll be able to determine if there is any interest in this story and I'll be able to pump a few more chapters out to see if this story gains momentum.

Oh, and I know this chapter seemed like a giant info dump, but the rest won't be. Plus, when you think about it, this one needed to be a giant info dump in order to say the basics of what Massie had been up to for the past 10 years.