Please by nice. My first fanfiction. I always had a soft spot for Massie. Want her to have a reason to be mean. PLEASE R&R. I am hoping for 5 reviews before I post again! This is a prologue to the clique!

If someone wants to beta for me, I would appreciate that!

Massie's POV

I stepped out of the musty, humid, airplane and into the airport. It felt good to be home. After an 8 week vacation in Europe, I was ready to start the sixth grade and show everyone that I truly was the alpha now that I was in the highest grade in our elusive elementary school. I walked through the airport with my mother and father, down to the baggage claim and grabbed our Gucci suitcases. They weren't very hard to spot. God, most people had horrible taste; I must have seen about 7 floral print suitcases. I almost turned around to point this out to Emma, my best friend since kindergarten but stopped once I remembered that she wasn't going to be there to pick me up, like usual. She had moved to Greece, to live with her grandparents while her mother and father worked in Africa where she wouldn't be able to get a good education to be a doctor, like her parent's. Just then I was interrupted from these thoughts by someone.

"Excuse me. Did you happen to drop your bracelet on the plane? I was sitting right behind you and saw this on the floor."

I looked up to see a boy with amazing blue eyes looking questioningly at me. He was easily a 10. He could have been a model, with those muscles and that form! It took me a minute to process what he had said.

"Uh…um…what," I said stupidly.

"I said, did you happen to lose your bracelet on the plane," The boy said, annoyed.

"Uh… no…sorry. But that is a very nice bracelet." I said, trying to sound nonchalant, but failing miserably, sounding more like a strangled cat. In truth, it was nice. It was a silver charm bracelet with many beautiful charms on it.

He looked at me with an odd expression.

"Great", I thought "I finally meet a remotely cute boy and end up looking like an idiot. And I must look awful, my hair must be messed up from my nap on the 10 hour plane ride and that plane did not help my pores."

"Well, if you find anyone missing a bracelet, here is my name and number." He handed me a card.

"Thanks," I replied.

Once he left, I unfolded the card. On it,Logan Hart (734)-621-9850, was written in elegant script.

"Hmm. Not bad." I thought. "A great name for a great guy."

Just then I heard my parents calling for me. Finally Isaac, our chauffeur, had shown up with the car and had loaded the suitcases into the trunk. We were ready to go.



I hopped into our familiar Range Rover, grabbed a can of diet coke from the fridge and popped it open, and laid back, my feet propped up on the seat facing me. I could already feel. This year was going to be different. Very different. And that thought, for some reason, relaxed me. I leaned back and closed my eyes to enjoy the familiar ride back to the Block Estate.