Summary: Massie Block's family moves to Miami, Florida for her father's CEO job. Massie has to fight her way to the top once more, without the help of her BFFs. Will she become the Alpha of her new private school or will she land flat on her designer-clothes-clad butt?

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. Not The Clique, Ralph Lauren, NADA. Just the idea, which has probably already been re-done so much it isn't even interesting anymore. Peace & Love, Boys & Girls.

Chapter One:

Massie Block looked at the cashmere sweater in front of her. It was the right size, that wasn't the problem. The problem was that they were out of the sweater in the right color. This one was navy blue. She wanted one in white. She tapped her lip with her manicured finger and thought of how she could possibly get what she wanted this time.

"May I help you, ma'am?" one of the sales-girls asked. Massie nodded at the sweater.

"I want this in white, size small," Massie barked out. The sales-girl looked uncomfortable.

"We're out of the white, ma'am," she replied. "But this navy blue one would look just lovel-"

"I'm sorry," Massie interrupted, not caring if she was being rude, "but I said that sweater in white. Nawt navy blue. If you can't understand that, you may want to go back to kindergarten and re-learn the colors." The girl looked taken aback. She was surprised that a fourteen-year-old girl would dare to talk to her, a twenty-something-year-old so insolently. But still...she was the customer.

"I'll see what I can do," the sales-girl said, closing her lips tightly and turning on her heel. She headed for the store-room to check for Massie's sweater. Massie looked smugly at her cell phone, checking for messages from her four best friends. There were five, one of them from her father. She saved that one for last.

ALICIA: HEY M, LATTES AT STARBUCKS L8ER?

KRISTEN: MASS, XTRA JUICY GOSSIP. TXT ME AYSAP!

CLAIRE: HEY GRL, UR DAD WANTS U 2 CALL HIM RLY SOON.

DYLAN: I HAVE 5 TICKETS 4 LIL WAYNE IN NYC. FRIDAY NIGHT, B READY BY 5 P.M. I'M TREATING MY GRLS! LOVE U CHICAS!

DAD: CALL ME A.S.A.P. ON MY CELL PHONE. IT'S VERY IMPORTANT.

Massie sighed and pressed the speed dial for her father. It rang a few times before he answered. The sales-girl returned with the white sweater and Massie nodded absently at her, handing over her platinum Visa.

"Hi, Daddy," she chirped into the phone. "Your message said you needed to talk to me about something important. Did something bad happen?"

"Hey sweetheart! No, nothing bad happened," William Block boomed into the phone. "In fact, something great happened! My job is moving down to Miami!"

Massie was shocked into silence. The sales-girl returned and asked her to sign for the sweater, which she did without registering the fact that she was doing it. She took the bag and walked out of the store, Ralph Lauren, and sitting down on one of the benches strategically placed by the Westchester Mall decorators.

"Honey? Are you still there?" William Block asked, concerned.

"What..." Massie was at a loss for words. "What..." She groaned before bursting out with, "What the HELL, Dad?" The other end of the line was silent, probably shocked, so Massie continued. "I'm about to start my freshman year of high school! Do you know how scarred I will be from moving now? I'm going to go into freshman year in friggin' Miami without any friends! I'm not doing this! I'll move into my own apartment! I can take care of myself, I just need a maid or something. We can keep paying Isaac and he can take me to school from the Montdor or something like that..."

"Massie, dear," William tried.

"I could get Kristen's family to live with me. They live in the building next door, it wouldn't be a big move for them. Anyways, the Montdor is so much nicer than that apartment building they live in now. I'm sure they'll jump at the chance to live there..."

"Massie..." William tried again.

"Or I could live with Alicia in her guest house! I'm already there all the time anyways, it's not like it would be any different for them, just more permanent..."

"Massie!" William finally yelled from his side of the line.

"What?! I'm trying to save my life here! It's your fault it's in jeopardy right now anyways!" Massie barked loud enough for the entire first floor of the Westchester Mall to hear.

"You are not getting your own apartment, you're not living with Kristen, you're not living with Alicia, Dylan, or even Claire. You are living with your mother and I in a house in Miami. That's it. End of story," William stated.

Massie pouted into the receiver, as if her father could see it through the phone. "But what about my life here? I'm going to be emotionally scarred for life if I have to move now! My best friends are here..."

"You'll make other friends. You've always been the girl that everyone flocks to. Why would it be any different in Miami?" William asked.

Because their tans are real?

Because they live in the Sunshine State and I'm from New York and they'll probably think I'm stuck-up and snotty?

Many answers ran through Massie's head, but she knew none of them were good enough to get her father to allow her to remain in Westchester, New York.

"Why can't you just go, and mom and I can stay here til I'm out of high school? Then we can move down there with you and I'll be at college or whatever," Massie pleaded, hoping for any way to remain in her hometown. She was starting to shake from the nerves in her stomach. She couldn't move to Miami. Her life was in Westchester, not some hot, sticky, tan city in Florida!

"Honey, this is a chance to bond as family," William said, getting annoyed. "Your mother agrees with me. We've grown apart. We're all moving to Miami."

Massie held in a whimper. "When?"

"Next week."

Massie did the mental math. There were six weeks of summer left. That meant that the next week would be spent buying clothes to take down to Miami just in case the mall there was pitiful. She'd have to get her friends to come along so they could get some girl-time. One week down in Miami unpacking her room and getting everything just so. And then what? Four weeks of tanning in her backyard? Massie Block was not the lay-around-and-do-nothing-for-hours type. She'd have to see what she could do about getting her friends down to Miami for a few weeks before their school year and her new school year started.

She sighed. "Fine." She hung up on her dad and quickly sent a message to Alicia, Kristen, Dylan, and Claire.

MASSIE: MEETING AT MY HOUSE, 7:00 P.M. 2NITE. I DON'T CARE IF IT'S INCONVENIENT 4 U, THIS IS AN EMERGENCY.

She immediately received four confused messages but ignored them, choosing to wallow in self pity instead of talk to her best friends. And the way she wallowed in self-pity was to shop.

A lot.