Chapter One

Massie held her breath. Today was the day that she would return to OCD after a year in military school. She walked over to her mannequin. The outfit on it wore a black miniskirt, a beige halter top (the bottom hit right above her bellybutton so she could show off her new Tiffany diamond-encrusted gold hoop), black flats, gold bangles, and a black headband with a gold flower. She slipped it on after brushing her hair. Then she did her makeup. The whole time, a smile was on her face. The Pretty Committee would reign Octavian Country Day once again, with Massie as alpha.

Her iPhone dinged, signaling that she had a text. She looked at the screen, looking for a text from Alicia, Dylan, Kristen, or Claire.

Stella: hey! Ur betas txting u! LOL. 1st day of school 4 u, 2, rite? Us 2. the ff have got 2 deal w/ out u. so im actually alpha 4 now, rite?

Massie sighed. In the excitement of the morning, she had forgotten about the Forest Fashionistas, the one-year clique she had abandoned. She figured that she had to text back, though.

Massie: yep. Congrats, girlie!

She dropped the phone into her black snakeskin Prada tote bag. Nothing—not even the guilt of leaving her faux-friends behind—could ruin her day. She was going back to her favorite school. She decided to text her friends in celebration.

Massie: Hey! 1st day OCD w/ me! R u x-cited? I am! Remember, no forest green! EVER!

It was a rule that she made up. Now, the sight of the color made Massie want to puke.

Kristen: thnx 4 the reminder. C u l8er

Claire: okay. I'm gonna wear that Marc Jacobs white butterfly top that u bought me, dark wash skinny jeans, and brown ankle boots!

Massie: kk, but save it 4 when I get 2 actually c it!

Dylan: yay yay yay yay yay yay yay yay yay yay yay yay yay ur going back 2 OCD!

Alicia: ready 2 be beta-ful!

Kristen: a u r such a dork

Alicia: look who's talking

Massie: shut up every1. C u in the range rover

After breakfast, Massie ran out to the Range Rover. "Morning, Isaac!"

"Good morning, Massie."

She sat in her usual spot. Claire was already there.

"Hey Claire! You look cute. Nice top." She winked at the platinum blonde.

"You look great, Mass."

After a while, they were at OCD, after rating. Now all they had to do was walk.

"Okay, right foot first, to We R Who We R by Ke$ha. Go!"

They walked in perfect harmony through the halls. Massie could hear pieces of conversation among the LBRs and B-listers (or, as Massie knew Alicia now liked to call them, Blisters).

"OMG, she's back."

"I knew it."

"...Military school..."

"...her bellybutton..."

"...Derrick..."

Massie listened closely. When she heard her boyfriend's name, she stopped in her tracks. She turned. She person who had said it:

Olivia Ryan.

"Hey, Duh-Livia. I might just be imagining it, but, did you happen to say my boyfriend's name?" She smiled while glaring at the same time, and hoped she looked more like an angry supermodel and less like a wild animal.

"Um, becau—Ididn''thurtme?"

Massie rolled her eyes. She didn't really care. She just liked knowing that she was still the ruler.