Author's Note: Okay, so this is my first attempt at fanfic, so everyone play nice :-) I simply adore the clique, I must have ready the series 100 times by now :-P I wanted to do something semi serious with it, since the books are always so lighthearted. I wanted to play with the characters' actions when life gets serious. One of my best friends was actually kidnapped a year ago and she's agreed to help me with this. So I hope everyone likes it, I would LOVE reviews to tell me how I'm doing and if I should continue! I plan on updating every week, sometimes twice a week :-)
Massie Block: Massie's been back from Europe for three years and been top of Chertwood High ruling like she always dreamed. Being Captain of the volleyball team has not only kept her in shape, it's taught her to be a "team player". She's dating the Captain of the lacrosse team, Landon Crane, and couldn't dream of a better senior year. Or so she keeps telling herself. This alpha may have feelings for an old ex, a certain soccer goalie, after two blissful nights from freshman year.
Dylan Marvil: Dylan's been dating Derrick Harrington since 8th grade and she's never been more in love! So what if they've been off and on since freshman year? Her mom's reality T.V. show tanked last year, so it's really no one's business if her love life is a little shaky.
Alicia Rivera: Alicia is Captain of the Chertwood cheer team! It doesn't matter to her if she has to share the spot light with a certain blonde ex bff. She's finally the alpha in something that doesn't involve loosing Massie or the PC. Add that to dating the gorgeous Ryan Handson (captain of the football team) and her senior year is perfect.
Kristen Gregory: Kristen's been offered a full ride for soccer at the top three schools in the country; Standford, UCLA, and Duke. She given up everything for soccer (Friday night sleep overs, parties, and even her boyfriend), but what if the school she really wants to go to isn't on the list?
Claire Lyons: Claire's totally into her new boyfriend, Kyle Redmond. Sure, he's not Cam Fisher, but Cam dumped her a year ago, what can she do? She's busied herself with the year book, cheering her friends on at their sporting events, and taking AP classes but nothing's taken the different colored eyes from her dreams. Maybe falling in love with someone else is what she has to do to finally move on.
Chapter One; You can loose everything in the blink of an eye...
"Ahhhhh," Massie Block sighed, closing her amber eyes in satisfaction. There was nothing better than the first sip of a venti vanilla latte after a long week of school. She has to suppress a groan as she reminded herself it was only Thursday. For Massie, Thursdays always felt like Fridays because there was no after school volleyball practice Fridays. She took another sip, stretching out her tired legs under the table.
"Brain freeeeeze!" Claire Lyons squeaked, digging her chipped nails into the table. Kristen Gregory let out a phlegmy cackle, her nose buried into a Stanford pamphlet. All she had been doing lately was reading the booklets sent to her by the scouts of all the elite schools. Massy could tell by the dark circles under the blonde's eyes that her friend was super stressed. But weren't they all? In less the a year, they would all be in college, working towards the rest of their lives. The next few months were cru-shal. Massie still had no idea what she wanted to do.
"What're we doing tomorrow night?" Alicia Rivera asked, flipping her raven hair out of her face so she could wrap her shimmery pink lips around the green straw of her caramel frap.
"Yeah, are we having our sleepover or going to Kyle's brother's party?" Dylan Marvil looked to Massie. Claire blushed at the mention of her adorable boyfriend. Massy resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Claire and Kyle Redmond had been Chertwood High's hottest item for three months now. You'd think she'd have dropped the I'm-so-happy-with-Kyle-why-do-you-ask? routine. Then again, Massie was the only one who knew how much Claire still missed Cam Fisher.
"Why not do both?" Massie responded, raising her perfectly waxed eye brows. "Go to the party, then crash at my place after? My parents never even notice when I'm actually home."
Ever since Massie had moved back from England halfway through freshman year, her parents had given her the guest house. It had taken almost six months, but Massie had redecorated it by herself (with the help of over 100 workers of course). Now she only came to the main house for diners and holidays.
"Maybe the boys could come to?" Dylan sipped her latte, not quite meeting her alpha's eyes. Massie took a deep breath. Dylan was still dating Derrington. Not that Massie cared! She has zero feelings for the guy. Anyways, she had Landon Crane. So what if Landon was getting more controlling by the day? And did it really matter that every time Massive locked eyes with her best friend's boyfriend, her stomach back flipped? It was probably just annoyance, right? A memory started to surface in her head but Massie quickly stomped it back down.
"Sure," Massie smiled as her stomach tightened at the thought of what Derrington and Dylan would do in her guesthouse, alone and in the dark. "But no defiling my sheets," she smirked, her amber eyes flashing. Dylan blushed as the other girls teetered. Well, everyone expect Kristin, who didn't have a boyfriend. She had dumped Dempsey at the beginning of the year because she just simply didn't have the time for him. Massie had always suspected Kristin was still head over heels for the guy, but she also new Kristin's one true love was soccer and a guy could only ever place second in her heart.
"We'll get ready at my house and take my Tahoe to the party," Massie decided. The Pretty Committee had pretty much stopped using Isaac when they all got their license. For her sweet sixteen, Massie's parents had gotten her a Porsche convertible, custom made to her dreams. The exterior had been painted a vibrant Tiffany blue. The top, as well as the interior, was a shinny silver complete with a diamond license plate cover. Her license plate simply read "Massie". On her 17th birthday, her parents had bought her a Tahoe, so she and her friends could ride together with out feeling like they were 13 again. It was black on the outside with lilac interior and a license plate that read "The PC". Having the Tahoe made going to parties easier; there was no more lying to Isaac. Massie still used him every now and then, but only to formal events that weren't formal enough for a limo.
"Who all do you think will be at the party?" Claire asked, clearly wondering about Cam.
"Kyle's your boyfriend, why don't you ask him?" Massie chided.
"I know who was invited, just not who's going," Claire blushed. "Do you know if Olivia's going?" she asked Alicia, who turned equally red.
"Why would I?" she snapped.
"Cause you two are co-captains of the same cheer team?" Dylan laughed, oblivious to the sudden tension.
"Correction, I am the Captain, Olivia is co-captain. And just cause were on the same team doesn't mean were bffs," Alicia shot back but Massie knew better. She knew how close Alicia and Duh-livia Ryan had become, just like she knew Claire was only asking about the ditzy blonde cause Cam was dating her. There wasn't much Massie didn't know about her friends.
Massie tried to take another drink but found her latte was all gone. When she had come back from England her freshman year, the PC had been on the verge of a massive breakup. Everything had fallen apart and all the girls were one more fight from hating each other forever. But Massie had swooped in and saved the day, as always. She was their glue. When times got tough, she was the strong one that kept everyone together. Even though they had all joined their separate things (Claire with yearbook, Alicia with cheer, Dylan with tennis, Kristin with soccer, and herself with volleyball), Massie had kept them all together. In middle school, she had ruled with fear. She had been a total bitch and no one dared cross her. High school, however, had been a different game. Massie had learned to let her friends grow the way they needed to, giving them an appropriate amount of space when needed. She had learned to be nicer to people and only brought out her bitchy side when she needed to protect someone or remind people that they couldn't walk over just because she didn't spend her days putting others down. Volleyball had taught her to be more of a team player and a much better alpha. Everyone at Chertwood accepted Massie as the dominant alpha because they loved her, not because they feared her. Okay, so there were still people who hadn't forgiven her middle school ways but who needed them? There were also certain people that Massie herself still couldn't stand, Olivia being one of them. But these people were far and few and Massie had learned just to ignore them, much like she had decided to ignore Alicia and Olivia's friendship.
"Okay, I need to get home," Kristin said, glancing at her Michael Kors watch the girls had gotten her for Christmas two years ago. "My mom will freak if I'm not home for diner."
"I don't need anything else today anyway," Massie answered, rolling her eyes at Kristin's strict mother. In all the years, that hadn't changed.
The PC walked a ways together, arm in arm, to the middle of the Westchester Mall. They had been here so many times, each of them could have found any store blind folded. When they reached the food court, they split up, quickly hugging each other goodbye, their many shopping bags bumping gently against each other. Kristin and Dylan walked off towards Saks and Alicia back the way they came. Claire hesitated, looking at Massie.
"My car's closer. You want me to drive you towards yours?"
"Nah, don't worry about it. You gotta pick Todd up from soccer practice don't you?" Massie reminded her.
"Oh crap! I totally forgot!" Claire laughed, shaking her blond bangs from her eyes. "I'll FaceTime you when I get home?"
"I'll answer," Massie chirped before hugging her best friend one last time. She watched as Claire raced in and out of the crowd at top speed to get to the front mall entrance. Her choppy blond hair swung down her back, her Ugg boots squeaking on the freshly polished floor. The smile stayed on Massie's face all the way to the Sears parking garage. She had parked here so she could change from her volleyball spandex into her white cashmere scoop neck sweater, hunter grey True Religion skinny jeans, and dark brown Ralph Lauren riding boots. She had quickly swept her rich brown hair into a Dutch braided side do, clipping her Chanel studs into her earlobes. The tangle of Chanel necklaces had been more of an after thought, but the right choice.
Massie's foot steps echoed across the garage. Her adorable blue porsche was a few spaces away when her cell phone buzzed.
Alicia: What're you wearing to the party tomorrow?!
Massie was halfway through typing her response when something rough was pressed forcefully to her face. Her new iPhone clattered to the pavement, along with her purse and shopping bags. The can of pepper spray her mom had given her last week in her stocking rolled helplessly out of her purse towards the porsche. Massie kicked out behind her, making contact with something that let out a grunt of pain. She fell to the ground, the rough surface of the cement scraping her palms as she reached out to her phone. Strong hands grabbed her again just as her hand brushed her cell, the rough cloth pressed back to her face. She tried to scream out but an arm had wrapped tightly around her throat. Massie gasped, kicking out, and inhaled a sharp chemical that seared her nose, making her eyes water before everything blurred and turned to black.
A.N.: *deep breath* so there it is! My first chapter! I must say, I'm very proud :-) The next one will be a little longer, this was just an opener. Please everyone leave a review, tell me where I need help and what you liked 3 Kisses, Nikki