Please read and review! This is my first Clique fic that is not a crossover! Massie is not poor in it.

Massie stood there in her white jacket and cap, white skirt and tights, and black Mary Janes. She watched as Claire stood on the toes of her ugly purple checkered Keds that Massie had tried to be switched to Prada wedges and kissed Cam goodbye as she climbed off of his bike.

"I'll see you tonight," she murmured into his Drakkar Noir scented shoulder.

"See you tonight," Cam said lovingly, but his eyes were fixed on Massie's hurt amber ones.

"Bye," he said, waving, then strapping his bike helmet back on and resuming pedaling.

"What's wrong?" Claire asked as she reached into her pocket and brought out a tube, swiping it's contents across her lips, which, thankfully, Massie had been able to convince Claire to leave the Chapstick at home and borrow Massie's strawberry lip gloss.

"Nothing," Massie lied, her eyes shifting downwards as her friends stared curiously at her. But everything was wrong.

That night flashed in Massie's head like a movie.

Alicia was hosting a party at her house for no reason at all. Massie didn't really know why, and she didn't care either, but her and Cam had ended up together in the same bedroom on the top floor, which nobody else was on. And they talked.

They comforted each other as they droned on, how Landon hadn't been paying any attention to Massie lately and about how Claire hadn't been letting Cam get to third base.

It was a mix of fumbling fingers and heavy panting, and Massie's first time was over before it began. And so was her friendship with Claire.

"My gosh," Claire said as the PC walked through the halls of OCD to their lockers. "Cam's been acting stranger and more wanting lately. He keeps trying to get me to go to third base." She rolled her eyes. "Like that will ever happen."

Sorry it was so short, but it was a prologue!