Hey guys! So this is like a series of little one shots that I decided to write. I'll have one chapter for each of the Clique characters, and depending on the feedback I may continue to do other characters as well. This story may be slightly AU. Let's just say that it takes place during the summer before 9th grade, Alicia and Massie met in 5th grade, they met the rest of the members in 6th grade, Massie got Bean in 7th grade, and Claire came like towards the end of 8th grade. I think that should cover everything! Enjoy!

Massie Block
Starve.

Massie Block is that girl; the girl girls want to be, guys want to date, and parents want to have. She's worked hard for her reputation, for her fame, and she's proud of it. She's gorgeous, impeccable, flawless.

But not really.

Massie's childhood was three things: pressured, social, and competitive.

It was competitive because after hearing her mother talk endlessly about being the best at her job, at the country club, in the neighborhood, of the parents, Massie knew one thing and one thing only: she needed to be the best too. At age 5 she skipped off to preschool with her designer shoes, designer dress, designer lunchbox, with Mommy and Daddy's words pounding in her head: "Be the best, Mass." And she was. All the little pre-schoolers loved her prim clothes, her shiny, mahogany-colored hair, everything, and young Massie soon learned that when you were born leader material and had good looks, it was easy to get people to follow you. And for the ones that didn't want to follow her, Massie realized as she grew up that with less charm and more force she could get just about anybody to follow her and do what she wanted. And so she was the best, always.

Her childhood was social because her mother always made her go everywhere, insisting that she meet new people, make new friends, blah blah blah, and by the time Massie was 10 she had the newest phone packed with hundreds of contacts and tons of disposable friends she could call when she needed. She met Alicia in 5th grade when the Latina was the new girl in school, her immaculate style and stunning looks immediately catching Massie's amber eyes. And from then on they were best friends, a force to be reckoned with, and everyone wanted to be them, know them, and be around them.

Her childhood was pressured because nothing was ever quite enough. It wasn't until around 7th grade that Massie noticed this. She always thought her mom was looking out for her, doing what was best, and maybe she was. But as Massie grew older it became too much.

It was when she got Bean, and she was 13. She refused to let Alicia play with her new puppy, and Alicia had a bitch fit, blew up, they called each other horrible names, and they didn't talk for three weeks, which was a long time. And in that time, Massie was lonely, and she ate. She ate when she was bored, when she was frustrated, when she felt alone. And in two weeks she gained ten pounds, which she knew was severely unhealthy. But she had never had a weight problem before so she didn't know how to handle the changes.

Her mom did.

Massie didn't notice when her mother started giving her smaller portions, when the food she was scraping off her plate at dinner became smaller and smaller. Or, when her mother suggested they go to the gym sometime, which never happened because Massie found a better solution.

When her mom asked if she had been putting on "a few pounds" Massie snapped to reality, because she'd always wanted to be perfect, the best for her mom. And that night when she looked in the mirror it was apparent; she could see the newly forming bulge of her stomach, the thickness of her thighs, and it disgusted her.

She waited until everyone was asleep, crept into the bathroom, turned on the fan and the faucet, tied her long brown hair up with a pink, sparkly hair tie (she remembers), and puked all she had into the toilet bowl.

A week later, after regularly participating in her newfound hobby, she felt a little better than before, and she called up Alicia and they made up.

And when Alicia asked, "Have you gained weight?"

Massie shrugged and nodded slightly. "I'm taking care of it."

Now, more than a year later, the shiny, porcelin bowl is still her best friend. Nobody's found out yet, and Massie considers herself so fucking lucky, because with the weight she's been dropping she's surprised nobody's said anything.

Her mother commented, twice. The first time when Massie was 14, and she praised her daughter for looking so fit. Massie beamed when her mother let her have an extra brownie for dessert, and she beamed after she threw it up, too.

The second time was last month, when 8th grade year was ending. Her mother's reaction was not so praising, and Massie couldn't blame her because she weighed 90 pounds and was struggling to maintain it and not drop lower.

"Massie, is everything all right, dear? You look like you've been losing an awful lot of weight."

"I'm fine, Mom. I promise." She had never lied to her mom, so her mom was forced to believe her, but not without giving her an extra slice of meatloaf at dinner and making sure she ate it all.

Massie was fine with eating it; she wasn't anorexic, after all. Her stomach had been empty most of the day, considering she'd already barfed up the feast she'd snuck for breakfast, consisting of three bowls of Cheerios, a banana, two apples, a chocolate chip granola bar, a honey bun, and four glasses of orange juice. After that she'd skipped lunch because she didn't feel like throwing up for awhile; her throat had been burning.

Long story short she happily ate the meatloaf, and after her mom went to bed and Massie snuck five brownies and two slices of chocolate cake, the extra meatloaf was just a little extra that she had to vomit up.

Massie was happy with the way her throwing up made her look, made her feel, minus the sore throats, headaches, and hunger. And all of her friends wanted to look like her; Alicia, Claire, Kristen, and especially Dylan, and Massie always told them her secret was to stay active and eat healthy. Total lies, of course.

One time Massie thinks Claire is going to figure it out, because the blonde reaches out and grasps Massie's upper arm, comments on how thin it is.

"It's okay, Claire," she immediately snaps, feeling bad when she sees Claire cringe. "Hey, I'm sorry. Look, let's have a movie night? With tons of snacks!"

Claire agrees, and they watch Breakfast at Tiffany's while they both scarf down pretzels, M&M's, chocolate Bars, popcorn, and gummy worms. Claire can eat without worrying, because she never gains a pound.

But Massie does, and that's precisely why she knocks back four cans of Coke during her binge; the fizz always helps it all come back up.

She waits until Claire crashes from her sugar high, is slowly slipping into sleep on Massie's bed, to make her way to the bathroom. She does the routine; door locked, fan and faucet on, hair up, on her knees. She grabs her toothbrush and sticks it just far enough (she's become a pro), and it all comes up relatively easy because of the disgusting amount of pop she drank.

Massie grabs the toothpaste, squirting some on her toothbrush and furiously brushing her teeth so she can get back in the bed next to Claire before the blonde notices she's gone; she hadn't been completely asleep, but Massie couldn't hold off on her purge any longer. As she spits into the sink she hears a soft knock.

"Massie, are you okay?" she hears Claire call groggily. "You've been in there for awhile."

Massie slams her toothbrush down quickly, shutting off the faucet and grabbing a towel to dry her mouth. She yanks the door open, greeting Claire's disheveled blonde hair with a grin. "I'm great!" she chirps, going back to the bedroom and leaving Claire to trail stupidly behind her.

I hope you liked it! Please R&R! depending on the reviews I should have the next chapter up soon. I'm thinking it's gonna be Alicia!