The A-listers of BOCD are back now as sophomores of the ultra prestigious Denwood-Ames Academy. Massie and the rest of the PC are still the most envied girls in school. Despite the fact that they want nothing to do with their male counterparts, all of them being ex-boyfriends and crushes, the stars of the boys soccer team, the Centaurs, can't help but grate these girls' nerves to keep them on their toes. Can the PC deal with the drama to come and continue to rule the school with an iron fist? Probably. But it's not gonna be easy.
I do not own anything recognizable. All rights to the Clique Series go to Lisi Harrison.
This is the first chapter to my new story. I am a first time writer here. Please read it and review. You can tell me that you loved it or hated, but tell me why. I have a lot in store for this story. I tried to stay true to the characters and their overall personalities, but they've grown up so although they might have the same vocabulary at times, at other times they don't. In this chapter, you really get a feel for who they are now that they are older. Though it might seems like tedious writing, everything I mention is for a reason. It'll appear later in the story, in the next chapter or the next ten chapters even. Finally, enjoy. xoxox
The Marvil Estate
Gym
October 25
6:35 PM
Massie wiped the thin layer of sweat that began to form across her forehead and stepped down from the elliptical machine. She turned around to look at how her best friends were doing. Alicia sat alongside Claire in child's pose and mimed the yoga positions of the women on the 20 inch Toshiba flat screen. Kristin rode fiercely on the exercise bike, not once losing concentration as the upbeat pop music blasted through the headphones in her ears. Dylan was doing crunches across the Pilates stability ball, or at least she was trying to.
It had all started when Dylan broke up with Cory Winchester. Cory was the son of one of Merri-Lee Marvil's actor friends. Dylan had met him while visiting her mom on The Daily Grind. They dated all summer until Dylan found out he was still "friends" with his much prettier, much skinnier ex-girlfriend Kendra. She broke up with him accusing him of still having feelings for his ex expecting him to deny it and beg her to reconsider. He did neither. A week and a half later, he and Kendra got back together. Dylan was devastated and refused to leave her room for a week. She even missed their sleepover. Finally, the girls stormed into her room and forced her to suck it up and get into her Manolo Blahniks. Claire brought up an article she read in Cosmo on the best way to get over a breakup: exercise. "The best way to get back at him is to look great." Massie and the rest of the PC agreed to join her and Kristen at the gym for moral support. They might as well tighten their booties while they were at it. That was two months ago. Working out became another part of their routine and to avoid being seen sweaty in any public place, Dylan had Merri-Lee's state of the art home gym expanded so there was enough equipment for all of them.
"Okay. I'm gonna hit the showers. I'm not feeling up to a whole hour today."
Massie headed over to the marble-floored shower room she and Dylan had designed. Above each shower stall were two large letters. It was her idea to have each shower engraved with the initials of the PC member it belonged to. The letters KG, AR, CL, DM, and MB were engraved in a beautiful Monotype script on 14 carat gold plating by each shower. Massie turned on the waterproof iHome and stepped into the shower. Several minutes later, she heard the girls walk in. Someone raised the radio volume and they all started to sing Demi Lovato at the top of their lungs. When the first song was over and they were all laughing, Massie stepped out of her stall and wrapped herself in a plush purple towel. As she got dressed into her black and white tunic dress by Anthropologie she noticed a light that popped up on Alicia's Nexus One.
"Leesh, you have a text."
"Read it aloud to me, babe."
"It's an invite. It says 'Party Mediterranean Manor this Friday night. 8:00-whenever. I'm hosting it in honor of the end of an awesome fall soccer season. U and ur friends are invited. Come and chill with us.'"Massie giggled. "Who's Captain Asshole?"
Claire, Kristen, and Dylan burst into cackles. "WHAT?" they asked simultaneously while popping their heads out of the showers.
".Gawd. Why is he texting me?"Alicia asked turning off the shower and stepping out. She quickly grabbed a white towel and hurried over to Massie. The other girls quickly followed.
"Leesh, who is it?" Massie asked again impatiently.
"Josh Hotz."
A wave of gasps went around the room. Josh Hotz was a member of the Denwood-Ames Academy soccer team, the Centaurs. The Centaurs were nine time league champions. Last year, in August, 44 guys tried out for 15 spots on the team. The ones that made it were, get this, all freshmen. That had never happened since the school was founded in 1920. They were all boys in the PC's class. Since then, they were stars. This year was no different. With the exception of a junior and a freshman, the remaining thirteen spots belonged to sophomores. The fact that boys their age were as popular and admired as them should have made the PC ecstatic, except they weren't. It was all a matter of 'been there, done that'. The famously lusted after Josh Hotz, Cam Fisher, Chris Plovert, Kemp Hurley, and Derrick Harrington (or Derrington as they called him behind his back) were totally POTO (Pretty on the outside) but Massie and her friends new better. After all, who better to know all their faults and flaws then their ex-girlfriends?
Truthfully it had all been quite a while ago. The girls had each rehashed an on-and-off relationship with these boys for two years straight during 7th and 8th grade year, and even switched boys around at one point. Though Derrick and Massie had always ended up back together, she and Cam had hooked up once or twice while he and Claire were apart. Dylan had dated Derrington for a month before deciding she liked Chris. Josh admitted to liking Claire while he and Alicia had last dated. Kristen had taken a turn with Kemp, then Chris, then Kemp again. In the end, it was always Massie & Derrick, Claire & Cam, Alicia & Josh, Kristen & Kemp, and Dylan & Chris. Finally, towards the end of 8th grade year, as March rolled around and the fights and heartache winded down, the Pretty Committee coincidentally all ended up single.
They had dumped and been dumped, yelled and been yelled at, cried and well…cried. They doubted either guy had shed a single tear. It had finally hit them that all their problems began and ended with those boys. They couldn't begin to name how many fights had almost split up their group because someone had kissed somebody's ex and how many times a girl was feeling like crap because something hurtful or insensitive was said or done by their stupid boyfriend. The girls had each agreed that these boys were only destructive to a group of girls as ah-mazing as them and as they said bye to BOCD that June, they welcomed a new start at Denwood-Ames (DA). Since that June a year and a half ago, the PC could never be found talking to a guy on the soccer team. Kristen played forward on the girls' team, but she never went to the fundraisers the girls' team had for the guys.
They went to the same parties, hung out with the same upperclassmen, had classes together, and were constantly talked about by the same gossip-hungry peers, but both groups never really acknowledged each other. Lisette Carlyle, the senior alpha, once asked Massie why that was and she gravely responded with one sentence. "That's the only way we can preserve our sanity."Lisette gave Massie a meaningful look as if she knew exactly what she meant by that and never brought it up again. That's why it was extremely out of the blue for Josh Hotz to invite the PC to his party.
"Does he not realize that there's already a huge party planned Saturday? Skye's Halloween Party?" Claire asked as she wrinkled her nose in distaste.
"I know. I wonder what Skye thinks?" Dylan asked with an evil smirk. Skye Hamilton was a junior. Though Skye's clique was friendly with the PC, Massie and the girls really detested them and their pushup bras. The girls were positive that the feelings were mutual, but it was all about appearances. Massie knew that Skye was older and therefore, had a tad more influence, but Skye knew that Massie had enough dirt to bring her down. Their "friendship" was more of an understanding. Plus, there was a sort of respect between the alphas for their deviousness.
"Skye probably approved it. She's always had that little crush on Josh even though she'd never admit it. That's like one of us going after a freshman boy. Girls aren't supposed to date younger guys in high school. Only guys can go for the lesser prey." Massie said with a teasing lilt in her voice.
Alicia gasped. "I wonder if that's why she asked me if he was a good kisser last year!"
The PC burst into laughter.
"Probably."Kristen said as she started to get dressed.
"Should I text him back?"Alicia asked her friends.
"I vote no. Keep them wondering if we'll show up or not. We'll act like we normally do at school tomorrow."Dylan replied as she towel dried her long red curls.
"Ah-greed." Massie and Alicia said in unison.
"Do you think the rating thing is getting kinda old? I mean, at our worst, we're still way above an LBR." Massie asked the next morning in the Range Rover on their way to school.
"Point."Alicia said after a thoughtful pause.
"But we still need to know if there's something we could do to improve our outfit. How about just having the person on our right tell us what they think?"Claire suggested. Claire was still new to the whole fashion forward thing that the girls were so very used to. The girls had all pitched in to buy her a whole new wardrobe last year and since then she'd been mixing and matching pieces from her closet with things she'd borrow from her friends.
"Fine Kuh-laire, you go first." Although Massie had once said Claire's name with contempt, as time grew, the over pronunciation of her name became a term of endearment and affection. She had grown to love her friends more than ever and though she was still alpha, she took it down a notch. She was no longer the over controlling 13 year old she used to be. It seemed to help because Alicia didn't seem to have any desire to overthrow Massie. But even if the PC saw Massie as a jokester and friend, most of the school did not. Massie made sure that everyone at DA knew not to cross her. She smiled at them and pretended to care when they tried to talk to her because she learned that as a queen, she must make the people love her, but they knew that if she willed it, their days at DA were over. After all, the Dean of Admissions, Edith Truff, was Massie's "beloved" godmother.
"I'm wearing a baby pink sequin-detailed shirt by Aqua and a skinny cargo pant by Citizens of Humanity and matching pink pumps by Steven Weitzman."
"You should have gone with off-white pumps. It's a little matchy-matchy," Dylan said after a quick head-to-toe look "but everything fits you great and you're hair looks extra shiny today."
Claire nodded and mouthed a quick 'thanks' to the red-head.
"Okay." Dylan said with a sigh. "I have on a sleeveless silk chiffon top by Ali Ro and a black pencil skirt with attached leggings by Missoni. The black ankle boots are by Brian Atwood."
"Perfect. The high ponytail makes you look sophisticated, Dyl." Kristen offered. "I have on a leopard 'kitty cardigan' by Free People, super skinny dark wash jeans by True Religion, and suede double-platform lace-up sandals by Derek Lam."
"I heart the shoes. Don't break your ankle. Unbutton a second button on the cardi and roll the sleeves up to your elbow." Massie said in one breath. Kristen did as she said and the girls gave a tiny air clap.
Massie gave a little bow and gestured to her own outfit. "All right. I have on an ivory Arrian silk georgette see-through blouse by Theory with a Guia la Bruna bra in champagne silk muslin under it-"
"Mrs. Petrocelli told Olivia Ryan that she wanted to see no visible underwear."Claire interrupted.
"Duh-livia dresses like trash," Dylan pointed out with an eye roll ", no one's skirt should be that short in public. Plus Mass looks tasteful."Massie blew an air kiss to Dylan and continued as if nothing had ever been said.
"-with a belted black double layer skirt by Prada and Patent Leather wedge ankle boots by Proenza Schouler. Alicia?"
"Flawless." Alicia said without hesitation. "As for me, I have on a bustier styled houndstooth top under a mini cashmere vest and black wool pants by Ralph Lauren with suede over the knee cuffed boots by Givenchy. Claire?"She asked with a raised eyebrow.
Claire looked thoughtful for a moment. "Your boobs look great."She said finally.
Alicia blinked and the whole car burst into giggles. Alicia looked down at her D cups and grinned. "Thanks. Thank ah-lawt." She said before laughing with them. The rest of the PC had blossomed over the summer, all with a full B cup except Dylan who filled out to a C. Alicia's boobs had gotten even bigger and the girls had been making jokes for months since they all had to visit Victoria's Secret to buy her brand new bras.
They arrived at DA and Isaac stopped the car in front of the school courtyard. They fluffed their hair and adjusted their clothing before Massie signaled Claire to open the door. Claire stepped out and the four girls followed, Massie being the last one. Hundreds of kids stood out on the courtyard in the windy fall air. Dozens of kids turned to look at who had arrived.
"Alejandro. Gaga." Massie whispered. "One, two, three, go." They walked alongside each other and looked back at the people who stared as if they had no clue as to what they were looking at. Massie wondered if it was too risky to wear her blouse to school, but she quickly pushed it out of her mind. She was already here and besides, alphas don't second guess themselves. Halfway to the school entrance, people had started getting back to their conversations and looking away, but they didn't care. Mission accomplished: people noticed them. There was no doubt that a few of those conversations had reverted to talking about them anyway. Massie opened the large gothic doors into Denwood-Ames Academy and stepped inside.