Disclaimer: I don't own the Clique.

No distinct pairing… lots of angst…

This was originally gonna be a Cassie fic, but I decided it would be more fun to do it this way. R&R.

You stand there, your delicate hands gently resting on the windowsill, watching the snow descend onto the manicured lawn of your Aspen chalet. The snow was soft and white, but it was ice cold. Just like you. She would know any second now. Surely another girl would call her. Tell her the story. And she would forever wonder why you had to do it. Why you had to betray her like that. Why you were ever her friend.

But it was because of love. You loved him. You wanted him for yourself, no matter how much it hurt her. You honestly just didn't care. But unfortunately, she loved him too. You hear your door slam against the wall. You slowly turn around to face her. She's a mess. Tangled hair, a puffy red face, and mascara streaks are many of her unattractive features, at the moment.

"Why?" Her voice cracked, and suddenly, you felt a tidal wave of guilt come over you. Because she was the only girl who actually liked you for her you were.

"I love him," you mumble.

"But he's mine. You knew that. You know that he doesn't love you. HE WAS GODDAMN DRUNK, MASSIE! But you weren't." Her voice trembled, and it gave you a bit of a chill.
"He wasn't- he couldn't have been…"

"Want proof?" She shoved a piece of paper at you. It was his blood alcohol level.

"No… he loves me, Claire! You're jus-just jealous. You've always been jealous. He told me he loved me. He meant it."

"NO HE DOESN'T! Don't you get it?! He was drunk. It was a mistake. EVERYTHING HAVING TO DO WITH YOU WAS A MISTAKE, MASSIE!"

You were speechless. She never stood up to you. Never. But she knew. She knew that you lied about letting him go. She knew that you were a liar. Suddenly, you heard your phone ring.

"He-hello?"

"Uh, it's Cam."

"Hey. About last night…"

" Last night was a mistake. I was drunk. I was stupid. I- I love somebody, Massie. And she loves me. And you weren't drunk. There's not much else to say. God, Massie. I… I really thought I could trust you. Guess not. So, um, bye."

You drop the phone. You were shocked. Broken. You really thought he loved you.

"Massie," Claire sighed, wiping tears from her eyes, "I don't want to fight."
"Me neither… do you forgive me?" You never thought that you would be in a situation like this, looking up at someone with hopeful eyes, begging for forgiveness.

"No. No, I don't. I just can't keep forgiving you, Mass! You always seem to wreck my life whenever I do better than you, or when I'm happy. I- I don't think we should be friends anymore. I should probably go." She walked out of the room, leaving you alone.

Your heart was broken into a million pieces, and you had pushed away everybody who would have picked them up.

Eh, it was ok. Review.