New story! Yay! So this is a Clique story with a bit of Gossip Girl added! I know this technically should be a crossover, but it's over on the side of the Clique girls.


Massie Block adjusted her new Gucci sunglasses so they rested perfectly just above her hairline. Smiling, she turned around to face the girls sprawled in various places around the room.

"Ready?" Massie said perkily. It was a beautiful October day, a perfect day to start the month off. Outside, the sunlight fell in giant splotches over the Block estate, guarded by the stately oak trees. The trees had yet to loose their leaves, but had instead turned a soft gold. Forest green lawns and white flowers contrasted with the pale blue hue of the sky. The many duck ponds and quaint trails exuded quaintness, tying the whole "the 1%'s country house" feel together with a giant silk bow. Massie had never been more ready to leave it all behind.

"Totally!" Alicia Riviera bounced on Massie's faux-fur covered bedspread. The striking raven-haired girl was dressed only in a tiny watercolor trapeze dress, despite the crisp autumn air.

"Yesh." Dylan Marvil said through a mouth of sticky artisan chocolate. A glob dripped down her pale chin and splattered across her white cashmere tank-top. "Shit!" She yelled, reaching for a white napkin. The brown splotch across the neckline did nothing but grow slightly fainter.

"Dyl, grab something from my closet." Massie gestured towards her walk-in, half-closing her amber eyes in disgust. Her closet, like everything else in the room, was staying in its entirety. None of it was right for Manhattan.

"I guess I'm ready, I just dunno." Kristen Gregory-Spark spoke from her spot on the balcony above the bed. She tilted her head, sending a rush of golden hair over her shoulders. "I mean, going to high school is kinda scary."

"Guyssssssssss." Massie put her small hands on her hips. "We're totally going to rule Constance."

The other petite blonde in the room sighed audibly.

"Kuh-laire? Comments?" Massie hissed softly.

"Yeah, no." Claire Lyons said to her pink toenails.

"Let's go." Massie ordered. Claire's prissiness was so not number one on her list of importance. It wasn't even second.

The five girls rose and padded down the set of stairs towards the front of the large house. After the various pairs of riding boots (sling-backs in Alicia's case) had been donned, Massie opened the wide mahogany door. She supposed she should have been sad. It was going to be a while until she stepped through the familiar over-sized door again. If she got her way. Which, of course, she always did.

As Octavian Country Day School only went to eighth grade, every student was forced to find a new school for upper-school. And of course, who wouldn't choose a school as far away as possible from their parents? Top on the Pretty Committee's list had been Constance Billard. Just far enough to be forced to not live at home, but not too far that some parents (ech hem- the Lyonses) thought that they were losing control over their precious daughter(s).

Of course, the parents thought Constance Billard was a very nice school, and the living alone aspect would test their responsibility. Yeah right.

All of the Pretty Committee's 47 steamer trunks and countless Louis Vuitton suitcases had been pre-shipped to their brand-new gigantic penthouse apartment on Fifth Avenue. All that was left to haul were themselves and their various calfskin totes.

The sight of Isaac standing by the Range Rover made all of the girls slightly sad. It would be their last Isaac-chauffeured trip, except for future visits back to Westchester (which Massie hoped would be few and far between). The girls had already bought and staffed two brand-new Bentleys. Of course, Isaac had been offered to Massie, but she was smart enough to see the translucent strings that Isaac would bring. So she declined. It was much better when none of her staff had any connections to her parents.

Isaac tipped his hat. "Good morning ladies." His black-leather gloved hand reached for the silver handle. "It's a beautiful day."

"Beautiful." Massie agreed. She gracefully took her spot in the center of the front facing seat. The rest of the Pretty Committee filed in around her, their various perfumes combining into a familiar aroma. Spicy chocolate from Alicia, Fresh Grapefruit from Dylan, a sandal-wood and lily mixture from Kristen, and the usual cheap-drugstore vanilla from Claire. As soon as the door was closed, Massie pressed her hunter green Essie'd fingernail into the partition button, forming a sound barrier between the girls & Isaac.

"This feels great." Dylan slid her dark red curly-head into Kristen's lap.

"Ew. Get your dandruff offa me!" Kristen giggled, widening her green eyes. "But yeah, it does. Massie, you excited?"

Massie stuck out her tongue. "Of course I am!"

"Claire?" Kristen looked at the towhead slouched in the corner.

"Sure." Claire said flatly. Massie sent her an amber-colored glare and parted her pale-pink glossed lips.

"Who else is going to this place, anyway?" Alicia interjected.

Claire smiled thankfully at the beta.

"I heard no one from OCD." Dylan rose and opened a bag of cheddar-popcorn with her teeth. Massie stared in horror as a gentle orange dust settled the limited edition black-sequined Oscar de La Renta jersey top Dylan had swiped.

"Olivia Ryan, Kori Geldman & Strawberry are going to L'Ecole." Alicia offered.

"No way. Isn't that the really slutty French school?"

"Yeah."

Across the car, Claire had already tuned the girl's voices out. She pressed the side of her round face against the smooth leather seat and watched familiar landmarks fly by in a blur. The Westchester Mall. Sweet Sensations. The Loqueworth Movie Theaters. Octavian Country Day. And worse of all, Briarwood Academy.

"The Soccer-Idiots?" Alicia's high squeak brought her attention back to the group.

"St. Jude's." Massie pushed back her cuticles absentmindedly.

"What?" Claire said foolishly.

"They're going to St. Jude's." Massie tilted her head. "Not that you care, right?"

"How do you know?"

"Derrick?" Massie's voice had a "duh" tone to it. "We're still friends."

"What?" Claire shook her head. "Is St. Jude's close?"

"Yeah…" Kristen inched away from her. "It's right down the street from our school."


You know what to do :)