A/N: Hey, so I decided to post another story! The plot isn't as original, but I already started it so I might as well continue it. Read, review, and follow! Enjoy!:)

Disclaimer: I don't own the Clique.

~Cindy

Octavian Country Day School

Outside The Cafe

Thursday, September 4th

8:17 a.m.

Massie Block pressed her diamond-studded ear against the door to the cafe. Principal Burns was greeting the students and talking about how "great the school year was going to be". She rolled her eyes, and turned to face her four best friends behind her, Alicia Rivera, Kristen Gregory, Dylan Marvil, and Claire Lyons.

"Okay. It's almost time to make our entrance." Massie said, taking a deep breath and smoothing her glossy chestnut extensions Jakkob had put in. It was the start of 8th grade, the year where she and the Pretty Committee were going the rule the school, with no ah-nnoying 8th grade alphas telling her what to do. This year, she was going to be OCD's alpha, along with the Pretty Committee and her crush, Derrington. This first entrance was going to be cuh-rucial for their image for the whole year.

Massie heard Principal Burns introduce the dean and quickly turned towards the girls.

"Everyone turn to the person to their left for a quick outfit check!" Massie ordered. She turned towards Alicia and gave her a once-over.

Alicia was wearing a fashionable Ralph Lauren jean vest over an ah-dorable green-and-white Ella Moss shirt paired with a black, flouncy skirt from Guess. On her left arm were a stack of silver and wooden bangles, and on her neck hung a long necklace with wooden beads that matched her bangles. She completed the outfit with black, leather Michael Kors flats. As usual, Alicia's long, glossy, black hair was perfect and her flawless complexion was clear.

"9.7." Massie told Alicia. The Pretty Committee already had a full outfit selection and check yesterday night, so this was mostly for show and last minute touches.

"What can I do to be at least a 9.8?" Alicia asked Massie, her sparkling brown eyes wide open.

"A touch more gloss and mix up the bangles more." Massie replied.

After she made sure that everyone was ready, she smoothed her floral printed tank-dress which was matched with a white cardigan and silver kitten heels. She knew her outfit was ah-mazing, and was at least a 9.8.

Massie quickly swiped her lips with Blueberry Muffin Glossip Girl, and whispered to the girls,

"We're going to be marching to the beat of 'Come On Over' by Christina Aguilera, the chorus. Positions?"

The Pretty Committee lined up behind Massie, Dylan and Claire on her left, and Alicia and Kristen on her rights.

"A-five, a-six, a-five, six, seh-vun, eight!" Massie whisper-counted, and threw the doors open.

Massie sang the lyrics in her mind, her gaze straight ahead towards Table Eighteen. She felt the stares of everyone else in the cafe, but the stares felt different. They weren't envious and awed as usual, but they felt different- almost like confusion or pity.

As she approached Table 18, she knew why. There were people seated at Table 18 and nobody had ever dared to sit at the Pretty Committee's table before. Massie came to a halt and the Pretty Committee also stopped behind her. Massie looked over the table interlopers.

Ehmagawd! What Massie didn't expect was that the four girls seated at her table Massie had never seen before. And furthermore, they were pretty, almost as pretty as the Pretty Committee.

Seated closest to Massie was a tall, slender girl with shiny dark brown curls and blondish brown highlights. She had arched, defined eyebrows and glossy lips, and was wearing a peach Kate Spade mini dress and silver platform pumps. Her posture was tall and confident, and every one of her pores on her flawless skin exuded "alpha". Her light brown eyes glared at Massie, giving her a look of contempt.

Next to that girl sat another girl who was just as pretty. She had pin-straight, blond-white hair and pale skin. Her deep red lips and purple eye shadow was a noticeable contrast to her skin. She was wearing a purple halter top by Diane Von Furstenberg matched with black leggings and brown Marc Jacob flats.

The next girl had pitch black waves that fell to the middle of her back. She was Asian, and had dark, mysterious eyes fringed with long, black lashes. She wore a navy blue dress and a red leather belt cinched at the waist. Her shoes were 3-inch Christian Louboutin black heels. A large Prada bag dangled off her arm.

The last girl had dark brown hair just like the first girl, except this girl had blunt bangs across the forehead and a bob around her narrow face. Her dark brown eyes narrowed at Massie, enhancing the green eyeshadow on her lids. She was wearing a sophisticated, green, silky top tucked into a black pencil skirt. Strappy silver Manalos completed the look.

Massie was shocked. Never in her whole life had she met such girls at OCD who weren't in the Pretty Committee. And these girls were fab x 10.

Massie finally recovered enough to speak. Using every ounce of alpha in her body, she snapped at the intruders,

"Hi, you're in our seats. So if you wouldn't mind, would you please get out?" Massie asked, spitting the last few words out.

Massie expected that the foreign LBRs would immediately get out of their seats, but the first girl with the dark brown hair replied,

"I don't think so. We were here first. Who are you, anyway?" she glared at Massie, flipping her glossy hair behind her shoulder.

"Um, what's your name?" Massie asked sweetly, smiling fakely at the girl.

"Cassie." the girl replied.

Massie took a deep breath, trying hard not to rip the smile right off Cassie's perfect face. "Cassie, am I a video game?"

Cassie looked confused at first, but then smirked. "Yes, you are a video game, and I am playing you. We're not getting out of our seats, get that through your shallow head."

Ehmagawd! The PC gasped behind Massie. Massie felt like she had been slapped in the face, and then lit on fire. No, correction: slapped in the face, lit on fire, then ran over by a bulldozer ten times. This was the first time anyone had dissed one of Massie's comebacks ever, then attacked with another comeback. Massie had finally met her match; Cassie was a true alpha. Alphas at OCD, or anywhere actually, were hard to come by, and here Cassie was, ready to kick Massie's butt.

Massie was aware of the whole cafeteria watching the encounter. Some LBRs seated near the scene snickered when Cassie dissed Massie's comeback, and one even muttered, "Ouch, the new girl just took Massie Block down." Massie's cheeks burned bright red with embarrassment and fury. If Cassie and the other girls didn't get out of their seats soon, the Pretty Committee would have to be forced to sit at another LBR table. If that happened, Massie would die of embarrassment.

Cassie exchanged smirks with her friends, knowing they had stunned Massie into silence.

"I know you think you're the princesses of this school, but you're not. From now on, The Glamour Girls are the rulers of this school." Cassie smiled smugly at Massie, adjusting her oversized brown Louis Vuitton bag.

Massie struggled to keep her jaw from dropping to the floor. She racked her brain for another comeback, but her mind was empty. She had never felt so much like a LBR before, and it was the worst feeling ever. Who did these girls think they were? And the name "Glamour Girls" sounded like a bunch of model wannabes.

"Ech hem," Principal Burns squawked from the microphone, glaring at the PC with her beady eyes. "Girls, I have to ask you to find a seat immediately for the assembly to continued."

Massie whipped around and hissed at Cassie with deadly poison in her voice,

"This isn't over! Mark my words."

The PC turned and walked away, forced to sit at the LBR section as everyone in the whole cafe watched them with pity. No one ever pitied Massie Block, let alone embarrass, stood up, and diss her. The LBR feeling was almost overwhelming, and Massie wanted to crawl in her bed and die from embarrassment, never to appear again.

She didn't know who these girls were, or where they came from. But she did know they were dead.

OCD

Madame Vallon's French Class

Wednesday, September 4th

11:23 A.M

Cassie Burnston flicked her favorite teal pen between her fingers as the boring French teacher zoned on and on about the conjugation of avoir. She swore, if she had to spend one more minute listening to the old woman's lecture, she was going to fall asleep.

Cassie was a new student at OCD. She had originally gone to an exclusive private school in Massachusetts, Milton Academy. She and her three best friends had been the alphas of Milton Academy, until they were kicked out when they hacked into the school's grading system to get information about Cassie's crush, Thomas Littlefield. Of course, now that Cassie was all the way in New York, she wouldn't get to see Thomas again.

So far, the day had gone pretty well except for that encounter with the annoying, snobby clique she met in the morning. Cassie had knew there was going to be some trouble with some girls at the new school, because almost every private school had a clique which everyone respected. She thought that her clique, The Glamour Girls, were going to take down this clique easily, but it turns out she was wrong. This school's clique, called The Pretty Committee, had girls so pretty that they could pass off as models, except for that blond girl with the bangs. Their friendship seemed really tight, too. And not to mention the clique's alpha, Massie, or something. She was clearly the alpha because she was the most fabulous and confident of them all. But the Glamour Girls would have no problem taking them down. Cassie smiled in victory when she remembered the look on Massie's face when Cassie had dissed her.

Cassie's teal iPhone buzzed in the pocket of her Kate Spade dress. She slowly pulled it out while glancing at the teacher.

Kayla: Who were those girls we met in the morning? Are they the alphas here or something?

Courtney: Yep, they're really pretty...

Allison: They're the alphas of this school. Btw, where's Cassie?

Cassie: Hey girls, i'm here. Dozing off in French class. :(

Allison: I know, this school sucks, the teachers here are sooo boring... We had cool teachers at Milton.

Kayla: Zzzzzz...

Cassie: Anyway, back to those girls. they're called the Pretty Committee, and their alpha is called Massie Block. She is so annoying! Thank god we told her off this morning. :)

Allison: Ikr! She thinks she's all that. Loserrr

Allison: Also "The Pretty Committee" sounds like a bunch of fake wannabes.

Courtney: Serves them right. :) Did you see the look on their faces when we robbed their table and they had to find another one to sit at?

Cassie: Haha, yep. All i know is that they're going down, and we'll soon be the alphas.

Allison: Totally.

Kayla: Agreed.

Courtney: Done. :)

Cassie grinned, slipping her phone back into her dress. With the Glamour Girls behind her, the Pretty Committee didn't stand a chance.