DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE CLIQUE.

I am merely writing using Lisi Harrison's characters for entertainment purposes. Please no copy writing.

This is simply the clique in ninth grade. They are a little more mature but the rest of the story is self explanatory. Enjoy and review~

Love,

HTW

WESCHESTER, NEW YORK

THE COFFEE SHOP

FRIDAY, DECEMBER 18TH

3:15 P.M.

"Who knew winter break could be so laaame!" Dylan Marvil slurped at her already empty latte, triggering a loud round of gurgles.

The rest of the Pretty Committee giggled as they gently sipped at their drinks.

"Where's Massie?" Claire Lyons' innocent blue eyes wondered the large café searching for the group's alpha, but the fierce brunette was nowhere in sight.

The girls shrugged, three pairs of eyes exchanged glances but didn't reply. The infamous alpha was probably off rendezvousing with her current other half; Derek Harrington—referred to by the girls as Derrington, a mix of his first and last name. The two had reportedly been going out ever since Alicia Rivera's Halloween bash during which Derrington had shown up as Brad Pitt to surprise Massie Block's Angelina Jolie.

"So…" Alicia, who still yearned to drop her spot as beta and escalate into alpha position, raised a freshly waxed brow, "who are you pretties going with to the Winter Formal?"

"We're not supposed to talk about that until Massie gets here," Kristen Gregory leaned closer, hushing her tone as if Massie was a ear-shot distance away, "She texted that specifically."

"Please Kristen, it's not like we're breaking some law here," She rolled her large, eyeliner-smeared eyes and gave a toss to her sheen strands.

"Yah," Dylan joined in, pushing her latte cup aside, "the PC code."

"What are you talking about?" Alicia questioned, now narrowing her eyes.

"We're breaking the PC law. Remember? Massie had us swear to it at the beginning of the year." She raised her wrist, dangling a dazzling Cartier link bracelet for all the girls to see. Massie had gotten it for the Pretty Committee members on the first day of school—claiming Tiffany's was for girls and Cartier was for women—in honor of their friendship and instructed them to follow the PC code.

"Yes I did."

All four girls looked up to see a goddess standing before them at the head of the table. Massie was debuting a DKNY cocoon shrug over a funnel-neck dress, nicely put together with a thin Steve Madden metallic belt. A pair of neon orange Stella McCartney stilettos, were the only hint of color in her perfect ten outfit.

"Massie," Alicia was taken aback by the leader's sudden entrance and her voice was quickly filled with a shock of fear. "I didn't hear you come in…"

Claire, Dylan, and Kristen fell silent as Alicia bit down on her glossy lips awaiting the bitter Q&A insult Massie was about to unleash on her. But Massie didn't say a word; she only placed herself into the seat the girls had set for her at the beginning of the table.

"Whatevs," Massie tossed the subject away as if it were Kanye West's new CD. "I have great news!" the alpha gushed as she reached into her Louis Vuitton vernis handbag and drew out her baby: Chanel no. 19. She sprayed a few sprits of her signature scent, letting a mist of flowery love envelope the Pretty Committee before she began.

Massie took a long breath and smiled a vanilla flavored Glossip Girl grin, "I have something that will earn me a lifetime of gossip points, if not more."

All four girls gasped in sync as they leaned in closer in perfect rhythm.

"That's impossible!" Dylan exclaimed. "I only got five hundred points the time I saw Olivia Ryan and Plovert making out in the woods when we went to Lake Placid."

"Well this is a thousand times juicier then that," Massie insisted, reaching a perfectly manicured hand into her bag once again.

The Pretty Committee watched intently, wondering what mysterious object their founder was going to slip out.

Massie smiled satisfyingly as she dragged the suspense on longer.

"A phone?" Alicia asked blandly, if not sarcastically.

Massie held the Tony Hawk edition Sidekick delicately in her hand as if it were a precious ruby. "Not just any phone."

Four perfect brows raised in question.

Massie sighed. Sure, her best friends weren't the brightest flowers in the garden but even Kristen couldn't figure it out with her 4.2 GPA. "Who am I dating?"

"Derrington," they answered in unison. At least they knew that much.

"Who's phone is this?" She spoke slowly as if teaching infants.

There was a moment of compelling silence before four pairs of sparking eyes grew wide with excitement, "Derrington!"

Massie's grin drew up in mischief as she swiveled the large screen to reveal the full QWERTY keyboard.

"Have you looked at anything yet?" Kristen asked, tapping her buffed nails on the mahogany table.

"Not yet," she replied while clicking away to get to the messages.

The girls listened intently as Massie read aloud her scanning process:

"Kemp: hey. Derek: whacha doin this weekend? Kemp: nothing. cant wait for soccer game. Derek: wanna come over and practice? Kemp: k. Derek: 5 my house sat. c ya. Derek: whats up. Plovert: practicing for game. Derek: Kemp and I are practicing at my house 5 sat, wanna come over? Plovert: yea, c ya."

"Is all he can talk about soccer?" Massie scrolled down the list almost angrily.

"Derek: hey whats up? Kristen: homework. Wait! What? Kristen? He's been texting you Kristen?" Massie looked up at Kristen with sparks of fiery in her burning amber eyes.

"What?" Kristen's expression glowed with innocence.

"Right here," Massie almost smashed the phone into Kristen's face, stopping only an inch away from her friend's pert nose.

Claire stopped mid-sip and gulped with fear for Kristen. Dylan stroked her thick red mane nervously. Alicia held her breath as her large brown eyes wondered from Massie to Kristen.

"Oh, that," Kristen giggled uneasily. "He was just asking about soccer. He wanted to know if I could practice soccer with them. You know, as the captain of the girls'…team."

Massie quickly began scanning again, but this time silently.

Derek: wanna practice soccer w/ the guys this sat? Kristen: um…I don't know. Derek: come on. Just doin it for the team. Kristen: No I mean I don't know if Massie's gonna be ok with it. Derek: come on, Block'll be fine. Kristen: Um I guess. Derek: 5 this sat, my house, c ya. Kristen: bye.

It was an ok conversation. No flirting. Just plans for soccer. She would let it slide this time. Her smartest friend better not stab her in the back; hopefully Kristen's IQ was high enough to figure out that crossing Massie Block was definitely not an option.

AN: Don't worry, Kristen isn't going to end up with Derrick. It's just a intro. This isn't much of a spoiler because seriously, who would put K and D together? Not me at least, sorry to K+D lovers out there. Maybe another fanfic. :(