A/N: for the always awesome: ERICKA! Who is completely mental and outrageously amazing! She's one of my very –VERY- best friend.

Anyway, I plan on completing this before Ericka's fourteenth (gosh, she's OLD) birthday on April 30th, so expect LOTS of updates. :)

Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Clique, the characters, or brand names. Etc.. but I DO own the plot.

This is based off a TRUE story. Just a little revised to make more glamorous, more fabulous, more interesting, and more clique.

Enjoy (:

roses and butterflies
by smilez014

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The first day of school is always the worst, the scariest. Yet, the day everyone looks forward to. The halls of Briarwood Octavian Country Day, or BOCD, quickly started to fill up. The sounds of student's voices echoed in the ears of Massie Block. She peeked at her Tiffany watch for the nine billionth time. Today was the first day of eighth grade for the thirteen year old.

"I'm here! I'm here!" a familiar voice shouted. Massie turned to see Alicia Rivera walking towards her. Her dark raven hair was springing along with every step she took. She was in all Ralph Lauren; dress shirt, tights, and coat.

"You're late," Massie glared at her.

"Sorry." Alicia said and pulled out a tube of MAC lip gloss from her Gucci bag/ she unscrewed the gold cap and spread the silver glitter gloss all over her full pouty lips.

"Well, my homeroom is 203." Massie said to her best friend. "What about you?"

Alicia screwed her lip gloss wand back in its tube. "202."

"Just great," Massie sighed, "All my classmates suck."

Alicia rolled her almond shape eyes. She was so beautiful and exotic. While Massie was as entertaining as a bag of peanuts, Alicia was trail mix.

"It's the first back at school," Alicia said, "You might as well enjoy it."

"I hate school," Massie whined and twirled a ling strand of her brown hair.

The bell rang, and everyone stopped their conversations. A moment of silence filled the hall, and then everyone quickly ran off to class.

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"Hello everyone, I'll be your homeroom and first period teacher this school year." The woman by the white board introduced, "I'm Mrs. Parker."

All the students stared at her.

"Anyway, why don't we introduce ourselves?"

Massie rolled her amber eyes. Really? This was the eighth grade not kindergarten.

"So, why don't we start with you?" Mrs. Parker pointed to a blonde haired girl in the front row.

"Okay," The blonde nodded and stood up. She was in white skinny jeans and a turquoise top. Her hair fell like a curtain behind her back. It was dead and flat, shiny but lifeless.

"I'm Claire Lyons." She said then let out a nervous giggle. "I'm thirteen." Giggle. "And I like music and my friends." Giggle, giggle came out of her Smacker's lip glossed mouth.

"Thank you," Mrs. Parker nodded and lightly applauded with her boney red polished hands. "Next."

No one moved from their seat.

Mrs. Parker sighed, "Fine, uh… you over there." She pointed to a red head three spaces away from Massie. Her long red hair was down and slick. She had no makeup on her face and she was pretty much bland. But her emerald eyes were something. Something about them made you want to keep staring.

"I'm Dylan Marvil," she introduced. "I like playing guitar and being with my awesome friends."

She quickly sat down. Massie eyed her; Dylan was in a pair of Sevens and a large Juicy Couture sweat shirt. The color of her jacket matched her eyes perfectly. Mrs. Parker applauded again and called up four more people to introduce themselves. They were all extraordinarily boring, saying things I like, "I love Justin Bieber" then mispronouncing his last name. And saying "I love the Twilight Saga," when they never even read the actual book.

They were boring. They were stereotypical. Massie didn't like them.

"Next," Mrs. Parker said and looked around the room to see if anyone would volunteer. At first, no one did and then a blond haired boy stood up from the back. He walked over to the front of the classroom. All eyes were on him, anxious to hear him speak. The dead room was suddenly brought to life.

"I'm Derrick," he said. "I guess I pretty much love soccer and movies and surprisingly, a little bit of reading." He chuckled to himself, suddenly, all the girls in the room were giggling along with him.

"Well, I really can't wait for this year." Derrick shrugged his shoulders then stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jeans. "So, get to know me and I'm pretty sure we'll get along."

He smiled his adorable smile one more time then headed back to his desk. Massie watched him move to the desk two people behind her. Everyone started applauding. All the guys gave Derrick a round of high-gives and all the girls suddenly turned back to smile at him. He had the aura that made everyone love him. If there were two kinds of people in the world, then everyone would be the audience because Derrick was definitely a performer.

"And the lovely lady in the purple shirt." Mrs. Parker said, once the applause died down.

Massie actually need to check if that was her in the purple shirt. It was, but technically it was royal purple.

Massie got up and said, "I'm Massie Block. I like reading, movies, and Facebook. Oh and texting." She said quickly then left to her seat. She could hear the enthusiasm level die down, but people were still clapping politely.

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The rest of the day went by slowly and boringly. Everyone seemed to fawn over Derrick. It was almost pathetic. It was only the first day of school and already Derrick had a paparazzi. As Massie flipped through the 200th page of her book, she declared that today would be the first day of a really, really long school year. It was so boring. In all her classes, all Massie did was sit on an empty desk in the corner and read. On the first day, Massie could already be labeled anti-social. Everyone was already pairing up or forming groups while Massie stayed back and read. She wasn't like everybody else, she was different.

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This is AU. :)

I know, it's short. :O but that may change.

Yes Ericka, this is the Jonathan story. Just a little different to make it more fabulous and amazing. And don't worry, I took the lanky-awkward-annoying-Jonathan and twisted and perfected him to be someone worth fan!girling over.

It's a twist of the popular and the nerds and teen hearts all in its own original plot. :D

Random fact: the only time it's pretty on this island, that I live on, is when it's April throughout summer because the flame trees blooming are beautiful :)

AND: I actually get sad when fictitious couples break up. I'm lame.

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