Disclaimer: The Clique and all of its original and main characters belong to Lisi Harrison, the storyline is all mine =]

Claire Lyons had the perfect life, she is beautiful, tall, and blonde and blue eyed, she was the most popular girl at Beverly Hills High. This was the entire facade she played into, in reality she is anorexic, something she inherited from her super model mom, and has anger management inherited from her father. When her mother dies, an "accidental" overdose, and her father goes insane, she is forced to move from her sunny kingdom in Beverly Hills to her cousin Massie's kingdom in Westchester, NY. Claire and Mass have always hated each other, will sharing a house force them closer or will WW3 erupt?

Massie POV:

Block Estate, Westchester NY

Massie's Room

Saturday, May 7th

8:00 am

"Today I don't feel like doing anything! I just wanna lie in my bed! Don't feel like picking up my phone-" ironically, Massie did feel like picking up her phone, there was only one person who would be dumb enough to put that as their personalized ring tone.

"Hello?" She answered yawning.

"Good morning beautiful." Massie smiled.

"Morning? Its 8 in the morning on a Saturday! More like premature awakening!"

His deep laugh rang through her phone, and sent butterflies to her stomach.

"I'm sorry Mass, I didn't mean to cut your beauty sleep short, I didn't think

You needed anymore." She blushed.

"I know you didn't wake me up this early to compliment me, what do you want?"

"You know me so well." He laughed. "Can you come over? I need your help with my Spanish project."

"Do I look like the Red Cross?"

"No."

"Then why do you think I can help your disaster zone?" He laughed once more,

Massie couldn't help but feel proud.

"Pleaseeeeeeeee Mass?"

"I'll ask my parents, I'm supposed to have family over, but I'll see if I can get out of it."

"I owe youu!"

"You know it!"

"Bye Mass, love youu."

"Byeee, love you too."

Massie climbed out of her purple sheets, and stepped into her purple Juicy

Couture flip flops.

An hour later Massie's bed was made, her room smelled like her Herbal Essences, curl boosting shampoo a smell that had wafted over from her steam filled bathroom, the glass in which is still foggy from her shower. She is dressed in black True Religion shorts, a white tank top, white Juicy Couture flip flops, a thin purple headband with a bow and a skinny purple braided belt completed her outfit. Her dark chocolate colored wavy hair is pushed away from her face with aforementioned headband, and fell to her waist in waves. In an attempt to look as if she wasn't trying to impress him, she put on minimal sparkle brown eye shadow, one coat of mascara covered her inch long lashes, and she opted for Chap Stick instead of lip gloss.

"Mom!" She called as she ran down the winding staircase that connected her floor to the rest of her colossal mansion. "I'm in the kitchen honey!" Mass entered the recently remodeled kitchen, and saw her mother standing at the island, preparing a fruit salad.

"You're up early!" Her mother said brightly, unlike her daughter, Kendra is a morning person.

"Yeah, someone called me and said they needed help with a Spanish project."

Massie felt herself blush.

Kendra's amber eyes danced around knowingly. "Does this 'someone' have a name?"

Massie looked away, the intensity of two pairs of amber eyes looking into each other was too much for her to bear. It's always intrigued Massie how similar her mother and her look. She mumbled his name, almost unintelligible. Her mother smiled at her," Of course you can go! Just remember to be home in time for dinner, we have guests you know!"

"Yeah mom, I remember, these mystery guests you want to surprise me with." She rolled her eyes. It was obviously her Aunt Denise, Uncle Charlie and cousin Claire. Claire being the one person Massie could not stand in her family, and one of the few in the world. "I'll make sure I'm back in time."

"Okay darling, have fun!"

Claire POV

Lyons Estate, Beverly Hills CA

Front Steps

Saturday, May 7th

12:14 am

Claire was done crying. She's been crying for 2 weeks straight. Her blonde hair was shiny with oil from not being washed, her blue eyes puffy, and red, and her skin dangerously close to breaking out from the lack of her usual skin routine. As far as everyone at Beverly Hills High was concerned she was handling her mother's death like a champion, and her father's mental breakdown like a hero, but she knows how terrible her situation is. She is basically orphaned at the age of 15, 6 months away from her "sweet" sixteen; it was supposed to be the party of the year, the best that California had seen. She was, after all, the daughter of super model Denise Lyons, and favorite actor Charlie Lyons. She was all they had, and they were all she had, sure the celebrity friends had all reached out to express their sympathy, but what would that do? She was the only one that knew that her mother's "accidental overdose" was actually her last shot at happiness. She was the only one that knew her father's "shocking and sudden" breakdown, had been a long time coming. In return they were the only ones that knew about her anorexia/bulimia. They knew that her trips to Paris, Bahamas, and Aspen, were all trips to the Sinai Center for treatment, they never worked though, as soon as she came home her parents' problems forced her to resort back to her ways.

Today was Claire's last day in sunny California; she was leaving her home and everything she's ever loved, and moving to Westchester with her Aunt Kendra, Uncle William and cousin Massie. Massie and Claire, had never gotten along, it started when Massie was born, Claire was 2 months old, and was taken on a plane to visit her new born cousin. As the years went on, Claire and Massie just never became friends, maybe it was their way of rebelling, going against what everyone expected of them, maybe they were just incompatible, Massie was perfect and Claire had more problems than a Calculus textbook. Whatever the reason, Massie and Claire excelled separately. Massie, as her mother had said during one of their many conversations on the topic, "was the 'alpha' at her school. She is the prettiest, gets good grades, does her chores, and is overall, a 'lovely' girl." Claire was a straight up bitch. Yes she was the most popular girl in BHH, but that was because everyone wanted to be her. Girls envied her beauty, and wildness, Claire rarely did what she was supposed to, what was the point? Her parents were too busy wrapped up in their own problems to even notice what she was doing. Guys just wanted her to notice them; she not only had a stunning face, but a really hot body. She stood tall at 5'9, a butt that could rival J-lo's and a chest that rivaled any Victoria's Secret angel bombshell. Aesthetically pleasing, and daring, that was how she lived her life, it was all about to change, her Aunt Kendra and Uncle William actually cared and paid attention to their daughter, cared for her, they had expectations, and Massie never failed them. What if Claire couldn't rise to the challenge? What if they decided she was a nuisance and didn't want her? Where would she go? With who?

Claire picked up her Louis Vuitton bag, the only possession of hers that wasn't on its way to Westchester County, "It's my last day here, might as well go out with a bang."