Author's Note: Er...yay! A second chapter. And for the record, I didn't mean to offend anyone by my "Virginia hick town" statement. I swear, I have nothing against Virginia!
Disclaimer:
WickedJelly: Is writing an ah-mazing fanfiction and in an attempt to be richer than Bill Gates, tracks down Lisi Harrison and kidnaps her and steals her ideas. Turns out kidnapping and plagiarism is actually illegal – like, what's up with that? – and gets arrested. Is forced to face the fact that she does not, in fact, own the Clique series.
Also: any statements regarding ethnicity, color, et cetera that the characters in my story may make do not represent my own personal views.
Summary: Ehmygawd, Massie was so not prepared for this. Honestly, how was she supposed to deal with the fact that she was moving? And, of all places, to some probably-hick town in Virginia! This was so the drama.
THE BLOCK ESTATE
MASSIE'S ROOM
Saturday, June 23
8:07 AM
Massie Block lay sprawled across her silken purple sleeping bag with her dog, Bean, cradled inside the crook of her elbow, smirking as she glanced around the room at her friends; as usual, Massie was the first one up. She yawned lazily before emitting a sigh, relieved that she was finally free of O.C.D. Now she was able to move on to bigger and better things. Like boys, for instance. Because Derrington? So eighth grade. She was in high school now, for Gawdsakes, and didn't need some guy who thought wiggling his butt was ah-dorable. When, you know, it wasn't.
Massie diverted her gaze over to Claire, whose mouth was leaking gallons of spit all over her Hello Kitty pillowcase. Ew. Sometimes she wondered why she even tolerated that girl.
"Massie?" whispered a voice. Massie turned her head to determine the speaker and saw Alicia looking back at her.
"Yeah?" she replied just as softly, disappointed that her precious early-morning-pondering-time was cut short.
"Are you up?"
Massie rolled her eyes. "Du-uh. Is it not ahb-vious?"
"Oh, sorry." Alicia giggled in embarrassment.
"Whatever. What do you need?"
"I'm so bored."
"And so you want me to do what, exactly?"
"I dunno, just…un-bore me."
"Gawd, why can't you do something yourself for once?" Massie snapped.
"Sorry Mass," Alicia said, taken aback. "It's just you're always the Fun Maker."
Massie did feel a little guilty that she was rude to her friend so early in the morning, but then again, it was early in the morning. Any self-respected person would be crabby at this hour. And since Massie most definitely respected herself, she was most definitely crabby. But then again, she'd just been complimented. "Forgiven. Why don't we wake all the others up and do something…fun?" She grinned for added emphasis.
Alicia grinned back at her friend and shimmied out of her sleeping bag, adjusting her Josie Natori built-in-bra camisole that had bunched up just below her enormous boobs. She watched as Massie walked over to the window and pushed back the lush drapes, bringing in enough sunlight to make one want to wear their Coach aviators…inside the house.
Not that she would or anything. 'Cause hel-lo, could that be any tackier?
The rest of her friends groaned collectively and Kristen was able to summon enough energy to throw her Moshi pillow at Massie's head. Massie squealed instinctively and ducked away to grab her own pillow, throwing Alicia an It's-Time-For-Some-Action look. Alicia then grabbed her pillow and, after exchanging glances with Massie, jumped on top of Kristen, who was wide-awake enough to retaliate.
It was like a domino effect.
For the duration of the next twenty minutes, World War Three made a brief appearance as the fourteen year old girls attacked each other with any cushion they could get their hands on. It was when Claire ran into Massie's mannequin, thus knocking it over and snapping the head off, did the groups' fun stop.
"Kuh…laire!" screeched Massie, panting in between syllables. "Gawd, could you be any clumsier?"
Yeah, it was pretty much one of those Why-Did-She-Even-Tolerate-That-Girl? moments.
Massie watched – with some self-satisfaction – as Claire gaped at the mannequin's head, her lower lip trembling.
Dylan added in a second "Gawd" under her breath for extra effect.
"I'm sorry," Claire whispered. She started to chew on her nails, which made only made Massie even angrier. Because the habit was disgusting. "I can…I can buy you a new one?"
"Gawd, no!" Alicia butt in. "First of all, you couldn't even afford a semi-decent one. Second, Massie's was custom-made. She wouldn't want some generic one."
"Ah-greed. Kuh-laire, if you want to stay with us, you seriously need to work on your un-clumsy skills."
"Totally," Kristen agreed, just because she didn't want to sound unsupportive.
"But I'm sorry!" Claire repeated.
"We'll have to discuss this matter privately. Excuse us." Massie beckoned for the other three girls and they formed a huddle. Claire tried her best not to eavesdrop, but that was kind of hard seeing as the girls would whisper a word extra loud every so often. Finally, they broke out of their cluster.
"We have decided that you can still stay with us," Massie said, "but only if you promise to work on being un-clumsy. Do you understand?"
"Yeah, I do." Claire couldn't help but crack a small smile; for the past couple of minutes, she'd been positive that her life was going to end. But it wasn't. Yay.
"Except as punishment, we're going to call you Clumsy Claire. Oh-kay?" Alicia said, her mouth twisted into a sneer. She'd never been as close to Kuh-laire as Massie or Kristen or Dylan had.
"Okay," Claire said and rolled her eyes.
Gawd. And she'd thought name calling was for grade schoolers…
