Still hoping for reviews! I know it's kinda of alot to ask, but if you read this story, can you just give a SHORT review? (but, LONG is good 2, thnx.)


Chapter 1

Table 18, BOCDHigh Cafeteria

12:30 am

"Okay PC, we're here to discuss the ugghh, Maddie-incident." Massie Block declared.

"No offense, Mass, I didn't think you'd want to talk about it.." said Alicia Rivera.

"Well, I didn't, but it's kinda-" Massie stopped talking, noticing that Claire wasn't in their conversation, she was texting with her boyfriend, Cam Fisher.

"He's so swweeeet!!" Claire said aloud, not realizing that she was being stared at by everyone sitting at Table 18.

"Uhh, Claire we're trying to have a meeting, which you should be in right now." Kristen Greggory spoke up.

"Huh? What? Oh right, sorry…" Claire stuttered.

"Anyways, moving on… the whole Maddie-thing should be kept on the DL with us." Massie stated.

-flashback-

Maddie sat at Table 7, staring angrily at Massie, while pretending to listen to Layne drone on about her new eating obsession with granola…lah….dee…da….

Suddenly, Maddie snapped out of focus when she realized Massie was standing right in front of her, with her stupid Pretty Committee standing behind her. As Massie glared down Maddie, she said stretching out her name, "What do you want Maaaaaasssssiiiieee?"

"Ohh, I don't know…an explanation of why you keep staring at me? Pretty much almost drooling? I mean if you think I'm that pretty and cool, take a picture, it'll last a lot longer." Massie said, with a smirk.

"Yea? I will take a picture. Of this." Then all of a sudden, Massie appeared drenched in a pinkish-color drink.



"UGGGHHH!! What is this??" Massie shrieked!

"A LARGE virgin strawberry margarita. I know how much you just love those pink-colored drinks, so now you can wear your favorite drinks! How creative am I?" Maddie smirked and smiled. She loved the laughs and high-fives of support from the people in the cafeteria watching the disaster. This wasn't going to be her only victory.

"MADDIE?? UUGGGHH, HOW DARE YOU! YOU'LL REGRET IT!" Massie tried with a comeback, but ended up just sounding like an upset mother.

"Ya know what? I won't regret it, never have, and never will. And by the way, since we're not FRIENDS ANYMORE, stop calling me Maddie. From now on, it's Madeline."

And with that, Maddie strutted out of the cafeteria leaving behind the cafeteria of cheering fans, sounds of high-fives and support, and one very sad Massie Block covered in a margarita with her friends trying to help her. She left, with a smile, knowing it was war.

-end flashback.-

"Why? The whole school knows by now. Even if they didn't know, they'd quickly find out from the huge red blob stained on your new white Prada top and expensive purple high-lighted hair." Kristen said, obviously not knowing it was extremely insulting to Massie.

"Well, thanks Kris that makes me feel so much better! NOT!" Massie rudely said back to Kristen.

Kristen frowned, "Sorry, I guess Dylan's old, stupid remarks are rubbing off on me." She laughed at her own joke. Claire smiled, but Massie and Alicia just frowned it off.

"Uhh, Kris, didn't we make it a rule not to talk about that cheating back-stabber? There's a reason Dylan's not here anymore. Otherwise, she'd still be sitting here. But no, she's somewhere over there hanging out with the guys. Besides, Alicia is still a little hurt from being cheated on with Josh anyways. Right leesh?" Massie said, trying to comfort Alicia, while she looked totally smug that Massie took her side over Claire and Kristen's.

"Umm…yeah, isn't it like so obvious? Who's missing the point here?" Alicia added.

"Look, let's just keep focused. No one outside of this school, needs to know what happened today, at lunch, kay?" Massie asked, making sure she was very clear on her instructions. "And I soooo, don't need you guys to bring it up again. Let's just say, I 

don't need Derrington saying anything about it. We're going out again tonight, so not a word. Done?"

"Done."

"Done."

"And done."


A/N: :) I know a lot of authors do that, but whatever.