A/N: Alright, first chapter. I'm a little nervous about this story to be honest. But here it is…

Olivia

"And so class…" Olivia's over-excited teacher, Ms. Holden, started to wrap up her Algebra 1 class. "For your homework tonight…" She started to write a page number on the board for their assignment, but the bell rang and the class was out the door.

As Olivia stepped out of her classroom, she heard a few snickers behind her. She knew immediately who they were coming from: Massie Block and her band of followers. Otherwise known as 'The Pretty Committee'. She picked up her pace and walked away from the classroom, so desperately trying to avoid a conversation with any of the members of the clique.

"Hey, Duh-livia." Massie Block appeared beside her, carrying her Juicy Couture tote and sliding it up her evenly tanned arm. "Nice shirt." She said sarcastically, motioning towards Olivia's stripped American Eagle polo.

"Is it new?" Dylan Marvil asked sweetly.

"Yeah…" Olivia lied. It was new to her, but she bought it at the thrift store a mile away from her house.

"Really, now?" Massie asked thoughtfully. "It's to bad it's about three seasons old and has a stain on the back."

"No it doesn't." Olivia said, confused. It hadn't had a stain on it, she made sure of it when she bought it.

Before she knew it Kristen Gregory stepped forward and looked at the back of it. "Hey, Massie, Olivia is right there isn't a stain on it."

Massie pouted her lips and glanced at Kristen. "You're right." She quickly twisted the cap to her mixed fruit juice, spilling the contents down Olivia's back, leaving behind a red and purple streak. "Now there is." She smiled sweetly, collecting high fives from Kristen and Dylan, while Claire Lyons and Alicia Rivera stood behind them motionless.

"Let's go." Massie said sternly, and with a click of her heels she turned. "We don't want to be seen with this LBR."

"So true," Dylan said, following Massie's lead. "I mean look at her hair, it's so tragic."

"Not as bad as her outfit." Kristen chirped from behind them, turning around to glare at Olivia.

"Please, remind me, what did I do to them?" Olivia whispered to herself as they were walking away and took out a piece of paper from her Abercrombie tote and dabbed furiously at the back of her shirt.

"You didn't do anything to them." Claire Lyons said from behind her, almost causing her to jump. Claire smiled at Olivia and handed her a tissue. "Here, I always keep extra in my bag."

"Thanks." Olivia smiled at Claire, before realizing this could be something Massie told her to do. She quickly examined the tissue, making sure there was not ink or something on it. It would be here luck that there was. Surprisingly, there wasn't.

"I like your purse." Claire said, smiling genuinely at Olivia. Claire had always been the nice one from TPC after all. It still shocked Olivia though.

"Double thanks." Olivia said looking down at her tote bag that was hanging next to her replica Chanel bag, she then turned her back towards Claire. "Is it totally ruined?"

"It's not hopeless, let's get you to the bathroom." Alicia Rivera replied for Claire, making her way towards the girls bathroom, her heels clacking their way down the hall while people turned to see what just happened. A few girls whispering to each other and then giggling.

"Gawd she is such a loser."

"I wonder what Claire and Alicia are going to do to her in there."

"Can't be as bad as what Massie just did."

Olivia couldn't listen to what they were saying anymore, so she turned and followed Alicia into the bathroom, trying not to let the tears that were filling her eyes fall down her cheeks.

"Don't worry about it, Massie is probably just seeing you as a threat." Claire said as soon as they got into the bathroom. She grabbed a purple Ella Moss t-shirt out of her bag and handed it to Olivia. "Here."

"Go change into that and hand me the shirt, I'll see if I can salvage it." Claire said after Olivia just starred at her, as if she didn't know what to do. Claire giggled and added, "I'll try my best to get the stain out."

"Thank you." Olivia mumbled, stepping into a bathroom stall and sitting her bags on the hook at the top of the door. She slipped out of her shirt and threw it over. "Here." She picked up the shirt Claire had handed to her and starred at it, enviously. She could never afford something like this and was shocked to be holding it.

"That shirt looks ah-mazing on you." Alicia clapped her hands when Olivia stepped out of the stall. "Much better than this one," She lifted the shirt which she was soaking in cool water, like Claire had told her too.

Olivia stepped over to the mirror that hangs on the door. "Wow." She took a deep breath. The t-shirt did look good on her, especially for a plain t-shirt.

"You should keep it." Claire smiled warmly, taking the shirt from Alicia and sticking it under the dryer. "It looks better on you then on me anyways." She shrugged and then frowned. "I don't think we got the stain out." She took it out from under the dryer, revealing the stain.

Olivia frowned, "I really liked that shirt too." And sat on one of the sinks.

"Listen, I know Massie can be a little—"

"Bitchy?" Olivia interrupted Alicia.

Alicia smiled, as if she were about to laugh. "—rude, but she will eventually move on from bothering you."

"She will?" Olivia asked, wishing it would happen soon.

"Do you remember when Claire first moved here?" Alicia asked, batting her eyelashes and smiling. "We were all so mean to Claire, but now they're like best friends."

"Are you saying I may possibly be best friends with Massie Block?" Olivia chuckled, listening to the warning bell ring outside of the bathroom.

Claire and Alicia exchanged looks before Claire replied, "You never know." She grabbed the shirt once again and said, "I think you should just toss this out."

"Alright." Olivia sighed, slipping off the place she was sitting on the sink.

The three made their way out of the bathroom after tossing the shirt in the trash can by the door.

"I should get to class," Claire started, starring at Olivia through her blue eyes. "Try not to let Massie bring you down, okay?" She hugged Olivia and started to walk away. "I'll see you at lunch, Leesh." She waved before disappearing down the hall.

"I should get to class too." Alicia said, pointing down the D hall, which had math and science classes. She started to walk before turning and saying, "Do you want to go shopping or something after school?"

Olivia looked at her, shocked. "Yeah, sure that would be awesome." She smiled at Alicia was grabbing her cell phone out of her purse.

"Add your number really quick and I'll call you after school." Alicia laughed at Olivia's eagerness, but not in a mean way. Olivia quickly typed her number into the cell phone before handing it back to the girl. "Later." Alicia waved before slowly disappearing down the almost empty hallway.

Lunch

"Hey Olivia." Alicia smiled, walking with Claire who also waved, before they both walked towards their usual lunch spot with Massie.

Olivia took a deep breath and walked over to the table. "Hey." She said in a peppy tone and smiled at the five girls sitting in their designer clothing. "Can I sit with you guys?"

Alicia and Claire looked at each other, frowning, knowing exactly what Massie would say. "Shit." Claire mouthed to Alicia.

"What happened to your stain, Duh-livia?" Dylan asked sweetly, gripping her fork and bringing a piece of lettuce up to her red lips.

Massie studied the girl before snapping, "No, you can't sit with us. Why would we want you to, anyways? Right girls." She looked at the others at the table.

Olivia sat her tray down on the table and was about ready to say something when one of Massie's minions knocked the tray off the table, spilling the contents all over her shoes. "Screw you." She mumbled, making a way towards the door of the café. She felt as if every eye in the room was on her, and at this point she just wanted to cry.

The Pretty Committee

"Gawd, who does she think she is trying to sit with us?" Dylan asked the others at the table, chuckling to herself. "I mean doesn't she get the clue—nobody likes her."

"She's so fake." Massie said simply. "Plus we totally did her a favor, that polo was so ugly!"

"It really was!" Kristen agreed, nodding her head and taking a sip of her red bull. "But, Claire, did she like steal that shirt from you?"

Claire gulped, avoiding everyone's curious glances. "What shirt?"

"The purple Ella Moss tee she was just wearing." Massie said matter-of-factly. "I gave you that shirt a few weeks ago, and I mean you did disappear for a while."

Claire shrugged, "She needed it."

Massie sighed, picking at her sandwich that was sitting in front of her. "Her shirt was perfectly fine, it just had the teensy stain. Hardly noticeable."

"Massie—" Claire started.

"I call bull shit." Alicia said, looking at Massie. "Her shirt was totally ruined, thanks to you."

"Since when did you start caring about LBR's feelings?" Massie said, tapping her nails impatiently on the table and glancing around at the rest of the girls faces. "Have we ever cared about Duh-livia?"

"No." Kristen said, agreeing with Massie. "Seriously, Leesh, what's the big deal?"

Alicia glanced down at her shoes and mumbled, "Never mind."

"That's what I thought." Massie said, starring off into space and saying: "So, Derrington and I are talking again, I think we'll totally be awn again, come Christmas."