I'd like to dedicate this chapter to firstly, the victims, families of victims, and residents of Newtown, Connecticut. And secondly, to my good friend Jazz (Guest) who I can always count on to give me a super-nice review. And a side note to Jazz, you've got it all wrong. Nothing's what it seems in this story...

I feel like an evil laugh should come after that! Without further ado, here's chapter two! Thanks for all the reviews! 24-26 total for the next chapter!

Claire stared up in wonder at the giant shiny glass buildings. She, of course, had been to new york numerous times before, usually dragged along on Massie's many Fifth Avenue blitzes. But the pure minimalist design of the buildings still caught her breath.

"Kuh-laire." Massie bitched. "Thank gawd the windows are tinted, otherwise you'd look like a dirty toooouuuu-rist." Claire looked into Massie's amber-colored eyes hardly. She so wanted to bitch back, but she wasn't going to. Mainly for the reason that they would be sharing an apartment together for the next four years.

"Emagawd." She muttered to herself. Four more years. With Massie Block. What the hell did she get herself into? And without Ca- him by her side, it was going to be harder than ever. Claire finally choose to stare at her sand-me-downs, a pair of old gray leather Sigerson Morrison wrap-around sandals that had fallen into Claire's lap just last week, courtesy of Massie. It had pissed her off majorly (even though the Sandals were super-cute), because Massie knew the Lyons weren't poor anymore. She must have never understood why the Lyons moved out of the Block's guesthouse, or why Claire was suddenly able to actually buy designer clothes at the mall. She had hoped that wearing the sandals would bring good luck, but obviously, they were bringing the complete opposite.

"Anyway." Massie continued primly, from her spot across from Claire. "I got us four housemaids, two cooks and an assistant. All from exotic places. They all speak english."

"Why an assistant?" Dylan took out an aveda paddle brush from her Louis, and ran it through her rapidly growing curls. "I never knew humidity was so bad in new york."

"Because we need someone to manage parties and modeling shoots and gawd forbid, school projects."

"Point." Alicia said casually, examining her pale pink nails for chips. "Do we have any shoots coming up?"
"Well, no." Massie admitted. "But I'm sure someone will see us on the street or something, and like, beg us to model for them."

"Cause that'll happen." Kristen muttered to Claire, concealing her pink mouth with a carefully placed hand.

"I know, right?" Claire hissed back. Massie was so full of it.

"Ladies?" Isaac lowered the partition. "We're almost there. Five minutes or so."

"Thanks Isaac."

Isaac dipped his hat & raised the partition. Massie & Alicia hugged each other happily. "We're five minutes away!"

Claire & Kristen shared a 'wtf' look. It was just their apartment, right? Nothing to get all huggy-about.

"What are we doing after we un-pack?" Kristen piped up.

"Uh, going to dinner?" Massie duh'd.

"But it's one o'clock now." Claire added, furrowing her golden brows.

"Well, unlike you, some of us actually brought clothes. That need to be hung up." Massie waved her tanned hand around.

"I brought clothes." Claire said, giggling awkwardly.

"Sorry, I should have clarified. Enough clothes." Massie eyed herself in a pink compact mirror.

"I brought enough clothes..." Claire continued.

"Not even!" Alicia interjected. "You only brought five small louis's. Me, Massie & Dylan each brought twelve full-sized ones."

"I thought we were going to shop here." Claire said boldly. It was true. She only brought the best of her wardrobe, because she was certain that Massie had an insane shopping trip planned.

"Uh, no." Massie said. "We shopped at home."

"Well then, while you guys unpack, Kristen & I will go shopping."

"Nawt an option." Massie said, glaring at Claire.

"Why?"

"We stay together." Alicia spoke for Massie.

"Uh, no." Kristen blurted. "You and Massie always ditch us. Or at least used to, when we couldn't afford to go into the designer stores. But now that we have money, we have to stay together?"

Claire smiled gratefully at her.

"You nee-" Alicia hissed.

"Alicia, shut up. Claire & Kristen, you can go wherever you like." Massie shivered. All of this consenting stuff was giving her the chills. "Glad to know you'd ditch us so easily though." She added with a slight hiss.

"We'll be back by dinner." Claire said stoically.

"Fine." Massie shut her compact mirror with a sharp squeeze. Since when could Claire decide what she got to do? This wasn't a democracy, it was a clique-torioship!

"Ladies? We're here." Isaac tilted his head back into the group. Claire looked out the window. Sure enough, the range rover was idling in-front of a gorgeous brick & glass pre-war building. Over the wide glass & dark wood double doors was a black awning with 960 Fifth Avenue scripted on it in beautiful ivory script. Claire almost swooned when she saw the two doormen standing in perfect black suits, just waiting to open the door to her brand-new life.

"It's beautiful." Dylan said in a soft whisper, as if she was afraid a loud noise would scare it away.

"I know, right?" Massie bounced in her seat, as Isaac came around to open her door. She gracefully stepped out and slid the Gucci sunglasses down on her nose, the way she had seen Audrey Hepburn do countless times. She beckoned for the other girls, as they made much less graceful exits.

"It's so pretty." Kristen sighed.

"Shall we go in?" Massie beamed.

"Yes!" The girls chorused. And so Massie opened the door to paradise, welcoming her best-friends inside with her. How generous.

Hey People!

THE NEW GIRLS

Thanks for checking in, but most of you just wanted to know about "them." The new girls. From snotty, spoiled, affluent Westchester. Nobody had anything to say about our favorite seniors, S or B! Not even a word about why S is mysteriously back after a stint at "boarding school." Not a word. Anyway.

Your E-mail:

Dear GG,

I heard M is the alpha, and C is the total outcast. Am I right?

-Bebe

Dear Bebe,

Your certainly right. M is definitely the leader. Now which C are you talking about? Cause all three of them are losers. Hmm... maybe we can get them together. I can totally see it, the "C" club. But then, we couldn't be invited, right?

-GG

dear GG,

Where did these girls go to school? Why did they come to constance? Why are they here? Can you tell us more about them?

-ReallyPopularSeniorATConstance

Dear RPSAC,

Are you sure you're "really popular?" Because actual Popular people (like moi) are not so concerned about a tiny little group of freshman. But, I'll tell you a bit more about them anyway.

M, is the leader. As we all know. Incredibly spoiled, always gets what she wants type. She'll fit in quite nicely here.

A, is the incredibly gorgeous "beta." She might even be able to rival our favorite ethereal beauty, S, but in a totally different way.

D, is the self-conscious red-headed Annie! lookalike. But well-fed. If you get my drift.

K, is the sporty girl who's mom just married one of the richest men in america. Cha-ching! Unfortunately, she's got a step-sister now, G, and we all know how those situations usually turn out.

C, is the all-american omega of the group. Can you say outcast? Accepted last, kicked out first.

All together, they form The Pretty Committee. Yes, you heard me right. The Pretty Committee.

SIGHTINGS

N, walking fifth avenue just about the time that the PC arrived. Did he see 'em? Time will tell.

S, (she's back, by the way) sitting outside her window. Don't jump, honey, things are just getting good.

and finally B, in the shoe department of Barney's. Her three-hundredth? I think so.

Well thats all for now.

You know you love me,

gossip girl