16 And Never Been Dissed
A Clique AU Fan Fiction Series
Chapter 2: Welcome to OCD

OCD encourages students to dress to express themselves.

Our school has educated many successful young woman, such as...

The words had haunted Claire since she'd first read them. There was no way she could get through a day at OCD in her usual clothing style. There was no way she could excel at a school that had released so many successful people. Especially when she didn't even know what those people did because she'd never even heard of those jobs before!

She sighed as she sat at the round kitchen table, her brother across from her, pushing her Cocoa Puffs around her bowl as the milk turned to chocolate.

She knew she looked cute. She had her hair down and natural, as she always did for school back in Florida. And she was wearing a pair of simple denim shorts with a matching vest and a baby pink tee short underneath. It could pass for designer, she was sure. But her mother refused to let her out of the house if the shorts weren't as long or longer than the tip of her longest finger when her arms were held at her side. The tee shirt was a little bit baggy, as her mother didn't see a reason for her to wear tight fitting clothing. And on her feet were a pair of Keds.

She jumped as the door opened and slammed shut.

"Massie! You scared me," Judy Lyons laughed as she jumped, turning around to see who their intruder was and sighing a little bit in relief that it was only their fifteen year old neighbor.

Claire's fear only deepened.

"Hey, Mrs. Lyons. Sorry 'bout that. I'm just so used to walking in whenever I want." Massie said sincerely, flashing a mega watt smile at the woman. "I wanted to know if I could borrow Claire. She can ride in the Range Rover with me, since we're going to the same place." Massie kept on beaming as she spoke. "But I thought she could come over a little early and I could prep her for her first day," She said, turning that stunning smile on Claire.

"Really?" Claire asked, raising an eyebrow.

"If she doesn't want to go, I will!" Todd volunteered, jumping to his feet.

"Sorry, Todd-this is some girl time." Massie rolled her eyes, now that her back was to Judy and she wouldn't be able to see her honest facial expressions. But her voice and words were still drenched with a sickly sweetness that was too good to be true. "You coming?"

"Yes,' Claire muttered, pushing her chair back and rising to her feet slowly. Just as slowly, she began to walk towards Massie.

"Well don't make it seem like death row!" Massie giggle, hooking her arm through Claire's as she led her from the guest house, through the driveway and into the main house, up the stairs and right into Massie's bedroom.

That was when her entire act changed.

"My mom said I had to be nice to you and that I should go check to make sure you were okay this morning," Massie said, crossing her arms over her chest. "And you won't be okay if I let you go to school dressed like that," She said, eyeing the outfit. She sighed as she made her way towards a box besides her closet.

"What's that?"

"Clothes I was going to use in the fundraiser my parents host each year." Massie explained as she opened the box and started to go through it. "But since it's only my summer clothes and only from my dressers, I'll let you have it. Change into...hmmm, this top," She said, tossing her a deep pink halter top with straps that tied in the back and hung down your back in a silky waterfall. "And these," She said, giving her a pair of black and white pin stripped short shorts. "I'm not giving away any shoes yet, sorry. The Keds will have to do," Massie made a face.

"What's wrong with my Keds?" Claire frowned, staring down at her favorite sneakers.

Sure, they weren't as fashionable as Massie's high heeled ankle boots in the deep shade of purple that was almost black in the smooth suede material, but they were still pretty nice. They were a brand name, after all. So what if they weren't Steve Madden? They were still on the glossy pages of Seventeen Magazine.

"Well, they're sneakers," Massie shrugged as she stood up, brushing off her black, high waisted pencil mini skirt in the stretchy material that she had paired with a purple, ruffle front, tank top button down blouse. A thick black belt completed her tailored look and a smirk sat on her face as her eyes asked Claire what more she had to question Massie on when it came to fashion. "Change, okay?" Massie rolled her eyes as she took out her phone and started to text. "I'll be in the car," She replied, clicking the top button on her cell phone and making her way from her bedroom.

Claire sighed, left alone in the posh, ultra-modern bedroom of one Massie Bock. The room was all white with very few purple accents that made it look messy in a careful way, as if Massie had intended for the mess to look that way. Claire wished she could make her own bedroom as neat as that, but the harsh reality was that it would never happen.

She quickly slid off her own shorts and into the surprisingly soft shorts Massie had given her, gasping at how much of her leg was left bare before shaking the thought off. When one looked at the little amount of material in Massie's skirt, one couldn't even think that the school would mind Claire's booty shorts. And Judy couldn't get mad at Claire for breaking the rules, because the shorts had been a gift. It would be rude of her to refuse them, she decided as she took off her shirt and put on the one Massie had given her. She checked her reflection in the mirror and shook out her hair.

She actually looked like she could be friends with Massie Block.

Well, almost, she thought sullenly as she stared down at her Keds with a slight frown. Still, that was more than most girls could say. She was wearing Massie Block hand-me-downs, after all.


Alicia Rivera checked her reflection, debating on if she would be rated a 9.7 or a 9.8 for the day. She knew that 10's were reserved for special occasions and she was the one who had decided that a clique could only look as good as their alpha. It was a good way for the girls to have a person to blame when it came to a fault on them as a group. Besides, it always made Alicia look good, because the beta should always look just as good as the alpha.

She smirked, loving the way her glossy, jet black hair fell down her tanned back with her doe-like eyes framed with perfectly lined up eyeliner. Her shadow was a sparkly shade of neutral brown with long, curly eyelashes. Her blush highlighted her cheekbones and her lips were made a deeper, darker shade of red in their pouty, full, shiny matter. The hair fell down her back in a cascade of gentle waves and her manicured hands were an ombre shade of orange to match her gorgeous outfit-that Massie had approved of without a single change the last time they had talked about their first day of school wardrobes.

She's so wasted, acting crazy, making a scene-like it's her birthday

Her phone began to vibrate on her nightstand, blaring one of her favorite songs-the personal ringtone that she had set for whenever Massie called her or text her. She danced her way towards the phone, as per usual, and then panicked as the sleek iPhone began to move just a tad too close to the edge. She hurriedly dove towards the ground in an effort to save it, catching it right before it hit the cherry oak floors.

She released a sigh of relief as she unlocked the phone and read Massie's message.

Massie Block: I'm outside-stop checking yourself out and move that skinny ass!

Alicia giggled at her friend's bluntness, grabbing her chocolate brown Coach sunglasses and sliding them onto her face as she made her way towards the front door, typing in a witty reply to her best friend with a bright smile taking over her face.

Alicia Rivera: You wish my ass was skinny. Then I wouldn't have all the curves in this clique! :P

Massie might be a little bit pissed off when she read the reply, but when she and Alicia were once again reunited, they would share a hug and a few compliments and be laughing with one another as if nothing had happened. It was just the kind of relationship they had with one another. Most people thought Alicia was just waiting for Massie to make a mistake so she could take over and be the alpha but they were wrong. Some people assumed Massie only made Alicia the beta because she was afraid of her. They were wrong too.

They were best friends because they were so alike they couldn't be anything other than friends. And they fought because they loved each other and got along with one another so well they just couldn't do anything else.

She made her way towards the Range Rover at her own pace, not caring that people were waiting for her. She was well worth waiting for, as her father had always told her. So she never ran and she never rushed. She walked, always, and she made her own pace, no matter how slow it happened to be. When she reached the car, she pulled open the door and lifted herself inside, sliding across the leather seat in the center of the limo and then down the curve onto her own side, where she always sat.

"Who's the stow away?" Alicia asked, removing her sunglasses as she felt the limo start back up again. She slid them up to hold her hair away from her face and leaned against the seat, bringing her feet up beneath her.

"Kuh-Laire Lyons, the girl I told you about," Massie replied from her seat across from Alicia, her feet curled under her in the same way.

"Do we like her?" Alicia asked, leaning across the seat to whisper with her mischievously. Massie just smirked, shaking her head to signal that no, they did not like her.

"Isn't that your YSL halter top? The one that Layme Abely got you for your birthday last year? And your Marc Jacobs shorts that Allie-Rose Singer tried to use to bribe her way into the PC with? I thought you-"Alicia shut up after a sharp look from Massie that signaled she needed to stop talking, immediately. "Oh, never mind. Those were the Ralph Lauren ones that Olivia Ryan gave you for Christmas last year when she was your Secret Santa," She said quickly, putting on her most innocent expression.

"Who's this?" Claire asked softly, leaning across from the very back seat where Massie had stuck her. Alicia snickered at the choice she had made and the fact that the blonde girl had actually listened to the brunette.

"Alicia Rivera," Alicia said, turning her head towards her with a smirk. "Why are you in the trunk?"

"Massie said there wasn't enough room in the front with you guys. I didn't know that she had to pick people up and bring them to school, too," Claire said.

"How interesting," She said, with a look that clearly told her that it wasn't interesting at all. She turned her attention back to Massie and beamed at her. "The Hamptons did you a favor, as usual. You look incredible," Alicia winked.

"Well, you should just wait for tomorrow, then," Massie said in a secretive tone.

"Why's that?" Alicia frowned.

"Because we get better looking every day!" The girls said together, falling over on their seats, laughing hysterically as if the joke were completely hilarious. As if it were the first time they'd ever heard it. When in reality, it was a part of their daily routine. Something that they never stopped doing.


Dylan Marvil impatiently ran a hand through her curly, fiery red hair as she narrowed her emerald green, almond shaped eyes at her reflection. The longer she had to wait for Massie, the more she was going to find fault with in her wardrobe. And she had alreadyfound a lot wrong about her appearance. The skirt was doing nothing to hide her chubby legs and her blouse wasn't accenting her curves anymore than her outfits normally did. Her heels made it look as if she had c-ankles and her hair was so big she wasn't sure she'd make it through the door.

Then there were her brown eyelined eyes that she'd thought would look incredible with tails and curly brown eyelashes, but only looked like she was trying too hard. Her green eyeshadow was too bright and her blush and lipstick made her look like a clown.

She was absolutely disgusting and she couldn't believe that she seriously was going to go out in public like that. She needed to change. She was going to change. Unfortunately, right as she went to head back to her bedroom, her phone started to ring.

Singing Radiohead at the top of our lungs/with the boom box blaring as we're falling in love

She muttered a string of curses under her breath as she read the message from Massie-she didn't even need to look at the name to know it was from Massie. That was her customized ringtone.

Massie Block: Hurry up, ginger! I need my favorite red head if I'm going to rock my way through sophomore year!

Somehow, even when Massie wasn't trying to, she calmed Dylan down and made her relax. Massie had an ability to make her feel absolutely wonderful about herself and Dylan loved having a friend like that. She needed that in her life, especially with her fragile ego. It was good to have loyal friends who lived to cheer her up and make sure she felt as gorgeous as they always felt about themselves.

She smiled to herself reassuringly and turned the handle on her door, pulling it open and making her way towards the limo. She pulled open the limo door, tossed her bag onto her usual middle-section seat and tumbled her way inside, tossing her hands in the air as she sat in her seat, making sure her friends were well aware of her presence. That was a usual routine for the Pretty Committee. Alicia moved in slow motion. Kristen raced through life. Massie was incredibly poised. And Dylan was so klutzy just because she liked to put on a show for her friends to get a laugh.

She figured that if people were going to laugh at her, she was going to give them a reason to laugh.

"Ehmagawd! Dylan you look ah-mazing!" Massie beamed, leaning as far as she could until Dylan reached over to meet her halfway, the two girls greeting one another in a hug that Alicia immediately joined back in.

"Gorgeous, chica," Alicia winked at her as the girls resumed their usual seats.

"Who's on the Daily Grind this morning?" Alicia wondered, turning towards the large flat screen TV positioned at the front of the Limo, right above the glass separator that divided the girls from Isaac, Massie's driver.

"Um...I think it's Channing Tatum," Dylan nodded thoughtfully, twirling a strand of hair gingerly around her finger.

"Only one way to find out!" Massie said cheerfully as she grabbed the remote control and turned the TV on, immediately changing the channel from MTV to a talk show run by a gorgeous auburn haired woman talking to none other than the infamous Channing Tatum who every sensible girl was in love with, if they had a pair of eyes.

"Did we seriously miss it?" Alicia whined as Channing stood up, giving Merri Lee Marvil a hug goodbye and then walking of stage, right before the show cut to a commercial brake. "Every single time!" She pouted, crossing her arms over her chest.

"It's alright-I'll bring the recording to Massie's for the Friday Night Sleepover, okay?" Dylan said, patting her on the air reassuringly.

"Dyl, do you think you could get his number?" Massie asked casually.

"Definitely! I'll just steal it from my mom's phone," Dylan beamed, turning her attention back towards Massie.

"Wait a second-your mom knows Channing Tatum and she has his number?" a blonde haired girl wearing Massie's hand-me-downs spoke up from the backseat. Dylan jumped at the sound of her voice behind her, turning around and placing a hand to her heart in shock. "Seriously?" the blonde asked.

"Well, duh, Kuh-Laire," Massie rolled her eyes, not bothering to look at her as she turned off the TV.

"Her mom just interviewed her," Alicia replied.

"Your mom's Merri-Lee Marvil?" she gushed.

"Duh, I'm Dylan Marvil. And you are?" Dylan wondered.

"That charity case Massie's family took on from Florida. Claire Lyons," Alicia said and Dylan was sure she was happy to have known that before anybody else.

"Oh, the freeloading friends?" Dylan asked.

"Yup," Massie said, grabbing her phone and starting to speed type a message to somebody.


I'm gonna break your little heart, watch you take the fall/laughing all the way to the hospital 'cause there's nothing surgery can do

Kristen was sitting outside of the Montador building, where her friends believed she lived. In all honesty, she lived in the apartment building next door. But, her friends thought she was rich and therefore it was just assumed that she lived in the wealthy of the two apartment buildings, where most families with traveling business world parents worked so they felt safe when they needed to leave their children home alone for extended periods of time.

She took her phone, unlocking the screen and flashing an apologetic look to the doorman, who never said anything about her showing up and waiting on the front steps. In fact, he never said anything at all. To anybody. He was as silent as one of the queen's guards. Which worked for her. At least in that case nobody would ever suspect anything if they asked about her and he didn't reply. He was silent and that meant that her secrets were safe with him. She smirked at her brilliance, unlocking her phone to read the message that Massie had just sent her. She normally received Massie's text before she saw the limo.

Massie Block: Hey, boo! I'm almost to your building! xoxo

Kristen Gregory: Finally! I nearly finished an entire crossword puzzle while I was waiting!

Massie Block: My little book worm!

Kristen slid the phone into the side pocket of her bag and jumped from the railing she was perched on, landing swiftly on her feet as she swung the bag onto her shoulder. She raced towards the Range Rover, opening the door and sliding into the seat besides Dylan, releasing a small squeal as she greeted her best friend with a warm embrace.

Then she removed her sweatsuit to reveal her killer bumblebee resembling outfit, smirking at the smile that she could see deflating from the blonde haired petit girl behind her in the reflection from the sleek mirrored surfaces of the car's interior.

"When is your mom going to start letting you wear what you want?" Massie sighed, shaking her head at Kristen as she stuffed her rejected clothes back into her Puma sports bag.

"Seriously? You're still asking that? At this point, I found it much easier to just roll with it. It's much easier to live a double life than to fight with her. You know that Marsha Gregory is always right," She said with an eye roll as she turned her upper body towards the trunk and held her hand out to the girl sitting there. "Hi, I'm Kristen-you must be the girl that just moved in with Massie. Welcome to Westchester," She greeted.

"Hey, I'm Claire Lyons! It's so-"

Dylan yanked at Kristen's arm, pulling her attention towards the red head as she showed her the screen of her Droid Incredible. Kristen was sure that Claire was reading it over the girls' shoulders, and she honestly didn't feel all that bad about what she was reading. It was better to know where you stood than to try and fit in with people who didn't like you.

Kuh-Liare=LBR

Did Kristen feel a little bad that because of this girl's social status she was being exiled? Of course she did. She could relate. But the mere fact of the matter was, she was being isolated by the elite. Any other girl at OCD would die to be her friend, because she lived with Massie Block. It wasn't going to take very much for Claire to make friends. Kristen, on the other hand, wouldn't have that perk and advantage if her friends bailed on her because of her status.

And Kristen had been a loser for too long before she finally rose to the top. She wasn't even just a loser. She was a friendless loser and that made for a lonely life. Anybody would rather be a loser and have true friends than be surrounded by plenty of fake friends, after all.

But Kristen didn't even have that. She was alone n the world, and when she finally made friends, she was at the top of the world.

It was a pleasant change and honestly, Kristen had grown used to it. She was used to people just assuming she was the best. She was used to them not calling her a nerd for getting good grades or a boy for being good at sports. She didn't want to go back to being used for her brains and taken advantage of for her athletic skills.

She wasn't going back and nothing could make her.

So, maybe she was the nicest of the Pretty Committee. It didn't mean very much. She was still a bitch to most people. She was a stone cold bitch, and there weren't many people at school who would deny it.

Some might even say that she was the meanest because she would put a smile on her face and act as if she was your best friend before she turned around and whispered with her friends about your outfit. Before she started to insult you until you were crying and ready to switch schools just because you slipped and said the wrong thing.

Kristen knew how to handle Westchester. And she knew how to play the game. She happened to be good at the game. Which was why Massie was so fond of her.

Each girl had their reason for being in the clique.

Massie was the clever one who came up with plans and kept them on top. Alicia was the gorgeous one with the sexy and seductive nature. Dylan had the connections they needed to make sure everything they did was just a little bit better than when it was done by others in the grade. And Kristen got them out of trouble while making sure they sailed through school.

Massie was the fearless leader who made sure they never got caught. She was their alpha. Alicia was the queen of gossip, their amazing beta. Dylan was their tom boy girl who made sure they stayed young and acted their age-their gamma. And Kristen was the sporty brainiac, another gamma in a group that wanted to be made of equals, but really couldn't be when one looked at Massie and Alicia.


"Ready?" Massie asked with a smile, her hand on the handle of the door. "We're about to start our sophomore year. And there's only one time to make a first impression. We need to make sure this counts," She reminded her friends.

"Outfit checks?" Alicia asked, hopping excitedly on her seat.

"Shit, I can't believe I forgot that!" Massie gasped, immediately dropping her hand from the door and turning towards her friends. "Kris, you're outfit is totally a 9.5-I love the colors and the jewelry, but it's a little plain for the first day back. I've seen you make a much bigger statement before. Dyl, I'm going to give you a 9.7-I totally adore the outfit. I just would have put my hair up in a sloppy bun because down dresses the entire ensemble down just a little, but that's the run-way-expert in me talking. For school, it's completely perfect. Leesh, do you even have to ask? 9.8, especially since you ditched those stupid open toe boots," Massie said in a rush.

She loved the way the girls hung on every word she said when they were receiving their ratings. They looked at her as if she were perfect and all knowing. As if every single word that came from her mouth was the word of an expert who knew exactly what she was talking about. Which she did. But it was nice to know that she was appreciated.

"What about me?" Massie asked, placing her hands on her hips and beaming at her friends.

"9.9," The all said in unison.

"You girls are the best!" Massie gushed returning her hand to the handle of the door and preparing to open it.

"What about me?" A soft voice asked from the trunk.

All four heads of the Pretty Committee turned towards the blonde haired girl seated there in unison, eyes widening in shock and disbelief as their perfectly plucked eyebrows rose in amazement. Their glossed lips parted in wonder as to what she could be talking about.

"I'm sorry, but what about you?" Alicia asked with a faux-sweetness tinting her voice.

Massie was very fond of her friends. She didn't even have to be a bitch to Claire. They were doing it for her, which meant Claire's social life at Westchester would be ruined in no time and her mother couldn't yell at her.

It wasn't that Massie hated Claire. It was just that Claire was a little too cute and a little too sweet. She was too nice and too immature. And the mere fact that her mother was trying to force the blonde upon her sickened her. She hated to be told who she had to be friends with. Massie could make her own decisions. Besides, she and her friends had worked hard to get where they were and she was sure none of them would want some girl waltzing in from Orlando and just getting handed a spot in the PC.

The other students at OCD would revolt if that happened.

Girls had been bribing the Pretty Committee for years in order to eat lunch at the pivoted Table 18 for years. The year that they decided to have an opening, girls had begged and pleaded for a chance to be friends with them.

People turned on the friends they'd had since kindergarden because they figured being a part of the infamous Pretty Committee and getting to say that you went to Massie Block's sleepovers every Friday night made you cool. They thought that going to parties with Dylan Marvil's mother and all the celebrities she knew made them a little bit famous as well. They wanted to brag about studying with Kristen Gregory and getting make-overs and shopping trips with Alicia Rivera. And they all wanted to be able to claim that they knew the gossip before everybody else.

But it would never happen and it never had.

Massie, Alicia, Kristen and Dylan needed one another and they worked together because of that. They clicked, and that was why they were what they were. Each of them had something that the other three lacked. Something that they needed. That was why they had to be friends, because being united as a foursome made them whole.

And everybody wanted to be full.

"Don't I need a rating?" Claire asked, bringing her hands to her lips.

Oh god, she was a nail biter? That made it even worse. Massie could handle Alicia's nervous habit of bouncing her leg repeatedly and Dylan's nervous eating habits. She didn't even mind Kristen repeatedly braiding the same section of her hair over and over again when she was nervous. She herself had a tendency to scrape off her lipgloss whenever she got nervous.

But if there was one thing she couldn't stand, it was girls who bit their nails. Especially if they painted their nails. It was just disgusting to watch and it made your hands look horrible. Besides, it was bad hygiene!

"No," Dylan said, raising a perfectly manicured hand (pale pink with silver sparkles for the usual white french tip) to her mouth to hide her snickering giggles.

"You don't," Kristen rolled her eyes, examining her navy nails with the golden diagonal stripe across them-she and the entire soccer team had gotten them done together for some team bonding experience.

"Not even a little bit," Alicia said, flashing her own manicure with the orange ombre gel polish.

"Only the Pretty Committee requires a rating. You're not a member of the Pretty Committee," Massie smirked as she snuck a sneak peak down at her manicure. She had a sheer shade of pink on her nails-a gel coat, of course-with a darker purple acting as the french tip with sparkled over that. Purple was, of course, her signature color.

"Oh...um, okay," Claire whispered.

But Massie was already opening the car door and slipping onto the ground. Alicia followed almost immediately behind her, before Dylan and then Kristen joined her on the ground. As soon as Kristen was on the ground, Massie slammed the door shut 'accidently' forgetting that Claire still needed to get out of the Range Rover as well.

"Let's go," She beamed, nodding.

Almost immediately, Alicia took to her side and Dylan stood besides her, Kristen next to Alicia. And then they made their way towards the school, smirking in unison at the fact that everybody made room for them to walk.