Massie's Range Rover

Monday, September 21st

7:36 A.M.

The Pretty Committee was situated in the back of the Range Rover. Strangely, no one was talking, so Massie had to entertain herself with observing her friends outfits.

Alicia looked as model-esque as ever in a simple white Ralph Lauren Polo, a True Religion dark denim distressed miniskirt, and a pair of pink Marc Jacobs Mouse Flats.

Dylan was preoccupying herself with reorganizing her purse, now free of the usual four or five Luna bars and the soy crisp crumbs at the bottom. Dylan was now a size two, and even Massie had to admit that she looked ah-mazing. She was wearing a black Splendid tank top with a pair of dark denim MEK jeans, her shoes were pointy toed, zebra print Dolce heels.

Kristen was flipping through her notebook reviewing notes over the Civil War, Massie rolled her eyes. Kristen was wearing a halter-top, navy dress from Hollister and a pair of leather J Crew flip flops. Massie sighed, Kristen looked cute enough, but her lack of designer clothing made Massie cringe.

"Oh my gawd,", it was Alicia who finally broke the silence. "Ten gossip points?" She silently teased the other girls by holding her iPhone up and scrolling through a text message convo. Massie silently raised an eyebrow and snatched Alicia's phone.

"A new student?" Massie sarcastically remarked after expertly weeding out the gossip from the messages. "Why would that matter to us?" She scrutinized Alicia, wondering what the real story was.

"Well," Alicia started, "Have you ever heard of James and Elizabeth Baisley?" The entire Pretty Committee nodded their heads. James Baisley was one of the hottest movie producers in Hollywood, and Elizabeth Baisley was his stunning wife. She was an Academy Award winning actress. "Their family recently moved to Westchester, and their daughter is supposed to start school at BOCD today."

Massie thought silently to herself, she had seen plenty of articles devoted to the famous couple, and a few devoted to their daughter Elle Baisley. The articles all questioned whether Elle would follow in her mother or father's footsteps.

"And?" Massie asked once more, she hated feeling like she was missing something.

"She's obviously going to be a threat." Massie was shocked to hear that Kristen had comprehended what Alicia was trying to say before she had.

"Do you aw-nestly think that I'm worried about her?" Massie asked while casually slipping her hair over her shoulder.

A chorus of "no's" filled the Range Rover. Massie smiled sweetly and then turned her attention to her YSL compact. She silently wondered if this girl would be a threat, Elle was practically famous in her own right. When Massie looked up from her perfect reflection, she noticed that they were pulling into the BOCD parking lot.

BOCD

BOCD's Auditorium

8:04 A.M.

After a morning of greeting Blisters and barely acknowledging LBR's the Pretty Committee was ready for their traditional late walk into the BOCD morning assembly.

"We're walking in to 'Good Girls Go Bad' by Cobra Starship, start at the chorus." Massie ordered.

The Pretty Committee held their heads high, and sauntered in with the walk able to compete with the best of supermodels. The entire auditorium turned to look at them as they walked in, envy was practically dripping from the girl's manicured fingers. As for the boys? They were in awe, of course. Massie gave a slight smile to the soccer boys as the Pretty Committee seated themselves in the row in front of them.

Principal Burns glared at the Pretty Committee as Massie put on her best fake-sweet voice, the one she rehearsed for moments like this. "I'm soooo sorry Principal Burns, we just couldn't manage to fit your lecture into our busy schedules." As predicted the crowd burst into laughter as the bird-like woman turned an even darker shade of red.

Massie felt a tap on her shoulder, when she turned to shake off the person, she met Derrington's ah-dorable brown eyes. "Nice one, Block." he slightly smiled as he said his nickname for Massie. Massie could only smile back, Derrington hadn't talked to her in weeks. Just as the alpha turned back around she heard the back door of the auditorium open. No one ever showed up later than the Pretty Committee, she turned to glare at the newcomer.

Elle Baisley was gracefully entering the auditorium, with all eyes on her. An upperclassman was holding the door open for her, and another was carrying her school books, schedule and other supplies.

"Senior Boys?!" Massie frantically asked herself. How could any one her age have two HART upperclassmen following her around like puppy dogs?

Massie had to admit, Elle was extremely gorgeous. She had long blonde perfectly constructed bed head waves, beautiful green eyes, and stunning features. Her pale pink lips parted softly as she thanked one of the boys with a parting kiss on the cheek. Massie was shocked.

Elle was wearing a shrunken leather jacket, most likely custom fitted, over the same white, flowy Alice and Olivia dress very similar to the dress Massie was wearing. She shoes were a pair of dark purple Prada heels. Her purse was a teal Prada bag, and it was slung fabulously, yet carelessly over Elle's shoulder. Almost like the perfect accentuation of her teal-stoned rings was by accident. In one hand Elle had a Venti drink from Starbucks, in the other she held a pair of light yellow Juicy Couture sunglasses. She looked like a rock star, and not the 'I could care less about the way I look" more ike the fabulous kind.

Elle Baisley slowly made her way up the aisle of the auditorium as Principal Burns proudly introduced BOCD's newest student. Massie watched with uncontrollable envy, how did Elle make it look so easy? Why hadn't anyone looked at the Pretty Committee in over a minute? And why were the soccer boys punching each other and laughing?

Then, Massie heard all that it took for the new girl to deserve a slow, painful social death. Among the applause, Massie heard Derrington admiring say, "Wow, she's the most beautiful person I've ever laid eyes on."

The Pretty Committee gasped, they all turned toward Massie. Their beloved alpha muttered four of the most fatal words in any alpha's vocabulary. "She's dead to me."