What Doesn't Kill You
A Clique Fan Fiction
Chapter 2
I came to win, to fight, to conquer, to thrive
I came to win, to survive, to prosper, to rise
To fly-to fly
I used to think that I could not go on
I wish today it would rain all day
Maybe that will kinda make the pain go away
Dylan Marvil was the alpha of the century. Nobody could take that away from her. She rose from ashes. She'd shed her baby fat and had made her fiery red hair so pin straight, so frizz free, so flawless, that everyone envied it. Her emerald green eyes needed no work and her face was flawless. Her skin was like porcelien. She was a red haired Snow White.
She turned to the side to admire her outfit for the first day of school. The green, square neck silky tank top was gorgeous and made her brighter than ever. She'd paired it with black balloon-leg short shorts and black high heeled knee high boots. Dylan was a typical uptown girl. She was classy and loved living in her white bread world, no matter how blinded it made her. She wasn't Massie, who had gotten tired of everything being perfect and all of her high class toys. The presents she'd receive from the typical city boys had sickened her. Dylan loved it. She wanted it. And she didn't have that with Derrick. But she hated it. She grabbed her purse and started towards her fire red mercedes. She smirked at her sisters-two total failures in every way possible-as she passed them. They made a face back at her but Dylan didn't care. She'd beaten Alicia Rivera as the hottest girl in school. She'd ruined the Pretty Committee's picture perfect little clique and turned it into what she wanted it to be. She and her friends were the girls everybody wanted or wanted to be.
Dylan was the leader, because neither of them would know what to do if it wasn't for her. She'd watched Massie carefully and she'd learned from the very best. It was stupid of Massie to place Alicia as the alpha in her absence. So Dylan had made some staffing changes, taking the liberty upon herself. So what if it would piss Massie off? She wasn't there and she wouldn't be coming back. But, a part of Dylan dreaded how Massie would react to knowing her last command had been disobeyed when Dylan had followed every other command so perfectly.
Dylan had always been loyal to Massie, never questioning her. Until Derrington had shown an interest to her. Then she'd started to rebel. Dating him while Massie still held claim to him had been her first act of traitorship. Her final act-her goodbye scene to her friendship with Massie-had been destroying the PC she'd left behind without looking back. Dylan knew things were better now. Alicia and Kristen's fashion sense had gone completely down hill and Olivia and Claire were perfect popular assets. Dylan was just a bitchier Massie. Everyone said so. So life was-
Over. Dylan was positive of that as soon as the purple limo sped past her house.
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Paint their own pictures, then they crop me in
But I will remain where the top begins
Sometimes silence can seem so loud
Cause I am not a word, I'm not a line
I am not a girl that can ever be defined
I hear the critism loud and clear
Claire Lyons was happier than she'd ever been. But only on the outside. On the outside her blue eyes sparkled with constant laughter and her lips formed an eternal smile. Her blonde hair was always perfect and neat. Her skin glowed. She was always well put together. But she wasn't like that on the inside. On the inside she was falling apart. Her heart was torn to pieces and there was nothing to be happy about. Her laughter and every single smile was forced and fake. Completely fake. And nobody cared about her enough to realize it. Nobody cared about her. Nobody even bothered to ask her if she was okay. Because she did such a good job of playing pretend and lying about everything when they did get concerned.
She sighed as she smoothed her dark blue pencil mini skirt. She adjusted the cropped white button down shirt she wore and slid on her silver flats. She grabbed her purse and shook her head at the time. She was going to be late. If she didn't hurry, Dylan would leave her and she'd bee forced to walk. Nothing was worse than walking to school. Especially in this outfit. And if she was walking, there was no time to change. Anyways, she'd pre-approved this outfit with Dylan's opinion the night before. Dylan would murder her if she showed up at school in anything else. She might not blend well with the other PC members, and they had to look like a perfect set of Barbies. Each one of them had to look like the belonged. That was why they worked hard to preview outfits before school and buy make-up and accesories together.
Claire sped up a little as she walked from her room, through the hall way and down the stairs. As long as she didn't pass Todd, everything should be fine. Todd was obnoxious and would do anything to get the golden ticket to hang out with the PC and the only boys worth befriending or dating at OCD. Of course, the boy Claire was in love with wasn't one of these options. Dylan banned artsy types. She banned everyone except the three-sometimes four-who chose to be around the PC but only Claire understood that. Dylan liked to believe she was like Massie, but it was clear to everyone that she was a fraud. Massie was the only alpha OCD could ever have.
"Hey Claire, guess what Cam just text me?" Todd asked from his spot in the kitchen as Claire tried to hurry towards the door.
"What?" She sighed, pausing with her hand on the door knob. It involved Cam and that made it important.
"A purple limo just drove past his house. With purple tinted windows. On its way to BOCD. And he could see three gorgeous girls with their heads out of the sunroof, singing along to country music. One of them just so happened to be-"Todd was cut off by Dylan's impatient horn. Claire threw open the door and hurried towards the car. The gossip had been important, but it wasn't worth walking. Dylan would have to find out about it when Claire learned if it was true.
"Massie's back," Dylan declaired. Or not.
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Me, me, me against them
Me against enemies, me against friends
Somehow they both seem to become one
A sea full of sharks and they all smell blood
They start coming and I start rising
Must be surprisng, I'm just surmising
Olivia Ryan had had five enemies in the world at one point in time. Each of them had been a member of the Pretty Committee at sometime during Massie's reign as queen. Now, she only had to worry about three of them. Two of them were her new "best friends" but Olivia had only ever agreed to that because she needed allies and she needed to keep her enemies closer than anyone. She wasn't a dumb blonde anymore. Her eyes were the window to her soul and it showed how determined she was to prove that to the world. She wasn't stupid. She was street smart. That was the only smart she was. But she was not stupid.
She smoothed out her brownish-silver dress with one shoulder-the other shoulder dangled towards her elbow. The dress fell to her mid thigh and she wore it with bronze strappy heels. It fight in with Dylan's "uptown" theme very well. Dylan was obsessed with BOCD seeing how classy the PC was compared to Alicia and Kristen's country style. Olivia rolled her eyes. Dylan only liked Olivia because she no longer liked Alicia and Kristen. Olivia was a pretty face who would obey Dylan's any command. That made her friendship appealing to Dylan. Olivia knew it wasn't a true friendship...not at first anyways. Now, it was building. The honestly did like each other, but they were both still waiting for the other to stab them in the back. Claire was the only middle ground. Claire, as ironic as it was, was what made them have fun. They needed to distract her-get her to keep forcing and faking those smiles and that laughter. Real friends would try and make Claire feel better for real, but Dylan and Olivia needed her happiness for their image. THey didn't have time to mend her or fix her problems.
Olivia sighed as the Mercedes pulled into her driveway. It was the beginning of another year. Maybe things would get a little bit more real this time. She hurried towards Dylan's care and slid into the backseat. Dylan and Claire each had a grim expression on their face. On Claire, it was typical. On Dylan, it was new.
"What's wrong?" Olivia asked, sure it was something about her.
"Massie's back," Claire said.
"And that means things are about to get interesting." Dylan glared as she reeved out of the driveway and sped towards school. She needed to get there fast and Olivia knew why. Damage control.