Disclaimer: I don't own the clique or any of its main characters.

Author's Note: Okay, okay, I've decided to go for MELBOURNE, AUSTRALIA! Thank you, XxTeAmBeLlAtRiXxX! Okay, okay, okay, I confess that I haven't uploaded for a long time now, sorry! I was busy making elite aristocratic families from the reviews I have gotten. XD Till then, THANK YOU FOR REVIEWING! AND DON'T FORGET TO COUNT HOW MANY TIMES MASSIE SAID 'OH-GAWD'!

-Block Estate-

"I hate you!"

"MASSIE!" barked Mrs. Block," You and your brother will stay with your grandfather in AUSTRALIA whether you like it or not!"

"I thought Grandpa Max lived in the boarding school he owned..?" Chris asked.

"You and Massie will stay in the boarding school with your grandfather. Don't worry, IT'S ONLY GOING TO BE FOR TWO WEEKS!" said Mr. Block.

"Fine, but after that, me and the PC are headed to Jamaica. The End." Massie said.

"Okay then, let's pack." Chris said.

"And the school's private jet will pick you up." The maid said.

Inside the plane

"Woah, talk about an entire classroom of upper-class kids." Chris said as everyone shot looks at them. Massie even took a second glance at the Jimmy Choo's the girls were wearing.

"Ah, Christopher and Massie Block, first-class, right this way." The flight attendant smiled brightly.

'Thank god." Massie thought when they entered the empty part of the plane.

"Relax, Mass. Hopefully nobody else sits there." Chris pointed to 2 empty seats.

Massie's P.O.V :

"Whoever it is, best not make it a cute boy." I thought.

"Oh gawd."

So typically, a drop-dead gorgeous blonde boy saunters into the room, wearing a tuxedo, using the latest perfume, and sits next to me while winking (which Chris has no problem with).

"Hi, I'm Christian Brooklyn."

"I'm Massie Block." I said, shaking his Calvin-Klein scented hands.

I side glanced at Chris, but all I saw was an arrogant smirk.

I have dated one of the most good-looking people but nobody can come across Tony. Well, except the guy walking into the room right now. OH GAWD!

"Hey there. The name's Michael." He said, shaking Chris and my hand.

Now that, is what I call a cuh-ute boy. Briarwood is official OUT!

"So how come I have never seen you two before?" Michael asks with an Italian accent.

"Because we are visiting our grandfather, the principle." I said.

"Headmaster Max? Oh, well then, I guess we can all be friends then." Christian said as Michael smacked his shoulder.

"Aren't we actually all friends here?" I ask.

"Well, as Alphas' of the school, we are picky on who our friends are." Michael said.

"Yeah, we don't usually make decisions without Jonathan." Christian piped in.

"Who's Jonathan?" I ask.

"You shall see later, darling." Michael said.

Impressive, this school is literally castle-size! But I'm not talking about old, Victorian-styled castled. I'm talking about a boarding school with a mega Zen fountain beside a reception desk in the middle of the first floor. 10 bellboys and Louise Vuitton suitcases scampered in this very room.

"See you guys tomorrow, hopefully Jonathan will be there to grace everyone with his dashing appearance." Michael said while walked up to the flight of steps with Tony.

"Your room is next to mine. Come on and sleep, it's almost 10:30 p.m." Chris yawned.

Once we reached the room- OH GAWD! This room is AH-MAZING! I wonder why I didn't just go schooling here.

Without a second thought, I tied up my auburn hair, exchanged my outfit for a simple navy blouse, slid off my heels for a pair of white Gucci heels, and took my phone and jacket with me- TIME FOR EXPLORING!

'Ouch, Ouch, Ouch!" These staircases definitely made 'high-heels' a stupid word. Especially when I have to walk in the dim light with them! Such a posh school and they only put on the chandeliers during midnight.

"It is way past your bedtime." Someone said, dragging me down to a brighter in the room. Judging from the voice, it was definitely a male.

"HEY!" I yelled.

"Massie?" Michael said.

HA!

"What the hell are you doing out here?" I hissed while slapping his arm away.

"I'm a Prefect. I round the corridors with my partner. And, I'm going to have to punish you-"

"HA! You CANNOT punish ME! I'm not a student here!" I retorted.

"Let's let Jonathan decide." Then the jerk smirked.

"Johnny! We have a girl problem." Tony said to behind me.

I turned around dramatically to whip my hair at Tony's face, but instead, my delicate face hit with somebody's chest.

"Hello, sweetheart." The guy I bumped into said.

"Massie, meet Jonathan K. Black, our Head Prefect." Tony said, rubbing his face on where I whipped him at.

"Well, Jonathan, I am not a student-"

OH-GAWD!

I, Massie Block, am usually the one who make boys drool, faint, and drop to their knees. WHY ARE THE JERKS ALWAYS SO HANDSOME! Michael really meant it when he said, "Dashing appearance."

"How is it that you can make her drool but I can't?" Tony said.

"Because, my friend, I can be very charismatic when I want to and I even come from a long line of strikingly handsome ancestors." Jonathan said.

Wait, am I drooling?

"Just go back to your room. It's not safe for a lady like you to wander around here." Micheal said, sighing.

"Well, BYE!" I screamed, finally spreading from the two.

I looked down at him one more time and he winked. Ahhh… I think I'm going to dream about him.

But how did he realize I was looking back at him? Was he staring at me too?

A/N: TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO SEE NEXT!

P.S. Massie had forgotten all about DERRINGTON! Shall I bring him into Australia?

XOXO, GlitzAndGlam