hEyLo! All my beloved readers! (yes I'm known to be a suck-up. So suck it up: ) )
just need 2 drop u all this quick authors note with a quick explanation of how come it is taking me 4EVER! 2 get chapter 2. Im currently cleaning all my open ends in my life at the moment. Like I've told my friend I can't do other fics for her anymore so I can totally focus on my Clique FanFics! (and i also totally had 2 cram 4 my mid-terms)
I know total YAY! Im so excited. Anyways look for Chapter 1: How It All Began coming to a screen towards within the next 7 days!
Heart U!
EmeraldHaZeL 93
P.S. Well actually my computer won't allow me 2 upload at the moment so im adding the next chappy to my AN
So here's Chappy 1 !
HOMECOMING DRAMA
By: EmeraldHaZeL 93
Chapter 1: How It All Began
Octavian Country Day School
Back Hall Way
Right after they got back from Hollywood
"Ok girls." Massie quickly swiped her Glossip Girl wand over her lips. "We're going to enter the school to the beat 'Don't Cha Wish Your Girlfriend Was Hot Like Me?' Kay?"
"Done."
"Done."
"Done."
"And done."
"Oh and Claire," Massie looked over her shoulder. " Since your walking three steps behind us, you might want to start three beats after us too." She smirked.
Claire looked over at Alicia who, despite her attempt to cover them, was giggling loudly.
Claire looked down at the ground and concentrated on her new Keds.
"Ready?" Massie asked without waiting for an answer she started the beat under her breath. "Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?..." and they took down the hallway in perfect step leaving Claire behind.
Claire stared down the hallway at her friends who were leaving her in their wake of perfume. And she wondered if Hollywood was the right choice for her after all.
Sighing, she took down the hall after them not even worrying with any beat, no one was going to be looking at her anyways.
Massie strutted down the hallway with the adrenaline of being back pulsing through her. The students lining the halls turned their heads at the elite group made their way past them.
"It is so good to be back." Massie told Alicia out of the side of her mouth. Alicia nodded without breaking her sultry smile.
"Ohmigosh! She's back!" a voice called from somewhere in the hall.
With a proud smile on her face Massie and the rest of the Pretty Committee stopped in perfect harmony. Her public still loved her. Claire ran into Massie.
Biting back a sharp remark at Claire, Massie never stopped waving as she slipped her foot back into her shoe. Massie was too busy absorbing the attention she was getting. This was even better then she imagined. Everyone was fighting to get a better look at them.
Their beloved Alpha was back.
"Ohmigawd! You are going to love this!" Annie Mesher the captain of OCD's dance squad yelled.
Along time ago The PC had decided that Annie would make a great addition to the PC if she wasn't so obsessed with after school school practices and Abercrombie & Fitch.
Annie jumped up and pulled with all her strength on a thick rope that was hanging by the door. Massie's grin grew with the expectation of purple balloons and giant blown up photos of her face.
Annie had to call over some other girls from the dance squad to help with the rope. Once they finally managed to get it down, Massie's smile fell.She heard Claire gasp behind them.
As she expected balloons and banner fell. But instead of balloons in soft lavender and popping grape, they fell in shades of zesty lemon, and sunflower yellow. And instead of blown-up pictures of her doing the Daily Grind there were blown-up movie posters for Dial L for Losers with Claire sitting on a lunch table with a cell phone to her ear winking in a hush-don't-tell sort of look, with Connor Folley and Abby Boyd kissing in the background with Connor looking hungrily at Claire.
It was all for Kuh-laire.
Massie took deep cleansing breaths as he tried to calm the boiling rage that was growing inside of her. OCD wasn't cheering for Massie Block, the returning Alpha, but for the famous movie star, Claire Lyons.
Massie's lips had gone dry from shock and were screaming for a fresh coat of Hershey's Kisses Glossip Girl. But she didn't care, it didn't matter. No one was looking at her.
Turned around and looked at the group of students who were mobbing Claire. They were begging for autographs, wondering when she was going to act again, was Connor a good kisser- WHAT!
A fresh wave of anger swept over Massie. Didn't anyone of those LBRs see the pictures of her and Alicia in Connor's pool? And on the set everyday!? She was so angry, she didn't even notice that Layne Abley was blasting Aly & Aj's Walking On Sunshine , Claire's favorite song, from her backpack.
Massie caught Claire's eye in the middle of the crowd that was slowly taking over the hallway. Claire sent her an apologetic look as though reminding her she didn't ask for this. But Massie returned it with an ice glare. Claire's fault or not, she was being ignored for the weakest link of the Pretty Committee.
Ehmigawd! Massie thought as a new wave of panic drowned her. She was being ignored for Kuh-laire! Half of the OCD population had just seen her make a complete idiot out of herself, acting like all the excitement was in her honor. She just humiliated herself until the next decade!
No. She thought. Claire just embarrassed me, it's all her fault! But even Massie couldn't bring herself to believe it. All she knew was that she had to get out of there fast! Turning on her heel, she led the PC minus Claire, always form the scene. Leaving Kuh-laires to all her adoring fan.
Claire watched her friends leave. She shrugged and went back to signing autographs. She had seen Massie's cold gaze, and to be frank she didn't really care. It so wasn't her fault that Massie couldn't humble her self enough to act like a loser for a movie, and totally blew her big chance at Hollywood. Anyways it wasn't like Claire could actually leave to follow her friends at the moment, she was trapped in a wall of screaming fans.
After a while Claire's cheeks began to hurt from all the smiling she was doing. She hadn't evened noticed the first period bell ring.
"All right girls, break it up!" A brisk voice cut through the crowd. Principle Burns broke through the mob. Behind her Mr. Myner and the gym teacher Ms. Ritzmen were trying to restrain the crowd.
"Yes, we are all pleased to gave Miss Lyons back." Burns yelled. "But-…BUT! Miss Abely would you be so kind as to turn that music off?" Layne didn't hear her. She continued to dance around with her back pack on full blast.
Burns tried again. "Now I'm sure that you are all excited about having a star for classmate but that does not mean you can all skip class! So shoo!" She attempted to wave the crowd away.
Claire blushed. Even if it was just coming from Burns, being called a star was flattering. But it was also an unpleasant reminder to earlier that morning of Massie's sarcastic tone when she described Claire's sudden fame.
Burns signed at her failed attempt and waved over Mr. Myner and Ms. Ritzmen. Walking behind Claire they each put one hand on one of her shoulders and pushed through the crowd.
Normally Claire would be itching to snap a photo and call it "Armature Body Guards." But at the moment she was just to grateful to get away from her 'fans'.
"What's your first class Lyons?" Mr. Myner yelled over the noise.
"Mrs. Baines Spanish! Room 14!" Claire yelled.
Mr. Myner nodded. "Got it!" Then he around the hallway, and then at Ms. Ritzmen. "Um, Sandy? Where's room 14?"
Claire burst out laughing but quickly covered her giggles. Ms. Ritzmen shot her smile in assurance that she found it just as funny.
"Follow me" and she led them down to the left wing.
Massie was busy tapping her fuzzy purple pen on the spine of her notebook, pretending to pay attention to Mrs. Baines lecture on the proper use of the verb Ser, when the door opened.
Standing in the door way was Mr. Myner, Ms. Baines, and a very red faced Claire as all thirty heads turned to look at her.
Muttering a thank you to the teachers made way to her seat in the back.
"What? No tip?" Mr. Myner asked.
Claire's face turned a deep shade of cherry and began looking through her backpack.
"Um, not unless you want some lip gloss or a pack of Tic Tacs." She held one in each hand.
The whole class burst out laughing. Massie's jaw dropped. She had made jokes ten times funnier in the past, and all they've gotten was half an LOL.
"He's joking Claire." Ms. Ritzmen smiled. Claire relaxed. "Now Mr. Myner has a science class to teach, and I probably have gym full of girls on their cell phones instead of doing crunches." She waved good-bye and closed the door behind her.
Massie watched Claire slip into her seat only stop once or twice to quickly and modestly to accept compliments.
"Now that we're all here." Mrs. Baines said. "As I was saying. When using the verb Ser, when referring to yourself…"
Massie flipped open her cell phone. She held her breath as a rhinestone bounced off and prayed that Mrs. Baines wouldn't notice. She didn't. Massie looked enviously over at Claire, she could see her new Dial L for Loser phone in her pair of Gap jeans. Pushing the jealously back she began to text.
MASSIE: Hey guys. OMG x2
ALICIA: Wat up?
MASSIE: D & K here?
KRISTEN: check
DYLAN: present, wat up?
MASSIE: Kuh- laire. Jst showed up in class.
KRISTEN: 15 min. late: o
MASSIE: yup. w/ escorts.
DYLAN: like body guards?
MASSIE: yup
ALICIA: not fair: (
MASSIE: made BIG show. Talking about all the fans.
KRISTEN: omg! BIG head much?
DYLAN: totally.
ALICA: I know!
Massie grinned. Her work was done.
MASSIE: So self-centered! G2g. cya lunch.
Flipping her phone shut Massie smiled finally satisfied.
"Miss Block?"
Massie looked up and saw Mrs. Baines looming over her.
"Yes ma'am?" Massie attempted to sound innocent.
"Now that you're done with your so- important text, I'll take that phone now."
Fighting the anger bubbling in her throat Massie slowly placed her precious phone in her teachers papery palm. She shot a glare at Claire, as though blaming her for all this. Massie Block never got caught with in-class-texting. But Claire was too busy copying notes off the board.
Massie turned towards Jan Renny to make a smart comment about Mrs. Baines, but she was too busy talking to Kori…about Kuh-laire and laughing at Massie.
Massie angrily stabbed her California roll. So far her morning had sucked. She wasn't expecting her first day back to be Claire Lyons day.
When she had got to Table 18 at the beginning of lunch their had been a line for Claire, twice as long as the line for the PC's modeling pictures from back in December. Their had even been some eighth graders skipping class. Massie sent them away.
"Hey."
Massie glanced up. Claire sat down in the seat next to Kristen with a homemade lunch in a brown paper bag.
No one said hi back.
Claire didn't seem to notice as she cheerfully peeled the plastic wrap off her peanut butter and chocolate chip sandwich.
"Yo!" Strawberry yelled to Table 18 from some where around Table 30. "Stand up! We want to see what you're wearing, it was all over the hallways!"
Massie grinned as she, Alicia, Dylan, and Kristen stood up and struck model poses. Claire remained sitting. No one ever paid attention to her outfits. Finally OCD wanted Massie Block.
Suddenly Strawberry burst out laughing. "Um, we kinda meant Claire."
Massie's blood froze.
"Yeah." Libby said. "We want to see what a real star wears."
Grimacing Massie sat down with the PC following, and red-faced Claire stood up shooting Massie a I-Didn't-Ask-For-This look. Massie didn't care.
"Great outfit!" Strawberry called. "Love the Keds." Suddenly the whole Café was yelling compliments at Claire.
"E-nuff!" Massie finally yelled. "Ok! LBR hour is OVER. Everyone go away!" and she grabbed Claire's sleeve and pulled her down.
Fire swept through the Alpha. Massie knew that a civil war was about to break out in the Pretty Committee.
Massie stood in the dark abandoned hallway of OCD. It felt weird being in school alone with no one to appreciate her. Then again no one appreciated her earlier today.
She stared at on of the movie posters that were still up. Taking it down she slowly ripped it in half and watched it fall to the floor. It felt good. Claire had taken her popularity, no she was going to take something of hers.
Massie could hear footsteps coming behind her. Quickly she swiped on some Barq's Rootbeer Glossip Girl and turned around.
"Hey Massie" Cam greeted.
"Hi Cam" Massie smiled.
"What happened to that?" Cam pointed to the ripped movie poster.
"Dunno." Massie lied. She was going to have to do a lot of that tonight.
Cam reached down and picked up the two halves. "I should tape this and give it back to Claire," he said his eyes shining; "I bet she'd find that sweet."
"I wouldn't if I were you." Massie warned.
Cam looked up confused. "Why not?"
She took a deep breath and pretended to act nervous. "Claire wanted me to meet you here tonight and well…" she started twisting her hair.
"Well what?" Cam asked.
"She said…she said that she wants to break up with you." Massie said.
"W-what?" Cam whispered. "Why?"
"She's kinda going out with Connor Foley." Massie said. "They hooked up after they shot the kissing scene for Dial L for Loser."
"So she lied to me." Cam said balling his fist.
Massie nodded.
"And you tried to warn me too. She probably inpersonated you when I thought you called to say you lied about him and Claire. So just she keep me and her underwear model boyfriend."
Massie mentally smacked her self, she forgot all about that. She nodded like she regretted it too.
"I feel like a complete an idiot." Cam said hitting a random locker.
Massie secretly grinned. This was perfect. "No Cam. Don't." She said reaching out and turning his face towards her. She just realized how close she and he were. "We both were tricked."
Cam was silent for a moment. "What would you say?" he asked. "If I told you I was flattered that you used to like me?" he finally said.
"I'd say you deserved someone better then Claire" Massie said softly.
"Someone like…" Their lips met.
Massie smirked and she pulled in closer.
Claire walked down the dark hallway. She had forgotten her history homework in her locker, and her parents said that if she was going to be able to see Cam, her grades had to be up.
Claire giggled aloud. Cam. She couldn't wait for their date on Friday. He was taking her to some local pizza place she'd never been to called Slice of Heaven as welcome home date.
She turned the corner to where her locker was.
She couldn't wait to be alone with Cam. Her one true love interest. It would just be him and her-.
Claire stopped cold. She suddenly felt the space around her shrinking, she couldn't breath. A boulder dropped from her throat to her stomach, her throat burned and streams of tears pushed out from behind her eyes.
She saw. Cam, her Cam. Massie, her bestfriend. Kissing.
Feeling disconnected from her body she stalked over to them without registering what she was doing. She felt the last string in her cut.
Claire reached the couple. She shoved Cam away from Massie. Hard. And she slapped him across the face. What had she done to deserve this?
"How could you!" She screamed at both of them. Baffled, Cam just stood there touching where she had slapped him
Claire turned away and took off down the hall, her Keds pounding against the floor.
"Hey! We're over!" He yelled after her, even though it came out more like an accusation to Claire. Claire ran harder, now desperate to get away, tars staining her cheeks, forgetting all about her homework. That was it, she had made her decision.
She flung open the door to her mom's Honda.
"Mom!" she cried. "Call Talent Farm and tell them that I'll be in LA in five hours."
"Honey, what-"
"Please." Claire
Judi took one look at Claire face and asked no more questions. Instead she flipped open her cell phone and dialed the number.
Exactly one hour later Claire was alone on the supple smooth seats of a long black stretch limo with a U-Haul moving truck following behind her on her way to the New York City air port where the agency's privet jet was waiting.
She was alone. She was still in Westchester, where she had no neighbors, no friends, and no boyfriend.
Rolling up her window she blasted Walking on Sunshine and allowed the thoughts of becoming a famous movie star on a gorgeous west-coast beach, on the other side of the country, wash over her.
"Cya, Westchester." She sniffled. "I'm moving on."
Well here it is guys! Sorry it took so darn long. I am the worst typer! You know how thay make you take that typing course for a week in like second grade. Well I was actually sick with the flu that week. I know call me crazy for still remembering that!
Anyways. Hope you heart it. O! BTW feel free to check me on my Clique spelling and info. And do any of you know what Claire's agents name is?
Next Chapter: Say Hello Massie!
Heart you,
EmeraldHaZeL 93