Disclaimer: I do not own The Clique or anything else affiliated with anyone else. I just own my characters and plot.
A/N: It turns out that Griffin's last name is Hastings or something, so just take the 'Alexander' as his middle name, alright? : P Danke! (Thank you in Dutch, I think)
The Block Estate
Massie's Room
3:51
"Can you believe those thieves?" Alicia asked furiously.
She and the rest of the committee were lying on Massie's uncharacteristically long and wide bed.
"I prefer Mari to that Amarilis whatever," Massie said.
"Is it because Derrington told her that she has pretty eyes and he's never done the same to you?"
"Point." Alicia drew an imaginary tally in the air.
"No. Mari just seems cooler than Amarilis."
"Or because he blushed when she complimented him, and he never does that for you?" Kristen and Claire asked in unison.
"Double point." Alicia drew another tally in the air.
Massie glared at them before hopping off her bed and heading to her closet. She pulled out two outfits and held them up for the rest of the committee to assess. The first outfit was a knee-length pink dress with a matching hair tie and bracelet. The second outfit was a Navy Blue Dot knee-length Gemma dress with a matching necklace.
"Rate them."
"9.7, 9.8," Kristen said.
"9.9, 9.8," Alicia said.
"9.6, 9.7," Dylan said.
"9.9, 9.9," Claire said.
"Second one it is," Massie decided.
Massie out the outfits back in her closet and headed over to her Windows 8 Lenovo laptop. The four other girls grabbed chairs and sat around her. She booted it up and logged into her Skype.
"Do you guys want to talk to our guys?"
"Shoosh yeah!" was the enthusiastic reply.
Derrington was online, so she sent him a video chat request. He accepted it. Massie smoothed her already smoothed hair, and soon, Derrington's handsome face filled up her screen.
"Hi," she said.
"Hey." He pushed his overgrown hair out of his eyes.
"Give us a chance to talk to our girls," Kemp joked. He, Griffin and Josh were standing behind Derrington. "Hey, Dylan."
"Hi, Kemp." She smiled flirtatiously.
"Where's Cam?" Claire asked.
"He's at home," Josh replied. "Um, hey, Alicia."
"Hiya Joshy."
While everyone was talking to everyone, no one noticed Claire slip out of the room, holding her laptop. She went to the downstairs bathroom and locked herself in. She logged into her IM, and thankfully, Cam was online.
CLyons: Hi!
CamFish: Hey! Hru?
CLyons: Good, wbu?
CamFish: Good, just annoyed that the entire ride home, all D could talk about was Amarilis this and Amarilis that.
CLyons: What did he say?
CamFish: He kept on saying how pretty she and her eyes are, and all that chizz.
CLyons: Well, M better not find out kuz she is j.
CamFish: Ooh, already? This ought to be good.
CLyons: Do not tell him that she is j. Prom.
CamFish: Fine, I prom. Absolutely. G2g, ttyl. Love you.
CLyons: Love you too.
Cam logged out of his IM and threw himself onto his bed. He hated lying to Claire. He loved her, he really did, but he loved someone more. This someone was someone he had met about three years ago. They hit it off and began dating. However, he completely forgot he was dating Claire, and he could not bring himself to tell her the truth. He grabbed his tablet and logged into his second IM. Thankfully, she was online.
SKHeart: Hey. Miss you 3
AfroBrit: Miss you too, love. 3
SKHeart: I hate lying to her. It's killing me, y'know?
AfroBrit: I know how you feel. Totes. Just give it time. But you can do it in priv8, so you don't disgrace her, yeah?
SKHeart: True. G2g, mom's home. Love you. 3
AfroBrit: Love you, too. 3
Mira Fisher noticed that there was something wrong with her seventeen-year-old son. Ever since his father died, he was all she had left.
"Cam, honey, what's wrong? Your green eye has turned blue."
"Mom, I'm lying to a very close friend. But, if I tell my friend the truth, I'm positive I'll only hurt them more than the lies."
"Well, sweetie, you could, for instance, sing a song to the person or write a poem to the person, expressing how you feel or expressing the truth in it. You do not necessarily have to blurt out the truth to the person. Just do it in a way that will make the person feel a bit okay."
"That's brilliant, mom! Thank you!"
He rushed upstairs to his room to do who knows what.
"Wait!" Mira called after him. "You forgot to help me put away the groceries."
"I love you, mom!"
She laughed quietly to herself as she began to put the groceries away herself. He reminded her so much of his father, it just did not make sense.
Current State of the Union
IN
AfroBrit
Skype
Lies
OUT
CLyons
IM
Truth