A/N: Yay, you guys listened! Ahaaa. My story got some reviews, so I'll continue on. I heart you!

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A loud double honk from outside made Massie jump. She brushed away a chocolatey brown lock of silky smooth hair, then shuffle-ran to one of her many windows. She leaned on her thin wrists, pressing her face close to the glass. Outside, she could just see the end of Alicia's black limo parked in the front driveway. Massie air clapped and squealed to herself before running to her three full length mirrors. Grinning at her reflection, she sighed happily. Even on weekend comfy days, she was still a total 10.

Quickly fluffing out her Splendid rhinestone tee and straightening her casual torn-to-shreds-on-purpose ink black jeans, Massie threw on a pair of pink Ugg boots and whirled around. Her entire Glossip Girl collection was lined up on a shelf, displaying all the various flavors and colors in the order they arrived. Massie strode over to the gallery, tapping her chin thoughtfully. She thought Bitter Sweet Apple fit the occasion best, and grabbed at the tube. She slathered the redish pink mixture on her lips, adding a special dollop to her lower lip's center. Looking back to the mirror, she smiled. She was ready.

Massie bounded out of the room, letting her content stride bounce her waves into a messy chic style that seemed appropriate for a Bumble & Bumble ad. She swooped down the stair case and was at the door seconds after it rang. Massie grabbed the handle, but didn't move it. Instead, she glanced over her shoulder as saw her mom looking at her watch confusedly. A low giggle came from Massie's smirking lips.

"I thought the Lyons weren't coming until 6:30... It's only noon." Kendra shook her head, peeking up at her daughter. The mischievous grin plastered on her face told Kendra everything she needed to know.

"You said I couldn't go out," Massie reminded her smartly, "but you didn't say no one could come in." She raised her nose in the air and twirled back around. Twisting the crystal handle, she opened the door wide.

"Holaaa!" Alicia chirped, opening her arms for a big hug. The raven-haired beauty was just as gorgeous at ever, her exotic looks making her look like a sultry model for Victoria Secret. Which, she could easily have booked, if she weren't only 13 years old.

Massie was so elated to see Alicia on the other side instead of Claire, she forgot to roll her eyes at Alicia's Fannish (Fake Spanish) accent. She simply lifted onto her toes and threw her stick thin arms around her. While her face was hidden in Alicia's raspberry smelling hair, Massie saw another vehicle pull up. There was no mistaking the fiery red curls that came spilling out a few moment later.

"Dylan!" Massie parted from the tanned body she was hugging and waved to her friend. Dylan leapt out of the luxury car, brilliant green eyes shining and even more brilliant red hair springing. Soon following her was Kristen, a smart-looking blonde with stunning features.

"Kris!" Alicia called, looking over her shoulder. She turned around and lunged into the massive group hug of besties.

"Guys, I need to tell you something," Massie said, her stern voice instantly putting and end to the giddy huddle. Everyone pulled back and stared into Massie's glowering amber eyes. The brunette looked inside the doorway and saw her mother listening in casually. Massie rolled her eyes. "Let's go to my room."

Massie led the way up to the iPad. Each time one of the girl's heels stabbed into the hardwood stairs, she smiled. Shows her mom right for trying to control her life. When she reached the top of the stairs, she turned on her heel, leaving an especially deep dent in the wood. Just for you, Mom, she thought, before stepping into her room and slamming the door shut.

Almost immediately, the girls had fanned out. Kristen bounce-walked over to Massie's bed and gripped the tall beam that held her canopy. She began stretching out her hamstrings, bending her legs in ways only circus performers can do. Alicia found herself a comfy spot on the bed, and settled into the comforter for warmth. She was still eyeing Massie, eagerly waiting for some gossip that she could spread on the first day of school. Dylan helped herself to a couple of dark chocolate M&M's Massie had in a glass bowl. When each girl settled, Massie paced in front of them.

"The piece of gossip that I'll be sharing with you is going to effect our lives majorly." Massie started, facing her soldiers with a brave face. "For the worse."

"How many gossip points is it worth?" Alicia piped up, running her fingers through her impossibly glossy, dark hair. She loved gossip. She lived for it, and breathed for it. But mostly, she spread it.

"None, because this is more of a crisis situation that needs dealing with. As in, control, alt, and delete." She answered, pacing again. She walked with a hand on her hip, trying to appear calm in front of her girls. But suddenly, she wasn't so sure. Was she right to have brought the PC over to meet the incoming LBRs? What if they sensed a downfall in Massie's popularity coming, and ditched her? Massie glanced over at the girls, peeking through the curtain of glossy hair.

No, she answered herself. I am an Alpha. I live for these types of power struggles. I can do this!

Massie stopped short, and faced her army. A sudden fire erupted behind her eyes.

"An entire family of LBRs are coming to live in the guesthouse for the next year." Massie said confidently. She gave extreme eye contact with all three of her best friends, silently urging them to keep their mouths shut until she was done. "The girl, Claire, is going to my school. If she's as much of a loser as her father is, she is going to be clingy. And clingy lame-os simply will not fly for our 8th grade year." She glared at the wall clock across the room, watching with fury as the minutes to the arrival of the Lyons family ticked nearer. "I have a plan. One day of embarrassment, courtesy the PC, should be enough to run her right out of school."

"What do you have planned?" Dylan asked, popping a red M&M in her mouth. The firm agreement in her voice gave the Massie the confidence she needed. Her girls would stand by her no matter what. She was the ultimate Alpha… everyone knew that.

"Well," Massie grinned, "I figured an "accidental" push in the pool would be fine." She giggled into her palm, and brightened when the PC laughed along with her. Why was she so nervous before? Massie flipped her hair. She ruled this town.

"Or maybe some red paint on her pants in art class? Talk about first period." Kristen suggested, cackling her infamous, phlegm-y laugh. The PC giggled along with her.

"How about some acid in chemistry that just happens to burn through her shirt, exposing her bra to everyone in class?" Alicia raised her eyes to the ceiling, pulling a fake "oopsie" face. Massie rolled her eyes humorously.

"If she even wears a bra!" Dylan laugh-smacked her knee.

"Flat chested!" Alicia sang.

The hours flew by as Massie tapped prank ideas into her PalmPilot. While Alicia, Dylan, and Kristen babbled about dumping apple sauce on Claire, Massie peeked in the mirror. She looked good. Great, in fact. She pushed aside some hair and winked. She was SO ready to make the Lyons put lions to shame.

A/N: Sorry, this is a bit more of a filler chapter. Kind of suspenseful, huh? Waiting for this "LBR" to come… when little do they know, this LBR makes Massie look like the loser! Anyways, THANKS SO MUCH FOR THE REVIEWS. My goal before continuing the story this time is 5 reviews. Can you guys do that for me? Thank youuuuu. I heart you!