Disclaimer: I don't own the Clique, IHOP, or soft beverages

Disclaimer: I don't own the Clique, IHOP, or soft beverages.

Disclaimer: I am posting this story for my bestie, Darling JuJu

International House of Pancakes

Private Room

November 17th

9:49 P.M.

"Bring it OVER!" Chris Abeley licked his lips and banged his fork on the table.

Cookie Olsen, their waitress, sauntered over with a tray of drinks.

"Chris, they're only drinks," Claire Lyons arched a pale blonde eyebrow and playfully rolled her blue eyes.

Massie Block rolled her amber eyes seriously and continued filing her nails and mumbling to herself.

"WAH!" Derrick Harrington wailed once more and banged his fist against his wooden tray.

Cookie pasted a file on her pale face and placed the drinks in front of their appropriate owners and cleared her throat.

"An Oreo milkshake for you," she placed the frothy, milky drink in front of Cam Fisher's glowing bicolored eyes.

"A strawberry limeade for you," she gave the sugary drink to Claire, who hopped up and down in her seat.

"Three Diet Cokes," she gave one to Alicia Rivera, Kristen Gregory, and Olivia Ryan, who smirked happily and daintily sipped at the sugar-free beverage.

"A, um, Sunny D," Cookie concealed a smile as she handed Derrick the tiny orange-flavored bottle.

"WHERE'S MY KIDDIE CUP?" He roared, tears streaming down his cheeks as he bellowed over and over.

Cookie whipped a tiny cup with a dinosaur on it and a straw out of her pocket and poured the citrus-y drink into it.

Derrick reluctantly began to drink.

"A Mountain Dew." Cookie handed Chris Abeley the limey drink and the other boys began sniggering loudly.

"A pineapple-mango exotic drink with a splash of strawberry," she handed the special drink to Chris Plovert.

"Where's my Perrier infused with tropical kiwi accents?" Massie demanded, her amber eyes lighting up in a total horror-movie way.

"Um, we don't have any P-P-Perrier. But we can offer you the drink of the day," Cookie shook all over.

"Don't be afraid of her," Alicia waved a hand in the air and was rewarded by a glare from Massie.

"Do you want to be kicked out of the Pretty Committee, Rivera?" Massie threatened, pushing her sleeves up.

Olivia snorted. "You're going to fight Massie?" She stared at the alpha and shook her head slowly.

"YES. I AM!" Massie kicked her purple Jimmy Choos off and held her tiny fists in the air.

Everyone shook their heads and snickered into their drinks while they watched the two hottest girls in high school battle.

"What happens if I win?" Alicia removed her earrings calmly.

"I'll drink the special of the day." Massie growled, hopping up and down Rocky-style.

Everyone clearly thought the alpha had gone psycho by this point and panic-glared at Derrick.

He, meanwhile, was chanting the ABCs and sticking a silver spoon into his mouth, giggling.

"A, M, B, H, J, U , P!" He rehearsed the first line, and Cam sent Josh Hotz a disgusted look.

"This is who our alpha is?" Cam demanded, urging the B5 to come closer and whisper.

"I dunno." Plovert stated, watching as Massie spat curse words out her throat and finally gasped.

"And if I win, what happens, Uh-Leesh-Uh?" Massie hissed loudly, shoving Alicia.

"You get to keep my new Prada bag," Alicia shot back. "So you can sell it and get yourself a decent wardrobe."

"WAAHHHHH!" Derrick screamed from the kiddie chair, knocking his uncovered Sunny D all over Claire's new Gap sweatshirt.

"HEY! " Claire rammed the chair, toppling it sideways.

Derrick frantically tried to wriggle out, but found himself to be stuck. He squirmed and began sobbing.

"NO!" Olivia shrieked as one espadrille touched the orange concoction.

"It's all your fault!" She wailed loudly, hitting Claire with Josh's black umbrella.

"GUYS!" Cookie pleaded, settling the spat between Claire, Olivia, and Derrick.

Derrick was thrown back into his kiddie chair, Claire pulled her sweatshirt off, fuming in her navy Gap tee, and Olivia pulled a change of shoes from her bag.

"You keep shoes in your bag?" Josh asked, his eyes widening as she laced her coffee-colored Coach sneakers up.

"Duh, Joshua," she flipped her blonde hair and continued tying the laces.

"So wait, who won the fight?" Kristen clarified.

Olivia yanked a spare Bic pen from her purse and poised the tip above her palm, arching an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah." The two besties said in unison.

Alicia took one elegantly done finger and shoved Massie's shoulder gently with it. After fidgeting for three seconds, Massie collapsed onto the floor, weeping like a baby.

Derrick joined in until it sounded like a band of crying babies united to destroy everyone's patience and hearing.

"Then you'll take the special of the day?" Cookie chirped brightly.

Massie's amber eyes suddenly stopped tearing and narrowed her eyes, slowly and bitterly nodding twice.

"Perfect!" Cookie squealed and rushed off to the kitchen.

Cam put his toned arm across Alicia's shoulders. "Can I ask what the hell that was?"

Claire opened her mouth, closed it, and shrugged her narrow shoulders in a 'I don't know' way, biting her bottom lip.

"Let's just try to eat in peace," Alicia put her large hoops back on and stared lovingly into Cam's eyes.

"Let's." Josh concurred firmly, grabbing Derrington's diaper bag from under the floor and jamming a blue pacifier into the blonde's mouth.

Derrick spit out the rubbery toy and began wailing once more.

"Shut up," Chris Abeley rolled his blue eyes and began making goo-goo eyes at his beloved Clairebear.

"Here you go, Miss," Cookie smiled brightly again.

Massie raised her puffy eyes to Alicia, who smirked smugly.

"Do I have to drink this bull?" Massie stared at the solution as if it was a Polyjuice potion.

"Oh, yeah." Everyone answered for the Spanish beauty and then watched as the brunette alpha pursed her lips and prepared to drink.

"To US!" Olivia squeaked joyfully, raising her glass into the air and urging everyone to lift his or her cups.

"To us," everyone confirmed clinking plastic glasses.

Their gazes rested upon Massie's green glass, and she swirled it with her long straw.

"What is this?" She asked, pushing it away in disgust and contorting her delicate features.

Cookie waved her to the glass. "Just drink."

Massie stared at it, then lifted it to her lips and took a hearty chug. She swallowed and stared at the ceiling, her mouth crinkling at the corners, finally forming a devious smirk.

"It's nawt half-bad," Massie took another sip and contemplated its flavor. She scrunched her thinly plucked barely there eyebrows together and thought. "Kiwi?"

"Yes!" Cookie looked positively delighted. "Our special of the day is the Kiwi Frappalappacino!"

"A whatsit?" Josh asked, looking at Massie's glass.

"A delicious concoction of kiwi, java beans, and vanilla, sprinkled with cinnamon and splashed with milk."

"That sounds nasty," Olivia furrowed her brows and blinked.

"It's good," Massie finished it off. "I'll have another."

Claire raised her palm in the air. "Me too."

Cookie scribbled on her omni-present notebook and nodded, her blonde bun shaking in tune with her head.

"Anyone else?" she asked, looking around the table before disappearing into the kitchen.

"I'll be right back." Chris A. excused himself to go to the bathroom.

"I'll be counting the minutes," Claire shriek-whined.

Chris stared at her, arching an eyebrow, and finally disappearing to the restroom.

"I'm tired." Alicia stated mildly, leaning on Cam's shoulder. "I have SAT prep tomorrow morning," she reminded them.

"Oh, lighten up, Leesh. It's not until eleven tomorrow anyways," Kristen reminded her.

Alicia folded her arms across her chest and mock-pouted while Cam grinned like a pirate at him.

"I cannawt believe we're at IHOP," Kristen mused, playfully slapping Plovert's arm and smiling at him.

"I CAN! I LOVE THIS PLACE!" Massie hopped on the table and danced while sipping another Kiwi Koncoction.

"This thing IS good!" Claire jumped up and down, bubbly as ever.

"Let me try," Olivia reached over Josh's shoulder to slurp some kiwiliciousness. She licked her lips.

"SHIT! IT IS GOOD!" She screeched, clapping eagerly.

"Lemme try," Kristen and Alicia said in unison.

Alicia sipped and Kristen took her straw and drank the dregs.

"OH. MY. GOD!" They squeal-tackled each other and hopped up and down, giggling.

"Are you girls okay?" Plovert asked, touching Kristen's hand lightly.

"PERFECTO!" Kristen practically shot up in her seat, cracking up hysterically. All the girls joined in. Even Derrick stopped screeching like a monkey to stare at the females.

"What happened to them?" Cam asked, standing up and squinting Nick Jonas-style.

"TRY THIS DRINK!" Massie cackled, dancing up a storm and now doing the Egyptian on the table.

"Massie Annette Block, get off the damned table." Derrick stomped his foot on the wood.

"What's the fuss?" Cookie Olsen demanded, rushing over with three pancake stacks in her arms.

"Nothing, Cook!" Alicia shook her arms in the air, her monstrous boobs jiggling. Cam salivated.

"MORE DRINKS!" Olivia bellowed, doing the Cotton Eye Joe on the floor with her Coach sneakers.

"Um, sure,." cookie rushed off eagerly fetch more drinks.

"What's gotten into them?" Chris Abeley came back and stared at the girls with a mixture of amusement and confusion plastered on his hunky facial features.

"Chrissy!" Claire slurred, stomping over to him and shimmying in his face.

"COOKIE!" Josh suddenly bellowed.

The blonde pranced over, another round of frothy green drinks in her arms. "Yes?"

"What are in these drinks?" Plov demanded.

"N-N-Nothing." Cookie stuttered. "Kiwi, milk, java beans, vanilla," she dropped her voice and mumbled.

"What else, Cookie?" Cam ordered.

Suddenly, Alicia pulled the tray off Cookie's arms and began drinking them.

"It's a secret ingredient, "she dropped her voice. "That makes the drink delectable and irresistible."

"THAT'S IT?" All the boys hollered.

"And a minute amount of vodka," Cookie added hastily.

"But they didn't drink that much," Josh argued.

Cookie shrugged. "Derrick told me to put vodka in the beginning," she defended herself.

The boys turned to Derrick, who turned bright pink.

"WHAAA?" He acted innocent. "It wasn't me," he protested.

"Well, whatever," Cookie shot out like a dart and the boys turned to each other and their girls in pure horror.

Suddenly, not enough maple syrup wasn't their biggest problem...