Olivia shot another glance at Kristen and scoffed quietly. Oh, of course. At the biggest celebrity teen party ever that socialite Nina Callas was holding, Kristen ended up drunk off her ass. No, not literally. She hadn't passed out yet, which was an absolute miracle. On the other hand, what was she doing with Dan-oh, ugh. Never mind. That was something left behind closed doors and bedrooms, not on the dance floor of New York City's infamous nightclub, Touch.

What an ironic name.

Olivia was probably one of the few who hadn't touched alcohol that night-unless, someone slipped vodka into her virgin peach and lime daiquiri. Oh my God! What if someone slipped drugs into my drink? she panicked for a few seconds, then relaxed when she remembered she hadn't left the cocktail glass all night. There was no way she would be taken advantage of. But it would be a sad day if someone bumped into her and caused her to spill all over her vintage black velvet dress. Even Olivia, who could afford most things with her inheritance and money from Lustful Lies, had no choice but to admire the gold lamé ruffles around the hem. It gave classic a nice, modern touch.

She could see the crowd of dancers from the second-story railing. That was what she loved about Touch-it was two story, so since most celebrities preferred to be on the dance floor, heating it up, the second floor was filled with either a) steamy, public displays of affection honestly meant for Hilton hotel rooms or b) people who were mature and knew what they were doing.

Obviously, Olivia felt like the latter.

Her ice-blue eyes scanned the crowd, narrowing when she spotted Kristen and Danny. Cam and Alicia were dancing in a corner; the sultry Spanish beauty and the poster boy for hotability (a word Kristen had come up with during one of their band rehearsals-slash-mope about exes-slash-song-writing sessions). Infamous gossip columnist Massie Block was taking a sip of her Red Bull (spiked with who-knows-what) and typing away on her Palm Pilot.

Probably digging up dirt about Kristen and Danny, Olivia noted with a tone of bitterness. She would later strangle Danny's vocal chords for tarnishing the image of the band. It wasn't like they were perfect, goody-two-shoes angels, but more of a 'does Cobra Starship party this hard?' Even if she had never met Gabe and Victoria, she would be willing to bet her fire-engine red Les Paul on it.

"Interesting party, isn't this?"

"Josh! You scared me!" the blonde breathed heavily, setting down her daiquiri on a nearby table. She plopped onto the tan leather couch. "I thought you were partying down there with Derrick."

"Nah, he went to chat up Nina, from what I've been told. He's drunk as hell, I'm pretty much the only sober one around here." Josh eyed her drink critically. "Did you put alcohol in that?"

"Even if I did, it wouldn't matter. I've looked at the bartender all night and he hasn't carded anyone. But then again, this is New York City, and we're just rich bitches outta Westchester."

"Well put," Josh noted. He stared yet again at the half-empty glass. "Finish that, we're going down to the bar. It's on me."

Olivia nodded, swiftly grabbing the stem of the glass and downing it in a second. "Just make sure I don't get hit on by a drunk Jake, that would be worse than seeing Robert Pattinson actually sparkle." She giggled, thinking of the bronze-haired, English actor. Oh, secrets, secrets of the celebrity world. It would be kind of creepy, but his girlfriend would be blinded.

"He's not wasted yet, just extremely tipsy and dancing with Claire. It's weird how we all seem to date people in the same group." He looked amused for a minute, before taking her hand and leading her down the lit-up stairs.

Even Olivia had to admit, Nina had planned this party to perfection. An innocent-looking, cardstock invitation asking her to meet at the Lucky Ball, one her parents immediately approved of. At least they didn't know that the Lucky Ball was code for the Touch Nightclub. If they did, Olivia couldn't imagine how much trouble a teen superstar could get into…

"Hey, isn't that Nikki Dalton?" Josh's face was a combination of shock, awe, and admiration-not exactly uncommon on a boy's face when they saw the blonde bombshell of the group. Cam's numero uno groupie couldn't be back to haunt them, could they?

"Oh, my God! It is!" Olivia stared, jaw dropping open, stopping on the fifth step. In all her glory, Nikki was stealing the spotlight from all of the celebrities, period. The only thing she was good for was, well, trying to grab Cam's attention at one of his forever sold-out concerts, and getting drunk. It was nearly shameless how she wanted to be Mrs. Cameron Thomas Fisher. She had tried practically everything-jumping on stage to kiss him in front of thousands of screaming friends, scoring backstage passes to seduce him in his dressing room, et cetera. It was sickening, in Olivia's opinion, and every celebrity who had ever had fans had to agree.

Nikki's outfit was flawless, and even Olivia had to admit that. The gold-and-royal blue sequins sewn on her Haute Hippie tank dress was in a bold zig-zag pattern. The snakeskin platform heels made a perfect contrast to her skin-light gray against tanned butterscotch. And was that the new clutch at Nordstrom's? Oh, and in her laundry list description, Olivia had forgotten to mention the mess of Taylor Swift curls.

Ugh. It was a bad thing that Nina didn't like sharing the spotlight, because now they would be clawing out eyeballs and maybe even eyelids.

As they descended from the stairs, Nikki pushed her way through the crowd, turning heads, breaking intimate moments, and breaking hearts. Cliché as it sounded, it seemed like the next St. Bart's tanned queen had come through the floor. And there was absolutely no doubt that Nina Callas would be fighting for her spotlight.

A/N; Oh shit, I forgot the disclaimer !

Disclaimuh; I don't own the Clique series, it all belongs to the amazing Lisi Harrison.

I have this saved on my memory stick as we'rethebandandwe'regonnaliveitup. x) So yeah, I felt like letting you know that. Oh, and I'm so effing proud of myself for updating a story LESS THAN A FREAKING WEEK after I publish the trailer. x) It's like epic proudness, man.

-Gwen

P.S; For all you people who have a Polyvore, check me out under welcome to gwenyland !. I made a set of Olivia's outfit for no friggin' reason.