The schoolyear for the class if 2018 begins with a Top 5 at EWA Twitter account. It's a less messy Gossip Girl. Whoever runs it pumps out a Top 5 Glo Ups and Top 5 First Day Looks by the end of the first day. The latter boasts Massie Block as number one, followed by Alicia Rivera, Allie-Rose Singer, Dylan Marvil and Claire Lyons.

Kristen Gregory, in a pair of chunky white sneakers, ripped boyfriend jeans, a cute crop top and Kemp Hurley's letterman jacket, rolls her eyes when her friends rib her about it. Top 5 at EWA puts her as an "honourable mention" and she tweets out Honourable mention for my outfit but first place in everything else :'). Kemp Hurley replies with first place in my heart.

Massie prints out the Tweet on glossy white poster paper, frames it, and gives it to Kristen.

"You're a bitch," Kristen says, eyeing the picture with vehemance. "Jesus, Mass."

Massie smirks at her. "Consider it a gift," she says, smile sugar-sweet and knife-sharp. "Just for you."

Dylan, to the side, is full-out laughing, and recording everything on Snap. "Oh my God," she wheezes, "Kris. Your face."

"Thank you, next topic of discussion now," Kristen snaps, but takes the frame reluctantly. However much of a dick move it was, Kristen does love Massie, and has been conditioned to just roll with her.

Alicia presses a kiss to Kristen's hair. "She's a jerk," she tells her, wrapping one toned arm around Kristen's broad shoulders. "Don't worry about it, baby."

Dylan's cackles grow louder. "Kemp just texted me," she announces. "He likes the poster. He says he hopes you like it too." Impossibly, Kristen's face turns redder.


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The Facetime connects, and Massie's unimpressed face fills Derrick's screen. "Not a word," she says, monotone, eyes blank. She's in her room, propped up against the headboard of her bed. She's got those undereye mask things on, he notices, and looks a little tired. That's not enough to keep him from teasing her, though.

"Third best," Derrick quips, smirking, "that's disappointing." Massie flips him off.

"I'll end this call," she says, calm. "I'll do it, then I will kill you."

Derrick laughs. "You love me," he says.

Massie arches an eyebrow, but doesn't dispute his claim.

"I just," she pauses, sighing, "can't believe you beat Alicia and I. We're hotter than both of you. We're more talented than both of you -"

"Wow," Derrick says. He's grinning, not even the slightest bit insulted. "A little bitter much?"

Massie smiles sweetly at him. "I'm only being honest," she says, then smoothly transitions subjects. "I'm just impressed that Kristen and Kemp made first place."

"That's homophobic," Derrick informs her, straight-faced. "I feel so attacked. It's so unjust. Also, Kemp won't fucking shut up about it."

"Kristen refuses to talk about it," counters Massie, a little wicked smirk gracing her face. "It's adorable. She blushes so easily if you mention it."

Derrick stretches his long legs out in front of him with a wince. He's only in a pair of sweatpants, sprawled out on the couch in his room, and his knees are stiff as fuck. The pain reminds how Cam's ankle has been hurting him. Maybe he should book them both physio or massage appointments or something. "Cam and I are cuter than them, though. I don't understand. Our bromance has transcended through a fucking decade of friendship."

"Alicia and I are hotter and more in sync than all of you," Massie sniffs. "Everybody in this school is clearly blind."


Top 5 Most Popular Couples at EWA [image attached to a Tweet by Top at EWA (topfiveatewa)]

5. Layne Abeley and Claire Lyons. A former fashion don't and a Pretty Committee member together, who would have thought they'd be an item? Nobody who attended Octavian Country Day, that's for sure! But these two have grown into better style, personality, and each other, going from BFFs to one of the cutest couples in the school! We've seen Claire supporting Layne's music interests, Layne supporting Claire's photography, and everything in between in this wholesome, quirky relationship!

4. Dylan Marvil and Josh Hotz. They've been lowkey on-off for the past year and a half, and our sources confirm that they've been officially on since late August! They're the funniest couple at EWA, hands-down, because both always have a good joke at hand. They're the life of parties, and one of the easiest, most down-to-earth couples to be around. We see their frequent Snaps of their dates, which are hella cute and aesthetic, and we can only hope that they stay together for a long time.

3. Massie Block and Alicia Rivera. An honest to God power couple! We stan two fashionable, beautiful queens. They may not be Official, as far as our sources say, but they're basically an item! We've seen Massie pull off stunts like fashion shows and charity balls, we've seen Alicia throw social outings of the year and dance with celebrities on stage, and we've seen both of them at each other's side! We hope you get together soon, xoxo.

2. Cam Fisher and Derrick Harrington. A bromance at its absolute finest - they've been best friends since they were kids, and they're still best friends now. Also another Unofficial Couple, we hope to see them officially together soon! They do everything together, from sports to going to travel to classes. It's clear how these two absolutely deserve, and are made for, each other.

1. Kristen Gregory and Kemp Hurley. An unexpected first choice! K & K got together over the summer, and have been seen cuddling, kissing, and going on dates since early August. The first day of school, Kristen came wearing Kemp's letterman jacket. No more playing the field for Kemp, he's actually settling down and deeply invested in one (1) girl. As for Kristen, we all know her as the multi-talented soccer star, and we're very glad she has Kemp for a little stress relief! ;) Best wishes to the new, happy couple!


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"I'm just saying," Massie says. She takes a single bite of a pistachio macaron, then puts it back on the plate of half-eaten macarons. Sampling every flavour of macaron, without actually fully eating any, is her way of exercising self-control.

Derrick gives her a drole look from where he's gathering all the ingredients for a protein smoothie. "You don't just say anything," he points out, not unreasonably. "You're a passive-aggressive bitch."

She smiles at him, very sharp. "Flattery gets you know where," she drawls. "But. Seriously. You know he likes you. He knows you like him. You should do something about that."

"Like you can talk to me about this?" scoffs Derrick, throwing a handful of spinach into the blender.

Massie narrows her eyes at him, and hops off the marble countertop she was sitting on to stand shoulder to shoulder with him. "Honey," she begins. Derrick narrows his eyes right back at her. When Massie uses a term of endearment, someone is about to get absolutely fucked over. "Have you considered not being a chickenshit?" she suggests, voice simultaneously mildly pleasant and vaguely annoyed.

Derrick elects to ignore her, dumping in a messily-measured amount of protein powder. She rolls her eyes, and bodily moves him out of the way to measure out a precise cupful of strawberries, cut a banana into perfect thirds. He lets her, moving to lean against the kitchen island, only because he doesn't feel like getting riled into another passive-aggressive argument.

"I'm just saying," Massie says again, dumping all the fruit into the blender. "Maybe you should grow some balls and finally against the love of your life out." She puts the lid on the blender and strides out, pausing momentarily to press a chaste kiss to Derrick roughly-stubbled cheek.

He sighs, staring at the blender, and runs a hand over his face.


When Massie leaves the Harrington house, Alicia is waiting for her in a slick red Audi. She's on her phone, but looks up when Massie gets near enough.

"Hey," she grins. She's beautiful in the late morning sun - with glowy skin, and shiny hair, and bright smile. Massie smiles back, mood lifting a little. "How was your Saturday bonding with Derrick?"

Massie replies, "I left him to make a smoothie and ponder his love life choices," as she climbs into the passenger seat. Alicia laughs, peeling away from the Harrington estate as Massie slides on a narrow pair of Vogue sunglasses.

"Nothing new then? Come on, spill some tea," Alicia says.

Massie carefully doesn't look over at her best friend. She thinks about the half hour that Derrick spent prying her open about Alicia until she was choking down how raw her feelings were. She thinks about him looking at her, like you can talk to me about this? "Nothing interesting," she says instead, leaning back in her seat, "just old news."


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"What would you do," Massie begins, thoughtful, and pauses. She takes a tasteful sip out of rich, fine wine; offers the glass to her best friend. Alicia, who has been long conditioned to trust her instinctfully, leans forward to let Massie tip wine into her mouth as she continues, "if you fell in love and it was unrequited?"

Alicia falls back against the velvet, rich blue sofa. Her hair is pulled back in a half up-half down hairstyle, a perfect mass of hair curling around her shoulders, and her lips painted bright red in Fenty lipstick. Her look is completed with a floral, Oscar de la Renta A-line dress and watercolour stilettos. Against the Rivera's jewel-toned den, she looks straight out of a painting.

Massie thinks, God, what a fucking angel, absentmindedly. Then, fuck.

Alicia is silent for a long time before shrugging. "Another mistake I'd have made, I guess," she says. "I'd do what I always do."

"Which is?" prompts Massie, after a deliberate moment of silence. For all she knows Alicia, she can only guess what she always does. Admit defeat, perhaps, and retreat into their friend circle to lick her wounds. Or maybe she'd fly out to Spain for a week, get massages and do serious retail therapy. Massie takes another sip of wine.

Her friend just looks at her, a small smile creeping up on her face. It's the one she wears when she knows something Massie doesn't - she always looks a little smug, a little incredulous, like she can't believe the other girl doesn't know. "What," Massie snaps, voice flat. She flicks back her hair, done in perfect beach waves, looking a little annoyed. She's a little more dolled up than usual, in a Peter Pilotto silk midi-dress, having come straight from an exhausting brunch with her aunt at the country club.

Alicia just looks at her for a moment, savouring it. It's not often she has a little leverage over Massie, and she likes watching her squirm a little. To be fair, it's not as much as Massie likes watching her squirm.

And, aside from that, Massie has the incredible ability to take something that should be ugly, like the multi-coloured dress she's wearing, and turn it into something quirky that she looks stunning in.

"What," repeats Massie. She purses her mouth around the rim of her wine glass. It leaves another pink stain around the edges, to match the ones Massie has already left.

"What I always do," Alicia says, "is go to you." She sits up, abruptly graceful, to fill her own wine glass. She neatly avoids eye contact when Massie tries for it.

Massie hears all the things Alicia isn't saying, like you'll take care of me and I trust you with my heart. She can't quite figure out if this means they excel at communication, or are horribly dysfunctional at talking to each other, but she hates being horrible at anything, so she reaches out, deftly replacing Alicia's wine glass with her own.

"Thanks," she drawls, poker-faced. Alicia heaves a dramatic sigh, but refills the glass and keeps it, letting Massie drink from hers.

"You're welcome," she tells her.

Massie smiles, gentle, but her eyes are sharp when she says, "Babe," as more of a meaningful, contextual command than a throwaway term of endearment. Obediently, Alicia shifts closer, and Massie rests her head on her shoulder.

She thinks about falling in unrequited love. She knows that Alicia likes her back. It's just - there's still a bridge neither of them have crossed yet, and sometimes, it feels like the space between them is a yawning canyon. She thinks about how, if Alicia really asked, she would one hundred percent fall into the canyon, she would cross the bridge, she would -

Massie drinks her wine, takes Alicia's hand in hers, and breathes. What would you do, she thinks to herself, a little derisively. You don't. You have her already. You're such a fool, you're so gone on her.

Let's call it what it is: one of Massie Block's greatest downfalls is her unwavering commitment to the things she loves, even if that thing or person makes her chest ache a little.


ME: camcam

ME: CAM

CAMCAM: yeet

ME: u want to do me a favour?

CAMCAM: sure hmu

ME: help me make a poster?

CAMCAM: right now?

ME: uh duh

CAMCAM: lmao is this for massie

ME: like ur not in love with derrick

CAMCAM: lol i'll be over in 10 with starbucks


Everyone has bets placed on who would ask each other out first. Would Derrick and Cam become a thing before Alicia and Massie? Would Massie ask Alicia out or vice versa? Would it be a super public event or something private? Would it be on a regular date or to homecoming or to prom?

To only half the people's surprise, Chris Abeley wins the bet about who-would-ask-who out, and Cam Fisher wins the bet about for what. There was over a thousand dollars in each pot.

It's on a crisp autumn day that Alicia Rivera, dressed in a red maxidress, black curls spilling over her bared, still sun-kissed shoulders, and eyes sparkling under the shadow of her thick lashes, asks Massie Block out to homecoming. There's a poster, complete with three shades of purple marker and gold glitter, a bottle of illicit champagne, and Ariana Grande playing from God knows where. Alicia pulls out a Cartier bracelet. She doesn't kneel, because her dress would get dirty and she's above that, but she does take Massie's hand, kisses her knuckles.

Massie says yes, like her heart isn't swelling like the fucking Grinch's.

They kiss later, chaste and sweet, a dozen times over, in the privacy of Massie's sleek black Camaro. Here's the setting: detailed leather interior as the backdrop for the bright fabric of their clothes and the silky waves of their hair; a bouquet of red roses for Alicia abandoned in the backseat, Taylor Swift's Gorgeous playing in the background. They're both smiling when they part. The moment is almost too wholesome for them.

thanks for ur help boobear, she texts Cam, much later, when she's undressed enough to only be in a Sephora undereye mask and lingerie. go get your prince charming.

this is derrick, cam's showering, is the reply, followed by, we can't all woo the wicked witch of the west.

ur jealous, Alicia says, still riding the high of Massie's pleased smile, the softness in her eyes, and the warmth of her mouth. my girlfriend is hotter than ur almost mans.

fuck off, Derrick texts back.


Today 11:49 PM

Me: control your gorl

Massie Fucking Block: Excuse me?

Me: [sent a picture]

Massie Fucking Block: go get your prince charming

Me: ur such a bitch

Massie Fucking Block you're too kind

Massie Fucking Block: i assume this means that you don't want me help?

Me: u better fuckin bet i do


Unsurprisingly, Massie wins every bet about Derrick and Cam. They go from Unofficially Official to Officially Exclusive over the weekend, tell their story through Instagram posts and word-of-mouth.

Here's how it went: Derrick took Cam to the old Westchester arcade. It's a little retro thing, full of neon lights and worn machinery, but still kind of very trendy. He makes a fool of himself at the dance game, then takes it seriously and, between that and a couple other games, wins enough tickets to get Cam one of the giant stuffed plush animals and a bag of gummy worms. The bear is holding a little sign that says you're my fucking favourite. come to homecoming with me?

Cam laughs and says yes, then unveils his own hoco proposal: a receipt for a hotel in New York City, a pair of tickets to a Yankees game, a custom I Heart You crewneck sweater that has their initials on one sleeve and their birthdates listed on the other.

"I guess I have you to thank for helping Derrick," Cam says to Massie. Their friends decided to throw them a joint congratulations on getting your shit together party, because they're all assholes. Kemp even got it written out on a cake. Kristen had told Cam and Derrick that they were going to play soccer, and had, instead, led them straight to Dylan's house in their Adidas shorts and Nike sneakers.

Massie clicks her tongue against her teeth. "I suppose I have you to thank for helping Alicia," she replies, a little mocking and almost sincere.

"You're welcome," Cam says easily. He's always been slightly more chill than Derrick, not as easily riled up. It's why he and Massie don't quite fit - there's not enough banter in their conversations to amuse Massie, but she does adore Cam, not that she'd ever willingly admit it.

"Baby," Derrick drawls, coming up behind Cam. In all his golden boy glory, with his muscles and puppy-dog eyes and wide grin, he kind of hurts Massie's eyes a little. It's okay, though, because she sets her sights on something much more pleasant: her girlfriend, in all of her red-lipped, wide-eyed, curvy-hipped glory.

I'm so fucked, Massie thinks, I have a reputation to uphold, but she lets Alicia glide right up beside her to wrap an arm around her waist. She tilts her head up, brushing a kiss against Alicia's sharp jawline.

"Come on," says Derrick to Cam, in a decidedly lewd tone of voice, "do bodyshots with me."

Massie rolls her eyes. "You're so tacky," she says, like she hasn't licked tequila off of Alicia's perfect abs before. Not even at a house party - her wildest moment has probably been at 2:03am in a swanky nightclub in NYC for New Year's. She's not ashamed, but she knows she's usually above being that gaudy.

Derrick, however, is not above worshipping his boyfriend's body publicly, and doesn't think Massie is above worshipping her sigifnicant other publicly either. "Listen," he begins, rearing up to go, but Cam clamps a hand down on his forearm and he quells.

Cam smiles serenely at them. "I'm going to go makeout with my mans now," he tells them, casual. "Before he and you have a pissing contest over Alicia and I. We'll talk to you in ten." Derrick had visibly perked up at makeout with my mans, and he all but drags a laughing Cam off to the back porch. The last thing Massie hears, as she looks on with mild amusement, is Cam saying, you're so easy, dude.

"They're heathens," Massie pronounces crisply, at the same time Alicia sighs, "boys."

"I can't believe you used to date that overgrown golden retriever," Kristen says, walking up to them with a bottle of flavoured water. She's without Kemp, but is in his hoodie, a giant purple mass of cashmere that has his soccer team printed on it, and a pair of thigh-high boots.

Massie raises both eyebrows at her. "You're dating Kemp Hurley. I don't think you have any room to talk."

"Let it go," she pleads. "Honestly. Why. He's got a nice dick and a nice personality. I don't make the rules."

Alicia laughs at her. "High praise," she teases, squeezing Massie's hip.

"You always did go for knuckleheads," Massie drawls, and Kristen rolls her eyes.

"You're insufferable," she tells them, without any real malice. She still kisses Massie's temple anyway, and lets Alicia lean over to kiss her cheek. She's the second tallest girl in their friend group, at 5'6" without heels. Alicia still easily drags her in with an arm around her waist, so they're all tangled together. "Also, when did you want to cut the cake?"

"In ten minutes, when Derrick and Cam get back," Massie says, stealing Kristen's water bottle to take a sip.

"Are they that fast? I thought they'd last longer, to be honest," remarks Dylan, coming up beside them to link her arm with Kristen's. She's grown into her hair and curves a little since high school, figured out how to show skin without wanting to cover up. At 17, she's still insecure, but significantly more confident than she was in middle school. Evidence being: the adorable Versace miniskirt she's currently wearing that shows off her long, pale legs.

"That's disgusting," Massie tells her, face perfectly blank. "Derrick's like my brother. Never speak of him like that again." Dylan cackles.

Claire joins them, then, crowding in closer, holding hands with Dylan and Massie. Her bangs are long gone, now. Kristen has cut her hair into bangs, while Claire has grown out hers into a long side part. She still looks fresh-faced and confident, though, pressing shoulder-to-shoulder with Massie with her spine straight and eyes bright. "What's up?" she asks, smiling. "Where'd Derrick and Cam go off to?"

"To have sex," Kristen says. Her tone is perfectly casual, clinical enough to be detached. Alicia and Dylan laugh at Massie and Claire's faces.

Massie rolls her eyes, and says, bored, "To makeout before Derrick gets drunk licking alcohol off Cam's abs."

"Oh," Claire says. Then, "I can't believe I used to date that."

"Trust me, honey," Alicia says, all syrup-sweet sympathy, "I can't either."


Author's Note: first off, this chapter title is goodnight n go by ariana grande because god is a woman and thats her. second of all, thank you sm to everyone who reviewed! y'all made my day. third, i'm ngl i don't like the ending very much and i feel like this kind of ran away from me but here's the next chapter! let me know if you want more? i didn't really think past this, but there's SO MUCH more i could write for them and i love developing the characters. drop a review and let me know what you think! also, i totally stole the macaron thing from the amazing author tyrells so shouthout to her!

also, blanket statement for this story that all rights about the clique and its characters go to lisi harrison.