Sixteen and Never Been Dissed
A Clique AU Fan Fiction Series
Chapter 3: The Alpha of All Alphas

"Massie Block!" The perky brunette slammed her locker shut, turning around to face the senior alpha, Skye Hamilton. The alpha of all alphas.

Skye Hamilton was gorgeous, with buttery blonde curls that fell just past her shoulders and a dancers petite body composed of all muscle. She had narrow, almond shaped robin's egg blue eyes and an angular face with sharp, obviously pretty features. She was a grade-A flirt, always having a new boyfriend on her arm, and her body was one that most people had to pay millions for. She was the best dancer in the school, her parents owning the Body Alive Dance Studio that Alicia attended and she was the captain of the competition group. Every girl at school wanted to be friends with Skye. Massie was the only girl who didn't want to be the blonde alpha. Massie just wanted to be better than the senior girl.

"Skye!" Massie said, a large smiling spreading across her face.

This was good. The senior alpha was coming to talk to her. It was only the first day of school and Massie was only a sophomore. This was turning out to be the best day ever, as her classes had all been a breeze and she already had figured out how to get her way with her new teachers. And now Skye was confronting her because she wanted to talk to her. And she didn't seem angry. Instead, she seemed demanding, as she always was when she wanted a person's attention. Skye was the type of girl who commanded and demanded attention. It was just the way the girl who was born in the spotlight acted. Massie could understand that, because she did the same thing.

"You're a sophomore now. So we need to talk," Skye said, gesturing for Massie to begin walking with her. She quickly obliged. "Homecoming-you and your little clique need dates. Hot dates, from Briarwood." Skye instructed.

"By homecoming?" Massie gasped, and immediately regretted her shocked reaction.

"Is that a problem?" She asked, raising a blonde eyebrow as she tilted her head to study Massie.

"Of course not. In fact, that's almost a little bit too much time," Massie said, trying to gain back as much confidence as she possibly could. "We'll have dates...in fact, we already have people in mind," She blurted out without thinking.

What? Why did I say that? That's not true! How could I be so stupid? Massie's thoughts ran frantically through her head as she took a deep breath, trying not to panic. She couldn't believe she said such a giant lie. She couldn't believe she was lying about something that could endanger her entire clique and the status that they had all worked so hard to receive, especially when she was lying to the only person in school who had more influence and power than she did when it came to the students.

"Oh really? And who would that be?" Skye asked with an arrogant smirk on her face.

"Derrick Harrington. Kemp Hurley. Chris Plovert and Cameron Fisher," Massie blurted out the names of the first four males from Briarwood she could think of. Luckily for her, they happened to be the alpha males of the sophomore class at the school across the street.

"Well that's good. For a second, I thought you were going to say that cute junior Chris Abely-and everybody knows that I've got my eyes on him for homecoming," Skye said with a tight lipped smile that Massie knew well. It was the smile that signaled she was telling you this secret to gain your trust and you really shouldn't walk around bragging about the fact that you knew it, because it would blow up in your face in the end. Massie used that when she needed something from somebody.

"Is that all you wanted to talk to me about?" Massie wondered as the girls made their way towards lunch.

"Oh, there's going to be more. This is going to be the hardest year of your god damn life, Massie. This is only the start, and if you can't do this much, you're done and so is your little clique. All of you. Every last one. So I'd make some wise choices, if you want access to the room," Skye said.

"The Room? It's real?" Massie stopped walking, shock taking over.

"Of course it's real. If there's one thing you should know about being an alpha by now it's that alphas never lie. There's always a little smidgen of truth to what they have to say. I thought you'd be more aware of that by now," Skye said innocently.

"Shouldn't the junior alpha get the room?" Massie asked suspiciously.

"No," Skye said, taking on a bored tone as she studied her nails. "The junior and senior alphas have to share. So, if I were you, I'd start acting on this, because I hand selected you by our past experience together. The junior alpha had others in mind from your class. She's pretty sure that you're on your way out, just like Burberry is," Skye said with faux sweetness. "Don't disappointment me," She threatened.

"I'm not going to fail. I'm an alpha, and alphas never fail," Massie said, starting to walk again, brushing right past Skye as she made her way towards her her usual table, sliding into her seat besides Alicia and Kristen with Dylan across from her.

"Was that Skye Hamilton you were walking with? She seriously wanted to talk to you?" Dylan Marvil gasped, leaning forward across the table with her eyes glistening in excitement.

"What's that supposed to mean? Why wouldn't she want to talk to me? I'm the alpha of the tenth grade and she's the senior alpha. We clearly have things in common. She wanted to talk to a fellow alpha-just leader to leader, you know?" Massie said, immediately responding to the sting of Dylan's words. Was it so hard to believe that Skye Hamilton would want to talk to Massie? She hadn't thought it was weird, she had thought it was expected. Of course, the outcome made it seem even more obvious that Skye would go out of her way to talk to Massie.

"I didn't mean it that way," Dylan's face flushed red as her entire attitude immediately changed.

"So what did she want to talk to you about? She seriously wanted to just have a conversation with you? You're so cool, Mass! Skye's never wanted to talk to underclassman before, even when she was an underclassman," Kristen gushed excitedly, her cheeks flushed from her happiness and joy at the realization and reminder of just how amazing her clique was. If there was one thing Skye's conversation with Massie had done, it was remind everybody about how popular the PC was.

"More like threaten me and our social status," Massie muttered.

"What?" Alicia asked, pausing with her VOSS water bottle raised to her lips.

"We need dates for Homecoming. Or else we're out. And I kind of told her we were already talking to Derrick Harrington, Kemp Hurley, Chris Plovert, and Cam Fisher," Massie said, making a face as she braced herself for her friends' reactions. She was sure they wouldn't have anything good to say, after all. Massie had pretty much just thrown their entire social lives for the rest of high school out the window. They were done for. They were over before they had even begun and it was because Massie had just set up their destruction. She was sure they were going to want to kill her, if not something even worse.

"Dibs on Kemp-that'll take me no time at all to master," Alicia said with a shrug, tilting her head slightly to take a sip of her expensive, Norwegian water. "What? He's a total player," She defended herself as she twisted the cap back on her bottle and set it down on the table with a thud, taking in Massie's shocked reaction.

"I guess I'll go for Derrick," Kristen and Dylan said at once. "What? No way! I'm calling dibs on-"

"SHUT UP!" Massie said, slamming her fists against the table to stop their feuding. "Derrington is the alpha of the sophomore class. I can understand why you want to fight over him. But we're not calling dibs on these guys. We don't have crushes on them. We just need dates for our social status. So if one asks us, we go with him. Understand?" She said, looking at each one individually as she raised a slender eyebrow at them.

"Yes," Alicia muttered.

"Whatever," Kristen started to senselessly braid a strand of hair.

"'Kay," Dylan sighed.

"Good," Massie said, reaching into her bag and pulling out her cell phone, starting to fire out a text.

"Who are you texting?" Kristen asked, eyes glancing away from her chicken caesar salad sitting in front of her to watch Massie suspiciously.

"Derrington,"

"Who the hell is Derrington?" Alicia asked, squirting mustard onto her Veggie burger. She grabbed a sweet potato fry and began to nibble on it as she waited for a reply from Massie, eyebrows raised curiously.

"Derrick Harrington. Isn't it a cute nickname I came up for him?" Massie giggled at her cleverness.

"Somebody might think you have a crush on Derrington," Dylan teased, using her chopsticks to pick up a piece of her Spider Roll.

"Shut up," Massie giggled, grabbing a handful of chips from her bag of Baked Lays and tossing them across the table at the red head, both girls bursting out into hysterics at their antics, once again pulling all attention onto themselves from the people around them.

That was how life was supposed to be, with all attention and all eyes on the Pretty Committee. It was just how it worked.

"What are you texting him about?" Alicia asked, scooting her chair closer to Massie at the circular table as she tried to read the message.

"Back up! I'll read them to you," Massie shooed her away, tucking her phone closer to herself to shield the screen.

Massie Block: Hey, D-you wanna meet me and the girls at Pinkberry after school today?

Derrick Harrington: Are you asking me on a date, Block?

Massie Block: With all my friends there?

Derrick Harrington: If that's how you like it ;)

Massie Block: Bring your boys.

Derrick Harrington: What boys?

Massie Block: Kemp, Plovert and Cam

Derrick Harrington: Which one you got a thing for?

Massie Block: You'll find out soon enough ;)

Derrick Harrington: A secret for a secret?

"He's playing your favorite game!" Alicia squealed in excitement, just a tad louder than she would have done normally.

Massie knew what she was doing. She was making sure the attention remained on them and that people got nosier when it came to what they were doing. Massie was a little proud of her for deciding to do that herself without any hint from Massie to do so. She was even more impressed when her other friends joined right in with her.

"Derrington is flirting with you!" Kristen giggled in excitement. "That is just so adorable. You're super lucky. I wish a guy as cute as Derrington would want to flirt with me. All Kemp does is hit on me and call me hot," She was stretching the truth and that could get them into trouble, but nobody was going to question it. Questioning a member of the PC was strictly off limits.

"Hush up! I'm not done yet!" Massie giggle-shushed them.

She was very tempted to just go with it, because she loved receiving a secret for one of her own. She knew that she probably should, as it would help her and the other members keep their social status where it belonged, but she was a little afraid. After all, it wasn't like she really had a crush. Well, she did, but she was getting the hint that Derrington was into her. And if he liked her, he wouldn't like knowing that Massie had a crush on Cam Fisher.

Massie Block: You first

Derrick Harrington: I'll give you three hints

Massie Block: That's not fair!

Derrick Harrington: I'll let you know when you guess

Massie Block: Fine :(

Derrick Harrington: Don't pout. I like your smile more ;)

Massie Block: Hint?

Derrick Harrington: She's our age

Massie Block: More!

Derrick Harrington: She's in the PC

Massie Block: Is she me?

Derrick Harrington: Maybe ;)

MAssie Block: Liar! You told me you'd tell me if I guessed right!

Derrick Harrington: Meet me at Slice of Heaven at 5 tonight, without your girls. My guys will meet your girls at Pinkberry's at the same time.

"Derrington just asked you on a date! DERRICK HARRINGTON ASKED YOU ON A FREAKING DATE!" Kristen shouted out, slapping her hands against the table as she tried to contain her excitement. Of course, she was epically failing at doing such.

Every single head towards towards Massie and her friends, including Skye Hamilton who had a sly grin on her face.

Betcha didn't think I could work that fast, did you? She smirked in response at her.

"Wait-you bring Claire to and from school...we all have to stay late today for something or other. We're all done at four thirty and then we're going to have half an hour to get ready and get where we have to be. What are we going to do with blondie?" Alicia asked.

"Frudge," Massie muttered under her breath.

The alpha had been trying to cut back on her swearing, so she'd taken to making up her own swear words.

"I'll handle this," She said as she spotted Claire. She pushed her chair back and stood up, storming towards the blonde haired girl. "Leesh, come with me!" She ordered, smirking at Alicia's hurried footsteps to catch up with her alpha.

"Claire Lyons!" Massie said, crossing her arms as she stopped right behind where the blonde was seated, staring down at a Power Puff Girl lunchbox and a Nutella sandwich with a single bite taken out of it. The blonde jumped at the harsh tone in Massie's voice and turned around slowly, bringing her gaze up towards Massie's face while doing everything she could to avoid making eye contact with her.

"Yes?" She whispered, well aware that all eyes were on herself, Massie and Alicia.

"What are you doing after school?"

"Going home?"

"How?"

"Your Range Rover?"

"Alicia needs to go to her journalist meeting for the school's magazine and news show and then she needs to go to a yearbook meeting. Kristen has got soccer practice and Dylan needs to go to her drama club meeting. And I have cheerleading practice. Hate to break it to you, but we're going to be here until 4:30," Massie made a fake-sincere apology towards her with an obviously not-sorry smile on her face, popping a hip out.

"Oh...could Isaac-"

"He doesn't work for you." Alicia said snidely. "He's not coming until 4:30," She said.

"I can just stay in the library until you guys are ready to leave," Claire whispered.

"We have plans afterwards. We need to head to the mall, get new outfits and change while fixing our hair and make-up in half an hour before we meet our dates," Massie said.

"How am I supposed to get home?" Claire wondered.

"I suppose, you could walk," Massie said cheerfully.

"Walk?"

"Or you could see if one of your-oh, wait, you don't have any friends," Alicia said sarcastically.

"I'll call my mom..."Claire whispered.

Massie froze, eyes growing wide as her cocky smile faded. If Claire called Judy and said Massie wouldn't give her a ride because she had plans, Kendra would find out and Kendra would be pissed at her for not including Claire in her plans. She was at a stand sill.

"I guess I could call Derrington and see if he has another friend," Massie muttered.

"What?" Claire asked, a small smile forming on her face.

"What?" Alicia snapped, turning her shocked expression to Massie.

"I'll call Derrington," Massie said, a new plan forming in her mind. "And see if he happens to have another friend that Claire could sit with," Massie said with a fake smile on her face. "Yeah, I'll do that. I mean, I'll have to make sure he's a lot like you, so you'll get along with him. After all, Alicia and Kemp are both the hottest people in their grades. Kristen and Cam are the smartest people I know. Plovert and Dylan are the funny, self conscious ones who shouldn't be because they're so amazing," Massie beamed.

Alicia caught on as soon as Massie said that.

"Maybe Dempsey Solomon's back from Africa," Alicia suggested.

"I was thinking...Vador," Massie said with a sly grin as she turned on her heel, shared a high five with Alicia and the two girls made their way towards Table 18 once again.

Yes, Massie had it all figured out. She wasn't going to get in trouble for not including Claire. Nobody would think she was going soft as she humiliated Claire even farther, and she was getting her and her friends even closer to their top spot at the top of the social ladder. Today was a very productive first day.


"Rate me!" Massie declared, straightening the lilac colored top she was wearing with the thick, rope-like straps. It became a razor back in the back and was flowy at the bottom. She had it paired with faded denim capris and gladiator ankle strapped silver flats. Her hair had been combed out until it was pin straight and hanging down her back and her make-up was nothing more than neutral sparkles.

"9.8," Alicia declared, playing with the hem of her black lacy shorts that she'd paired with a simple silver sparkly tank top, tucked into the pants. She had on silver open toe ballet flats and her hair was in a sexy, messy bun at the top of her head. "Me?"

"9.7" Dylan said thoughtlessly, tightening her low, curly and red ponytail. It was near impossible for her to get hair ties tight enough to hold her hair up so she used at least three to make sure it stayed. She was wearing a green and white stripped halter dress, cut at an angular pattern so that it was longer on one side than the other side. It hugged her curves and hid the belly she was always complaining about being too big. She was wearing it with cork-soled wedges with green canvas covering her toes and green ribbon tying around her ankles in adorable little bows. "What about me?"

"9.7, same as Leesh," Kristen said, peering up from where she was giving herself a side braid to go with her red and white plaid tank top button down. She had it tied at her belly button in a farmer's style and was wearing it with a denim cut-off mini skirt and red flip flops. Her make-up was as simple as possible as soccer practice had run late and she'd had to struggle to get ready to head to the mall so they could leave on time. Yet, with her hair style, her outfit and her shoes, it only made sense that she was wearing a minimum amount of make-up. Before she twisted the tie around her single braid, she removed the entire thing and split her hair into two sections, immediately started to give herself two different braids. "And me?" She wondered.

Silence answered her and all four girls turned their attention towards Claire.

"Kuh-Laire! Kristen asked for a rating," Massie snapped, glancing at the clock on her phone. If the girls didn't hurry up, she was going to be late. And she absolutely hated to be late for anything. The only time that was allowed was for parties, when she was the appropriate sixteen minutes late in order to be 'fashionably' late.

"I thought that was only for PC members?" Claire whispered, looking up at the girls from underneath her eyelashes.

"For tonight, we're considering you an honorary member." Alicia barked. "And stop whispering and looking at us like that! We're about to go out with the guys and the number one thing with guys is that you always have to appear confident. They think confidence is sexy. So stop acting so...un-Pretty Committee worthy. You're here with us and you need to act like you belong. Not like you're afraid this is all some prank, because it isn't. We don't do Carrie. We're not total bitches," Alicia snapped, no longer bothering to hide her annoyance the way the girls had been doing when they were shopping and doing hair and make-up.

"Listen, she probably doesn't even know how ratings work. So we'll give her a break for now and explain later. Kris, you're a 9.6. I know we all told you it works for tonight, but it's still really plain. And since it's you, that's amazing and you make it work. But on any other person, it would be a 9.3. Since you can make it work, you're allowed to get three tenth of a point," Dylan said with a smile aimed at Claire to let her know it was okay.

"And now for you," Massie said, turning her attention towards the blonde. Claire looked cute, that much could be denied. She was wearing a Massie-picked outfit of dark denim capri pants with an off the shoulder baby pink tee shirt. She had on white peep toe kitten heels and her make-up had been done by combining different items of the PC's. It was perfectly girly without being overdone and the sparkles made her look like her innocent self, yet the eyeliner and lipliner provided her with an edgy twist to it. Her hair was twisted into a side ponytail, without a single bump or loose strand. The only thing that she was lacking was confidence. "You're a 9. You'd be a 9.3 with a little bit of confidence. So do us all a favor and get some," Massie commanded, grabbing the handle of the door.

"Where are you going?" Claire asked, eyes growing wide with panic.

"She's not going on the date with us. She and Derrington have private plans. I'm in charge when we go to Pinkberry with the other guys. Is that a problem?" Alicia asked, crossing her arms over her chest and raising her eyebrows at Claire.

"No, of course not. It's just...I didn't know you weren't going to be there with us." Claire admitted, lowering her head.

"Listen, you'll be fine. They're going to be nice to you. I made sure of it. If you need anything, text me. Gotta go!" She said, opening the door and sliding out, hurrying towards the door to Slice of Heaven.

She'd never admit it to her friends, but she actually liked it there. Sure, it reeked of grease and the food was covered in more grease and fat than it was anything else, but she lived for it. She liked going and having a few hours where she didn't worry about carbs or fat or her diet or her weight or her figure. Sometimes it was nice to just eat food and enjoy herself. She was honestly glad when Derrington invited her and just her.

"Block!" She smiled to herself as she slid into the booth across from Derrington, the cutest boy at BOCD.

With his puppy-dog, milk chocolate brown eyes that reminded Massie of a golden labrador's eyes and his shaggy, dirty blonde hair that fell into his face, he was easily a ten. The only problem he had was that he always wore shorts. All the time. Non stop. She hated that, but it was cute that he had his thing. Since he was a great soccer player, she was positive he had to have a thing. There needed to be something for his fans to copy, after all.

Still, she preferred Cam Fisher with his husky-dog eyes, one green and one blue. His sloppily cut black hair that was always falling into his face to cover up the green eye was absolutely adorable. Maybe his skin was a little on the pale side, but with his tall build and his strong, broad chest and the size of his arms, Massie figured she could live with it. Derrick was cute in a puppy dog kind of way that made girls go 'aw' and gush about how adorable he could be. Cam was sexy with his dark, mysterious looks and the his musician ways. The fact that he played sports made him even hotter.

"Hey, Derrick," She beamed, running a hand through her hair with a playful smile on her face. Derrington was going to be reserved as a private nickname for her to use when she was talking about him to her friends. To his face, he was Derrick.

"I came up with a cute nickname for you," He said, flashing that adorable smile at her. "Where's the one who came up with for me?" He asked.

"When are you going to tell me who you like?" She asked, changing the subject. She was an alpha and she was used to being in charge. Maybe guys didn't like a girl who took charge, maybe they did. She wasn't sure, but she did know she wasn't changing who she was for anybody. So if Derrick didn't want a girl who was in control, he should probably find somebody new.

"Who do you like? I gave you hints," He pointed out.

"I like a Briarwood soccer player, in our grade, who's very close with you. He's kinda cute, very sexy," She winked.

"Do you like Cam?" Derrick asked bluntly, ruining the playful mood they'd had.

"What? Why would you-hold on, what makes you think it's Cam?"

"He's a lucky guy, getting a girl as amazing as you," Derrick said softly, almost sadly.

"Who said I liked Cam?" Massie frowned, grabbing a breadstick from the basket on the table. She kept her eyes locked on him, waiting for a response. "I mean, that's a pretty big assumption to make so quickly," She pointed out.

"If you don't like me, you must like Cam," Derrington shrugged.

"Do you like me? Or Alicia," Massie said.

"Do you even have to ask? Come on, Block, I seriously like you. I think you're gorgeous, funny, smart...and I wish you'd get over this obsession with Cam for just long enough to realize that I'd treat you like the queen you are. I could be serious about you. I really could." He said, now completely serious.

"Derrick...I..."Massie said.

"Save it," Derrick rolled his eyes.

"It's not that I don't like you-it's that Kristen and Dylan do," She blurted without thinking, not wanting to see the hurt in his adorable eyes any longer. Seeing him sad was like seeing one of those commercials about abused animals. It pained Massie to look at for too long.

"What?" He asked, that smile coming back. "So if your friends weren't into me...you would be?"

"I can't hurt my friends, but...yes," Massie said, giving him a small smile.

And deep down, a part of her asked why she was lying to him. A part of her asked why she couldn't just tell him she wanted to be with him, because Cam Fisher might have that look that was so unique, but Derrington would make her look even better. And he cared about her. There was something about Derrington that she wasn't sure of, because it scared her to realize that she was falling for him and his personality, not just his appearance.

"You know...you're a better friend than me. Kemp's into you-actually, they all are, except for Cam because he's an idiot who thinks of you as a sister or whatever. But Plovert and Kemp? They're fighting over you and almost killed me when I said I had a date with you. And Vader? Well, he's a freak and all, but he thinks he stands a chance with you just because he's technically older," Derrington rolled his eyes. "He should remember that Kemp's older too, and you still don't want to date him," he shrugged.

"They all like me?" Massie asked in amazement.

"They think Dylan's hilarious. They love that Kristen can play soccer. They think Alicia's hot. But you've just got something that drives them all crazy. They'd all die or kill for a chance to be with you, even though Plovert's had a thing for Dylan since seventh grade and Kemp thinks Kristen's kind of nerdy hot and can't wait to get into her pants. But you? If they could have you, they'd stop being players and they'd never look at another girl. Hell, I don't even have you and I haven't looked at another girl since the first time I met you, back in the seventh grade," he admitted.

"I might have to break my rules for you, Derrick Harrington. I might just have to be a lousy friend," Massie sighed.

"Well, I mean, we could ditch this stupid place and go to my room and be really bad friends, if you wanted?" He asked with a playful smile.

Massie grinned back, tossing her head back and laughing with him.

"How 'bout I just come sit next to you for now?" She said, standing up and sliding into the booth besides him, his arm wrapping around her immediately and pulling her closer to him as she snuggled up to him, not even minding the PDA she had never really been a fan of and always hated to see herself.