Hey! I just wanted to update this since I'm BACK FINALLY! I'd really like to make this longer, but I think you'd rather read the chapter. Enjoy!\ Disclaimer: I do not own the Clique, all that belongs to Lisi Harrison.
Massie's eyes blazed as she walked up to pick out her "child". This was not a coincidence, not at all. All of the P.C. with the Feuller boys. The smirk on Will's face infuriated her even more. Although his brown locks looked styled to perfection and the way his eyes twinkled was borderline bewitching, Massie couldn't help but feel resentment toward the handsome specimen. She turned her head to the side, to see what the other Pretty Committee members were doing with this new development, and couldn't help the slight curl of her upper lip. They were giggling, blushing, school girls. It was almost embarrassing how they were acting around the males in the Feuller family.
Traitors, looks like I'm all alone on this mission. Her lips pursed as she looked into the bin of plastic children. They all had either a pink or blue ragged, and frankly, unwashed looking blanket wrapped around them. She almost felt sorry for them, even if they weren't real, and reached in to get a boy when a arm went around her shoulders. Almost instinctively, her hands clenched into fists, she knew whose arm was on her shoulders. "Now don't you think we both should decide. After all, what if I want a girl?"
Her eyes narrowed and her teeth gritted. This guy was driving her towards the brink of insanity. She opened her mouth to give a biting retort, when she was interrupted by Gina waving her hands around, like a true insane person. "I forgot! I forgot! Okay now, some families have more than one child! Derrick and Kori, you have one child.
Alicia and Zack, you have three, and yes all girl triplets.
Coral and Josh, you have two, and they are a boy and girl.
Massie and Will, you have two, and they are boy identical twins.
Dylan and Drake, you have one.
Kayla and Cam, two, boy and girl.
Claire and Spencer, you have one.
Kemp and Trisha, you have triplets also, two girls and a boy.
Kristen and Ryan, one child.
Layne and Pete, you have twins, two girls.
Olivia and Tyler, you have one child."
Massie let out an unlady like snort, when hearing how many kids Kemp and Trisha had. That typical that Kemp would have the most children - well tied with Alica and Zack. She smiled as she grabbed two blue blanketed babies out of the bin and mentally stuck her tongue out at Will. "Looks like we'll have boys, whether you want a girl or not."
"There's always a chance for a girl in the future, right?" Will's voice sounded innocent, while the question was anything but. He walked towards their desks, leaving Massie there with both boys, and an open mouth. She shook her head and walked back to her seat, still a little thrown off from his question. When she sat down, Will turned around, and held out both hands signaling for one of the boys. Her eyes narrowed, but handed one of the boys over nevertheless.
"Now that everyone is seated, I will explain exactly what to do with your children, and of course what not to do." Gina walked to her podium and grabbed a stack of freshly printed papers. She passed them down the rows and sat back on her stool, in the front of the room. One finally reached Massie and she quickly scanned the paper. Child Care Rules, stood in middle, at the top of the paper in bold font.
"Ladies, remember when you were a little girl, and you had a baby doll. Well, these are pretty much the same to those. Now, these dolls will require your constant care - not much different to real babies. To feed your child I will give you a bag of formula, made for these babies, and you will have to mix about 2 teaspoons of the formula and about half a cup of water in a bottle - that i will give you. You will have to feed the child probably eight separate times during the day. The other teachers know about the children, so they won't give you odd looks when you walk in with a child.
You'll have to clothe your children and get diapers - any diaper works. The reason for the diapers is self explanatory, your feeding them the formula, of course something is going to come out of the other end. I think you'll be able to realize when they need a change. In just a second, I will hand out pacifiers for your children, and the bottles. Let's see, what else am I forgetting. Ah, I remember now. How much your child cries and/or is not taken care of will be recorded for your final grade.
When your child cries, I would do my best to calm him or her down as quickly as I can. Your child will be able to tell if your yelling by a device implanted into the child. If you have any other questions, either check the sheet I passed out, or ask me. Oh! Last thing, the car you are driven in will require a car seat and since you all can afford to go to this school, I don't think buying one will be a problem."
Gina walked over to another bin, place next to the bin where the babies were kept. She pulled out two medium sized, cloth boxes, and set one down on the ground. The one she had in her hand held, what Massie found out to be, the bottles and pacifiers. Passing them out to the respective parents, she then doubled back for the second box. Then began passing out the formula, along with two little measuring tools. Will passed one of the pacifiers and one of the bottles back to Massie. Their "child's" reflective eyes looked back at her and she couldn't help but think the "baby" did look sort of adorable. One of it's hands curled into a fist and the other had it's fingers splayed out.
"Poor thing is still in this hideous blanket." Massie murmured examining the blue blanket. The Pretty Committee was definitely going to the mall today. "That does bring up a problem though, because if we go to the mall-"
"-then we'll have to go with you."
Her eyes darted to Will, who towered over her desk with their other child. He gave her a Crest worthy smile and set the formula down on her desk. "Your as easy to read as a book. Now what should we name our children?"
"Xavier!" Massie blurted without thinking. Ever since she admitted to herself she did want kids one day, she had loved the name Xavier. Will chuckled, but nodded at her name.
"Okay if you get to name Xavier, then this little guy will be... Alexander. How does that sound?"
"Good." Massie gave him her first real smile in his presence, before remembering he was the enemy. He gave her an indulging smile and said nothing.
"We can get the bottle filled up before we go to the next class. Oh and we should probably figure out a schedule of sorts to decide when to give them the formula. Don't 'cha think so?" At her nod of agreement, he pulled out his cell phone - an Apple iPhone 4.
"Cell phones aren't-"
"I know, but I really doubt Gina will take it away. Besides, I'm trying to think of how to do this. Obviously when we wake up, once at Lunch, and at dinnertime. So that's three, my God, does the child have to fed eight times? Once after first hour, once in here, one after sixth, one after eighth, and the last one at probably seven thirty. There we go, all figured out. I'll remind you, in case you forget."
"Puh-lease. Like I'll forget; however, I wasn't so sure about you. Anyways, after school we're all going to the mall. My children aren't going to be wearing this hobo rag for long!"
He nodded, with a slight amused smile. "Okay. I'm sure everyone will agree. Wouldn't want them to be stuck in that 'hobo rag' forever."
Massie's face flushed slightly, but she coughed into her elbow to try and disguise it. The bell rang before she could turn back to face him. She grabbed her black Balenciaga 'City' Motorcycle bag, child in one hand, and bottle in the other. Will walked in step with her, while holding their other child. They stopped at a water fountain and while Will filled the bottles with a half cup of water, Massie measured out the formula, and mixed them both together.
Walking in the Spanish class with a baby in hand was beyond weird and the looks that those who didn't have Health this year weren't helping. Massie kept up an impassive mask and walked to her seat, Will following. She let out a sigh - the rest of the Pretty committee wasn't in the room yet. Her gaze went over to Will and she watched him cooing to the fake baby while feeding him his bottle. Noticing a smile had formed on her lips while watching him, she quickly turned her head to the doorway of the room.
Alicia walked in, one baby on each hip. Massie couldn't help but start laughing at Alicia's bewildered expression with the children. At hearing her laugh, Alicia locked eyes with Massie and shrugged in a what-can-you-do way. She sat down next to Massie, adjusting the children in her seat.
"We're going shopping for the babies after school."
"Given. My God, my poor girls are in these disgusting rags-"
"Hobo rags." Will interrupted her, not even turning around as he said this.
"What?" Alicia looked lost as she adjusted her children yet again, trying to get them in a comfortable. Massie hid a smile, there wasn't a lot of room after all with the room Alicia's boobs took up.
"Massie made sure to let me know, they're called Hobo rags." Will tried to hide his smirk as he said this, but Massie zeroed in on his lips in a full blown smirk.
He has pretty lips. Her eyes widened. That's besides the point, so what if his lips look kissable? He could become top Alpha and then you'd be reduced to worse than a LBR. You would have fallen Alpha status - which is beyond more humiliating.
"I deny that statement. I never made it a point to tell you that they're called Hobo rags!" Her eyes narrowed and nose scrunched up, Will thought she looked adorable, and told her so. Massie's cheeks felt hot as she blushed bright red. The rest of the Feuller's and Pretty Committee trickled in, Profe Stratson right behind them. She smiled at the Feuller's and thank god, spoke in English the whole class period.
The bell rang 45 minutes later and everyone shuffled out towards the Green Cafe. Dylan rubbed her stomach - Drake was holding their daughter - as they all walked towards the Green Cafe. "I'm starving! I might've had to resort to eating Kirstie's baby formula if we had ten minutes more of Spanish."
"That would be a little extreme, don't you think Dylan?" Kristen asked. Her eyes were focused on her child - named Thomas - that was in his "father's" arms.
Dylan shook her head vehemently and looked at Kristen with widen eyes. "I didn't have breakfast because I was thinking of starting a different diet. Then I spent so long thinking about it, I didn't have time before you guys picked me up."
This caught Drake's attention as he stared at Dylan. "Why'd you go on a diet? Your no where near fat sweetheart. Come on, let's go ahead of these slow pokes, and get you some food."
Dylan turned as red as her hair and nodded. Massie watched with a small smile playing on her lips, as they rushed ahead, and she sped up her pace too. Xavier tucked securely in her arms, she looked over at Alicia, and nodded in the direction of Dylan and Drake. Alicia smile and sped up too, doing this little waddling kind of thing - the girl just wasn't good at anything that required the slightest amount of exercise.
Alicia managed to get the Green Cafe with no serious injuries and Massie had a wide smile from watching the show. Every time Alicia came close to tripping Zack would lurch forward, child in hand, to make sure she didn't fall and hurt herself. It was sort of sweet, yet it felt kind of bittersweet to Massie. The Pretty Committee - minus Dylan - walked towards Table 18 and sat in their designated spots. Zack and Will moved Table 19 together with Table 18, but it still left two without a seat.
"Well, looks like we're gonna have to make a sacrifice here my Blockhead." Will proceeded to pick Massie up, while balancing a baby, and place her on his lap. Her utter shock of the situation left her paralyzed and unable to make an objection. "Hold on, I'll go and get some food."
Massie Block truly did not understand William Feuller. "You don't even know what I like!"
"I'll guess!" he shouted back.
"Hmm..." The raise of her eyebrow and the small amuse smile on Alicia's lips, should have clued Massie in on what she was thinking, but she was still too shocked by one Will Feuller's actions. Alicia tapped her nails on Massie's arm. "Now what was that?"
Massie turned towards Alicia and notice both her and Zack had self-satisfied smiles aimed at her. They were too alike for anyone's own good.
"I'm not sure I could tell you, even if I wanted to. He's absolutely insane." Massie watched him as he quickly cleared through the line, people parting to make room for him, and all the while he had a big wide grin on his face.
"I'll tell you something," Zack began, as Will walked towards them. "I think he's enjoying this baby assignment a lot."
Alicia let out a dainty laugh. "You can say that again."
Will had reached the table, he set down the trays. Massie's tray had her usual - which surprised her greatly. He smiled down at her, picked her up, and placed her on his lap. "Finally, I'm starving."
In order to eat, he had to bring the food up to his lips, which was directly above Massie's head. "I swear, you get food on my head I will-"
She was interrupted by a tap on her shoulder, she turned around alittle annoyed by what she saw. "Hello Derrick."
End Chapter. Umm to explain something real quick. Profe basically means teacher. Profe is short for el profesor if the teacher is male or la profesora if the teacher is a female. Just to clear that up. Hope you enjoy this! Tell me what you think!
Layta -Relient-Only
