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Chapter 3

I am terrible sorry. But I pinky-swear to start updating more. God, I haven't up dated in so long. Anyway, now that summer's around the corner, I'll be able to write more!

-A

Massie's POV

Me, Karissa, and Ceci linked arms as we sashayed through the crowded halls, our purses swaying in unison, our heels clicking to a chorus. The bitchy Lohan-tanned blondes I had encountered in the bathroom were holding up the line at the front door, gossiping and chattering.

"Uch, who are those fashion senseless losers?" Ceci sneered, her glossed upper lip curled in disgust.

"They look like they just walked offa "What Not to Wear, Ever" manual." Karissa snorted.

"Those were the loser bitches who tried to insult me in the loo."

"They're not just any bitchy girls, they're the Sexy Backs."

All three of us whip-turned to see a LBR with frizzy blonde curls and soft

coffee eyes, holding a stack of books. Wire-rimmed glasses were perched on her pale freckle-covered button nose, and she had to perpetually push them up as they slid down. I couldn't help thinking that with a little mascara, some blush, a dab of sheer lip gloss, a smudge of eyeliner, and a bit concealer, this mystery girl would be a perfect addition to my new clique, the British Babydolls.

"Um, who are you?"

"Delancey Jacksons."

"So those group of stupid air-headed overly-orange trashy bitches call themselves the "Sexy Backs?!" Ceci piped up, a look of utter revulsion plastered on her pretty face.

"London to a brick, that is definitely the stupidest name ever." Karissa added.

Delancey shrugged. "So why are they so "important? I asked, air-quoting "important".

"Well, they're the most popular clique around here at KISS. Trust me, you don't want them for an enemy."

"Ehmagawd, are you for reals? Those idiotic good-for-nothings are the most popular? Ehma-are you kidding me! We're so going to make them OUT. I was the alpha, the uncontested ruler of my exclusive New Yorkprivate school, where the losers dressed better than those brainless boneheads. They don't follow the uniform code either."

"Hate to burst your bubble, Mass; but anyone would have better fashion taste than them." Ceci smugly joked.

I rolled my eyes playfully and lightly slapped her on the arm. "Oh, shut up Ceci."

Karissa let out a lort (laugh-snort) and pointed at the doors. The so-called ringleader of their sorry little band of fake losers had tripped over her ugly spray-paint colored stilettos and face-planted on the gleaming wood.

"I feel bad for the floor; I mean, it must be disgusting to be so close to someone so ugly." I quipped; making my voice loud enough to carry across the hall.

Ceci burst into a fit of laughter while Karissa laughed so hard that no sound came out, leaving her clapping like a retarded seal. I smugly smirked and glanced around; only to a shocking sight. Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE; was stunned into silence. They were all just gaping at me like goldfish in a toilet bowl; shocked. I creased my brow in confusion. My insult couldn't have stunned an entire hallway full of people into silence. At OCD, if I had insulted some rival wannabe, everyone would have be clapping and cheering and swarming me like I was Beyonce on my sold-out tour. But the only people who were reacting normally were Ceci and Karissa. Strange. Two blondes, one with orangutan orange highlights and another with hot pink streaks; dropped their cheap canvas totes onto the wooden floor and rushed to help their fallen leader. Once she regained her footing, the bitchy leader whip-turned with narrowed eyes. She stomped her way over here, her heels punctuating the floor. It sounded like gunshots. I noticed how people seemed to shrink away from the blonde entourage. LBRs seemed to melt into the gunmetal grey lockers; and the nerdy losers scurried out of their warpaths like frightened mice seeking shelter.

Where they really that intimidating? Delancey made what sounded like a whimper and moved to hide behind me. Ceci clammed up and poked Karissa in the ribs, causing Karissa to immediately shut up. It was completely silent. You could hear a pin drop, the merest whisper of wind, a butterfly's wing beat. It was that quiet. For a moment, everybody else's scared and timid and overall loser-like cowardice made me scared too. It made me want to drop to the floor in fetal position and beg for mercy from the alpha. Then I snapped out of it. Seriously? I was Massie Block. That alone should've scared the blonde bitches sightless. Guess I'd have to show them.

I narrowed my fierce amber eyes and stepped forward to meet the humiliated leader.

"Back for more?"

It was hilarious, watching the fury and shock finally registering on the ringleader's face. She was beaten, and she knew it.

"Who do you think you are? Do you think you can just march into MY school and take over as leader?"

"Well, as far as I see, I already did."

Audible gasps arose, not only from the audience we had, but from the blonde foursome. Ceci and Karissa smirked and snickered. I saw the blonde leader's jaw clench, and her eye twitch, and her hands clench. She meant to menacingly approach me, but it didn't faze me at all. She took a menacing step forward, daring me with her eyes to step up. It was either fight or flight. But anyone who knew Massie Elizabeth Block knew that I never backed down from a fight.

"You did not just go there."

"You bet I did."

"You wanna go?"

"Bring it."

The girl's mouth hung open as if she was about to say something, then left it hanging; seeing that she had run out of seemingly clever retorts. I reached over and pushed her jaw closed.

"That's right. Run out of things to say? I'm surprised you were able to think of anything to come out of your stupid mouth anyways."

"You-"

"Just humiliated you and took over? I think so."

Shocked and angry silence.

Seething, the blonde aimed one final desperate glare at me before storming away with her blonde quartet in tow. I smirked as I watched them run away. That's right. Run, run, as fast as you can. Massie Block has finally arrived.

I strutted into the café with Ceci, Karissa, and Delancey (I guess she just became a tail) trailing behind me. I threw open the café doors and allowed them to bang shut behind me. I led my girls to the best and most central table. A slow trickle of shocked survivors streamed into the café. Whispers permeated the air, and once again; they were about me. That's right, KISS. You better watch your backs from now on.


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-A