Forgot to do: Disclaimer: I don't own the Clique, but I own the plot! I mean I've got to take some credit, right? Please don't think I'm snooty, I just think every author should take some acknowledgement of their creativity to their stories.

Sit back, drink a few Strawnana Berry smoothies, and enjoy the long, entertaining chapter……

New York International Airport

6:16am

Next Day, beginning day of Malibu Week

"I am so-not a morning person!" Massie grouched. Uuugghhh, who in the world gets up like this? She thought. Grouchy and grumpy, Massie Block began her walk down the "runway" to her airplane. Looking slimming in a cute bright green Calvin Klein sundress, skinny, tanned legs, oversized green and white polka-dot Coach Sunglasses, white D&G heels , Massie strutted her way down to her family's private jet. Wondering why her car didn't just drive her all the way to the plane and why she had to walk in a public area, she noticed hot, way older guys waving at her and whistling, giving her props for her short dress, and skinny legs to show off. Knowing this wasn't the absolute most dazzling entrance, it would have to do anyways.

Finally, something to show off I'm extremely rich. She thought. When she reached her private terminal, looking outside the window, she saw her bright purple jet stunning for the crowd to admire.

Lucky enough not to have to drag her carry-on's with her, she said bye-bye to her beloved audience, air-kissed a few guys, and she strutted her way off to Malibu. Oh, I'm loving this already. Massie thought.

She climbed aboard her heavy-duty plane, and said a polite, but yet snooty hello to some of the workers aboard. In a few seconds, Massie settled into her own deluxe purple couch and was delivered her favorite smoothie, Strawnana Berry, fresh, from a nearby "Robek's" and was speed-reading through some fashion magazine she didn't know the name of. Ahh, it's good to feel important. She thought. Massie rolled her eyes at her own thought, but hey, you had to feel the rich sometimes. Her family wasn't the richest of all the families in Westchester, but they definitely still spoiled their only daughter.

Saying cya to her glorious NY, and waving hello to Malibu, she smiled and looked out the window. Sadly, her adorable little pug wasn't allowed in Malibu, they had some rule against them. Anyways, Bean would've been happier at home.

After 3 hours of watching movies, eating herself full, then exercising on a treadmill all on the plane, she decided to take a nice 1-hour nap, and then call Claire and Cam. She needed to give them some heads-up on tonight's plans.

Climbing into her "King" Size bed, with a purple/white comforter on top, she asked the pilot to crank the air-conditioner and she easily snoozed away. As she slept, she wondered, what Derrick was doing right 

at the exact moment. Then she remembered Cam, his cute two-colored eyes, his adorable hair, his slim body next to hers, he was exactly like Derrington, maybe a little bit better. Falling asleep into deep thought, she forgot that it was kind of odd to like your best friend.

"Massie, please wake up. We are about to land in 15 minutes, and we'd like you to strap tight." A polite, blonde lady said as she shook Massie awake.

"Huh? Ww-hhat?" Massie muttered. Suddenly, she widened her eyes, and instantly awoken. Massie understood now, and quickly got up. She didn't want to one of the workers to see her hair messy and all her expensive make-up smeared on her pillow.

"I'm sorry about the sheets." Massie lied, she really only cared about fixing herself before they landed.

"It's alright. Freshen up quick. We'll be landing soon." And with that, the lady walked away back to the pilot's cabin.

Massie hopped out of bed, fixed her dress, brushed her hair, and reapplied some Chanel make-up. Only now had she realized she had over-slept. Quickly, Massie grabbed her Burberry bag, and her new purple "Envy" phone, and started to text Claire. After that, she would text Cam. Cam and Claire had both agreed that they would buy their own plane tickets in "first-class", that they didn't want to ride in Massie's private jet. What Massie didn't know, was that really, they planned to buy "coach" tickets. They both knew that if Massie found out what seats they really bought, she would've punished them, BAD.

(A/N: I know usually people can't use their phones on planes, but all of them are very close in range to land, so they have small service. Make sense?)

MASSIE: hey, I'm landing, wher r u?

CLAIRE: already at the hotel

MASSIE: realy? that soon?

CLAIRE: yep :) we're going to a party 2nite rite?

MASSIE: uh-huh. Let's meet in the lobby at 10:30 tonight.

CLAIRE: okay. Cya then

MASSIE: ciao! :)

CLAIRE: w8, wat should I wear??

Massie ignored Claire's last text. She really needs to learn on her own. Massie thought.

In the next 5 minutes, she text with Cam:



MASSIE: hola! r u ther yet?

CAM: Nope. Me and ?? r still on the plane.

MASSIE: realy? I'm just landing, my guest is already ther.

CAM: good. So the plan, is set? We're meeting at the party w/our guests' right?

CAM: and no, I will not tel u who my guest is

MASSIE: but, pls?

CAM: no, u'll c in time!

MASSIE: fine, party-pooper.

CAM: cya, babe!

Massie was too stunned to answer. Did he just call her his babe? Or was it just a term, guys used? Either way, she didn't reply. Anyways, the plane had landed and she was ready as ever to strut right out and show everyone why she's totally famous in Malibu. Massie was ready to stun hearts, and could face anything.

--xx--

Lobby, Woodfin Hotel

10:15pm

Same day, Night

"Ku-laire, let's party!" Massie shouted from across the lobby. Claire turned her blonde head towards Massie and instantly smiled.

"Hey Mass. I'm ready are you?" Claire asked.

"Do I look ready? Of course, I do, don't answer that!" Massie pointed down to her outfit. She was wearing a very sleek dark blue dress, with a V-neck line. Wearing 14-carat diamond necklaces, a sliver-headband and bright purple flats, she looked absolutely stunning.

"You look great." Claire reassured. She was wearing a hot white blazer, with a green, long tank pulling out. With Prada white flats, and some chunky jewelry she looked like a solid 9.1

Linking arms, they strolled along towards their long, black limo that was awaiting their dreamy arrival. Soon after a mere 10 minutes, they arrived at their long-awaited destination. Grabbing their wristlets, making sure their lip gloss was pure, they grabbed each other's arms again and walked through the press and crowd looking like angels, but with style.

"Wow, look at these people." Claire shouted. Massie replied with a nod, and a smile.

"Claire, can we just head in now?" Massie shouted. Massie and Claire air-kissed their beloved fans, gave a few curtsies, and walked up to the entrance.

"Names?" A tall, strong-looking security guy asked. He didn't even look up from his clipboard which was stacked with papers.

"Don't you know who we are?" Massie asked, rolling her eyes.

"What? Oh you're William Block's daughter right?" The man asked, looking up from his clipboard. He motioned to go inside, while saying, "Your other guests are already there."

Massie nodded, said a quick, "Thanks.", then headed off, still linking arms with Claire.

Claire quickly spotted a few guys sitting at the bar, and pointed at them, asking if that was them. She had never seen them before, so she had no idea what the mysterious guys we were supposed to meet looked like.

Massie shook her head. That's definitely not Cam and his special guest. She thought, seeing the bulky, heavy, young guys drinking their heads off.

And suddenly, she saw them. Massie pointed to them, and Claire knew it was them. Massie and Claire skipped on over. Shortly after Massie saw Cam and his friend, she wished she hadn't. Massie recognized the brown shaggy hair, muscular arms, and plaid shorts, she wanted to lock herself in a closet, and eat the key herself. Claire had no idea what was going on so she let go of Massie and quickly introduced herself. She was proud and happy, knowing it couldn't get any better than that. On the other hand, Massie thought she was going to puke. What's going on? She thought. Cam wouldn't bring him, he just wouldn't!

"Hi, I'm Claire. You must be Cam?" Claire asked, looking at Cam.

He nodded, and looked over Claire's shoulder and tried to find Massie. He motioned to his friend, that that was his oh-so-popular best friend, Massie. The guy nodded, not really seeing her, but smiled anyways. His friend wasn't exactly happy to be there at the moment. At the same time, Massie walked on over, placing a fake smile on her pretty, smooth face, and was ready to face the worst.

"Massie?" Cam shouted, waving at her.

"Massie??" Derrick Harrington screamed.

"Derrick?" Massie shrieked.

"Why are we shouting?" Claire questioned.

Derrick and Massie kept screaming, and their mouths hung open for a long time, until they both understood what was going on.

"Look, Mass, D, lemme explain." Cam started.

"Don't." Derrick interrupted. He got up from their table, and started walking away through the crowd toward the back. Claire chased after him, not knowing what was going on, and tried to introduce herself again. "Wait!" You could faintly hear her shout to him.

"Mass-"Cam tried.

"Why did you bring him?" Massie started to cry.

"I wanted to get him over the break-up, I didn't know you would be so upset." Cam finished, comforting her, and starting to pull her into him.

She stopped crying, almost as quickly as she started, and got up.

"No. I'm fine. Let's just dance." Massie said confidently.

"Are you sure?" Cam said.

"Yea, definitely."

Massie and Cam got up to dance, and danced like they were boyfriend-girlfriend, but really they were just best friends, dancing in the perfect motion and body. But soon, they broke apart, and noticed something disturbing that broke the world's heart.

And, suddenly, something nobody expected to happen. Derrick and Claire reappeared back from the crowd. They showed everyone something no one seemed to think would happen. As the two walked back to Cam and Massie, Claire and Derrick were, well, kissing.

The two were stuck in a lip-lock, not pulling away at all as they helped each other walk back to Cam and Massie.

"What the he--?" Massie shrieked.

But Claire and Derrick couldn't hear her, or they didn't want to. They were making out, apparently the cutest couple at the party. Considering, the whole party crowd had started drinking and dancing and were staring at the hot, new couple hitting it off.

They didn't flirt, they didn't need words, they just needed each other.

And when you have everyone you need, others can get jealous. They can get jealous real fast. Maybe even faster than a week.