A/N: i'm tired and very, very annoyed. my sister is being such a bitch. filler chapter. cliffhanger at end. next chapter you ladies can meet almost all of the clique.
and a late language warning for you.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Clique; all rightful owners associated with do.
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So you were born in an electrical storm.
Took a bite out of the sun, and saw your future in a machine built for two.
Now your rays make me go kind of crazy, shock and awe and amaze me.
Just a ticker tape and parade in me.
But something was wrong, 'till you tap danced on the air, in the night.
Screaming at the top of your lungs, you said:
"Come on, come on. Do what you want."
-OK Go, "Do What You Want"
xxThe Block Estatexx
Deep down, there was that sinking trench at the bottom of my heart. It fed lies that were certainly believable at once. And I, being that naive little girl (which was part of my shadow), believed them. Later on I learned that I shouldn't. That trust isn't something you give to just anyone. But sadly, that little girl is part of my shadow. And I can't do anything about it.
Which happens to be a dignity that led me to Paris. Maybe Paris would let me unwind to become the alpha I was born to be.
I stole the spotlight.
They praised my good edge. They praised my rough edge.
But that little girl inside of me, the same little girl whom I once trusted decisions with—betrayed me.
And Massie Block doesn't let anyone betray her.
So, she thought she was being smart by asking her father is he had a better chance to expand his beyond multi-trillion business empire.
He replied. "Westchester, New York."
The home of hundreds of average-earners, millionares, and a few billionares.
And that's the way she came here.
xxThe Riveria Estatexx
Alicia nodded, her raven waves spraying the air with a gust of Fekkai scented hairspray.
She was gazing into her old-Hollywood glamour mirror, giving up a fatal report.
Recalling Massie Block, she reminded herself of what she planned on telling everyone who noticed her.
"Well. I'm hailing from Spain, but I'm entering the Land of the Lullaby, there's absolutely no drama here, because my parents, Len and Nadia, needed a fresh breath of air."
There wasn't any male on this planet hot enough to tell anyone that she actually moved because her eternal wannabee of a beta became an alpha.
Not that she wasn't okay with being a beta, because she totally was. She just didn't want to be a degraded loser.
She came here because she wanted a fresh plate. A dry-cleaned start to begin her new life.
And Massie was going to help her through this plan. Although she recieved a fraction of the truth.
Alicia and Massie were only betas alone. Together they were alphas.
xxThe Block Estatexx
I whipped my brunette hair into a messy bun, and stuck my hip bone out.
A 9.4 at the greatest. It was only for bed. And I was lacking a sad amount of sleep.
There was a faint ding to my computer screen, as the electronical contraption gave itself a name proclaiming "iMac".
Alicia Riveria has sent you a friend request. ACCEPT or DENEY.
I nodded and clicked the "accept" button.
I scanned my username's profile, and gave half of an effort in conjuring up a new chatroom, "The Pretty Committee Strikes Back". TPCSB to everyone who wasn't on my contacts list.
Holagurrl: adore this chatroom. what do we use it for?
Massiekur: everything. if we want to be the alphas, then "the pretty committee" (myself and you) neeed to come out on top.
Holagurrl: oh, cool. well, if we want to be alphas; a makeover will be needed. us both. are you in?
Massiekur: when and where?
Holagurrl: the westchester, tommorrow, 10:00 A.M.
Massiekur: of course. i'll pick you up, what's your address?
Holagurrl: regent-bay avenue. we have the street all to ourselves. i'll inform the gatekeepers of you.
Massiekur: given. wait—you go to octavian country day, right?
Holagurrl: i start on tuesday.
Massiekur: if you didn't, you so know that i wouldn't be going, right?
Holagurrl: who would? ;)
I quickly signed out and found a small bit of myself out of the frigid water. Not out, but it felt as if Alicia had saved my head from hitting the surface again?
This feeling is undeniable. But I'm still denying.
xxThe Riveria Estatexx
I gave a small sliver of a smile and forfeited a huge sigh to all the luggage and brown paper boxes.
My heart was scattered across the surface.
I shook my loose waves, and searched for my Spanish red trunk that was supposedly under some what of this mess.
Once found, I could pick up that thin forest green Ralph camisole. I was thinking of pairing it with my denim poison of choice: 7 For All Mankind. Because Massie and I agreed that Juicy hoodies were a must-have for shopping in Westchester. We both actually didn't own one, so cardigans would have to work.
"Here it is." I slurred out, my voice was a bit worn from all the talking done. Thank God for AIM.
xxThe Block Estatexx
Dressing my new model was difficult with everything thrown around. I decided on a Splendid camisole with Rock & Republic jeans.
I recalled what Alicia and I had made in a trusty TPC handbook that we both had just declared rules for about an hour ago. The two copies were printed and ready to be handed out.
I swiveled around the candy-colored sweater in one hand.
The deep-pink color gave a reminder of my family's trip to a few exotic places when I was younger. I never wanted to leave the warm weather and white-sand beaches. Bridges were built for me. I dutifully crossed them all.
Therefore, I must not cry at any given time. Traveling around and leaving in an instant were parts that made my sanctuary that forced me to never cry.
I stumbled over to where my white duvet was currently laying, and gave unsuccessful attempts at piecing together a decent sleeping space.
Blowing a force of air through my mouth, Paris came to mind.
There was an unusual wind that whipped Massie Block's brunette locks against her glossed lips. That grabbed her green cashmere scarf; loosening it for play.
Her hand's instinct was to slap against her ears, as if they would erase the thoughts.
All thoughts were like the storming cloud of her own life.
xxthe founders are thinking the same thingxx
What. Will. Happen.
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