A/N: Here's Chapter 4!! Hope you like it!! I only got one review for the last chapter. :( And 7 reviews total. :( :( Please Read and Review people!!

Disclaimer: Don't own the Clique (well, technically, I own the Chick Clique, but I meant I don't own the Pretty Committee)

Octavian Country Day School

The Bomb Shelter

Tuesday, September 11th

10:27 A.M.

If there was ever a time that the Pretty Committee needed the bomb shelter more than anything, it was now. So it must have been a gift from the gawds that Mr. Michaels, their aging world history teacher, let them off early, because he thought he heard the bell ring for dismissal. The PC and the rest of the class didn't bother to correct him.

Now they were bounding down the cold stone stairs that led to OCD's boiler room, which smelled like a dirty aquarium, and stopped in front of the door to the bomb shelter.

Alicia's boobs bounced up and down as she ran down the steps, preferring to hold her Louis Vuitton open-toed pumps than attempt to run in them.

"Leesh, hurry up!" Massie giggled. "More running, less bouncing."

"Por fuh-vor." The Spanish beauty rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "You guys need to slow down!"

Massie reached into her tan-colored bra and pulled out the tiny gold key that gave them access to the ah-mazing room.

She turned the doorknob and pushed the heavy door open. And what she saw on the other side of the door made her want to scream.

The Chick Clique was in her bomb shelter. Her luxurious, secret hideout that she had been looking forward to having to herself and the Pretty Committee more than a pair of limited edition Marc Jacobs since the second she heard about it. The Chick Clique was already out to steal her popularity. And now her bomb shelter? This could nawt be happening.

But it was.

"What is going awn?" Massie practically yelled.

"I'll tell you what's 'going on.'" Bliss smirked. "We're in, and you're out. Face it, Massie. You're no longer an alpha."

"No, I'll tell you what's 'going on.'" Massie snapped.

But just then, the door to the bomb shelter swung open, revealing yet another alpha clique. Skye Hamilton stood in the doorway, the DSL Daters behind her.

"Bliss!" Skye exclaimed, spreading her arms wide for a hug. "Ehmagosh, you look ah-mazing!"

"Thanks, cousin. I got this top from the guy who designs all of Bill Kaulitz's outfits." Bliss bragged. "He said he wants me to model for them. And who knows? I might even be on Tokio Hotel's next album cover." Bliss smiled, and shot another smirk at Massie.

"Cousin?" Massie was stunned. Talking to Skye was her last hope in getting the bomb shelter back, but that was no longer an option.

"Totally." Skye replied calmly. "Bliss has always been my fave cousin. Isn't it awesome that she goes here now?"

Massie didn't know how to respond. She felt like a LBR who just got bashed by a teacher. Violated, humiliated, and confused. She turned to face the PC, and their faces mirrored the shock that Massie felt. She channeled her inner-alpha to say something clever and snappy, but there must have been a bad connection, 'cause she thought of nothing.

"This cannot be happening." Massie muttered.

"Oh, but it is." Bliss said sweetly. "Auf Wiedersehen, Verlier Jensiets Repartur." And with that, she slammed the door in their faces.

The first thing Massie did when she got home was go straight to her Mac computer. She looked up "Verlier Jensiets Repartur" on Google Translator, and clicked the "Translate" button. Next to the words she typed were three new words in English. They were Loser, Beyond, and Repair.

"Ehmagod." Massie muttered. "She is so D2M."

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