Sixteen and Never Been Dissed
A Clique AU Fan Fiction Series
Chapter 4: The Quadruple Date

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Claire Lyons couldn't believe she'd fallen into such an obvious trap set by Massie Block. Was she stupid? She'd never thought so, but clearly Massie had a reason to think so, and Claire was only giving her more reason to believe that about her. She had foolishly allowed Massie and her friends to get her all dressed up and dolled up before blindly following them into Pinkberry's and ordering an original yogurt (following Alicia's advice) with gummies on top (not listening to anybody's advice). And now she was stuck in a booth by herself because she and her 'date' couldn't fit in the booth with the PC and their own dates. And she was having the worst time in her entire life.

The boy she was with was the opposite of ugly, as he had a lovely body and towered over Claire's petit frame. He had a full head of thick, soft and bouncy girls in a deep shade of auburn. His eyes were wide, innocent and an icy shade of blue. He had tanned skin and wore straight leg, faded denim jeans with a black sweatshirt over a grey graphic tee shirt and converse-sweet converse that Claire hadn't seen on anybody in Westchester yet.

But he had this problem whenever he breathed, making the most obnoxious sound Claire had ever heard. And he was just so boring. They had nothing in common and it was clear that the other guys didn't like him anymore than the girls liked Claire.

There was only one positive thing that was coming from the date from hell, and that was the adorable boy that Kristen was cuddling up next to. Cameron Fisher with his adorable, sloppy black hair that fell into his face. And that only accented how beautiful his eyes were. He had two different colored eyes, one in an icy shade of crystal blue and the other was a minty shade of lime green. He was pale with solid, strong muscles. He was insanely tall, at least compared to Claire, and he was the only one who did anything other than greet her with a quick 'hello' before turning back to his required date for the evening. And he kept looking over at her, giving her a reassuring smile and shaking his head whenever he looked over at Vader. And he'd almost seemed angry that Vader was there with Claire.

But, there was no way a guy like that could be jealous of a guy who was with Claire, especially when he was with a girl like Kristen.


Alicia Rivera couldn't wait for this night to be over.

It wasn't that she had any faults with Kemp. She actually thought he was pretty adorable, with his curly blonde hair cut close to his head and his hard set of muscles to define her abs and her arms. His eyes were a deep shade of brown that she could get lost in and she loves talking to him. He was absolutely hilarious. She hadn't stopped laughing the entire night. But the problem was that he just didn't seem as interested in her as he should. In fact, besides staring at her ass whenever he got the chance, and her chest as much as he could, he was acted as if he wished he were somewhere else.

Which was fine with her, because she felt nothing more than sisterly love towards the boy sitting besides her with an arm carelessly draped over the booth, acting as if it were around her shoulder, when it really wasn't. She was sure she could find a guy who was better suited for her. But still, she'd never once heard about a boy not acting as if he were the luckiest guy in the world for getting a chance to be on a date with Alicia.

She sighed, running a hand through her hair as she tried to get back into the conversation she'd tuned out of about thirty minutes ago. She'd gotten lost in thought thinking about how she actually felt a little bit bad for Claire. Well, she would feel bad for the blonde if she wasn't acting as if she wanted Massie to be her best friend. It wasn't that Alicia was jealous of the loser beyond repair, but she didn't like how she was acting as though she deserved a friendship with Massie's, and she didn't like the fact that Massie was allowing her to intrude on their personal Pretty Committee business as if she had a right to do so. Alicia was Massie's best friend and since she was an only child, she had never had to learn how to share. So, she really didn't know what she was supposed to do with Claire.

"So, anyways, this transfer kid from Hotchiss? Kris, I swear to god you have got to see him play! He's insanely good. Almost as good as Derrick, that lucky son of a bitch," Kemp was saying, shaking his head in amazement.

"Wait-hold on...new kid? At Briarwood? Details!" Alicia said, shooting forward into attention as she slammed her hand against the tables to get attention back on her in order to make sure people would pay attention to her and answer her questions. "Well? Can anybody tell me anything about him? Puh-lease!" She said, rolling her eyes because she knew how desperate her words were making her seem.

"He got expelled for pulling the fire alarm," Cam spoke up, looking relieved to have an excuse to disentangle himself from Kristen who had been getting closer and closer to him all night. "He's on the soccer team. We're pretty good friends. I'm actually surprised that Derrick invited Vader instead of him tonight, but according to him, Massie specifically asked for Vader because she thought he'd be good with Claire," He said and Alicia couldn't help but take in the jealous tone that was there beneath his words. A devious grin started to form across her face as an idea struck her.

"Interesting," Alicia said thoughtfully, sneaking her phone out of her purse and leaning back against the back of the booth, typing up a quick text to Massie.

She was sure that Massie would be pissed at her for interrupting her date, but when she found out all of the gossip that Alicia was learning throughout the night, she would get over it. And then Claire would indefinitely be out and Alicia would have her spot guaranteed. There would be no reason to fear being replaced.

She smirked to herself as she snuggled into a corner, moving away from Kemp and sharing a look with Dylan, giving her a wink to make sure she was aware that Alicia had everything under control. Maybe Alicia needed a date for homecoming, but she had this transfer kid from Hotchkiss to fall back on because Kemp clearly wasn't working. And from watching the interactions between Kemp and Kristen all night, it was clear that Kemp was interested in Kristen. Cam was clearly not into Kristen, even if Kristen was acting as if she were crazy about the oddly eyed boy. And Dylan and Plovert had been in their own little world for most of the night, only breaking away from one another's eyes when they honestly had no other choice in what to do.


She can fuck you good, but I can fuck you betta

"Is that your phone?" Derrington chuckled, sliding his hands down Massie's waist and resting them on her hips, palms facing downwards so he could cup her ass once they stopped moving. "Or a promise?" He growled before kissing her neck.

"It's my phone," She mumbled. "It's Alicia," She sighed, rolling away from him and grabbing her purse.

They'd been cuddled up together in the back of Derrick's truck-he was already sixteen-with her lying on top of him as they enjoyed a very physical make-out session that was honestly against every single one of Massie's rules. She always played hard to get and she never did anything like this. She'd only kissed one boy before in her life and that had been Cam Fisher in a game of spin the bottle at Alicia's birthday party freshman year.

"Oh? Sounds like a good time when you two are together," he teased her as she rolled her eyes, grabbing her phone and reading the message.

Alicia Rivera: Can we have a sleepover tonight? Majot GP for you!

"She wants to have a sleepover tonight. I'm going to have to leave soon," Massie pouted.

"Come here," He sighed, sitting up and holding his arms out for her. She smiled as she crawled across the bed of the truck and onto his lap, cuddling into his embrace. "Do I really have to let you go? I haven't even figured out what we are yet," He said, nuzzling her neck with his lips, parting them just a bit to suck on her skin gently. She purred against his touch.

"What do you mean?" Massie frowned.

"Are you my girlfriend, Block? Or are you still obsessing over Cam?" He teased her, staring into her eyes with a serious expression.

"Do you want me to be? Because after tonight, I'm wondering who this Cam guy is," She said in a playful manner back, wanting the Derrington that she'd left Slice of Heaven with back. He was much better than this serious one who kept appearing whenever Cam was mentioned. "Why are you so serious?"

"Because I'm worried I'm going to lose you to Fisher, and I don't want that. So, if I have a guarantee that you're mine, I can be the guy you're so crazy about," He said, tapping her on the nose.

"You should know I'm not usually like this...the type to make out in the back of a car," She frowned, suddenly concerned that he might not like her if she wasn't the easy type of girl.

"I know. As much as I like this side of you, I like your usual self better. The one who always keeps me guessing. But, seriously-I need to know that you're mine and only mine or I can't be this funny all the time," He said.

"I don't remember being asked a certain question..."She said thoughtfully.

"Block," He groaned, pressing his forehead against hers. "Will you please be my girlfriend?" He asked.

"Of course," She said, pressing a kiss to his lips before unlocking her phone to type a reply to her friend.

Massie Block: I'll meet you at my house in twenty minutes. Don't let the others know you're sleeping over. BFF secrets for you that you need to know first!

Alicia Rivera: Leaving now!

"Massie Block is my girlfriend..."Derrington said in disbelief. "Massie Block is mygirlfriend. Massie Block is my girlfriend. Massie Block is my girlfriend. Massie Block is my girlfriend. Massie Block is my girlfriend," He said, shaking his head as she climbed off of the bed of the truck and made her way towards the cab, waiting for him to unlock the doors with a confident smirk on her face.

Everything was how it should be.


"Hey, Dylan! Wait!" Chris Plovert was chasing after the Pretty Committee, his blondish-brown hair glistening with the gel he used to make sure it never strayed out of place and his blue-green eyes bright and sparkling.

One by one, the three remaining members of the Pretty Committee who weren't on individual dates turned around.

First was Alicia, a look of disbelief on her face that Dylan was the one who was going to end up with positive results that Massie would love to know about and appreciate her for. Then there was Kristen with a smile, because her best friend was either going to get asked on another date or asked to be the girlfriend of a guy she had clearly fallen for in no time at all, a sign of true love and affection. And then there was Dylan.

A large smile was plastered on her face, the same smile that she'd had on her face for most of the date. Actually, if she was following Massie's rule, the smile wouldn't be there. So, she quickly turned the amazed smile into a tighter one, to display a little less happiness. After all, she didn't want to give Plovert too much power, even if he was completely adorable and totally hilarious and really sweet...god, she couldn't keep the smile from turning into a bright, happy and cheerful smile that revealed just how excited she was to be near him and that he was chasing after her and her friends for a chance to talk to her, even after their date was technically over.

Of course, Vader had politely walked Claire back to the Range Rover, which none of the girls could understand. She had been nothing but rude to him throughout the entire date. She'd been albeit silent at the table with him and had been longingly staring at the table where the rest of the girls were with their dates. And it wasn't like she had a killer body that could distract a guy from her horrible personality. She was cute, but that wasn't something most high school girls wanted to be told. She was cute, in the same way that a little sister would be cute. She wasn't gorgeous, but Dylan was sure that she could be, with help from the right people. After all, in their careless ways, the Pretty Committee had already made her pretty, much better than her usual cute.

"Hey, Leesh-Kris, could I borrow Dylan for a second? I kind of wanted to talk to her in private," Plovert said, stuffing his hands into his pocket as he stared down at the ground, shuffling his feet as if he were more nervous than he had ever been before.

"I would say yes, because I'm a sucker for a boy wearing Ralph Lauren cologne, but...well, we have to bring Kuh-Laire back to Massie's place and she has a curfew. We're cutting it very close right now and I would hate to get her into trouble because we're late..."Alicia said thoughtfully, grabbing a loose strand of hair that was framing her face and twirling it mindlessly around her fingertips.

"Well, I mean...wait-why does Claire have to go to Massie's?" Plovert frowned. "I thought she wasn't really in the Pretty Committee," He asked.

"She's not." Alicia said, dropping her hand and her teasing nature gone as she took on a serious and blunt tone. "Her father is an old friend of Massie's dad and he took pity on the entire Lyons' pack so, since they're too poor to get their own house, they're free loading-I mean living-in Massie's guesthouse for a year. It's actually very nice of the Blocks, don't you think? And Massie's trying to help Claire adjust in Westchester, but as you can tell, she's not helpful. I mean, she's pretty much isolating herself away from everybody else, isn't she? Or is it just me?" She said, trying to go back to her teasing self as she resumed twirling a strand of hair around her fingertips, looking up at the rest of the group from beneath her eyelashes in a way that she knew made her look innocent.

"Well...listen, I really just need, like five minutes. Please Alicia? I promise I won't go over that. Seriously, five minutes can't throw you guys that off track, can it? She's not going to miss curfew because of five little minutes, is she?" He asked, a hopeful smile on his face and Alicia could tell from his eyes that he was pleading with her to just give him a little bit of time. But he didn't realize that Alicia wasn't concerned about anybody but herself. She was playing to her own agenda and it was ridiculous that everybody seemed ready to mess that up for her. She needed to get to Massie's immediately.

"It takes us fifteen minutes to get to Massie's place and we need to be there in twenty. If we catch traffic or anything defers us to make us get off track, Claire's going to get into major trouble and so will Massie because she promised both of their mother's that Claire would be back in time for curfew if she was allowed to go and hang out with people Judy had never even met before, despite Kendra's promises that we were all amazing kids. I'm sorry, Plovert, but I just can't allow it." Alicia said, turning on her heel and grabbing Dylan's arm, dragging her with her as she started to walk again.

Alicia was not allowing Dylan to be the first member of the Pretty Committee with a boyfriend. Massie and herself had been the first two to ever get kissed, first Alicia by her first ever boyfriend back in Spain and then Massie by Cam during a game of spin the bottle the previous year. Kristen and Dylan hadn't even been kissed yet. They weren't allowed to immediately jump into first place when it came to relationships and interactions with males.

"I could give her a-"Plovert said, but nobody ever heard the end of that.

Alicia had already opened the door and shoved Dylan inside and was in the process of pushing Kristen in as well. She rolled her eyes as she lifted herself up into the Range Rover and took a seat, curling her feet up underneath her and looking up at the angry glances she was receiving from Dylan and Kristen.

"What?" She asked innocently. "I'm only following orders," She said with a devious smile.


"ALICIA!" Massie squealed excitedly as her best friend entered her bedroom. She tumbled off of her bed and raced towards the Spanish girl standing in the doorway, wrapping her arms tightly around her as she tackled her to the ground in a hug. "I have so much to tell you!" She giggled.

"Alright! Just let me go," Alicia laughed, pushing Massie off of her and rising to her feet. "What happened with Derrington?" She asked, making her way towards Massie's dresser and opening the bottom drawer, the one that was reserved for her clothing that she kept at Massie's for last minute sleepover emergencies.

She pulled out a pair of cotton Victoria's Secret short shorts and jersey styled Victoria's Secret sleepwear shirt that was white and red with a giant number 1 on the front and PINK on the back. She quickly changed and then climbed onto Massie's bed, sitting with her legs curled underneath her across from her best friend who was hugging her knees close to her chest, resting her chin on the top of her knees with a devious smile as she watched her friend.

Massie was already in pajamas, an outfit very similar to Alicia's except it was in blue and silver. Her wet hair was twisted into a braid so that it would be crimply and wavy the next morning when she awake. Her face was scrubbed clean of make-up. Nobody, not even Dylan and Kristen, was allowed to see her this way. But Alicia was different. She was the only one that got to see Alicia in her plain face and sloppy hair. That was the whole point of best friends.

"We kissed-alot," Massie whispered with bright, sparkling eyes.

"What? You never do that! That's nothing like you!" Alicia gasped.

"He asked me out, too!" Massie said, not bothering to respond to Alicia's exclamation. When something like this happened to Alicia, she would be able to understand who wonderful it was to be in love and to just want to stay by the person's side forever. But, until she finally had somebody that she felt about the way Massie felt about Derrington, she would never really know how you lose a sense of reality and kind of dive in a little too deep on your first attempt. You lose control the first time you get a taste, but the second time? Massie was sure she would be more prepared, now that she knew what there was to expect from being with a boy who sent of sparks of electricity the way that Derrington did for her. If it wasn't easier to control herself, she was screwed.

"Seriously? You guys are dating?" Alicia asked, receiving a nod in response. "Then I feel a little bad about how I treated Dylan tonight..." SHe lowered her head. Massie flashed her a confused glance and Alicia shook her head. "Well, I knew that either you or I had to be the first one to be in a relationship, so when Plovert asked if he could talk to her alone for a minute, I knew he was going to ask her out and I knew she'd say yes. So I made up a bogus excuse for why she couldn't stay and chat and then I pretty much forced her and Kristen into the Range Rover. If I'd known that you and Derrington were a thing, I never would have done that. I would have let it go, but I panicked and I seriously didn't know," Alicia said with a sincere smile.

"You did the right thing," Massie said without thought. "One hundred percent," She nodded.

She was proud of Alicia. She'd been worried that she wouldn't be able to handle being the alpha for a night, but she had proved Massie wrong. Alicia had excelled and she had handled things almost as well as Massie would have herself. That was a sign of a good beta-they could handle being in charge for a little while, but everybody was still reminded that the alpha was the one who always did everything perfectly and completely right.

"So, how was the date?" She wondered.

"Kemp wants to bang Kristen. I don't know how that's going to work, because she couldn't stop touching Cam the entire night. Dylan and Plovert were perfect together. Cam looked absolutely disgusted by Kristen touching him non-stop, but he held it in. Of course, when he has a crush on another girl it's hard to enjoy another girl touching you, no matter how pretty." Alicia said.

"Who does Cam like?" Massie asked, popping up excitedly.

"Claire!" Alicia exclaimed.

"What?" Massie gasped.

"He kept sneaking little glances over at her and smiling at her. And he was super jealous of Vader-speaking of, Kemp kept referring to Derrington as a lucky son of a bitch," Alicia said, leaning in and whispering it to her confidentially.

"Derrington mentioned that Kemp was into me," Massie nodded thoughtfully. "He also said that Plovert was...oh, I got you a date tomorrow night. It's a double date with me and Derrington. I kind of figured things wouldn't work with you and Kemp-no offense-because Derrington said he thought Kris was nerdy-hot and whatever. Anyways, there's this transfer kid from Hotchkiss, named Josh Hotz. You're his date," Massie said brightly.

"You are the absolute best! Kemp was telling us about him. He sounds delicious," Alicia giggled in excitement.

"And he's your date for tomorrow night. Oh, check out my outfit?" Massie said, nodding towards her old Massie-quin that was sitting besides the new one.

The old one was clearly for her date, and was wearing a pair of high waisted dark denim jeans that were sure to make her ass look even better than usual. Tucked into it was a white ruffle front tank top blouse. Black wedges that wrapped around her ankle and covered her entire foot with a tiny little peep toe at the front sat on her feet and a silver purse dangled from the hand. Wrapped around the waist was a black and silver thick, stretchy belt.

"Totally a ten!" Alicia said.

"Good-I was thinking you could wear your black high waisted skirt with that new white crop top and a red belt with a red purse and a pair of black pumps." Massie said brightly.

"Love the sound of it-we'll be matching and we'll look like the best friends we are without over doing it," Alicia said happily.


Claire Lyons wanted to die.

She had just been on the worst date of her life and then stranded in a limo with Kristen who hadn't shut up about how wonderful her date had gone with Cam, even though she was thinking that Kemp was so much cuter-as long as Alicia was sure she wasn't into him.

Then there had been Dylan, who was going on and on about how she was sure that Plovert was going to ask her out that night, but Alicia had ruined it because she wouldn't allow them just a few minutes to talk to one another in private. Surprisingly, Alicia had been the only one they could withstand, because she hadn't said a word. She'd just sat there texting somebody the entire ride, until Kristen was out of the car and Dylan as well.

As soon as they were gone she has slid across the glossy leather seats and tapped on the glass that divided herself and Claire from the driver. When the glass had been lowered, she had informed Isaac that the next stop was the Block Estate, because Alicia would be sleeping over at Massie's that night. As soon as the glass was up again, she had slid back to her seat and smiled over at Claire, taking on a pleasant persona. That had scared Claire because Alicia had been nothing but miserable to her since she had met the gorgeous girl. She was sure the pretty girl had some tricks up her sleeve, but she had never been one to accuse anybody of anything.

Still, when Alicia had started to ask her questions about her date and if she had found an interest in any of the other boys, promising that she wouldn't tell anybody what Claire said in response, Claire had given vague answers and lied whenever she possibly could. She wasn't going to give Alicia anything that she could hold over her, because any secrets that were shared between Alicia and anybody else were secrets that were told to Massie, Dylan and Kristen. Then, the entire Pretty Committee would know and Claire's secrets wouldn't be safe. She would forever know that if she rebelled against them, all of her secrets would be revealed and she would be screwed. She didn't trust any of those girls as far as she could throw them and she was sure she was right to do so.

And now she couldn't even get any peace in her own bedroom in her own house-so what if it was technically property of the Blocks? She and her family had 'ownership' of the building until her dad had the money to get them the hell out of there and far away from Massie Block. All she could see from her bedroom window was the light on in Massie's bedroom and the shadow of two girls giggling and goofing around while they traded secrets and told stories. Claire had never once had a friend that she could invite at the last minute to sleep over, especially on a school night. From what Alicia had told her in the Range Rover, Alicia and Massie did things like this so often they each had a drawer full of clothes at one another's houses so they didn't have to worry about what to wear the next day.

She crossed her arms over her chest as she pouted in her bed. If she wasn't going to get any sleep, she might as well try to contact her friends in Florida. She slipped out of bed and made her way towards the computer sitting on her desk-she wasn't allowed to have a cell phone or a laptop-and slid into the desk chair. She logged onto her SKYPE-because god forbid she had a Facebook or a Twitter or anything that could be considered a public website. It had taken months of begging with her parents to get the permission to get a SKYPE. And her friends had had to get their parents to help convince them as well.

She had a new contact request, and bit her lip when she saw the name, FISHER95. Cam Fisher would have been born in either 1995 or 1996. She bit her bottom lip, holding back a smile as she immediately hit accept. She couldn't wait for a message to pop up from him, but she refused to be the first one to send one. He could have just requested her in order to add to his own contact list. It really didn't mean anything.

She leaned back in her seat, remembering just how adorable he was. He was, without a doubt, the cutest boy she had ever met in her entire life. He was the cutest boy she had ever seen in her entire life, and that was including movie stars and singers.

She prayed that he would send her a message.

FISHER95: Claire Lyons, right?
CLAIREBEAR: That's me
FISHER95: Is your brother Todd?
CLAIREBEAR: Unfortunately
FISHER95: He's a cool kid.
CLAIREBEAR: Not when your his sister.
FISHER95: Sounds like my brother
CLAIREBEAR: How was your date?
FISHER95: Just about as good as yours
CLAIREBEAR: I'm sorry then
FISHER95: Vader's harmless
CLAIREBEAR: He's not my type
FISHER95: What is your type?
CLAIREBEAR: Guys that can breath through their nose
FISHER95: Well, I'm 1 for 1 so far ;) Is that all it takes?
CLAIREBEAR: I like musicians. IDK why, but it's cute
FISHER95: 2 for 2-not bad!
CLAIREBEAR: You're a musician?
FISHER95: I play bass. Derrick Harrington and I are in a band
CLAIREBEAR: Who else is in it?
FISHER95: D plays the drums, Plovert plays guitar, Kemp does keyboard
CLAIREBEAR: Who sings?
FISHER95: None of us!
CLAIREBEAR: The guy Massie Block went on a date with is only a drummer?
FISHER95: By choice. He plays guitar, too-anything else to be your guy?
CLAIREBEAR: He shouldn't act like a total Westchester guy. He should be fun
FISHER95: Am I fun?
CLAIREBEAR: I don't really know you...
FISHER95: Well, 2 out of 3 ain't bad. And I'll prove that I'm 3 out of 3 soon enough
CLAIREBEAR: How?
FISHER95: Wanna go out tomorrow night?
CLAIRBEAR: Seriously?
FISHER95: I wouldn't joke about that.

Claire double checked to make sure her webcam wasn't turned on and spun around on her chair, giving out a muffled excited squeal. She had a date with Cam Fisher. And he was flirting with her. He actually liked her. Maybe Westchester wouldn't be all that bad.