A/n: I do not own the Clique just the idea.

Guess what? I got some good news, I am not leaving ffnet. I have been thinking about it ever since I started writing this story and I can't imagine leaving ffnet. This story saved me from making probably what would have been the biggest mistake of my life. For my other stories still in progess I need inspiration along with ideas to finish them. My well is a little dry on them so please if you have an idea then let me know. I am open to ideas so just let me know. Since the last chapter was shorter this is longer 3,000 words to be exact.

Peace, love, and Halo.


Two weeks have passed since my little fiasco with Alicia Rivera and I have transformed myself into a triple threat girl. Since the day I ran out of school, I have been away working on new ideas for revenge but more importantly taking Alicia Rivera out. It sounds childish but she deserves it because all she is a bully. I thought she would be the one friend that I would have left after that devastating day the Pretty Committee had decided to part ways. Instead she turns into a royal pain, but I know her one weakness will always be her father. I intend on breaking her and I will not rest until I win.

I sauntered down the school corridor with my hair in perfect ringlets; I'm wearing my purple Ella Moss dress with my purple and black cheetah print Gucci high heels. Everyone had their eyes focused on me, surprised that I have finally returned. Derrick looked totally speechless and Kemp is practically drooling over me. Here I am stealing Dylan's and Alicia's spotlight once again.

"Oh look who it is Dylan, the girl who ran away." Alicia stabbed emotionless and high fived Dylan as a sign of approval and friendship. They have gotten very close with being the two princesses of the school but everyone knows that Kristen and I are the only Queens that will rule here. Dylan was wearing a low cut green V-neck with black leggings and black high heels, her hair is also curled like mine. Alicia is wearing a black skimpy Ralph Lauren dress with red high heels, her hair is straightened.

"Why are you here Massie? No one here likes you." Dylan said coldly as she took a foot towards me, placing her hands on her hip. Another sign of being superior over me but she is not superior over me. I am not another dumb follower like everyone else.

"I'm here because this is school and you don't dictate who can and cannot attend here," I said witty and she even has to admit that I am right. If she had it her way it would only be her and the whole male student body that would attend here. "Also I do have people who like me."

"Oh really because I don't see anyone backing you up," Dylan said as she closed the space between us. Her eyes fuming with hurt and anger because of everything that has happened between us. "Massie, I don't even know why I was ever friends with you in the first place."

A crowd started to form around us, but this time I am not looking for an escape route. This time I am looking for anyone that will stand up for me, but Dylan is right I do have no one. Everyone thinks I am either too scary or too pathetic to ever try to talk to. The pathetic part is me still being a bad ass when it is so out of style and so childish.

"Well that makes two of us because you are a terrible friend," I paused to look around once more, but still no one is on 'Team Massie'. "You have cost me everything; I lost everything because of you."

The bell rang and I knew in my heart that I still lost even though I did have the last word; she still has the support system that I am lacking. I know that I have become more cold hearted but it is only for my own protection because you can only trust yourself. I walked to English and I heard her laughing from behind me knowing very well that I am a pathetic loser.

"I feel sorry for the people who have to live their lives as pathetic losers." Dylan snorted as her and Alicia went back and forth taunting me. I turned around to look at them but before I could, I heard a familiar voice speaking up.

"Good God shut up. You two think you are so much better than Massie but you aren't and never will be." It was no other than Kristen Gregory, once again standing up for me. Why does she have to such a sweet heart? Why does she make me want to vomit just knowing that I am horrible to her when she is so nice to me? She cares and I can clearly see now that she has only wanted for me to see that she does.

"Quiet down class," Mr. Wade said as he turned around from the Smart Board to talk to us. "Today you will be in assigned groups and you will be discussing stereotypes and labels." Everyone groaned when he said the word 'assigned' and as he listed off the groups. This guy seems to be very fond of the idea of working together because we always seem to be paired up in groups.

Unfortunately today I have been paired with Claire and Dylan along with two other kids that didn't say anything at all. It is weird seeing Claire being so flashy and open right in front of me, considering that I knew her before this phase. I knew her when we were all still innocent and when we still were all the best of friends.

"This feels like freshmen year all over again." I groaned as I reluctantly sat down next to Claire, who was flirting with some other girl's boyfriend at the other table across from us.

"You can say that again." Dylan said seriously as she studied Claire closely wondering what has happened to her innocence. She used to be so conservative and her hair was short not long and full of volume.

"How do we even approach this? There are so many stereotypes that this could take the whole year to discuss every single one." Claire said turning her attention to her group, ignoring her new interest. She still sounds so innocent but she clearly is not anymore.

"Well we could always just say the stereotypes and labels we have been given by others." I said intelligently and everyone nodded their head in agreement not having a better idea. The two burnouts didn't participate in the discussion instead they laid their heads on the desks and took a nap as Claire, Dylan and I discussed the topics.

"Let's see I have been called a whore, slut, home-wrecker, a backstabber, and the most hurtful of all of them is a prostitute." Claire said bravely being the first one to say anything at all. I already heard so many rumors about her, but I never knew she has been called a prostitute.

"I have been called a backstabber, heartless, a bully, a slut, and the most hurtful has been being called a fake." Dylan said looking down at the desk. I know she is ashamed of who she has become because she promised herself she would never be like this. Dylan may be a lot of things but she is definitely not a fake by any means.

"Well I have been called a bad ass, a wannabee, a loser, a mistake, but the most hurtful is being called a failure." I said truthfully and I saw the hurt in their eyes as well as the one that I felt in my own. We weren't supposed to be this way and yet here we are. We have become the worst of ourselves but it is too late to turn the time table around and start all over again.

"Well now that is over with it looks like we can go back to our usual routines." Dylan said and we both nodded in agreement. You can't fix a friendship in one day yet alone one class period. We went back to our own desks, pretending that nothing had happened. That we had not had a moment of weakness in front of each other that we never were about to fall apart.

"Hey Massie, did you hear that the gymnastics team have made it on the National Team this year?" Alicia said oozing with venom as she stared deeply into the depths of my eyes hoping to spark an emotion. The only thing she did get was an eye-roll from me. "It looks like they really didn't need you after all."

I surpassed my laughter as I shot a devilish smirk at Alicia. "Is this what your best friend Annabelle has told you?" I asked and she nodded with a matched smirk on her lips. "Well then Annabelle you have failed to mention that I am the only reason why they made it on the National Team."

Alicia's smirk faded as she heard the news that I am most certainly not over in the gymnastics society well not yet. She then turned back at Annabelle and whispered something inaudible, but whatever it was made Annabelle burst into tears.

The rest of the class period flew by as we had a group discussion on how stereotypes and labels are the oldest form of judging someone. This little experiment has now led into us reading Night, a book written by a Holocaust survivor. Stereotypes and labels nearly took out an entire race. How badly mistaken I have been to think that high school is bad because nothing can be worse than the Holocaust.

The bell rang as we wrote down the chapters we had to read and write down a paragraph and explain it along with the metaphors being used. It was a simple assignment nothing new and nothing hard. The hard part is having the guts to read this book because of how real it is going to be. How you will be able to feel the torture, the fear, and the feeling of being hopeless.

"Kristen, can I talk to you for a second?" I asked as I approached her and her good guy friends as they are crowding around her locker. "It is really important." I said and she nodded her head. We walked down the hallway out to the courtyard to sit down and talk.

"So Massie what do you need to talk to me about?" Kristen asked trying to get straight to the point so she can get back to her boyfriend and friends. She sounds almost like the Kristen I so much hated at the beginning of ninth grade.

"Where were you when I needed someone to stand up for me?" I accidentally blurted out; I am hurt that she wasn't there when I truly needed her to be. To have her on my side when Dylan and Alicia were attacking me would have been a luxury instead being all alone.

"I am not you're slave Massie," Kristen stabbed as she began to stand up from the table. This isn't the way I wanted this talk to go. "I stand up for you when I want to because I'm not your friend. I just feel bad for you that you have no one."

I stood up fuming mad that she is only doing this out of pity. I was so wrong when I thought that she had actually truly cared at all about me. She is just like Dylan and Alicia, a bully.

"I was wrong about you Kristen. I thought you cared about me but you don't," I said as she started heading back to her friends. I am not letting her get the last word; oh no she will hear it from me. She can't say those things to me when I keep a shelter over her head. "I was actually considering being friends with you, but it turns out you only pity me and I will not be friends with someone who pities me."

Kristen turned around swiftly to face me. Anger covered her face as she stared deeply in my eyes, hoping that I will break. It won't be so easy because I am stronger than I was before. I have learned to be cold hearted and I know she is still trying to learn how to be like me. She cares too much and that is why she could never win a battle like this against me.

"Massie, I am not the one who threw our friendship away in the first place." She spat placing her hands on her hips. God I hate when everyone does that, it is only to intimidate an opponent but it doesn't work on me.

"You never even tried to fix it either," I said wisely as I took a step towards her. I want to be friends not enemies but she is so damn stubborn. This is the only way I can get through with her. "I am standing here trying to be friends with you and you are the one who is running away this time."

The bell rang and I turned and walked off to my next class ignoring her questioning eyes as if I had just practically told her I was pregnant. She is undoubtedly shocked beyond belief that I actually want to be her friend. I can hardly believe it myself that I told her I wanted to be friends. However if I want to win against Alicia then I am going to need an army of my own.

"Hey Massie, how is it going?" Kemp Hurley asked as he jogged up next to me as I continued to walk to my next class. Kemp has changed a lot since ninth grade, he doesn't party as much anymore and he has turned to be a studious student. I have also haven't heard of him being with any girl since last year which is unusual for Kemp.

"I guess it is fine, how about you?" I asked nicely because it is good to finally have some company. Kemp seems to be a new man and I want to get to know the new him. I have never told anyone that I have secretly missed Kemp and it is understandable because we dated for a long time.

"I would be better if I didn't ever have to go to school." Kemp said and I nodded in agreement as we finally reached our classroom. We don't have assigned seats since it is art class so we didn't even hesitate to sit next to each other.

"So Kemp tell me if you didn't have to go to school then what would you be doing?" I asked curiously as I began to pull out my pencils to start on my self-portrait. No one except Kemp and Dylan has ever known about my love affair with drawing. It was the thing that bonded Kemp and I together, we both are artists.

"I would be watching someone that I know very well become the next Olympic champion." He teased as he began to draw himself on the paper in front of him. His concentration to his drawing was the first thing I found very humble about him. Also the fact that he is almost as good as me, okay he is actually way better than me.

"Very funny Kemp but seriously what would you do?" I asked again my eyes never once leaving my paper.

"I would probably being doing this along with playing video games." Kemp said truthfully as he began forming his face with his pencil. I love the fact that he isn't afraid to tell me how he feels unlike trying to be the macho man and say the opposite of what he wanted to say.

"Well then school would be very boring without you." I said absentmindedly as we both drew not letting our eyes come up to greet one another's. If this class could be an all-day class then I think I would never want to leave school.

"Oh really it would be and why's that?" He asked curiously, a smirk gracing his lips. He always was sneaky like that. He can always make me tell him everything he wants to know. It is a true gift that most don't have on me.

"Well I would be lonely without your company in art class for starters and without you're little schemes at school it would just be a dull ordinary private school." I said truthfully because I haven't ever lied to him before and I don't want to start now. Kemp has done nothing wrong for me to lie to him. Sure he had made mistakes in the past but so does everyone else. He is the only person I trust right now and I am not quite sure why yet.

"You have a solid point so maybe I would just try to become your friend then." He said sweetly and I couldn't help but smile. I haven't smiled in a long time and it feels nice to finally smile again. My parents have tried to make me smile but it never worked. Yet again Kemp has a gift that has great effects on me.

"Well you might want to find a new hobby because you are a friend to me." I said honestly as I looked up to see the time. We only had three minutes left of class. Time flies by when you actually have someone to talk to for the whole class period.

"You're right I do need a new one then," He said smirking deviously as he began to pack away his pencils and put his art work on the back table. He returned and sat down right across from me and flashed me a goofy grin and I yet again find myself smiling at him. "I think I thought of the perfect hobby but I can't tell you because it is a secret."

"Hey we're supposed to be friends and friends do not keep secrets from each other." I said a tad mad that he won't tell me about his new hobby. I mean I am the one who gave him the brilliant idea and he decides not to tell me what it is.

"You'll know soon enough, see you later Massie." He said as the bell rang and walked out to find his friends leaving me behind. He isn't making a good friend so far, but he is the best one I got since I don't even talk to Landon my boyfriend. I really need to break up with him.

I walked off to my next thinking of all the possibilities Kemp's new hobby could be and I couldn't sum up one good possibility. Even though he won't tell me it is nice to know that Kemp is a forgiving person. I need someone to lean on.

I walked into this high school with no friends, a poor reputation, a bad attitude, and a sense of hopelessness and now I am walking into this high school with a friend, a better reputation, a positive attitude, and a sense of hope. It takes time to realize that we are not alone we just have to look closely to see the ones in hiding in the shadows willingly to be there. Hope is never truly lost.


Review:) give me feedback I would really appreciate it. To clear up any confusion of Kristen being mean to Massie it is because Kristen is hurt. Massie practically accussed Kristen of screwing around with Derrick like shown in chapter one so Kristen is iffy on Massie.