Hey again guys. Once again, thank you thank you thank you for all the reviews! You're all the best!

So, here's a question to all of you: Would you rather I skip the transformation phase (there are about 3 weeks until school starts for them) and have you be surprised at how they turn out, or would you rather me write it out? I'd like to hear all of your opinions on that before I write the next chapter. Another question: What should I name the signature coffee shop for the girls(like Starbucks or whatever in the Clique)? I had two ideas in mind: l'amour café(café love) or café rogue(café red(red is juliet's favorite color)). I'm going to use café rogue for now, but I'll change it if people like the other one better. So, please tell me which you like better or if you have an idea of your own! Thanks lots!

Also, just so you know, this won't always be in Juliet's point of view. I'll be sure to make it in the other girls' point of view as well, but it will usually be in Juliet's point of view.

Juliet's POV

"So," I said, dipping my feet into the hot water beneath them as we waited to get our pedicures. "What's the scoop on guys with you? Are there any boyfriends in the picture?"

Reilly smiled and poked Halley's thin arm. "Halley has a boyfriend. He's cute too."

I placed my eyes on Halley and raised an eyebrow. She looked down at her hands. "His name's Mark." She muttered, looking up. "He doesn't live here anymore though, he lives in Florida."

I nodded. "you'll have to tell us more about that whole thing later." I gazed down at my nails, which were now gorgeously done in a French manicure. "How about the guys at BOCD?"

Marisol raised her hands in the air and replied, "Nick Hamilton, by far is the hottest guy I've ever seen." I turned toward her and made a motion with my hand, urging her to continue. She pushed out her bottom lip in a pout. "He's weird about dating though. He's never had a girlfriend."

Reilly nodded sadly. "No one gets past the friend zone with him. Not even Allie and her minions."

I let out a sigh, fighting between wanting to talk about the guy and the clique of girls. "Gah!" I grumbled, trying to set my priorities straight. "Okay, elaborate on these girls. Who are they, what are they like, what do they look like, what do they wear?"

"Allie Dawson is the leader. She's gorgeous, but not as pretty as you Jules." I smiled at Halley, who was explaining. "Andie Baxter is sort of her second in command. She's an amazing dancer. She's got a great tan and hair a lot like yours." I raised an eyebrow, beginning to get amazingly pissed just at hearing about the girl. I was a dancer. And her hair looked like mine? I could smell the competition already. "Daisy and Lauren are her other two minions. They're average looking, but slutty." Halley picked a piece of lint off of her absolutely amazing Valentino Rosette-embellished jersey T-shirt that I'd lent her this morning. "And they wear, like, nothing but Louis Vuitton and Calvin Klein."

I wrinkled my nose at my Louis bag and made a note to get rid of it and get a new one at the mall. "Okay, empty your closets of anything Louis Vuitton and Calvin Klein immediately." They nodded obediently while the pedicurists started working at our toes. "These girls are nothing we can't handle, believe me."

Marisol's pretty dark green eyes widened as she grabbed my arm. "Oh. My. God!" She cried. I grinned, she was starting to get it. She lowered her voice slightly, as if in awe. "The Pretty Committee!"

I grinned excitedly. "Exactly!" I looked over at the other girls. "I'm sure you guys have heard the stories from your moms, right?"

They nodded, but Reilly looked nervous. "Wasn't everyone in the Pretty Committee, like, perfect?" She looked anxiously at her toes, which were now getting painted dark blue.

"We will be perfect." I replied easily.

Halley looked at me. "How? We're nothing like Allie and her group. We're not organized, we don't have perfect style like them and we aren't as put together-except for you, Juliet." She shrugged. "I don't know if the rest of us could pull it off."

I grabbed her hand. "But you can! Seriously, we can be just like that group, but a million times better!" I quickly got up and slid my feet into my black flip-flops waiting on the floor as the pedicurist finished my toes. "Let's go to Café Rogue. We've got a lot to discuss." I waited for the others to get up and started walking toward the door. I tossed several fifty dollar bills at the lady at the counter and continued, "Then we'll go to the mall and shop till we drop."

We walked outside and into the car where my driver was waiting for us. We quickly climbed in, taking our already decided places. Marisol sat closest to me, with Halley and Reilly next to each other on the other side. Café Rogue was only a few minutes away, so we quickly got out and walked inside.

"Wow!" Halley murmured in her soft voice. "I didn't even know this place was here. It's so cool!"

I smiled. The night before when all of the girls had fallen asleep, I did some searching online for the hottest places nearby. My mom had told me that we would need a signature hang-out, and this was the best of all the places I'd seen. It was a gorgeous, quaint little coffee shop that had just opened in Westchester. Not many people knew about it yet, and it was mostly empty. I smiled at the soft, relaxing music playing in the background. Inside, it was draped in tons of dark red and gray curtains and was filled with cute booths and tables, as well as cozy corners covered in red and gray pillows for people to sit and read. "It's just adorable isn't it? I say it's our new place to hang out."

Marisol grinned. "Absolutely."

I pulled my new friends over to a table near the corner of the room. "Sit down. I'll go get us some drinks." I looked over at the counter and red some of the drinks they had. "How do smoothies sound?" The girls nodded and murmured in agreement. I stalked over to the counter, not wavering in my Miu Miu satin heels. There was a boy behind the counter, his back turned from me. I tapped my nails lightly on the counter, making him turn around.

I could hear the girls gasp slightly at the table several feet away. I raised an eyebrow and allowed myself to give a small smile. I had a feeling I knew who this guy was. He was absolutely gorgeous. He had chestnut brown hair and the most amazing dark blue eyes. "Sorry about that." He said, running his hand through his hair. Gosh, even his voice was amazing. "How can I help you?"

I lightly brushed my hair out of my eyes, suddenly questioning whether leaving my hair natural and wavy was a good idea. "Can I get four black raspberry smoothies?"

He smiled at me, slightly showing his toothpaste commercial white teeth. "Sure, coming right up." I turned my head slightly to the side and watched him make the smoothies. I looked back at the girls, who were talking excitedly to each other. I mouthed, "Nick Hamilton?" to them, and they all nodded quickly, grinning. A slow smile edged its way onto my face as I leaned forward a little, waiting for him to finish. He turned back toward me, placing the four drinks on a tray and pushing it forward. He looked a bit taken back when he noticed how close I was, but played it off well. "That'll be 12.50." He said, one corner of his mouth turning up.

I handed him fifteen dollars. "Keep the change." I said, not because I thought he needed it, he probably had as much money as I did, but because I hated having change in my purse. I usually used my credit card for everything, but I didn't want to look like a snob.

"Thanks." He grinned, putting the money in the cash register. I watched as he took out the extra change and stuffed it into the charity donation box on the counter. I made a note of this in my head. He was a nice guy. I pulled the tray closer to me and he stopped me, placing his hand on my arm. "Hey, are you going to BOCD?"

"Yeah. I just moved here from California." I replied.

"Awesome. I guess I'll see you there in a few weeks then?" He asked hopefully.

I flashed him a flirty smile. "Definitely." I took the tray and walked back to our table, trying not to look back. That was always my problem. I wanted to look at them again and see if they were looking at me, but I wanted to play hard to get.

Reilly stared wide eyed at me. "You are so lucky! He was practically drooling over you."

I smiled hesitantly, trying to act unsure. "You think so?"

"Obviously! I mean did you see his face when he saw you?" Halley gushed softly. "You could be the first girl to actually get him."

"We'll see." I responded, ending that conversation. "Now, we need to get down to business." I pulled a spiral notebook out of my bag along with a sparkly red pen. "We need to get organized. We need to understand the things we need to change about ourselves, our good points, style, looks, everything. To start, let's talk about flaws. We all have them, we just have to try not to show them to the public." I saw everyone's nervous faces and gave them a soft smile. "It's okay, we're all friends here right? We'll try to help each other change for the better. Just tell me anything that you don't like about yourself, or anything that other people have noticed about you that's bad." Their faces didn't waver. I sighed. "Okay, I'll start. My biggest problem is I get angry very easily." I hated telling people about this, no matter how loyal I could imagine they'd be. "You saw that last night with Spencer. I seriously need to work on keeping my cool. Another one is that I always bite my lips. Thank god for extreme lip repair lipstick." I jotted this down under my name on a fresh piece of paper. "I say we take up yoga or meditating or something, that way I can learn to stay calm."

Reilly pushed her dark hair out of her face. "Maybe for the lip biting thing, every day you go without biting them you could buy a new lipgloss or something. And every day you do bite them, you take a lipgloss away."

I gasped lightly. "That is such a great idea!" I quickly wrote that down, actually liking the idea. "Okay, so there are my two problems. Marisol, how about you?"

Marisol pursed her lips unhappily. "Well, everyone in school calls me a slut." I stared wide eyed at her and urged her to continue. She shook her head sadly. "I fell for this one guy and sort of let him take advantage of me. It was only once, but he dumped me right after we did it and started telling all his friends." She was starting to get tears in her eyes. "Then they told everyone else and suddenly I was the school whore. Guys are always coming up behind me and slapping my butt or lifting up my shirt."

I placed my hand on hers and said sympathetically, "My god, that is horrible! We'll get him back, I swear. What's his name?"

"Ryan Abeley." She responded bleakly, wiping her eyes.

I wrote down the name. "We'll think up ideas on how to get him back. We'll spread the word that he was lying." I said. "How about we coordinate a new style for you? Let's cut out the majority of dresses and skirts in your closet and replace them with some cute jeans and pants or shorts. The skirts you do wear will be longer, but still hot." She smiled thankfully at me. "Okay, Reilly?"

Reilly let out a deep breath. "Well…everyone rags on me about my weight."

I stared incredulously at her, faking it. "No way! I don't see why." She smiled hopefully. "But, you know what we'll do? We'll all start going to the gym to exercise every day. We'll cut out the sweets and stuff from our diets. It'll be good for all of us." Everyone nodded agreeably. "We'll also go buy you some cute clothes to work with your figure. Not all of us are sticks!" I could already see all of their confidence growing. "Halley, you're last."

"Well," Halley started, "I kind of have no fashion sense. And I have no idea how to put on makeup."

"Oh!" I replied, happy at how easy she would be to fix up. "That's easy. You'll learn so much while we're shopping. As for the makeup, my mom told me about this ah-mazing stylist that can help me get ready for big events. I'll have him come over one day and help us all with makeup tips. Oh, that reminds me, can you guys come over before school the first day? The stylist will be there, and he can make us all look perfect for the first day and he can give us awesome outfits to wear. Plus, we'll have to go over tactics before we go."

"Sounds good." Marisol said, taking a sip of her smoothie. The others agreed.

I finished writing and shut my notebook, putting it back in my purse. "Alright girlies, let's go shopping. We've got tons to do."

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~Rosie