UMM am I supposed to have a disclaimer?? I don't own the clique.

Block Estate
Massie's Room
July 5th, 10:50 am

Massie's POV

I couldn't believe the nerve of that girl. First she steals my boyfriend. Well, my crush that is an ex and was going to be, once again, my boyfriend. Then, she chooses him over me. Gawd, what an idiot! ARGGH and I was going to have to play it cool to TPC. I logged on to my imac and im'ed the girls.

Massiekur: Hey. Kristen is a traitor. She told me she'd rather hang out with Derrick than us, so I kicked her out.
HolaGurl: Umm Massie I'm out too. Have a good life!
BigRedHead: yea
Massiekur: you r all LBRs! I'll ruin you when school starts!

HolaGurl has signed off at 10:55am
BigRedHead has signed off at 10:55am

ClaireBear: Hey Mass, I'm with ya
Massiekur: You better be. We are so taking them down. Come over tomorrow to discuss revenge plans.

Massikur has signed off at 10:56am

Ugh, ugh and ugh. Totally useless! How dare they, especially Alicia who I'd been BFF's with since first grade, ditch me for some backstabbing, boyfriend stealing girl like Kristen? I guess if they wanna commit social suicide, it's their choice. I made a vow to destroy them and Derrick, and most importantly, to keep the school under my control. Derrington – wait, no, he no longer deserved a cute nickname – Derrick would want me back, but he wouldn't be able to have me. I needed to go shopping fast.

"Get Isaac," I snapped into the intercom, "it's an emergency!" I grabbed my new Prada tote and headed for the door.

Block Estate
GLU Headquarters/Spa
July 7th, Noon



"Ok, so here's the deal," I started once Claire had settled into the Jacuzzi. "We are gonna make those female dogs wish they were never born!"
"How?" Claire asked, more curious than doubting. At least, she'd better be.
"First, we're redoing you're style. Keep the hair, you're new waves are ah-dorable times ten, but the cheap brands have got to go. I'm lending you a credit card for the rest of the summer so you can keep up with the trends. I did a big therapy shop yesterday, but that was at the Westchester. Today Isaac is taking us to NYC!"

Claire air clapped. "But won't it take more than awesome clothes?" she asked, her blue eyes wide. I sighed. She may not be an LBR anymore, but she was still such an amateur.
"Duh! But this is first. Tomorrow, we're doing a Blister search. I'm thinking maybe Allie-Rose? Anyway, after that we have to find some HARTs that can send Derrick crying back to his messy room. Oh, he is no longer Derrington, so if you call him that—" Claire quickly nodded. Then we are throwing a huge party with everyone who's anyone from grades 9-12."
"High school?" Claire's eyes widened again.
"We're gonna be freshmen this fall so yeah!" I answered with a tiny eye roll.

"Nice," she said admiringly.

"Oh, one last thing, I got you a 4th of July present."She squealed happily once I gave her the little Certificate of Membership to Glossip Girl. "Now you can stop wearing Chap Stick!" She giggle-grinned as we changed out of our suits and into shopping clothes.

NYC

Saks 5th avenue

Dressing Room

July 7th, 1:00 pm

"What do you think of this one?" Claire asked, opening the dressing room door and spinning.
"Wow, Claire, your style keeps getting better and better."
"It was never really that bad," she defended herself, "I just never had enough money for the cool clothes."

The Tibi Pampelone Empire Mini Dress hugged her perfectly to emphasize her shape, and the bold colors popped against her tan. The pink complimented her white blonde hair, and the waves went well with the abstract-ish lines. I handed her a matching pink headband and a Temple St. Clair egg amulet necklace and earrings. "Um, 9.5," I decided. "You aren't wearing the right make up right now, but when you are, it could be at least a 9.7. Definitely buy it." She placed it on the heap of skirts and jeans we'd already picked out and went back into her cubicle. She came out in a Black Halo contrast tie mini dress. This one got a 9.6. After about four hours of shopping, we left to grab dinner. Over Thai food we discussed possible blisters to upgrade.
"Penelope Rothman?" Claire suggested.
"Possibly…" I tapped it into my palm pilot with a question mark.

"Erica Lunsky?" Claire named the captain of the volleyball team, a bubbly brunette.
"Better," I admitted. We were just going to have such a hard time finding girls who were as cool as—well, as cool as I thought—Kristen, Alicia, and Dylan were. Sighing, we paid the checkand left.
On the way back to Westchester, Claire pointed, "Hey isn't that Alicia's limo?" I looked over. Sure enough, in the next lane was Alicia's limo. The windows were rolled down, giving a glimpse of Alicia, Josh, Derrick, and Kristen, laughing and talking.



Rolling down my window, I could hear snippets of the conversation as we stayed next to them. "So funny…" "Homerun!" "Derek Jeter…" "You're right… so hawt!" "Awesome seats" "Thank my dad" "third inning" "Mariano Rivera…" "Pedro Martinez" "Navy and White!" "Blue and Orange!" "Well, they won, so…" "So much better" "Funny in your pink shirt" "Hey! I got that for her" "Sorry Josh…"

I had no idea what they could possibly be tawking about, but Claire spoke up, "I bet they went to the Yankees/Mets game today. Kristen said they won, so that probably means the Mets won… Josh probably got Alicia a pink Yankees shirt to match that cap he gave her last September…" She looked up and noticed me staring at her. "Sorry, my dad is really into baseball so I sorta know all about it."
I shrugged. "Watevs," I said dismissively. Then I noticed we'd pulled up next to them at the stoplight. "Hey, Derrick," I called out the window to their car. I expected him to come to the window and talk to me, but Josh just looked at me and then turned and said something to someone inside the car. They all burst out laughing, so I turned away and rolled up the window in a huff. "They are going down."