Disclaimer: AGAIN… I don't own the Clique plot, characters, etc. and never will! Lisi Harrison does. Does anybody know if you have to put that on every single chapter?? Cause it's really starting to irritate me…
Thanks everyone who reviewed the last couple of chapters… sorry I haven't had a chance to update recently – between being sick and camp there's no time to. )
Block Mansion
Massie's Room
Friday, August 15
6:55 PM
Nina cackled. "Oh, you don't have to worry about me stealing. If you want your popularity, you'll have to give your designer clothes and whatnot to me!! I've got a plan that your clique will never withstand. I'll be the new alpha of OCD."
Massie was quite shocked – nobody dared to say anything like that to her before. Though she quickly recovered, Nina noticed the gasp.
"Here, I'll put Alicia back on," Nina smirked.
"Alicia," Massie barked, "what the hell is going on? What is this plan Nina is talking about?"
Massie sounds very disturbed and distressed, Alicia thought. "I have no idea. She didn't tell me about this so-called 'plan' of hers, so I'm just as confused as you are," she said, ripping her phone out of Nina's hands.
"'So-called plan'? Ha! You wouldn't know a good plan from a bad one!" Nina snorted in the background.
Massie ignored her. "Emergency meeting." There would be no makeovers at the weekly sleepover tonight. "Just get over here ay-sap without Nina."
"I'll shake her off somehow… don't you worry," Alicia muttered. "I'm coming over there right now."
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"Ok, so we're all here," Massie double-checked.
"Why are we here and neither nail polish or flat irons are out?" Dylan whined as she chomped on a low fat granola bar.
"'Cause this week there is an emergency so –,"
"Nina is here, and she keeps bitching about some plan that'll make her alpha," Alicia interrupted Massie, "so we need to discuss what we're going to do about her."
Dylan's jaw dropped open revealing a nasty sight. Kristen screamed while Claire stuttered, "Whaaaatt?"
"Dylan, shut your mouth; we don't need to see your chewed up food," Massie snapped. She looked around at the rest of the Pretty Committee. "It's true, so we're not styling each other up tonight. We have to find a way to outwit Nina and get her humiliated again."
Being the smart one and having common sense, Kristen asked, "Wait. Didn't you say she had a plan? What is it??"
"Um," Massie stole a glance at Alicia who was about to hyperventilate. "We don't know. She never told us," she said slowly.
"Well, that's not helpful," Dylan rolled her eyes.
In a shy voice, Claire said, "Obviously, we need to find out what it is, counteract it, and get her humiliated before school starts so she is shipped off to Spain. Prior to everyone finds out she's even here, that is."
"Since you came to Westchester I haven't felt so lonely. We're both poor and smart," Kristen said, depressingly.
"Okkkk, let's get back to business," Massie said, annoyed. She paused, and stared at everyone like they were crazy.
"Mass, what the hell is your problem?" Dylan asked.
"That's it," Massie whispered. "When she said she had a plan, she said, 'You'll have to give your designer clothes and whatnot to me'."
Kristen let out her famous throaty laugh. "Whatnot?! That's new to me."
"So how is 'that it'?" Claire questioned. "We still need to figure out that plan. Somehow, she's going to figure out a way to get your clothes, probably all of our clothes except maybe mine, and she's going to use them against us."
They spent the rest of the night into the morning coming up with different scenarios. None of them seemed reasonable enough to be true. But one by one, they fell asleep, having stayed up all night trying to figure out Nina's plan.
A/N Ya, ya, I know cheesy, stupid ending. I couldn't think of anything else.