Kristen slipped into the apartment. She expected her parents to be asleep, but her mom was standing at the window, looking out at the parking lot. She frowned when Kristen came in.

"I thought you said you were at the hospital?" Marsha asked.

"I was," Kristen replied.

"Who was that boy you were with?"

"He's Landon, Massie's boyfriend. He and his mom drove me to the hospital."

"Are you sure you didn't just say that so that you could be with your new boyfriend?"

"Mom, do you see my crutches?"

Marsha sighed, realizing she was beat. "Fine, but don't let it happen again. Now go to bed!"

The next morning, Kristen dressed in her mom approved sweats, sweeping her blond hair up in a low ponytail. She ate the toast that her mother made her for breakfast and then realized that she was late and ran out the door. "Bye, Mom!" she called, waving to her mother.

The Range Rover was sitting there, waiting for her. "You're late," Massie sneered when Kristen climbed into the car.

"I know, I was running late today," Kristen panted. "Do you have my clothes?"

"Yea." Massie dug in her Coach tote bag and finally brought out a pink tank top and pink and whie striped short shorts. "Here." Kristen Rover-changed while Issac continued driving. Finally, they got to OCD. Sudddenly, Kristen's Motorola went off. "Hey, I've got a text!" she exclaimed, flipping the phone open.

Landon: Hey, want to go out for pizza tonight?

Kristen: Sorry, I can't. L I got to go to Massie's ultra VIP exclusive Friday night sleepover tonight. Maybe another time?

Landon: What time do you go to Massie's?

Kristen: After dinner. Why?

Landon: Do you want to come over after school today for an ice cream sundae?

"Who are you texting?" Massie asked innocently as she opened her locker and began rifling through her stuff.

"Oh, no one," Kristen replied, hiding her phone.

"It doesn't look like no one to us." Suddenly, Massie jumped, startling Kristen and effectively allowing Massie to steal the phone from her. Massie's face turned red as she read the conversation.

"What the hell is this?" she angrily asked Kristen. She handed the phone to Claire so that the rest of the Pretty Committee could read it. Their jaws practically hit the ground.

"You're dating my BOYFRIEND?"

"No, Mass, I can explain…"

"You're just a pathetic slut, Kristen! You're banned from the PC for life!"

"But…"

Massie grabbed the phone from Dylan. "BTW, this is my phone that I bought for you, so now I'm keeping it. And I expect you to give me all the clothes, school supplies, and electronics I ever bought for you by Monday or else I'll have Mr. Rivera sue you for attempted robbery!" Massie began typing.

Kristen: This is Massie, Landon. We are officialy done!

Landon: But… But…

Kristen: Landon, are you a desperate girl like Kuhristen?

Landon: Um, no?

Kristen: Then why aren't you letting go?

Kristen ran to the bathroom, locking herself in a stall. She began wiping at the black mascara that was trailing down her face. Sure, she knew that she shouldn't have cheated with Massie's boyfriend, but it wasn't fair! Massie always managed to snag the HART boys before anyone else could and then she left her leftovers for everyone. Why did everyone choose Massie over her? What would she do without the Pretty Committee?

And then she was hit by an idea like a bolt of lightning.

It was perfect.

She would have to start her one Pretty Committee, with herself as the alpha.

She'd be able to convince some other girls to be part of the Unbelievably Pretty Committee, and maybe she'd even get Claire, Alicia, and Dylan onto her side. Just then she heard the sound of a girl coming into the bathroom. She unlocked the door and stepped out. It was Olivia, or Duhlivia, as Massie called her. But her plan was for her and the UPC to rule the school but be nice to all the losers so that they'd like and look up to her more than Massie. "It used to suck for me, too, when they picked on me. They still do."

"I'm sorry," Kristen said sympathetically.

"Why are you apologizing?" Olivia asked. "You were mean to me too!"

"I know, but that was before I realized how horrible it was to be teased by Massie," Kristen explained. "And I want to make it up to you."

"How?" Olivia asked, raising one of her hairy, unplucked eyebrows.

"Cool, I'm starting my own Pretty Committee called the Unbelievably Pretty Committee, or, as I like to call it, the UPC. Would you like to be a member? You could be my beta."

"Yes!" Olivia said, bouncing up and down excitedly.

"Perfect," Kristen said, with a wicked smile. "I need your help, though. Will you recruit Kori and Strawberry for the UPC while I recruit Claire, Alicia, and Dylan?"

"Sure!" Olivia said.

"Awesome," Kristen said. "Our lunch table is table 15, and it's ultra exclusive to the UPC. You have to sit there everyday from now awn, and if you break the rule you get thrown out. Okay?"

"Okay."

The good thing was, Kristen had Spanish next with Mrs. Lopez, and she let you do anything in her class as long as it didn't involve her.

Kristen sat at her desk, and, with her wicked technology skills, made three fake texts sent from Massie to Kristen. Massie had thrown Kristen's phone in the middle of the hallway after she was finished texting Landon, and Kristen had found it and took it back.

At lunch, Kristen headed to table 15 with her lunch. Olivia was already there, sipping Diet Coke from a thin straw that was bigger than she was. "Kori and Strawberry agreed," she said gleefully. "They'll be here just as soon as they get their lunch. Have you got the other three yet?"

"Not yet," Kristen said. "I'll snag them after lunch." Suddenly, Strawberry and Kori appeared out of the blue and sat across from Kristen and Olivia.

Kristen looked over at table 18. The whole PC was glaring at her, wondering why she was sitting with B listers. As soon as they saw her looking at them, they leaned into gossip position and began to whisper in a fever.

"Alright, welcome to the Unbelivably Pretty Committee," Kristen said, twirling around and beginning to pick at her turkey wrap. Let's exchange cell numbers." Everyone whipped out their cell phones and began to exchange numbers. "Now, we're here to overrule the PC and be the best in this place, so, when people are looking up at you and admiring you, always be nice! Now, there are two rules: Rule number 1, exclusive lunch at table number 15 is mandatory every day unless you want to be kicked out, and rule number 2, a Friday night sleepover is mandatory."

"Is it going to be at your apartment?" Kori asked.

"Gawd no," Kristen replied. "Once I convince Alicia Rivera, Dylan Marvil, and Claire Lyons into being in the UPC, which will be today, we'll have it at Alicia's mansion. Also, you girls need to dress like you're popular, so after the sleepover tomorrow we'll go to the mall. And Olivia, you and I will work on saying more intelligent things, Kori, you and I will work on your bad posture, and Strawberry, we'll work on your temper. Got it?"

"Got it," all the girls chorused.

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