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OCD
THE CAFE
FEBRUARY 06, MONDAY
12:40 PM

It was obvious that Angela was not pleased.

Her eyes were narrowed and charged with such ferocity that it made people shrink back even though she wasn't looking at them. Her nostrils were flared ever so slightly, and the way she tapped a finger on the reclaimed barn wood table was almost similar to the Morse code of I am ready to find you and kill you.

Ever since the bout with the Pretty Committee—oh, sorry, the Glam Clan—ended, Angela had hardly spoken to her friends. The closest thing to note-worthy she had told them were "See you later!" and "What are you ordering for lunch?" Was the alpha that dumbstruck or was she still making sense of the morning's past events?

In the middle of the fight for the alpha throne in seventh grade, Solae suddenly left her clique to join her parents in Spain due to "family and business issues." Without Glam Clan's alpha, the rival clique was powerless, although they didn't give up fighting just yet. Until finally, the last insult was fired, the last prank was set into action, and the unfair game just ended. And they were stripped of their prestige title as alphas. But that was when Solae was out of the picture. Now that she was back, would the tides change? Would all the hard-earned work of the Bold & Vogue suddenly crumble beneath their perfectly manicured feet? Angela was still trying to fit the jagged pieces together. But it was impossible. The only thoughts her brain registered right now were how hungry she was and the fact that Solae is back and she should abandon ship to spare herself from drowning in humiliation once it sunk.

But then that would mean defeat and admitting she didn't have what it took to be an alpha. And of course, she didn't want to let her friends down. Besides, she had been caught off guard earlier that morning. If she and her friends knew that Solae had arrived, she definitely would've thought of something that would make Solae catch the next plane to a country farther than Spain. Angela would also prefer for Solae to take her friends with her, as they were pesky rebels that were hard to deal with in her kingdom.

Wait a minute. If only she and her friends knew that Solae had arrived... Why didn't any of them knew Solae was coming back?!

"So do all of you remember when we were gossiping in Starbucks yesterday?" Angela suddenly asked. Gracie's breath hitched at the mention of yesterday but she still managed to look as relieved as her friends when they heard their alpha finally speak. Though as soon as they saw her face, they found themselves thinking it was better to have a quiet, fuming alpha rather than a raging one who screamed at them for doing something they were sure they didn't do.

"Yes... Why?" Arielle dared to ask.

Angela forced her sweetest smile. "That's good! Because I remembered all the great gossip you shared, until it hit me. None of you shared to me that Solae was coming back for good. And wouldn't that be just a juicy piece of news?" Her friends were stunned. Sure, Angela didn't scream at them but her words were laced with so much accusation you'd think they were holding back secrets.

"How can we even tell you when we didn't know in the first place?" Gillian challenged, sounding defensive.

"Yeah!" Maria echoed. "Solae stopped posting in Twitter when she found out back in seventh grade that our 'reliable sources' were actually her own tweets. Heck, I think she even deleted some of those!"

Angela's face turned noticeably pinker, and it wasn't thanks to the NYX Silky Rose blush she had applied. She turned her scrutinizing eyes on her beta. "And you?"

"If I knew, I would've told you. All of you." Arielle promised. "I swear."

Angela slowly nodded, debating whether or not to believe the beauty. With a sigh, she moved on to Gracie, whose sapphire eyes were clouded with worry. "Gracie, you okay? 'Cause you look kind of... green. And trust me, it doesn't compliment your hair color."

"Uh, actually..." Gracie looked at everywhere except at her alpha. "I'm not sick, but I probably look like I do, because—"

Angela's eyes widened when something in her brain clicked. "You were supposed to tell us something yesterday, right?" Angela asked suspiciously. "You can tell us now, if you want."

"R-Really?" Gracie's narrow eyes were big now. "Um, I-I don't think I have to tell. I mean, it's not that important now because, uh, because..."

"Because what?" Angela hissed.

Gracie wrung her hands together and looked around nervously before reluctantly muttering, "Because you already know what it is. I was supposed to tell you guys yesterday that I saw Solae in the airport when we dropped off Grandma." Her voice was so soft it was almost like she was speaking to herself.

Arielle gasped loudly like she'd be scandalized. Now wonder she looked so urgent and freaked out yesterday. "How come you didn't tell us, then?"

"Because!" Gracie cried, throwing her arms in the air in exasperation. "She didn't want me to!" She pursed her lips tightly before before looking down at her lap.

"What?!"

"It's true," Gracie sniffed. "You said to tell the gossip later because you wanted to shop."

Angela gaped at her. All eyes were on her now. She realized that she was partly at fault here too for not letting Gracie spill. But in a matter of seconds, Angela managed to blame it all on her. "Then how come you tell us a while ago, when we met up? Or why didn't you text me or IM me?"

Now it was Gracie's turn to stare with an open mouth. "I..." She paused, thinking over her response. "...I'm sorry. I really didn't realize that you'd be greatly affected by this, Ange." That was the best excuse she could think of. After all, it wasn't like she was going to confess that she ended up bawling her eyes out because of Angela's abuse. She had only stopped when her tear ducts couldn't do its job anymore.

Angela simply scoffed at the response. "Don't call me that," was all she said.

Everyone at Table 18 was silent. They were a muted island surrounded by an ocean of noisy people. Gillian and Marie exchanged glances while Arielle kept muttering "That could've been gossip gold." Finally, the uncomfortable blanket of silence was torn when Gillian awkwardly coughed out, "Nice weather we're having,"

Angela rolled her eyes at what she thought was a pathetic conversation starter. But Arielle jumped at the chance. "I know! But it's pretty hot, don't you think?"

"Too hot for a February day," Maria piped in.

"Exactly." Arielle nodded enthusiastically. It wasn't usually like Arielle to engage in such random conversations, but she wanted her alpha to be happy.

"Is that why your neck tie is gone?" Angela questioned flatly, her mouth moving around the straw she was sipping from.

"W-What?" Arielle swallowed a mouthful of air. Was she going to make a big deal out of this too?

"Your neck tie," repeated Angela, her eyes boring holes into Arielle's skull, "it's gone. Why?"

"It's, like, really hot out?" The beta tried.

"You're wearing a sleeveless," Angela pointed out, her voice still flat.

Arielle tried a different approach. "Well, I just realized how weird I looked. And I can't go walking around like a fashion victim when we're the trendsetters... right?"

"You only realized how 'weird' you looked when Maxx commented on your fashions choices, didn't you?"

Arielle let out a frustrated sigh. "So you knew it already. Why'd you have to ask?"

"We can't let them get to us," Angela said firmly, sitting tall. Arielle's cheeks rivalled her hair color when she realized that Angela was using her as an example. And she hated it whenever she was used as the don't-do-this example. "Did we let them get to us, when our clique was newly-formed?" The girls shook their heads no. "My thoughts exactly. And look where we are when we didn't listen to them. We've got a place in the SA, right?" She looked at Arielle for confirmation. The girl smiled weakly. "And there are rumours that the Glam Clan are getting knocked down from it! And we'll make sure to let them hear no end of it. That's something to look forward to, right?" Another round of nods. "They insulted us earlier and in a way, embarrassed us. But what goes around comes around. We'll deal with them, you'll see."

"Um, Angela?" Arielle interrupted. "Looks like we'll deal with them sooner than what you're expecting. I think that's them." Arielle nodded towards the frosted doors, where the outlines of three figures could be seen.

The fight from a while ago was only a warm-up. The first shot had been fired, and another heated round of the civil war was about to begin.

OCD
OUTSIDE THE CAFE
FEBRUARY 06, MONDAY
12:54 PM

"Solae, can't we go in now?" Millie asked, lightly rubbing her stomach. "It's getting late and we still haven't eaten."

"Yeah," Roxanne agreed. "It really took us a while to find Sir Carr. Why did we even have to look for him?"

It took her nearly a minute to respond, as she was too busy patting her v-necked sweater dress comfortingly. She loved how the maroon color popped against her tan skin, and the effect might just be ruined because of her entertaining albeit stupid plan. "It's for the plan," she replied absentmindedly.

"Plan? What plan?" Panic seized Roxanne's body.

"The plan to overthrow the Bold & Vogue. Or at least the first step to overthrowing the Bold & Vogue..." Solae corrected herself.

"Why was I not informed of this?" Roxanne demanded, stomping her foot irritably. She turned to face Millie. "Did you know about this?" Millie shook her head no.

"Gosh, no need to get so worked up," Solae rolled her eyes. "Maxx and I just thought up the plan last night, when you two were sleeping. I woke up because of the stupid time difference and I got a drink and Maxx followed me down. We just chatted af—"

"You and Maxx," Roxanne mumbled uncertainly. Why would Solae confide in Maxx, who was the gamma, and not her? Or at the very least, why didn't Solae tell her about it? Did the alpha already lose faith in her beta because of the whole Special A fiasco? Roxanne shook her head, trying to convince herself that wasn't the reason. But if it wasn't, then what was? All she could really think about was how Solae and Maxx were suddenly getting closer behind her back... "Seriously, Sol. Why didn't you tell us? Hello, it's a freaking plan! Do you really think that it'd work if the two of us are clueless about it?"

"The plan's just simple," Solae sighed. "You don't need a brain to throw food."

"Food fight?" Roxanne and Millie cried out in unison. The both exchanged worried glances. "You're gonna get us into trouble! And not only that, our outfits will be ruined!"

"Don't worry, no one from this side will get into trouble. That is, if one of them will act as I predicted."

Roxanne let out a groan, prompting Solae to roll her eyes again. Sometimes, her beta was no fun when they were in the school premises.

"So what do we need Sir Carr for?" Millie intervened.

"Everybody knows how much he hates Arielle after that nozzle thing in her perfume popped and started spraying the classroom until the whole thing was empty." Solae explained. "If everything goes right, then we should have embarrassed, slimy students being led to detention. Unfortunately we couldn't track down Sir Carr so it's all up to Maxx to find a teacher that'll do."

"Ugh, I was there when it happened. I practically fainted at the overdose of perfume," Millie scrunched up her nose and fanned her face.

"Whatever," Roxanne grumbled. "Just make sure everything will go the way you envisioned it."

"Don't worry," Solae assured her. "Maxx and I crafted the plan. In no time, we'll get the lunch table back."

It was all Roxanne could do so that she couldn't demand as to why Solae's suddenly thought Maxx was better at crafting plans. She was the smart one here! Shouldn't she be making plans too? With a forced smile she suggested, "I guess we should put the plan to action?"

Solae nodded. She reached for the shiny silver door handle, pumped the door open, and pushed Roxanne in. The blonde stumbled in, quickly followed by Millie. After Solae stepped in, she placed one hand on each of their shoulders. "Get only a small amount of food," she whispered into their ears before walking away.

Slightly confused, the girls hurried up to catch up with their leader. They also tried to ignore the fact that not much people were staring at them with envy and admiration. (What was there to envy about, anyway?) They passed by the center table, which was currently being occupied by none other than the Bold & Vogue. Roxanne and Millie managed to avoid looking at them, but Solae couldn't resist at sending a withering glare their way.

The cafe had floor to ceiling windows, allowing the students to take a peek in the vegetable gardens that lined the room's perimeter. A flower cart with a roof was set beside the food service area, its insides covered with fake grass and realistic-looking plastic flowers dangled from the roof, giving off an environmental, Hawaiian vibe and a kitchen chalkboard was propped against it, announcing the specials of the day. The cart also showcased an array of fresh fruits that the cafe staff would be happy to blend into fruit shakes. At the other side of the food service area was a commercial ice cream freezer that not only stocked popsicles, cones, and sundaes but also mini cakes and gelato.

As they were walked away from the food service area, balancing their trays, the obvious hit Millie. "Uh, where are we going to eat?"

"Where we usually did," Solae replied confidently, her eyes set on Table 18.

"But they're occupying our table," Roxanne pointed out.

"Not for long."

Everyone stared as the three members of the Glam Clan walked over to Table 18, their shadows looming over the members of the Bold & Vogue seated around the table.

"Hullo," Angela greeted icily. "In case you haven't noticed, the table is occupied."

"Oh, we've noticed. We've also noticed that the table's occupied by the wrong people,"

"There are a lot of tables unoccupied," Maria offered. "So go be dears and skedaddle."

"Not today," Roxanne grumbled. She was still unsure of the plan, but she definitely did not want a LBR wannabe to tell her to "skedaddle."

"Oh really?"

"Really." Solae nodded solemnly. "I suggest for you five to get out of our table if you don't want things to get... messy." She giggled softly before turning serious.

"Make us," the rival clique snorted.

They asked for it, Solae though happily as she plunked down her hexagonal tray on what seemed to be Angela's. The scream that followed after it was music to her ears.

Angela jumped back as her bowl tipped forward, sending chicken noodle soup towards her. Her top had been spared the damage, but everything below it was seared by the soup.

Along with the rest of the Bold & Vogue, Millie looked horrified while Roxanne was just surprised. Was this how Solae intended for the food fight to start? She could see the point, but what if Angela didn't retaliate? They could have one raging beast after them. And where was Maxx? Was it part of the plan for her not to be involved in this?

"Oops, sorry," Solae's fingers flew for her mouth. "Told ya that it's bound to be so messy."

"Arg, look what you did!" Angela whined, patting her legs dry with the tissue Arielle had handed her.

"You didn't have to do that," Gracie protested. "That soup was really hot, what if her skin comes off or something? You don't have to be so..." Her voice faltered as she avoided the harsh look in Solae's eyes.

"Be what, Gracie?"

"...Be so mean," Gracie finished.

"Aw, did you hear what she said, Gillian? Does that bring back some memories?" Solae laughed, turning to the said girl with an upturned eyebrow.

Gillian gritted her teeth as the unwanted memories came flooding back to her. It's been a long time since that happened, but the brunette still hadn't forgiven Solae. She restrained herself from throwing her burger steak—sauce and mushroom and all—at Solae's ah-nnoyingly perfect little face. But luckily, she had Angela to do that for her.

"So you want messy?" Angela hissed, giving one last wipe at her legs. "I'll give you messy." She reached for Gillian's plate and curled her fingers around the burger steak.

Solae watched in both horror and glee as Angela pulled back her arm, extended, and then released. Roxanne reacted faster than her friends. She grabbed Solae's arm and pulled her to the side before the greasy lunch found her face. "What are you doing?" the blonde hissed. "You're supposed to dodge it, not smile like an idiot." She released her friend from her grasp and gingerly lifted her plate of mac & cheese.

"No!" Solae suddenly exclaimed, making Roxanne almost drop her plate. "Do nawt throw. Just keep avoiding getting hit until Maxx and a teacher comes in."

"Ah! I've been hit!"

The two girls whipped their heads in Millie's direction. The omega was tending to her spaghetti-stained shoulder.

"Food fight!"

"Shoot," Solae mumbled under her breath as she watched all hell break lose. It had only hit her now that the student body might join in the fight. Some even had the nerve to target the Bold & Vogue and the Glam Clan.

"Gah!" Roxanne yelped, ducking to narrowly avoid a flying toasted bread.

If only she people weren't using people ice cream cones and enchiladas as ammos, Solae would've started doing some fancy cartwheels and flips in order to avoid getting hit. She was positive that she would be able to do that, thanks to her gymnastic lessons.

Five minutes into the food fight, the alpha started to wonder where Maxx was. She was late and this needed to end now. She was considering the option of looking for a teacher herself, but Angela had other plans. The strawberry blonde approached her with caution, even though it was obvious that Solae wouldn't be fighting back. Some kind of red sauce stained her forehead, making her look wounded and a limp bacon was tangled in her hair. She looked ridiculous, but the wicked gleam in her grey eyes made people think the opposite.

"I don't know what you were thinking," she started slowly. A plastic cup of pink slushie was in her hands, and Solae gulped at the thought of the damaging things it could do to her hair. "But you'd be wishing that you didn't think at all when I'm through with you." And with that she threw the contents of the cup towards Solae.

With a squeak, she jumped to the side as the pink liquid soaked the fornt of her dress. She landed on her knees, and just as she was about to inspect the damage, a man's voice roared, "What is the meaning of this?!"

Almost immediately, all action ceased. Solae looked up and to her relief, found Sir Johnson standing in front of the doorway, meaty hands crossed and bald head shining under the florescent light. Maxx was standing in the shadow of the big man, sending Solae a wink. And what added to Solae's delight was the fact that his white button-down was stained an unmanly pink, almost like it went through the process of tie-dye.

"M-M-Mr. Johnson!" Angela squeaked like a stabbed mouse. She dropped the plastic cup and kicked it to Solae's direction. "So good to see you."

"I am afraid to say I cannot say the same thing." He narrowed his already narrow eyes at the girl accusingly. "Has your parents ever taught you not to play with food?" Not waiting for a response, he thundered, "All of you get back to your seats, except for you Angela." Everyone scurried to get seated, except for Angela, Solae, and Maxx. "Now, I would like to know who started this."

"Her." Solae quickly pointed at Angela. "Also her friends. They started it."

"Wha—"

"Any objections?"

"Um, yeah!" Angela growled. "She was the one who started it."

Sir Johnson's eyes flitted to Angela then to Solae. With a sigh, he addressed the audience. "Any witnesses? I'm sure there are."

Silence filled the room as the students exchanged glances. If they said "Solae" then there'll be hell to pay. If they said "Angela" there'll be hell to pay. It was a lose-lose situation for those who didn't want their social lives to be ruined. Finally, Cassidy's timid friend spoke up. "It was Angela. She threw first. We just followed after that."

"No way!" Cassidy's voice rang inside the ears of the students. "It was Solae and her group! They provo—"

"Nope," a soft but clear voice argued. "It was Angela. Everyone saw it." Solae craned her neck to find the source of the voice. She spotted an amber-eyed brunette stunner that stood up from her seat at Table 4. "So don't go changing the truth, because that's just bad." Centina clucked her tongue like a disappointed mother.

"So who is it? Angela or Solae?" Sir Johnson demanded impatiently.

As if they shared the same mind, most of the students replied, "Angela and her friends!"

"What?" The girl exclaimed angrily as her friends glanced at each other nervously.

"You heard them," the teacher sighed. "I wasn't here, but they sure were. Angela and crew, please follow me so that we may discuss your punishments." No one made a move. "NOW!" Grumbling, the Bold & Vogue stood up and followed the teacher. Angela was left behind to glare at Solae and saying, "This isn't over. If you commit the third strike, your little clique will be sorry." With that, she flipped her hair over her shoulder and sauntered past Solae, mustering as much dignity as a girl with bacon-tangled hair could.

"Bye-bye," Maxx giggled, giving her a toodles wave when Angela passed by her. As soon as the door slammed shut, Maxx raced for Solae and helped her up. "We did it!" she cheered.

"Yes we did," Solae replied, giggling as well. She suddenly pulled Maxx, motioning for Roxanne and Millie to follow. The two girls got up from their seats in Table 9 and followed their alpha. They watched in amazement as Solae settled herself on top of Table 18. "I'm Solae Hotz," the girl said to her schoolmates. Murmurs of confusion rose above the crowed. "And this is Maxx Harrington, Roxanne Solomon, and Millie Fisher." Each girl climbed up the table as soon as their names left Solae's mouth. Just like the crowd, they were confused. Why was she doing this? "You might remember us the girls who rule this school—"

"Used to," an unknown person coughed.

"—the fabulous daughters of the first Pretty Committee, or that our clique was named after our parents' clique. But now, all that will change. As my girls and I are ready to make a new legacy for ourselves, we renamed our group as the 'Glam Clan.' And I can assure all of you that we are fiercer, better, and more experiences than before. So be warned: to all those who are supporters of our rivals, or to those who are thinking of making a new clique, you won't be written up well in our autobiography. And know that we aren't done yet with the Bold & Vogue. This is just the easy round of the war, and all of you should know that when it gets heated, we won't be the ones crying home to Mommy. That is all. Thank you for listening."

Bold & Vogue: 0. Glam Clan: 1.


Ugh. Not exactly how I planned it, but cut the (read: very) sick girl some slack. I hope y'all enjoyed the long chapter. Tell me who're you're rooting for in the clique war.

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