A/N: Yeahh! Finally! I know, this isn't even the full party... I'M SORRY! So, next chapter will be in Ruby's POV, BUT the chapter after that will be in Jess's(maybe...) so yeah! Uh, I don't own The Mother Daughter Book Club OR Main Street! Enjoy!

Emma

Oh boy. I never expected to be this nervous. I had spent almost all day trying to comfort Jess, but what about me? I was a nervous wreck the second I stepped into that room filled with pretty much anyone who was popular.

I didn't fit. None of us did really, except for Megan of course. She looked amazing, just like everyone else in the room. There was a DJ playing all of the newest hit songs and a giant disco ball in the center of the ceiling creating a luminous light show.

"Come on, let's dance!" Megan shouted and ran to the dance floor. She was dancing like a lunatic, but she looked like she was having tons of fun. I wanted to do that too, but who knows what people will say about me? They already think that I'm just some book loving nerd. I don't want them to add horrible dancer to the list.

I searched the room for two people. First: Stewart Chadwick. He just had to be in there somewhere, somehow. I had begged Cassidy to invite him, and she said she did. What if she was lying? She doesn't know how much I like Stewart. She probably thought I wanted him there because we were just coworkers on the school news paper. Even though he goes to the high school, he sometimes helps out.

I eventually spotted him with his light brown hair and cute little glasses. I frantically waved at him and he waved back, shyly. Oh, he was so adorable!

Then, there came person #2. The person who I was hoping wouldn't be there. The person who just had to be sitting next to Stewart along with two other girls.

Becca Chadwick.

Here she comes to ruin my life! She slaps Stewart's hand as soon as she sees him wave over to me, and gives me a smirk. I wither away to the dance floor along with my friends, so I can avoid her cold glare.

"Guys! Guess who's here." I whisper as they dance to a really loud dance song.

"Lemme guess…Becca?" Cassidy guesses as her eyes scan the room. I nod and almost let out a yelp when Cassidy points over to where she suddenly moved to: Only steps away with the rest of the Fab Three on her heels.

"Oh, look who's here! Emma, Jess, Cassidy, and Megan! OMG! Nice dress, Megs!" says Becca while not even looking at Megan's dress. Instead, she's glaring at me.

"Oh, thanks Becca! It's one of my newest designs!" Megan says with a sigh of relief.

"OMG! Of course it is! Cute! You have to make me something, sometime! See you later!" She yells over the music, happily. For a second I almost think we're in the clear, when Becca walks past me only to whisper something in my ear.

"Next time, wear something that doesn't make you look like a giant eggplant, Porky."

And at that, I fled to the bathroom in the back of the building.

I didn't want to cry, but I had to. For once, I thought I had done something right: I had lost some weight, I had avoided Becca to my best extent, and I had even worn something that looked pretty nice! But no, Becca just had to ruin my fun.

I leaned my head against the bathroom wall as tears rolled down my cheeks. I cried like that for about 5 minutes until I heard someone approaching.

I ran into one of the stalls and stopped my sniffling as best as I could. I heard the door open and someone's footsteps. They sounded like…heels? I held in my breath only to hear the door opening again and more heeled footsteps. I peeked through the crack in the door and saw the Fab Three: Becca, Jen Webster, and Ashley Sanborn. WHY THEM?

"OMG! I think I got a pimple! This is not happening!" I heard Ashley say.

"Please! A pimple hasn't appeared on your face since…ever, really." Jen said. "Hey! It's actually just a dot of…pudding? Hmm, that's weird."

"Guys! Shhsh! I know that Porky the Poet is in here somewhere. That loser, she's probably bawling her eyes out as we speak!" Becca said. I saw her flip her hair and look confidently into the large bathroom mirror. She gave a wide smile, until she caught sight of her bright braces. She then rolled her eyes and turned around.

"Heeeeerrrreee, Porky, Porky, Porky! Come on, I know you're in here. We only want to talk to you." Said Becca in a high-pitched, mock innocent voice. I rolled my eyes and stepped up on the toilet as quietly as possible. I would not let those jerks find me. Not like this, at least.

I heard the bang of several doors being kicked open. I was so scared, why don't they just leave?

Suddenly, I saw the pink high heels step in front of my door. Oh, this is it. I'm going to die now, I'm—

"Oh, hey Megs! What are you doing here?" Becca asked. The door had opened, and through the crack, I could see Megan walking in. She had her hands on her hips with an indignant look on her face.

"Using the bathroom, Becca. What are you doing?" Megan asked.

"Uh, nothing…now. Um, bye." Becca said and I heard the heeled footsteps walk themselves right out. Thank God!

"Emma…" Megan said. I didn't answer. No way was I gonna let anyone see me like this. "I know you're in here. Please some out."

Silence.

Soon, I heard her footsteps and the sound of the door. She had left.

At that, I stepped down from off of the toilet, unlocked the stall door and walked over to the sinks and mirror. I looked at myself.

No wonder they make fun of me so much. I turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on my face. Then, I dried it with a paper towel, and led myself out of the bathroom.