A/N: rinette34, I hope I don't sound mean when I say this, but that's toedally the entire point of this story. Soon, Massie's going to get what she deserves. And, YAY!, Alicia will dish it 2 her. Even IDK what Alicia will do, but I know that Massie's certainly not going 2 be alpha 4 long!! PLZ read and find out!!

Westchester, NY

Massie Block's Range Rover

Monday, September 11th

7:43 PM

Massie took out her compact mirror and shut her gloss and then snapped it closed. She was still waiting for Claire's excuse. But none came. Instead, she spoke the truth.

"Well, I felt like you didn't want me," Claire said, "so I went to Alicia's just to have a friend. But she's not a friend. You're more a friend than she is." Claire glared at the sky, as if silently reprimanding Gawd for letting her make such a huge mistake.

"Well, that was stupid," Massie said. "It's like you want to be in social Siberia like her."

Claire's eyes darkened. "No. I just made a little mistake, Massie. It won't ever happen again."

"OK, but this is your only chance. If you step a toe out of line, it's over for you." Massie turned to Dylan and Kristen. "You've seen what she's done. You don't get a second chance like her. Consider her mistake your warning."

Massie could hear Kristen gulp and saw Dylan roll her eyes. "What, Dylan?" Massie snapped. "Just because you're Merri-Lee Marvil's daughter does nawt mean that you can't become an LBR." Dylan's smug smile faded and it was her turn to gulp.

"Gloss, girls, gloss!" Massie commanded. "You'll eventually get used to your lips not sticking together."

Dylan rolled her eyes again and Massie allowed it. It was only lip gloss to Dylan but to Massie it was like a protective shell. And she wanted her newfound friends/followers to feel the same. But they all glossed their lips and popped their lips open.

"Time to rate outfits. We're near school," Massie instructed. "Kuh-laire, show yourself."

Claire unzipped her baby blue puffy jacket (what was it with that thing!?) and showed her outfit. Juicy low-rise rhineston jeans in dark denim hugged her curves. Over it she was wearing an Ella Moss Red Pepper Bow Front Top. She was wearing black Uggs to complete the entire thing.

"Can't you go without the jacket?" Massie pleaded. "Then you'd be a solid nine."

"Um, K?" Claire nibbled on her low lip. She was scraping the bottom of her lip gloss.

"Kuh-laire! Re-apply ASAP!! And stick to biting your nails, K? No, scratch that, don't bite anything, K?" Massie snapped.

"Um, OK," Claire muttered, swiping the Glossip Girl Massie gave her across her lips and sitting on her hands so she wouldn't bite them.

"Dylan?" Massie prompted.

Dylan looked awesome as always. Massie's eyes glazed over the outfit and then delivered her verdict. "Touch of mascara and you'll be a nine point two."

"Done," Dylan said, swiping the mascara wand across her lashes.

"That's cute. We could be like, done, done, and done," Massie decided. She saw promise for the NPC.

"Yeah, done," Dylan giggled.

"Done," Kristen said.

"And done," Claire whispered.

"Alicia would probably say something like 'Given' right about now," Kristen pointed out, her eyes glimmering at the memory. Dylan and Claire had that same glint in their eyes.

"Hullo!" Massie waved her hand across their faces, taking them out of their trance. "She's totally EW. Extreme Wannabe!" (Revenge of the Wannabes!)

"Yeah," Dylan offered. "Her last name is actually Rivers, nawt Rivera."

"Yeah," Kristen and Claire chirruped. As if Massie needed the assurance to spread something juicy like this. And it was actually true so Ms. Rivers couldn't deny it. Unless she wanted to be a complete liar."

"Good." Massie smiled, her eyes twinkling. "That's perf."

"Kristen?" Massie prompted and the outfit ratings went on.

Westchester, NY

Alicia Rivera's Limo

Monday, September 11th

7:43 PM

Alicia felt like a complete failure. On Sunday, she had taken the yacht out and had gotten a tan deep enough to make the girls jealous, but not too deep. It would probably disappear in a week however.

She swiped Glossip Girl across her lips. It was Operation: Get Back into the PC. But was it that simple? Should she even be doing this? Why would she let Massie be her alpha? Maybe she should just create a new crew. But first, it was Operation: Get a Boyfriend! Or a Crush! Or Something...

She had her eyes on Josh Hotz. He had exchanged two weeks ago and she had never got properly introduced. Her limo slowly rolled into the driveway of the school. She quickly put on some eyeliner and settled back into the plush seats of her limo.

"Alicia, we are here," her driver Dean, ever formal, said.

"Oh." Alicia glanced around as if she had just realized. "Thanks, Dean."

She took her Prada Fairy Bag and slid on her Dior sunglasses. She wanted to look cool and confident, not like a total LBR. The heels of her boots made a nice click-clack, click-clack sound against the wrong until...

They didn't click and when Alicia tried to lift the shoe up, it was stuck! By a piece of gum!!

"No," Alicia softly whispered to herself. "No." She quickly slid the boot off her foot so that she wouldn't trip over it or anything and then quickly removed it. And then she ran inside the school, the few girls who had witnessed that sniggering.

She made her way to the bathroom when she knocked into none other than Massie Block. And she was actually by herself.

"Massie," Alicia sniffed. She pushed back Massie and ran into the bathroom. But Massie followed her inside.

"Alicia," Massie said sweetly. "Hey. Why weren't you at school Thursday or Friday?"

Alicia found the first excuse in her mind. "I had some bad sushi on Wednesday night. No biggie. I'm over it."

"You look better than ever," Massie excused, giving her a complimennt and a dead-beater to her excuse.

"I healed on Saturday. Do you think I would have let Kuh-laire in if I wasn't?" Alicia grinned, expecting that Massie wouldn't know. But, of course, Massie knew.

"Yeah, and don't expect anymore visits from the NPC. They will immediately be kicked out," Massie said.

"And if they all break the rules, you don't have a group anymore." Alicia smiled smugly.

Massie glared at Alicia. "I'll tell you when you can pawn off my girls, Ew-licia." And then Massie turned on her heel and walk away.

Westchester, NY

The NPC's (& OPC's) Tree

Monday, September 11th

7:55 PM

Claire's heart plummeted as she walked Massie walk into the building after Alicia. She thought that going after Alicia on Saturday was probably the worst plan she ever had. How could she ever compete with Massie Block?

"Guys, it's so obvious," Dylan whispered. "Without us, she's nothing."

"Massie? Or Ew-licia?" Kristen giggled at the stupid nickname.

"Both. Alphas need betas. Without betas, they wouldn't be alphas! Betas do all the dirty work for them. Alphas are like the CEOs of their group. And the betas are the little employees who get a few perks for making sure that their company is on top," Dylan explained.

Claire turned to Dylan. "What did you do, look this all up?" Claire asked. She was seriously befuddled. She started putting on her baby blue jacket but then Massie returned, stomping.

"I would take that off," Kristen whispered. Claire slid the one sleeve up that she had taken off. Massie glared at her and snatched the jacket out of her hands.

Claire had a string of curses and pleas that she wanted to give to Massie. Like the fact that the jacket was the one thing she had from her childhood. Her parents had bought it for her when they were still poor, correctly predicting that jackets would be very expensive when she was this age. They never knew they would get rich however. Claire did have more trendier jackets in her closet, but she chose to wear this one so everyday she was reminded how lucky she was. But she wouldn't. She would rather stay in the PC. So she watched Massie throw the jacket away in the trash and sneer at her. "You have better clothes. I'm actually disappointed in you."

Claire gulped and whispered, "That jacket was important to me."

"Find another jacket to be important to you," Massie snapped. Then she started walking and signaled them to follow her. What was going on?

Dylan mouthed to Kristen and Claire. "Operation: The Fall of the Massie Block."

But Claire's stomach had butterflies in them. And nawt out of excitement. She knew Massie was going to come out on top some way.

And she didn't want to be the one to handle the wrath.