So I have not written on this in forever due to the fact I don't like the clique anymore and I am not

Interested in rich popular girls School days, but I am bored right now ps if some parts don't make

Sense it's not my fault sometimes fan fiction cuts my words off aaaand im changing their age they are officialy in grade 9

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the clique

Stacey Vernon's House

Bedroom

Tuesday, November 5th

3:32pm

Stacey curled up in a ball by her bed. The last thing she wanted to do was take down Massie Block, but that was the only way she could get into her circle of friends. There was no practical way of doing it. Claire got the chance because she actually LIVED with Massie. Stacey knew it was weird but Massie was her hero she had studied her for years, she knew how Massie worked. So by simply following Massie's every step she would have no problem. Although she didn't want to hurt Massie she couldn't help but to enjoy all the attention she had been recieving.

Stacey pulled herself up when she heard the vibrate of her Iphone

Derrick: Hey whats up?

She smiled to herself at the fact that Massie's beyond hot ex-boyfriend was texting her. Stacey did the "Massie" thing to do by placing her phone upside down and waited two minutes before replying.

Stacey: Nothing just bored

Stacey bit on her lip... did that make her sound like a loser, what would Massie be doing at this time? She racked her brain trying to think about what the alpha might do during her free time. Definitely not lying on her bed doing nothing. Stacey imagined her spending the day in New York or redesigning her bedroom. Another text from Derrick snapped Stacey out of her thoughts.

Derrick: Good cause we should do something

Stacey's lips curled into a smile. Derrick Harrington wanted to hang out with her of all people. Two days ago Derrick didn't even know who she was. But today he came up to her lunch table to introduce himself and he acted like she was the only person at the table, not paying attention to anybody else.

Stacey was that girl who just blended in with every other average girl at school. The one adults always called "beautiful", but boys never paid her any recognition. That girl who longed to be popular but couldn't because she did not have "it". Whatever "It" was it just lacked in her exactly one week ago she decided she wasn't going to sit around and wait for something to happen but take charge. She picked up all the girls that Alicia had previously left for the sharks, and made them over... The right way. She also got a little bit of help for herself like a personal designer, and a hair dresser the she visits once every two weeks in New York. Stacey knew that if she wanted to get into Massie's clique she would need some male help to do it.

Stacey: Lets go to the mall

Westchester Mall

Sports Check

Tuesday, November 6th

4:00pm

Massie waited impatiently for the pudgy man behind the counter to ring up Dempsey's soccer cleats. Sports check obviously wasn't her favourite place in the world. Yes it was filled with many attractive athletic guys, but she would rather be looking at athletic clothes in lululemon.

"Let's go!" Massie whined tugging on Dempsey's arm. He used his eyes to signal to the man that he needed to hurry up, or else his girlfriend would rip him into shreds.

"Here you go sir" The man handed Dempsey the bag.

"Finally!" Massie sighed. "We were in there for like an hour"

"Um actually we were only there for 10 minutes" Dempsey smiled. Massie was so cute when she whined.

"Well it felt like an hour. Time for Starbucks!" Other than Saks, Starbucks was Massie's favourite place in the mall. What good is shopping if you're tired?

Massie held onto Dempsey's hand and weaved through the oncoming traffic. She knew the mall like the back of her hand. Massie's stomach instantly dropped when she saw two familiar figures. You could recognize Derrick's shaggy blonde hair from a mile away. Seeing Derrick at the mall did not bug her, but Derrick with Stacey made her want to gag.

"Derrick!" Dempsey called picking up his pace. Massie dropped Dempsey's hand so he wouldn't be able to feel her palms starting to sweat. Stacey and Derrick were cuddled up on a wooden bench eating Ben and Jerry's.

"Hey Massie!" Stacey smiled. Massie pretended not to hear her and stared off into the distance acting like she was interested in the mass of scurrying people. Stacey looked perfect. Her brown hair was in loose waves, and she had the perfect combination of not too much makeup but not too little.

"Oh sorry! Do I know you?" Massie's voice was completely sugar coated and she had the most sincere smile plastered on her MAC studio fix foundationed face. Stacey's lip twitched a little and she placed down her cardboard ice cream cup.

"Well if you don't know me than it would be rude if I didn't to introduce myself." Stacey pushed her hand towards Massie not looking the least bit insulted.

"I don't shake hands." Massie snapped. "Dempsey lets go." Massie called pulling him out of his deep conversation of soccer with Derrick.

"Massie's right Derrick, we should go if you want to walk me home." Stacey bit on her lip and looked up at Derrick with a nauseating puppy dog face.

"In that case we should have left years ago" Derrick winked at Massie with a smirk on his face. "Bye Dempsey see you at the game" Derrick waved to him before turning on the balls of his feet and leading Stacey to the door.

Massie let out her breath when they were out of sight only then realizing that she wasn't breathing. Stacey got on Massie's last nerve, crossed the line, pushed her last button, broke the final straw, and snatched the last pair of cute ballets flats at a sample sale. To Massie. This. Meant. War.

Yes its short but Im coming out with the next chapter very soon hope you enjoyed it