BOCD

Monday

Detention

3:45

"Are you gonna just let Massie win?" Hissed Allie-Rose she picked at her cuticles and kept an eye on their detention teacher Ms. Pringle.

"Opposite of yes." Alicia muttered; she managed to work it out with Burns that the rest of the UPC was to be with her.

"But you basically did!" Olivia snarled, "Now, I'm stuck here serving time for something I didn't do!"

"Silence girls this is a detention not a social function." Said Ms. Pringle crisply.

"Like you've ever been to one." Alicia said crossly under her breath. She felt Olivia and Allie snickering. Alicia adjusted her perfect I-will-crush-you-Massie-Block outfit and scowled. She had spent all day over the weekend picking out the pale pink Leifsdottir ruffled silk top (AN- this shirt is gooorreeegouss check it out on Nordstrom), a pair of Trina Turk Harlem tweed pants, and she even managed to snag (from a fake looking blonde) a pair of Betsey Johnson rally pumps in pink. But all of this was being wasted away in detention while everyone else got to admire Massie for being brilliant at comebacks and having the coolest shoes.

She saw them at first online way back before they were even available in America; she even bought them from Spain. All Massie did was call them lame and totally tacky. So Alicia was forbidden to wear them. So while Massie earned extra glam points for stealing her J. Renee purple peep toe pumps she got to serve time for almost retaliating to Massie's comment.

"Leesh, we love you to death and all but do us a favor and totally let us crush Block to death." Nikki whispered, her blue hair streaks sparkling in the dusty light. When noticing Alicia not saying anything Nikki shot a look at Olivia while tilting her head.

"Well, I'll be pretty quiet too if I was wearing that hideous horror." She simply said. Alicia glanced at Nikki; the three second once over was enough for her to know that Nikki was a fashion rebel. If her gold Marc by Marc Jacobs boots didn't give her away then her disgusting green Juicy Couture print silk blouse and bought-on-EBay denim skirt that went down to her knees definitely did.

"Uh Nik, O is right. By a laaaaandslide." Alicia giggled, "Your blouse could pass at vintage."

"And I'm pretty sure your skirt already is." Allie added as she bit back a laugh.

"Girls! Quiet." Snapped Ms. Pringle the cranky bleached blond continued to paint her nails bright pink.

"How bout you?" Was all Nikki said before the bell rang.

"Well, girlss looks like we got to go home!" sang Alicia as she embraced the unusual warm breeze that was floating through the air. "I'm so up for getting a mani-pedi and a fro-yo at Pinkberry. Who wants to come with me?" she asked.

"Well, I got to host my mom's semi-annual evening tea." Allie said softly while she smoothed her already perfect hair.

"Ugh, what about you O?"

"I probably can." Olivia said confidently.

"And, you Nikki?"

"Given."

"This is so perf!" Alicia clapped, "Dean, take us home!" she said into her phone.

Pinkberry

Monday

In Line

4:13

"Three green tea fro-yos with raspberries and almond." Alicia told the cranky cashier.

"Alicia, tell her I want mine with chocolate too!" Olivia bounced in her black patent flats.

"Make one of them with chocolate." She shouted at the stringy hair blonde, the girl glared at Alicia as if the thought of adding chocolate was just ruining her day.

"Ehmygawd Leesh look!" Nikki said her brown eyes narrowing with dislike.

"Alicia, check it!" Olivia said as she accepted her fro-yo in silence. Alicia whip turned her head around only to be breathing in No. 19 and seeing the Pretty Committee.

"Like ohmigosh if it isn't Alicia." Massie said with mock surprised.

"What do you want Maysie?" Nikki mock-smiled back.

"Oh Nikki if only your comebacks were as good as fro-yo!" Claire said cheerfully.

"Bottled blonde."

"Camp tramp."

"Guy, ENUFF." Both Massie and Alicia said loudly.

"We so don't want a fight now Claire." Massie said curtly as she ordered a shaved ice.

"HA! The only reason Maysie is saying that is cause she knows her clique will lose!"

"Excuse me? And what makes you believe the UPC is gonna reign supreme over BOCD?" snapped Massie, "And the name's Massie not Maysie new girl."

"So tough, calling me the new girl." Nikki rolled her eyes.

"What do you want Massie? Everyone at BOCD knows Pinkberry is basically UPC turf and that Starbucks was yours."

"Since when did we follow the rules?" Dylan asked for Massie as she took a long slurp of her mixed berry smoothie.

"So how's your diet going Dylan, or are you and your mom who's, Merri-Lee Marvil still on that fruit and soy thing?" Olivia said loudly, with major emphasis on her mother's name. At least twenty older women turned to gawk at the conversation.

"Shut up, you're gonna ruin my mom's image!" whisper-shrieked Dylan her face turning as red as her hair.

"Oh what's that? Merri-Lee is cheating on her diet?!" gasped Olivia in an overdramatic way. "So what is she now? Twenty pounds over? I soo knew they trim some of that fat off camera!"

Before Alicia and Massie could stop anything Dylan had chucked her smoothie at Olivia's face. But unlike Nikki, Olivia retaliated by dumping her fro-yo over Dylan's hair.

"I just got that straightened!" grumbled Dylan as she grabbed Claire's banana chocolate Vivano (they had just stopped at Starbucks) and threw it hard, but Olivia ducked and it hit Nikki squarely on her chest.

"WHAT THE—" Nikki shouted.

"Well, Dylan, your hair now matches Christmas, red and green!" cackled Olivia.

"Nuh uh, you're forgetting the snow!" Nikki pulled Massie's shaved ice out of her hands and smeared it all over Dylan's face.

"Hey, Nikki I love your fake Marc Jacobs! Where'd you get them the BOCD charity night?" Kristen roared as she took her oatmeal (she had just ordered it hot from Starbucks) and scooped some into her hand and flipped it onto the tacky gold boots.

"Kristen! Stop it! Massie control your friends!" shouted Alicia over the commotion.

"No, I think I'm good." Massie said with a satisfy smirk as she took Alicia's fro yo and slammed it into her boobs.

"OUCH!" Alicia tried to remain calm and she glanced over at the counter, no one seemed to notice the mess that was happening right in front of them. Alicia noticed the growing crowd of spectators cheering them on too (mostly guys). So she swiped some clear gloss as fast as she could on and poured Nikki's Red Bull all over Massie's flats.

"That was for taking my shoes." Alicia said, "And this is for the detention!" she took a spectator's half eaten coffee frozen yogurt and poured it over Massie's head with a satisfied look.

"So, Kuh-laire what are you gonna do now, since you can't run and cry to your pwecious Cammie?" Nikki jeered.

"THIS!" Claire laughed as she scooped a gross combination of melting fro-yo, smoothie, and shaved ice and stuffed it down Nikki's blouse.

"EVERYONE PUT THE FROZEN YOGURT AND CONFECTIONARIES DOWN AND YOU ALL HAVE THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT!" shrieked a man's voice. "MY GOD! RACHEL WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP THIS!" he screamed at the suddenly very scared blonde.

"S-s-sorry, sir!" she squeaked, "I didn't know!"

"How do you not notice a food fight that spontaneously happens!?" he bellowed in anger.

"Well, they were quiet." She lied pathetically.

"Two things clean this mess up and you're fired!" He muttered darkly underneath his breath and stormed towards his office.

"Hey Mistaaah can we go now?" Alicia asked.

"What? Oh uh sure whatever." He muttered something about "rotten teenagers" and shut the door loudly behind him.

"Ehmygawd, my mom is sooo gonna killed me for ruining this shirt." Nikki exclaimed as both the UPC and TPC walked out of Pinkberry dripping in fro yo and other frozen treats.

"How much did it cost?" Claire asked so casually that the innocent pedestrians could have thought that they were all best friends.

"Enuff, that my mom would totally ground me. I got it fresh off the website too it's not like it's a fake."

"Saysyou." Dylan fake-sneezed into the air.

"I wonder how much trouble my dad'll throw me in." Kristen wondered aloud as Alicia and Massie dialed the respective drivers.

"No one is going to get in trouble if no one spills." Massie said crisply.

"Really? So you're telling us no one would notice that we're dripping in melted yogurt?" Alicia countered.

"This would've never happened if you hadn't made a new clique." Massie pointed out.

"More like, it would have never happened if you hadn't downgraded me." Alicia countered.

"Well, maybe if you hadn't told Massie you were passé—" Dylan began.

"Shut it." Olivia said.

"Why don't you?" Claire said softly, "Look Massie Isaac's here!"

"Good, now this day can finally be done, done, and done." Massie groaned.

What would happen to the UPC or how bout TPC? Reviews will be loved! ;D