A/N: chapter 10! I've got nothing else to say really. Enjoy. This fan-fiction is best served cold.

Massie woke to the discreet chiming of her alarm clock. Resisting the urge to smack it and possibly destroy it with a blunt weapon of some sort, she got up. She pulled her now brown pixie bob (A/N: I always wanted a pixie bob) back with a plain black headband and looked at her options. Settling on a denim skirt in black and gold rhinestone Dior Tee, she picked out her new Jimmy Choo shoes. She walked down stairs and picked up her gold Ballenciaga bag. Picking up a Go Tart on a whim, she flipped through a newly delivered Teen Vogue. Her mother came in, wearing a pale pink Juicy Couture tracksuit.

"Yes, Judy, I know. Claire will be fine. Just send Alicia too… She'll adjust. I know Massie misses her…Well yes, it-" Her mothers conversation went on and on, and Massie just calmly flipped through Vogue.

"Alright. Bye." She placed the silver phone back into its cradle.

"Who was that?" Massie asked

"Judy Lyons. She wants to send Claire and Alicia to Ocean View Middle in California for the year she's gone. She's worried Claire might not want to go. She's had a hard enough time letting Claire go to California without her. If it wasn't for the wait staff and personal escorts, Wesley and Gemma, she might just have a breakdown."

"Sometimes I worry about her." Massie's mother added. Massie felt bad for Mrs. Lyons. She had to watch her daughter get picked on by, well her, and now with Claire going to another school for the time being, well, she could understand Mrs. Lyons's anxiety. A car honked outside.

"Well, that's Isaac. I have to go before my private Cardio-kickboxing Yoga class starts. Ta-ta dear." She kissed Massie on the forehead and Massie smiled and waved bye as she walked to the driveway. Stepping into the Range Rover, Isaac looked confused.

"Where's Claire?" Massie raised an eyebrow.

"California. Don't pick up Alicia, she went with her." The venom was evident in her voice. Isaac shrugged and drove on.

Fifteen minutes later, Dylan and Kristen all piled in. It was roomier, but no one seemed to notice. They were too bust talking about what Alicia and Claire were doing. Massie was worried. Would her popularity go down because Claire was gone? Massie contemplated this as they approached the school. Getting out Massie noticed something…unsettling. The outside was totally deserted, no chatting girls, no annoyed teachers trying desperately not to be late.

"Where is everybody?" Kristen asked

"I don't know. Are we late?" said Massie

"No. It Seven-forty-five. Where could they be?" Dylan replied, answering her question.

"Let's go inside. School can't be cancelled." Massie smoothed her skirt and walked in. Everybody was there all right, but they stopped talking once she came inside the building. All stared at her and it made Massie uncomfortable.

"What the heck?" Dylan whispered.

"What's wrong with them?" Kristen inquired

Whispers became incessant, and Massie was becoming nervous. What was going on?

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"Yes Claire, you and Alicia are enrolled in Ocean View middle. You will attend. Understand?" her mother's voice was blunt.

"Yes mom." She hung up before she could say another word. Her cell-phone rang again.

"Claire? It's Gemma. Listen, Brad wants you to meet him in the Whirlpool Bar in a half hour okay? Great, see ya." Click! The line went dead.

"What's up?" Alicia said. She was still in her pajamas.

"The director wants to meet us in the hotel's bar. We have thirty minutes."

"What?! Okay, but you're rushing perfection." Alicia dashed out. Claire couldn't believe it. Alicia ran. No way. Shaking her head, Claire threw on a destroyed Abercrombie mini-skirt and Gucci t-shirt, with flip-flops. At least she was comfortable.

Twenty minutes later, Alicia emerged in a billow of steam from the bathroom. She wore a Scoop neck white shirt and white washed jeans. A black necklace layered many times hung around her slim neck. Black heels completed it.

"C'mon." Claire held the door open, and felt her room key in her pocket. They took the elevator down, Two...the elevator stopped. A guy got in, who looked almost like Leonardo DiCaprio, except younger.

"Hi," he said. "Level one?" he flashed a brilliant smile. Claire's inside felt like they were doing the mambo. Alicia nodded.

"Cool." The door opened. "See you." He stepped out of the elevator and headed for the entrance.

"Well, come on." Alicia pulled Claire to Whirlpool.

The dim, blue and navy lights made to look like the sea illuminated the bar. Comfy chairs lined the area, and business women and men chatted on cell phones or typed into notebooks. The bar itself was a cool cerulean, with changing colors like the waves.

"Excuse me, but aren't you girls a little young?" a passing waiter said, carrying a delicate Apple Martini.

"Oh we're not-Wait you think we're here for drinks?" Claire asked

"Well this is a bar." He replied

"We're meeting Brad Woodman." Alicia retorted.

"That guy?" he jerked his thumb over to a man on a low chair, surrounded by papers and manila folders.

"Thank-" Claire turned to thank the waiter properly, but he already left to another table. The two walked over Brad Woodman.

"Excuse me, Mr. Woodman? I'm Claire Lyons and this is Alicia Rivera." He held up a finger to let them know he would be with them in a minute.

"Yes Colleen, I know we still need to cast for Ellie's older sister. Yes. Hold on. The girls are here. " He snapped his phone shut and motioned for them to sit.

"So, you're Claire Lyons. I saw your part in Dial L. Brilliant work, may I add. This is your friend?" He waved over the waiter and asked for a margarita.

"So, we're going to begin shooting next month, and I know your mother had probably enrolled you two into some kind of educational system, am I right?" They nodded and he went on."

"Well, we're still casting, let me know if you see any talent that might be good for Ellie. I'm looking for a brunette, honey brown hair or jet-black. Got it? Okay, to real business."

"Claire, the shoot will begin at Five a.m and will end whenever we finish the last scene for the day. You'll have a trailer, and a wardrobe and make-up stylist. Your rep should have told you that already. You do have a rep right?" Claire shook her head

"Well then we'll have to find you one. Do you have anyone in mind you'd like especially to be your representative?"

"Not really." Claire replied.

"Hmm. Okay, your Wardrobe stylist's name is Danni, and Make up artist is Renee. Here's a copy of the final script with blocking included." He looked at Alicia

"Have you ever been interested in acting?" he asked

"I'm not exactly a professional but it has crossed my mind. I did Amateurs Week for the Daily Grind, but really-"

"Wonderful! You'll be perfect for Ellie's sisters Annabelle!" he exclaimed

"See you tomorrow." He handed a thick script to Alicia.

"Oh. My. God. I'm going. To be. In a movie. Oh. My. God." Alicia squealed in squealed in shock or surprise- Claire wasn't sure which one. Claire forced a smile.

"Wonderful."

A/N: Hope you liked it! I'm still working out the kinks in the second fan fiction in the series, but I've got an outline up. Review, and etc.

Cheers!

-Eternal

Preview for Chapter Eleven:

Alicia and Claire stood in front of Ocean View Middle. Girls milled around the front, wearing destroyed minis and bright t-shirts. Claire looked at her tailored black pin striped pants and felt her throat tighten. Once again, Claire Lyons felt like she had worn the wrong thing. Again.