A/N: What's up? Well, Thanks to reviewers! Thanks also to MrsZacEfron for reminding me of the error in chapter 10.

Massie ate her Spicy tuna roll, taking into account that everyone was glaring or whispering in their general direction. Kristen just stabbed at her salad, and Dylan didn't even touch her food. Just then, Massie saw out of her peripheral vision Lola walking by with a plate of Fettuccini Alfredo. She walked over to Lola, than watched her set her tray down. She sat down and Massie took the opportunity. She yanked her shoulder and dragged her behind a corner.

"What did you do?" she demanded

"What?" she asked in disbelief

"What did you do, because no one will talk to us?!"

"I swear I didn't do anything. I have nothing to do with this!" Lola begged, almost hysterical. Massie's eye's widened a bit.

"Did Sam do this?" Lola attempted to shrug but Massie's grip tightened.

"If your sister did this, then tell her something for me." She whispered something into Lola's ear. Lola gasped.

"So you'll tell her then?" Massie asked her tone coated with sugary sweetness. Lola weakly nodded, Massie turned on her heel and flounced back to her table. Lola stood at the wall, quivering for a moment, and numbly moved back to her far corner table, and finished her Fettuccini Alfredo lunch.

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Sam straightened her Miu Miu skirt and bent over the mirror above the sink in the girls' bathroom to examine a blemish on her left cheek.

"I can't believe you did that." A voice interrupted Sam form her routine make-up re-appliance. Sam found Lola, eyes glaring and arms crossed.

"Whatever do you mean, sister dear?" Sam batted her eyelashes, putting as much contempt as possible under the thin layer of faux sweetness.

"You know what I mean. Massie practically garroted me in lunch to do because of your pathetic scheme. What's your problem?" she growled.

"Oh yeah? Well at least I have the guts to do something to get to the top," she shouted, hurling her words like ice at Lola "Who do you think got Melanie in England to quit all her extracurriculars so we could dominate, her boyfriend? I want the popularity, just like back in London. I'm sick of being the "new girl". I'm sick of the stares and the snubbed attitude I get from everyone around me." She put a nasty spin on New Girl.

"It doesn't mean you have to socially ruin Massie. She told me to pass on a message."

"Oh yeah? And what would that be?" Sam asked, feigning interest.

"She told me: 'You messed with wrong girl. By the time I'm through with you, you'll be a social leper.'" Lola gave Sam a nasty look and pushed the door open, storming out. Sam just let out a small 'hmph!' and continued to reapply her make-up.

'Lola's always been so dramatic.' Sam mused

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Alicia and Claire ate their lunch uneasily. Every time Alicia looked up, she saw The Royals staring at them, grinning in the I'm-going-to-eat-you way. Claire stood up and walked over to the trash can. Alicia saw the girl Bria walk over to meet Claire and talk to her, handing her a slip of paper. Alicia suspicious nature was aroused. What did The Royals want with Claire?

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Claire sat down again, feeling the small bump in the back of her pants pocket the note made. She decided to read it without Alicia around. She sat staring at the intricate bubble pattern on the school's Cafeteria tables until the bell rang, signaling the start of Study Hall. Pushing in her chair, Claire jogged towards the nearest restroom. Shutting herself in a stall, she opened the note as quietly could, in case someone else was in here with her. Her eyes quickly scanned the page, carefully analyzing it for hidden meanings. It read:

Claire-

I'm sure you've heard of The Royals. The ultra-exclusive clique where everyone wants to be you. Well, you've been invited to The Royals annual Fall Fling, at the High Rise Country Club. It is formal and it is the party of the year. It is black attire and formal wear event, so dress your best, for the boys from Shoreline will be there. The time is eight o'clock sharp ending at ten or eleven, depending if want to leave or not. Wink Wink.So dress up and show up.

-The Royals

Claire stared at the note again. It hadn't even mentioned Alicia. Claire wondered why. She sighed. Now she had to deal with another dilemma: Making up an excuse to go to a formal party without her.

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Two hours later, Alicia found herself in a small anteroom to a soundstage in Star Bright Studios. The snippy assistant, Gemma had called her and had informed her that Alicia would be attending an audition for her proposed part. Three other hopefuls, including Alicia herself, sat on a burnt red sofa. Two didn't have a chance. One had frizzy, unmanageable hair, with no stage presence, and the other looked like she was liable to fall asleep. A double shot Red Eye from Starbucks was loosely dangling in her limp hand. The third however, posed an actual threat. She possessed perky blue eyes and lengthy hair. She radiated confidence and genuine personality. Alicia nervously re-applied her lip-gloss. The assistant director poked his head in: "Amanda Surreys?" he asked. The girl with frizzy hair shuffled inside. The blonde girl slid over, more room on the roomier couch.

"So…" the blonde began "What's your name?"
"A-uh-licia." She stuttered.

"I'm Nicole!" She playfully shook hands with her and giggled.

The door swung open, revealing a tearful hopefully. Grabbing her Tommy Hilfiger purse, she stormed out, slamming the lobby's door.

"Alice Rivera?" The director popped in.

"Alicia." She corrected, and followed him back to the dimly lit stage.

A/N: Well, here it is. I split Chapter 11 in two. Here's part two. Here's a poll:

Should Alicia be accepted into The Royals?

Yes

No.

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-Eternal