Massie rolled her eyes in exhaust as she watched Layla answer a question and of course get it right. What's new? She glanced down at her outfit. A yellow ruffled tank top by Prada, a knit grey mini, black tights, and knee high black lace boots. She had curled her hair to perfection so that it had bounced and her eyes sparkled thanks to eyeliner and a natural tan shade of eye shadow. She looked ah-mazing times ten as apposed to Layla who looked…well, good. She was wearing a black vest, a Power Rangers tee, and a thin scarf. Her skinny jeans were dark-wash and her Converse were black. Layla had flat-ironed her hair and her bangs and her purple streak was hidden. Massie studied her outfit. Hmm…Massie's was probably a 9.7 but she felt like she was trying too hard and people could tell. Layla's outfit was probably a 9.4 but she looked effortlessly cute, which Massie knew took the most effort of all. She sighed. Maybe Layla did look better then her.

"Excuse me, Massie, but am I at a grocery store?" Layla whispered.

"What? Ahb-viously nawt!" Massie spat.

"Well then, stop checking me out!" she hissed. Claire, who was sitting right behind Massie, giggled into her palm. Massie whipped her head around and shot her a glare. Claire scowled at Massie and rolled her Tiffany-box blue eyes.

"Layla, when did you become so…I don't know!" Massie shot.

"Since you made my cousin cry." She smiled in Claire's direction. Massie giggled.

"She cried? Ehmagawd, Kuh-laire! What does C-R-Y B-A-B-Y spell?" Claire rolled her eyes.

"Whatevs. At least I don't write love letters to Derrington and never send them. I've read them Massie, they're so cliché. Seriously." The truth was, this new Claire, the mean one, actually did cry once in a while. Layla smirked and turned back around. The bell rang. Which meant Claire got the last word.

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Claire smiled at the lunch lady as she handed her three dollars and collected her change. She walked over to Table 18. Today, Layla, Claire, Layne, Meena, and Heather were sitting there. Layla had managed to make friends with Layne and the rest of them. Right at that moment, TPC strutted by. Claire could tell they were walking to Britney Spears' "Womanizer". She just could. Only this time, nobody was watching. They were all either with their friends or getting lunch. Occasionally, somebody would stop by and comment on Claire or Layla or Layne's outfit. Claire flash-backed to when this was TPC's table. To when she was in TPC. To when she was one of the most popular and all the LBRs would come and talk to Massie and they'd crack up and laugh at them. Layla was different. She'd say hi to each person, talk to them as if she'd known them for years, and she wouldn't dare make fun of them. Claire grinned. Let's face it. The Pretty Committee was yesterday's news.

"Um, excuse moi, but I believe this is out table." Massie stared Layla right in the eye and said.

"It's a free country. It doesn't have your name on it." Layne sighed. She straightened her neon pink tights and looked back up at Massie.

"Actually, it does." Alicia pointed to a corner that said "TPC" in lime green nail polish.

"Whatever. It doesn't make a difference." Claire shot back. Massie gripped her tray so hard her fingers turned white. Then she took her diet-Pepsi and poured it all over Claire's head. She smiled and glanced over at the only empty table, Table 4 that held two LBRs and a bunch of cobwebs. Layla's mouth shot open. She immediately threw the ketchup stained veggie burger in her hand down Massie's shirt and poured her melted chocolate chip ice cream on her perfectly conditioned hair. She grinned.

"Thanks for the memories, hun." Layla snapped a picture with her phone and turned back around. Layne chuckled and started bellowing, "Thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great!" Layla, Heather, and Meena joined in. Soon, so did Claire.

"Ugh! You guys are such LBRs!" Massie huffed.

"Yeah." Alicia seconded. "Totally."

"Seriously, is this The American Mall?" Dylan rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, or High School Musical?"Kristen agreed.

"How cheesy." Layne mimicked. Then she sat back down and rolled her green eyes. Massie screamed and stomped her way over to her table. TPC hesitated, then they followed her trail.

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"We need to bring them down. They're…" Massie hesitated. "becoming the new alphas. That's not going to fly with me." She sat down in a brown chair and leaned in.

"We need a better plan or Layla's going to be president. I will not, repeat not, let that happen." Dylan sucked on a straw of Diet Pepsi and dipped a mozzarella sticks into marinara sauce.

"Wait, then how do we stop them?" she asked curiously.

"Easy. We take them down." Massie smiled.

"Oh…I see." Alicia smirked.

"Here's the plan. We let Layla join. Claire, Layne, Heather, and Meena will be astonished. Claire won't talk to Layla. Layne won't talk to Claire. Heather and Meena also won't talk to Claire if she becomes the latest addition to TPC and my new beta."

"Hey! I'm your beta!" Alicia cried.

"Technically, yes. But for this to work, we have to rearrange a few things. Make her think we're angels. Pure angels. She'll learn to trust us with her secrets, and when she loves us the most, we kick her out. She'll be dead. If she still dares to try to win against me, then we'll make her life a living hell. Don't forget. I've got power."

"Yeah, but…what if she doesn't want to join?" Kristen asked.

"Details, details. She'll join! We'll make her!" Massie spat.

"Okay…" Dylan nodded in approval. "Nice plan." She high-fived Massie. Massie grinned and bit into a spicy tuna roll. Things would be the same in three, two, one.

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