(A/N Sorry for the wait guys! Finals are coming up, and we've been extrememly busy! Looks like we only have a couple chapters to go, but this one is well worth the wait...and I can say that without being concieted because Maggie wrote it! But thanks so much for all your reviews and support! We heart you! Enjoy!)

The Block Estate, Westchester

Massie's Room

Thursday, October 2nd

5:27

Massie hung up her iPhone after getting Alicia's voicemail for the seventh time. "Ugh," she moaned. "Where is everyone?"

Bean barked sympathetically, her little black head resting on her paws. Massie looked at the sleepy puppy. "I know," she sighed. "I shouldn't be so worked up over this. But no one should be having fun while I'm stuck in my room!"

Bean let out a little yawn, got up and trotted out of Massie's room in search of a quieter room.

Ten minutes later, her phone rang, signifying she had a new text. DERRICK. Massie's heart gave a little flutter even though she was over him.

Hey Block. How's the suspension?

Massie's quick fingers sent out a reply.

Boring :( I am stuck in my room. Do u know why no one will answer my calls?

A few seconds later, her phone rang again.

Um, we are doing something. I g2g sorry bye!

Massie resisted the urge to throw her new phone against the wall in frustration. One, her friends were ignoring her. Two, her friends had the boys involved. Three, her friends weren't even telling her what they were doing! They were being all secretive, and it drove Massie nuts.

Ignoring her first decision, Massie threw her phone at the white wall, where it hit and smashed into pieces.

Claire and Cam strolled innocently passed Mrs. Green's closed door for the fifth time that morning.

"We're never going to see anything," Cam sighed. "Mrs. Green's door is always closed."

Claire nodded, wracking her brain for a way to see inside.

"Eh ma gawd, I have to go home!" She said, an idea forming in her brain.

"What? Why? Are you sick?" Cam asked, instantly putting a hand on her forehead.

"No, and I'll be back. But I need one of Todd's spy cameras. If we can get into Mrs. Green's office when no one else is in there, then we can hide the camera and get proof!"

"Claire, you're a genius!" Cam said, high-fiving her. "Call me as soon as you get back to the school. I'll just tell the teacher's you have a headache so you're in the nurse's room or something."

"Okay," Claire said, getting out her cell phone to call Isaac. "See ya!"

Cam watched her run out the school doors, not once looking back.

Alicia sat directly behind Felicia in Art class. Most days were spent glaring at the back of Felicia's super conceited head. But not today.

Today, Alicia was trying to work up the nerve for what she was going to do. Clenching the cold metal scissors in her moisturized hands, she thought again about if she was doing was completely evil. Felicia's hair was down in loose, shiny, black waves. It would be so easy just to—

Snip!

Before Alicia even realized what she did, Felicia whirled around, shrieking.

"My hair! Eh ma gawd, what did you do to my hair?!" She cried, touching the back of her head.

Alicia looked at the scissors in her hand, then at the big chunks of Felicia's black hair on the ground, and then at Felicia's new 'do.

It was cut to the nape of her neck, and very uneven. It looked like her hair had been cut by a three year old!

By now, Felicia was in tears. "Miss Susan!" She screeched. "Alicia Rivera just cut my hair!"

Alicia quickly dropped the scissors and kicked the to Strawberry's desk. "It wasn't me! Alicia said, batting her eyelashes innocently. "It was Strawberry! Honest!"

Miss Susan turned her glare to Strawberry, ordering her to go to Mrs. Green's office. Strawberry got up, knowing not to get Alicia in trouble.

"I know it was you," Felicia hissed, after Miss Susan had gone back to work. "Because of you, my hair looks like a raccoon ate it!"

"Puh-lease," Alicia sneered. "It looks better than that slutty cut you had before."

Felicia raised an eyebrow. "Josh seemed to like that hair cut."

She then got up and walked to Miss Susan's desk "Miss Susan, I NEED to go home! I have to get into François' salon ay-sap!"

Miss Susan shook her head. "I'm sorry Felicia. But Mrs. Green has made sure we don't let students go home unless they're sick."

"Well I AM sick! Puh-lease! I have to go; look at my hair!" she shrieked.

Miss Susan just shook her head and made Felicia return to her seat.

Felicia was crying again, silently this time. Everyone knew an actress' hair was an important part of her career.

She turned around to face Alicia, tears spilling out of her red-rimmed eyes. "I hope you're happy," she sniffled.

Alicia flashed Felicia a bright smile. "Actually, I am!"

Claire arrived home at exactly eleven-twenty two AM. She had about five minutes to slip into the house, sneak into Todd's room –without breathing the toxic fumes that was his gym socks-, steal a camera, and get back out without her mom noticing her.

She swiftly climbed in through an open window in the living room, making sure her feet didn't make a thump when she landed. Step one, get into the house, was complete.

She heard her mother's footsteps coming toward this room. Claire smacked a hand on her forehead. She was such an idiot! She shouldn't have come through this window –it was time for the Oprah show, and her mother always watched it.

Dashing to the nearest couch, and slipping underneath, Claire stayed completely quiet, terrified of what her mother would do if she found out Claire ditched school.

Judi Lyons walked through the doors, humming the theme music to the show. As she sat down on the couch, it bent down towards Claire, touching the top of her head. Claire made a mental note to tell her mom to lay of the chips for a while.

As soon as she heard Oprah's bubbly voice go up in volume, Claire wriggled her way out from under the couch and padded quietly up the stairs.

The moment Claire opened Todd's door, the noxious smell of sweaty, crusty socks entered her nostrils. She put her red tank top over her nose, and walked toward his closet, being careful not to step on anything infectious.

She rummaged through Todd's secret shoe box full of spy gear. She found the small spy camera, no bigger than a button, and held it up like a trophy.

Claire couldn't help smiling to herself as she climbed out of Todd's window and down Todd's secret run away ladder. He always kept it in his window just in case he needed to run away.

After speeding her bike through town, Claire arrived back at school, careful not to be spotted by Mrs. Green.

"Hey, Cam, I'm back!" She said into her phone. "I got the camera, so meet me outside of Mrs. Green's room now."

"Okay, good job, Claire!" Cam said and hung up.

Claire only waited three seconds before Cam showed up, panting and out of breath.

"I ran," He explained.

Claire smirked, adding Cam to the list of people who wouldn't be eating chips for a snack.

"So what's the plan?" He asked, after getting his breath back.

"You'll create a distraction, one that makes Mrs. Green get out of her office and far away."

"Like what?" Cam asked.

Claire shrugged. "I don't know, I came up with the plan." And it was a plan she was proud of. It was Massie-worthy. If only Massie were here right now, praising her for her genius plan.

"Okay, I'll think of something."

"Anyway, after I see Mrs. Green follow you far away, I'll sneak in, plant the camera somewhere, and then we can watch whatever happens on this screen." Claire held up the small GPS-sized screen.

"Got it. I'll go distract Mrs. Green."

Claire hid behind a big fake plant so she could watch Cam and Mrs. Green.

"Mrs. Green!" Cam yelled and knocked on the wooden door. "Mrs. Green help me!'

Mrs. Green came running and opened the door. Her panic faded when she saw that it was Cam, one of the boys involved in the infamous food and fist fights.

"What do you want, Mr. Fisher?" She asked in a tired voice.

"Help me! Somebody just…um, somebody just…" Cam trailed off, actual panic in his eyes.

Claire smacked a hand against her forehead. Cam was ruining everything!

"Someone just stole my purse!" He said, his multicolored eyes lighting up. "I-I mean, my girlfriend's purse! She had everything in there…including a check from her parents to the school!"

Mrs. Green gasped as Cam mentioned the purse. "Which way did he go? Come on, Mr. Fisher we've got to find that check! I mean that purse!"

Cam jogged down the corridor, with Mrs. Green following closely behind him.

Claire sneaked in, and planted the small camera on Mrs. Green's desk, where she was in clear view of everything.

A little while later, Mrs. Green came back, mumbling something about the youth of today smoking things that caused them to hallucinate.

"Mr. Grant, please report to my office, thank you," Mrs. Green's voice said over the speakers.

Mr. Grant walked in a few minutes later. Cam turned on the screen and he and Claire watched closely at everything that was happening.

And they were very shocked at what they saw.

(A/N Mwahahaha! Hopefully we'll finish it before the summer goes on, so you all can read the ending and weep with joy. Or maybe sorrow. Hee hee! Thanks guys, we love you and you're reviews...they really make our lives!)