Hi guys,

Longtime no see...I am so sorry, for my departure and leaving you high and dry. I am going to post another Clique fanfic, soon I promise. However, this announcement isn't about my story. Actually, I wanted to let you guys know I am doing a Podcast that focuses on the Pretty Committee. It's called "Did You Miss Me, xoxo Massie"

Currently we're on the Anchor App, I hope to before the week is up to be on Spotify, Apple podcasts and many more.

The podcast is about the fanfic stories I will be reading my own, but if you like me to read yours that be really cool too. So if you want your story read you can message me on here. I will be debuting my new story on the podcast the first two chapters when they're done. They'll later be published here on the site after. Stay tuned.

If you like to know what my newest story is about it's a crossover between Pretty Little Liars, with some similarities to Gossip Girl.

I may continue with BOCD, but rewrite it. I don't think my story was done justice by Keira. I'll be taking my story back, and I'll be continuing with The Clique: series, but that story will be more based off the movie.

Since you guys, have been waiting forever and so supportive with my departure I'll post what I have so far.

And I'll be posting a poll on a title choices.

1. I Hope Your Pretty Face Rots In Hell

2. The Pretty Committee's Guide to Murder/ Getting Away with Murder

3. M is for Murder, not Massie

4. The Clique, (The description will read: The hardest thing isn't stay in, it's staying alive.)

The Ryan's

November 25, 2019

12:30 pm

Olivia's POV. (O's POV)

"Miss Ryan?"

"Yes..." I replied, handing my suitcase to our maid Elsa.

"Detectives Ortiz and, Haywoods East Hampton Homicide." Replied this handsome dark haired man, as he and his partner flashed me their badges. Haywood, I'm assuming looked like he was in his early thirties, dressed in a dark trench coat and slacks.

"Planning on skipping town?" Joked Ortiz, running his fingers through his salt and pepper hair, with a matching goatee. He looked a bit older, probably in his late forties or early fifties. His built was slim and he wore an old suit that looked a bit stained.

"Maybe..." I grinned, "actually were just heading up to the city to visit my grandmother." We stood there for a few moments awkward before I replied. "East Hamptons?"

"Yes ma'am, do you mind if we ask you a few questions?" Asked Detective Ortiz, gesturing for me to step to the side.

"What about...?" I asked stepping to the side.

"Massie Block."

"Sure..." I shrugged, crossing my arms over my chest. "But, there isn't much to tell Massie and I aren't exactly besties."

"We heard." Replied Ortiz.

"Then you know I can't be much help."

"Well, we just find it interesting the timing of it all." Smirked Ortiz, running his fingers over his goatee.

"The timing...?"

"Yeah...according to your classmates you and Massie got into a very heated argument a few weeks prior."

"Yeah we did which ended with me pouring Frappuccino on her head, not attempted murder." I sassed, causing the two to share a look. "But, I assume you've already seen the video..." it was trending all over social media at 65million views.

"We did, which is why I wouldn't be surprised if Massie showing up to your family's cabin uninvited would end in a physical altercation given your history." Replied Ortiz, so this was what bad cop?

"What happened Olivia?"whispered Haywood, in his piss poor attempt at befriending me. "Did think the girls would dump you for Massie again? Or did they invite Massie, and that just ticked you off. Maybe you planned on confronting her and-"

"Let me stop you there, nothing happened." I scoffed, slightly annoyed with their theorizing. "I'll tell you like I told cops the night of,I had security escort Massie from the property, and that's the last I saw her."

"So you want us to believe that, it was just a coincident that Massie was found hours later lying in a ditch, with her skull nearly bashed in on your property." I cringed at the imagery.

"That's a huge coincidence."

"Not really, that's the Atwater's property Massie was found at." I didn't miss the look two detectives gave another one another."Eh my gwad...you didn't know?" The detectives tried reigning in their shock, but it was evident. "Yeah that 'ditch' was suppose to be they're gazebo, but construction was continently pushed back,"

"And you just randomly held onto this fact, for what safe keeping?!" Snapped Ortiz, staring me down.

I quickly squared my shoulders and lifted my chin defiantly as I stared into his brown eyes, and replied.

"No...I wasn't made aware until later on." I refused to let this washed up middle aged 'man', intimidate me.

"Olivia..." Called Haywood, placing his arm between me and his partner. "I'm...just having a hard time believing you," I wasn't quite sure if he thought his so called 'good looks' would charm me. I mean he wasn't no Ryan Destiny or Cara Delevingne that's for sure. "And if you don't want to go to jail I suggest to you start talking...NOW."

"Interesting, do you know what I suggest?" I snapped, walking towards my driver as he held open the door to our town car.

"What..."

"For you to contact my lawyer from now on," I snapped, slamming the door in the detectives' faces.