MAY 1
"Ehmagawd, do you know how many people asked me to sign autographs?" Massie asked, shaking her head even though she enjoyed the attention. She was wearing a glamorous gold halter dress that glittered in the bright cafeteria lights and a pair of denim True Religion jeans. Her new silver Coach clutch was in her hand, and she had added a few new charms to her fashionable bracelet. Her dark hair was tied in a super tight sexy bun and matched her limited edition brown rhinestone-covered Uggs. "How ah-nnoying."
"We're, like, new celebs," Alicia said, giggling. "I think I signed like the whole class's US Weekly issues first period. I still can't believe it."
"Puh-lease. We always come out on top." Massie walked confidently to their five-top table when she saw four girls sitting there. She stopped, and turned to look at her friends. They hadn't noticed yet.
"Point," Alicia said, still not looking at their table.
"There must be some kind of mistake," Massie barked, pointing. Who gave these LBRs permission to sit at her exclusive table?
Dylan had an angry scowl on her pretty face. "Who do they think they are?"
"Seriously." Claire glanced at Massie, secretly wondering what she would do next.
"What do we do?" Kristen asked, panicking.
"Let's show these EWs who the real Pretty Committee is," Massie said, stomping her Jimmy Choo kitten heels down on the café floor.
The girls sitting at their table suddenly noticed the Pretty Committee storming at them, and began whispering to each other. Massie was dying to know what they were saying about her, but she didn't let on. After all, she didn't want to seem totally desperate. "Why the hell are you sitting at our table?"
Brittany Porter flinched. She had known that this was coming, but she didn't expect the Pretty Committee to come back so soon. She decided to pretend she had no idea what Massie was talking about. "Huh? This is your table? I thought this was just an empty table me and my friends could sit at."
"No, you LBR, this is where you worship my feet," Massie spat. "Now get ouwt before I choke you by your fake scarf and toss it in the nearest toilet."
Dylan, Kristen, Alicia and Claire busted out laughing.
One of the girls, a girl with brown hair and a Frauda bag, looked like she was about to argue but then left with the rest of her group. Massie glared her down.
"This is horrible," Kristen groaned.
"I know." Alicia grinned. "We totally have to get back at those losers."
"Ehmagawd, that's my line," Massie said, but then shrugged and looked over at Brittany's group, who had moved to the standard six-person table.
"Thank gawd they're gone," Dylan said. "They totally pissed me off. Especially how that girl acted all fake clueless, like she didn't know that this was our table. Puh-lease, everyone knows we're the most popular girls in OCD. And this is our exclusive table."
"I know," Claire said. She was wearing a cute Juicy hoodie from the comp box with her old Citizens of Humanity jeans and her Keds. "But do you think they're going to make trouble for us, now that we're here and they were trying to be the new Pretty Committee?"
"Excah-use me?" Massie stared Claire down. "Kuh-laire, do I look like an ant?"
"Um, no." Claire sipped her chocolate milk.
"Then why do you think I'm going to let them step all over me?"
"Nice one." Alicia hi-fived her best friend. Massie grinned in pleasure. She wouldn't let that EW take her spot as the most popular girl in OCD.
"So what are we going to do about them?" Dylan asked.
Massie waved her off. "I'm thinking about it."
"Ehmagawd, I have an idea!" Alicia said, clapping her hands together. Massie hated that she'd thought of something before her. "I noticed they were all wearing knockoffs. So if we expose them… then they won't ever bother the Pretty Committee again."
"Just how are we going to do that?" Kristen asked.
"I got it!" Alicia said. The girls all leaned in to listen to what she had to say…
A few minutes later, Claire was walking towards Brittany's table. When she finally got there, she paused and said, "Hey, guys. Can I sit here?"
Julianna looked at her with suspicion. "Aren't you Massie's friend?"
"No. I mean, um, I wanted to throw away my tray and this table was closer. Besides, Massie's being awfully bitchy lately. So I wanted to sit somewhere else."
"Lately? She's always like that," Lisa, the brunette, muttered.
"I know," Claire said with fake sympathy. Thank Gawd she knew how to act! "I saw how she treated you guys. I mean, it shouldn't matter if you guys use the Pretty Committee's table when they're gone right?"
"Yeah, totally," Brittany said. She eyed Claire with interest. "Hey, since you and Massie aren't getting along, why don't you join us?"
"Ehmagawd, I would love to!" Claire squealed. "What are you guys called?"
"We're the Cute Suit." Tina smiled proudly. "You know, like a suit is a kind of card, right? And there are four suits. Like there are four of us."
"Genius!" Claire said loudly.
"Yeah. Brittany came up with it," Lisa said, smiling through her braces.
"So are you guys popular?" Claire asked.
"Were," Julianna mumbled. "Until Massie and her Pretty Committee came back. Now we're out again."
"I feel so bad," Claire said. "But maybe I can help us get popular."
"Oh, yeah! You're the movie star, right?" Brittany brightened up immediately. "I'm so gonna buy that movie when it comes out in DVD."
"Thanks," Claire said. "Oh, and I was just wondering. Do you guys have boyfriends?"
"No, but we have crushes," Julianna said, blushing.
"Who?" Claire asked, trying to sound casual. This was perfect!
"Um, don't tell anyone, OK?" Julianna asked.
"Done."
"Josh Hotz."
"Are you serious?" Claire couldn't wait to tell Alicia. She would get at least twenty gossip points for this.
"Yeah. Why?"
"Well… umm… my friend likes him," Claire said.
"Which friend?" Brittany looked interested now.
"I can't say." Claire looked down at her knees, hoping they would be convinced that she was sorry.
"Oh," Brittany said, clearly disappointed.
"Is it one of the girls from the Pretty Committee?" Lisa asked.
"Maybe," Claire said.
"Okay…" Brittany's brow furrowed.
"So who do you think is the hottest guy at Briarwood?" Claire asked. She was actually kind of curious.
Brittany shrugged. "I guess Derrick. Harrington."
"Well, I like Josh. Of course. He's just so cute. I love his Spanish-ness. And he's one of the best players," Julianna gushed.
"Derrick," Lisa said.
"I think it's Cam Fisher," Tina said. "But they're all cute, of course."
"Well, I'm going out with him," Claire said, glaring at Tina. "Didn't you know that?"
"You're going out with Cam? What?" Tina asked. She looked jealous. "And nobody told me about it?"
"I thought you already knew that," Brittany said reprovingly.
Tina just looked hurt.
"So what brands do you guys wear?" Claire asked. "It's okay, you can tell me. I showed up to school wearing Gap jeans and Old Navy T-shirts, remember?"
"Yeah… um, well we shop at Ralph Lauren and Calvin Klein. Sometimes. But we usually can't afford a lot of their stuff, so we buy from the same stores you do. Abercrombie, Old Navy, Gap, Hollister, and those places. But we do have some expensive stuff," Julianna added defensively.
"Oh. Cool." Claire smiled warmly.
"Kuh-laire!" Massie shouted from her table.
"I gotta go," Claire said, giving the Cute Suit girls an apologetic look. "Sorry."
"It's okay." Brittany gave her a sympathetic look. "Join us again anytime."
"Done." Claire walked over to Massie's table.
"Tell us everything." Alicia folded her arms across her chest, trying to hide her big boobs again.
"I have some news that's worth at least twenty gossip points," Claire said proudly.
"Really? Tell us," Dylan said, her mint-green eyes widening.
"Okay. You know the blonde one? The one with the super-light blonde hair, kind of like mine? Well, her name is Julianna and…"
"What?" Massie asked impatiently. "Tell us already."
"She likes Josh Hotz!"
"Ehmagawd!" Alicia screeched. "Josh is mine!"
Alicia examined Julianna, trying to determine if she could possibly be a threat.
"Oh, and. Brittany and Lisa think Derrington is the hottest guy at Briarwood. And Tina thinks Cam is," Claire said.
"What?" Massie snapped. "They like Derrington?"
"I guess." Claire shrugged.
"Puh-lease. Derrington is my boyfriend. And with their looks and those knockoffs, there is no way they'd have a chance." Massie sniggered. "I actually almost feel bad that those girls are so pathetic. The Cute Suit? More like the Hoot Suit if you ask me."
"I know," Kristen said. "They have got to go."
"Um, so do I." Dylan was pacing nervously, crossing her legs every few steps.
"Ew!" Massie said, waving Dylan off. "Just go!"
"Fine." Dylan looked a little hurt that Massie was dismissing her like that, but ran off to the bathroom anyways.
"So now what?" Kristen asked Massie.
"Ask Alicia." Massie shrugged. She wanted to punish Alicia for pushing ahead of her. "It was her idea."
Alicia turned around. "Who?"
Claire found this all very funny and laughed for a good minute.
