THE BLOCK ESTATE

MASSIE'S BEDROOM

WEDNESDAY, APRIL 12

7:48 P.M.

Massie had just finished writing her in/out list in her Palm Pilot. It read:

CURRENT STATE OF THE UNION

IN OUT

PRETTY COMMITTEE THE CUTE SUIT

PRADA FRAUDA

DERRINGTON CONNER

She smiled, satisfied. Then she checked her gold watch. Her friends were exactly two minutes late for her exclusive Friday night sleepovers.

She heard a knock on her door. "Come in."

It was Claire. "Hey, Massie." She smiled widely. "Do you want me to help get the sleeping bags ready?"

"Sure," Massie said, glad she wouldn't have to do it by herself. She plopped off her duvet bed and opened her closet door.

There was another knock on the door. Massie was relieved that she had a distraction and left Claire to do all the work. She ran out to greet her friends, who had brought their expensive bags and purses for the sleepover. "Hey."

"H, Massie," Alicia said. "Me, Kristen and Dylan were just coming up with some ideas for getting rid of those wannabes."

"Have you thought of anything yet?" Massie hated that they'd left her out. She wanted to be the one with all the news.

"Yeah. We were just thinking about how, you know, Claire pretended to be friends with them and stuff. Well, I think we should maybe publicly announce Claire as 'out' so they'll believe us. Because they don't seem to really trust Claire. They know she's still with us," Kristen explained.

"What?" Claire's jaw dropped. "I have to be out again?"

"Why would we do that?" Massie asked in her friend's defense. Claire relaxed. Maybe Massie could get her out of it. She hated the thought of being out.

"So they trust her. And then we can find some way to get back," Dylan said while noisily eating lettuce.

"Hmmm…" Massie said.

"This is the only way we can get back at them," Kristen pleaded.

"Done." Massie looked at Claire for approval, but Claire was looking out the window.

"Claire, come here." Alicia motioned for her to stand with the rest of them.

"I don't want to do it." Claire sniffled.

"Relax, Kuh-laire," Massie said. "It's just pretend this time. Besides, you're going to L.A. tomorrow. How much could you miss out on?"

"But we're friends," Claire said. She turned away, hoping the girls wouldn't notice the big tears that were starting to form in her light blue eyes. She wiped them, pretending there was something in her eye.

"Don't worry," Dylan reassured her. "We'll still IM each other. We just have to keep it secret."

"So you're going to torment me again?" Claire asked accusingly. She hated how she sounded, but she was too hurt to really care.

Alicia looked at Massie, trying to decide how to react, but Massie spoke out. "Claire, it's just going to be for, like, three days. And besides, you know we're still your friends. We won't do any of that stuff we did when we first met you, okay? And we'll let you back in after you find out all their secrets."

"And we don't want them to take over," Alicia reminded her.

"Fine." Claire looked away.

"Then let's do it." Massie looked for the other's approval.

"Done."

"Done."

"And done."

"This looks ah-mazing on me," Alicia said. The girls had been doing a special wardrobe switch, and everyone had brought their clothes for others to try on. Massie's closet was open to all her BFFs, and so was Claire's. Alicia had Massie's leather blazer with a beige silk tank top paired with Dylan's white denim jeans. The look was finished with a pair of Massie's Uggs.

"I love your clothes," Claire told Alicia as she tried on a Ralph Lauren hoodie. "They're ah-dorable."

"Thanks." Alicia beamed.

"So can we keep some of these?" Kristen asked hopefully. "Or borrow them?"

"You can borrow some of my clothes, I guess. But you know what's OL." Massie smirked.

"Well you can keep this," Dylan said, digging out an ugly green lace cami. "I don't even know where I got this thing."

"Thanks!" Kristen said happily as Dylan tossed it to her. She inspected it for any flaws and then tried it on with her old Seven jeans. "This looks super-cute."

"Ehmagawd, you're right," Massie said. "You look ah-mazing in that."

"Thanks, Massie," Kristen said, still not taking her eyes off the mirror. "This adds a nice feminine touch to my boy cut. I like it."

Dylan looked jealous. "It looked horrible on me. Maybe I'm just too fat."

"You're not fat!" Everyone shouted at the same time.

Dylan just looked down at her shoes.

Claire was trying on some of Dylan's outfits while everyone was arguing about Dylan's weight issues. She was still hurt about being out again. She knew it was fake, that she wasn't really out, but there was this feeling inside of her that she had always been 'out' in a way. Even when she was in the Pretty Committee, Massie and the other girls had been mean to her. Especially after her role as Molly in Dial L for Loser, they had embarrassed her and tried to make her boyfriend hate her, along with a bunch of other horrible things Massie and Alicia had said to her. And it felt like when they said she'd be out, she was really out. But she tried to enjoy herself now, because she knew she wouldn't like the next week.

"Kuh-laire!" Massie's voice echoed through her head.

"Huh?" Claire asked.

"I've asked you like three times already. Can I try these cute Juicy pants on?"

"Um, sure," Claire said. Then she went back to trying on Dylan's cute white shirt.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Alicia said casually. "I have some news that's worth…let me see… about ten gossip points."

"Done." Massie was the quickest to respond.

"Done." Kristen barely looked up from the pile of clothes.

"Done," Dylan said.

Claire bit her lip. "And done."

"Okay, there's going to be a new girl tomorrow. Her name is Felicia Whitman and she's going to be in several of our classes."

"Really?" Massie asked. "Then we have to make a favorable impression, as we do for awl of the new girls. After all, we are the prettiest, most popular girls in this school."

"Yeah." Dylan chimed in.

"And. I heard she's super-rich. As in, her parents are billionaires. They own some designing company in France," Alicia added.

"They come from France?" Kristen asked, her eyes wide. "And they're billionaires?"

"Yeah. They moved here all the way from Paris or something. Hey, maybe we could let her in the Pretty Committee, 'cause she's so rich."

"How do you know all this?" Massie demanded.

"My parents are friends of hers or something. But I've never met her, or her parents, so I don't know what she's like." Alicia shrugged.

Felicia Whitman unpacked her wardrobe of over a thousand shirts, pants, and dresses. Then she took out her trunk load of accessories and spread them out on her floor. "What am I going to wear tomorrow?" she muttered to herself. Almost half of her clothes were designed by her personal assistants and custom-made for her. After all, her family was the richest in all of Paris, France. But now they had to move to this place… Westchester, New York. It did not look very impressive, but at least it didn't look like a poor small town. She was thankful, at least, that there was a mansion big enough for her family. She hated small houses; they made her feel sick and trapped.

She decided to wear a special pair of Uggs that had been made exclusively for her- knee-high, with sheepskin and a few rare furs lining the bottom. She had studded it with small diamonds on the side, and they were her favorite pair. As for her outfit, she would wear her dark suede micromini with a pair of tights and her purple velvet cami. She gave herself a glance in the mirror. She looked like fashion royalty. Her super-light sapphire necklace matched her eyes perfectly as she twirled around in her skirt, and the exceedingly shiny gold bracelets on her wrists were almost like the color of her hair. "Perfect."

So what if she had to move? She'd rule this school, just as she had ruled every school she had ever been to. France was the country of fashion, and she was sure all the girls in Octavian Day School would love her and her amazing sense of style. She would make sure she was the most popular girl in all of Westchester.

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