Starting where I left off. Enjoy!

Note: Astiere Couture is NOT a real store. I just made it up. Just to clear up any confusion.

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Massie was totally pissed. That wannabe dared to toss her M brooch onto the grass as if it were a piece of dirt she was scraping off Derrington's chest? She couldn't believe it. Derrington looked confused, staring at Massie for some sort of explanation or idea as to why Brittany had just done that. But there wasn't anything in Massie Block's eyes except for sheer fury at that moment. All she knew was one thing- Brittany was done, done, and done.

"Why the hell did you just do that?" Massie growled through gritted teeth and stepped up to Brittany with a menacing glare. "That is my rhinestone brooch and you know it!"

Brittany looked away. Even she knew better than to do anything that might piss Massie off even more. And even though she had an air of fake confidence around her, she still cowered in fear at Massie Block, the queen of fashion and coolness. And bitchiness, she thought bitterly as she stared down at her feet, waiting to be punished. She knew she had gone too far this time. But beneath that pride and fear, she was starting to get angry. So what if Massie was the most popular girl in OCD now? She and her friends could take over anytime. So she didn't think about it- and kicked Massie in the shin. Hard.

"Ehmagawd!" Massie shrieked. She clutched her leg in pain and fell to the ground, humiliated. "Ow…"

Everyone stood in cold shock as they saw what had happened. Even Brittany couldn't believe what she had just done. She pretended not to notice everyone's stares and the cold glares of the Pretty Committee, and walked away, trying to fade into the crowd. Maybe nobody would recognize her. She had a feeling that she would pay for this later.

"Massie, are you okay?" Kristen asked for the tenth time. Massie winced. "I'm fine. Except maybe my leg is broken."

"That's not fine," Dylan told her alpha. "We have to get back at Brittany. And the rest of her Hoot Suit."

"Yeah," Alicia said. "Massie, do you want us to help you up? The game starts in a minute and everyone is clearing off the field. We gotta go."

Derrington still looked confused, but turned to Massie and asked, "Are you all right? I'll ask the coach to send in a substitute goalie if you want me to. It's more important that you're okay than if we win this game or not."

"Even if it is the championships?" Massie's eyes widened. Suddenly she felt like she was going to cry.

"Yeah," Derrington said gently. He looked like he didn't want to, but she mattered more than the game. And that was all that counted. Massie tilted herself into Derrington's arms and smiled, glad that she had such a sweet boyfriend. But she couldn't let herself do this to him, especially since the game meant so much to him.

"Derrington…" Massie murmured. "Go play your game. I'll watch with everyone. I'll be all right. But…"

"What?" Derrington asked, worried. Massie loved how concerned he was for her. It made her feel better, even with a possible broken leg.

"Thanks for offering," Massie said. She smiled for the first time since Brittany had kicked her. "By the way, after the game can you teach me some of your soccer moves? Because I am going to kick that girl's butt after this game. She is so dead to me."

Derrington smiled in admiration. "Yeah."

"Done." Massie headed off towards her friends and Derrington went to play his game.

"What's the plan?" Alicia asked Massie. Massie shrugged. "I haven't thought of one yet."

"Well, it better be good," Kristen said. Dylan and Alicia nodded in agreement. "Because those EWs have seriously stepped over the line this time."

"Yeah," Dylan said, her green eyes turning dark. "First they steal our table, then try to take over our place, then go after our boyfriends, and now kicking Massie? This is totally ridiculous!"

"My dad is going to sue," Alicia said angrily.

Massie closed her eyes and thought. Brittany definitely deserved something horrible. But what was she going to do? She wanted to think of something even worse than what Brittany had done to her and the Pretty Committee- worse than boyfriend-stealing, stealing her spotlight, taking her table, and kicking her so hard she had a broken leg. Then Dylan's voice cut through her thoughts. "Massie, I've got it!"

"Yes?" Massie asked.

Dylan whispered it to her and the other girls, trying not to attract too much attention. Massie clapped her hands. "What an ah-mazing idea!"

Dylan smiled proudly.

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"Hi, Brittany," Claire said when she got back two days later. Massie, Kristen, Alicia and Dylan had filled her in on the plan and it was in full swing. Claire walked by Brittany Porter, smiling as kindly as she could. "It's ah-mazing how much gossip you can miss out on in two days, isn't it? This girl I passed in the hallway told me you kicked the crap out of Massie at the Briarwood soccer game. Did you really do that or was she lying?"

"I did," Brittany said, ahb-viously proud of herself. "She had it going for her, sometime or the other."

"Totally," Claire said, waving her hand for believability. "I absolutely admire how you actually stood up in front of everyone and did that. But don't you think the Pretty Committee is going to try to get back at you?"

"I can handle them anytime," Brittany said with fake confidence.

"Yeah, you can," Claire said. She hoped she could flatter Brittany into becoming her friend, and so far it was working. "I love that Massie finally got what was coming to her."

"Yeah. By the way, can you keep a secret?" Brittany asked, leaning in towards Claire and whispering in her ear.

"Yeah," Claire said. This was what she'd been waiting for.

"Okay, well. Last night I rode my bike and I saw Derrick Harrington's house."

Claire tried hard to suppress her giggle. That was it?

"And the back door was open, so I went in, trying to not let anyone see me. But I needed to go the bathroom so then I went and forgot to lock the door. So then I sit down, take my pants off, and…" Brittany paused.

"Ehmagawd," Claire said. "I can't believe it."

"Derrick opened the door! Can you believe it? He was like, 'What are you doing here?' and stuff and then I just ran out, screaming for him not to tell anyone about this. But now I'll never have a chance with him! Damn Massie Block!" Brittany said, getting suddenly emotional. Claire turned the other way so Brittany wouldn't see her grinning like a girl who had just won a million bucks.

"Okay, I gotta go to homeroom now. Good luck!" Claire said, and ran through the door. She was totally eager to tell Massie, Dylan and Kristen what had just happened, and the big gossip she had. This could earn her around five hundred points. She was still smiling from the thought of Brittany, the stalker. Massie would totally freak when she heard this.

The bell rang just as Claire stepped inside the class. She gave Massie a questioning look, wondering if she was still 'out'. Massie gave her a look that said 'sorry, but go sit somewhere else'. But she didn't look angry or mean when she said it. Just… apologetic. Claire figured she had a good reason and sat down next to a couple of other girls, who welcomed her.

Then Felicia Whitman walked in again. Claire couldn't help but to stare, like all the other girls were doing. She sat, right next to Massie, between her and Dylan. Who was this new girl? Why did she look so familiar?

Felicia was carrying an Astierė bag, with the large 'A' symbol it had become known for. Claire suddenly realized where she'd seen Felicia before. Wasn't she the Astierė model she had seen when she shopped there in L.A. that was on practically all the ads? Claire knew she saw her in California somewhere. She and Abby had actually shopped at Astierė Couture and commented that Felicia must have been some famous model in Europe. So why was she here? Claire looked around and saw Massie give Felicia a blazing look of hatred. So this was why she wasn't allowed to sit at their homeroom table- her seat had been taken by a new girl. Claire slumped down in defeat. When would she be 'in' again?

MASSIE: F HAS 2 SIT HERE. NOT MY FAULT.

CLAIRE: I KNOW

MASSIE: WE HAVE 2 GET RID OF HER

CLAIRE: HOW?

MASSIE: MAKE EVERYONE THINK SHE'S LBR

CLAIRE: GOT IT

Claire smiled and nodded. Massie just hoped Claire would be able to do what she couldn't, or the Pretty Committee was going to break up quicker than you could say 'Bitch'.

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