THE WESTCHESTER
Sunday, April 16
3:20 PM
Starbucks Café
"Now that Brittany and her crappy clique is one hundred percent out," Massie said, taking a sip of her expensive coffee drink, "we have got to move on to the next most important thing: getting rid of that French girl, Felicia Whitman." She paused for a reaction. When she got none, she glared at the girls and finally Alicia spoke up.
"What a fabulous idea!" Alicia said, although she didn't really mean it. But as Massie's beta, it was her duty to be loyal. Massie moved on, satisfied.
"She's been trying to steal our spotlight ever since she got here. And that slut thinks that she can make it as a member of the Pretty Committee? Puh-lease. She's a total wannabe. Look at how she's been sitting at our table and trying to hang with us like she's so cool. She's even worse than Brittany," Massie declared.
"But maybe…" Kristen stopped herself before Massie had a chance to kick her under the table.
"What?" Massie barked.
"Um…" Kristen glanced nervously at Dylan, who shrugged.
"I think what Kristen was going to say," Claire said, "is that maybe we could let Felicia join the Pretty Committee instead of going against her."
"Impossible," Massie said. She dug out her Palm Pilot from her Prada messenger bag and showed the girls the last page. "And this is why. I made this list long time ago, when we first all got together. This is a list of what you have to be in order to be in the Pretty Committee."
REQUIREMENTS FOR PRETTY COMMITTEE MEMBERS
1. You must be cool.
2. You ahb-viously have to be fashionable. (No cheap knockoffs)
3. Can't be part of any other clique.
4. You must be approved by Massie Block.
5. Need to be mean and know how to gossip.
6. Cell phones and credit cards are a must.
7. Everyone who is already in the Pretty Committee has to like you.
8. You can't do anything that will embarrass the rest of the Pretty Committeee.
9. You must (ahb-viously) be pretty.
10. Everyone has to idolize you.
"So what requirement doesn't Felicia meet?" Dylan asked, puzzled.
"Um, let's see…" Massie pretended to be checking her list. "Numbers… one through ten?"
"Oh," Dylan said. "I get it now."
"Yeah," Alicia chimed in.
"Can we puh-lease go shopping now? I'm already done with my coffee," Kristen asked, even though she wasn't. She tossed her half-full cup of coffee in the garbage and stood in front of the table.
"Exactly what I was going to say," Massie said. She stood up and threw away her coffee too. In less than a minute, the Clique girls were ready to go shopping.
"Where to first?" Dylan asked, her credit card in hand.
"Ralph!" Alicia squealed.
"We always go there first," Kristen whined. "Can we puh-lease go to Juicy?"
"No, I want to go to Louis Vuitton," Massie said. "This handbag is already, like, three months old. I need a new one."
"Sure," Claire said generously. She didn't really care; she just loved shopping because she got to be around her friends a lot.
When they got there, Claire suddenly noticed a certain blonde girl handing a gold card to the cashier. Felicia Whitman! Here? She gasped and nudged Massie in the arm, pointing to Felicia. When Massie saw her, her eyes narrowed and a tiny frown formed in her over-glossed lips. "What is she doing here?"
"Why don't we go see," Alicia suggested. She sounded sulky, probably because they didn't go to Ralph Lauren first thing. She started walking towards Felicia, and Massie and Claire followed her.
Felicia was talking to the cute cash register guy. Massie couldn't help but to stare at her outfit- she was carrying a purse that was made entirely out of diamonds, and she had on super-skinny Citizens of Humanity jeans that were tucked into her heavy-looking three-inch gold boots. She had a white Prada dress over her jeans, and it fit her so perfectly Massie wondered if they had made it just for her.
"Yes, my father ordered to have this purse custom-made for me, in gold," Felicia said. She was pointing to a small purse with little silver sequins covering it and silk underneath. "You may know him. He owns Astierė Couture. Perrault Whitman? He's a personal friend of this company's owner. I'll pay you an extra five thousand dollars to have this in gold with a diamond heart, by April 20th." She extended her golden credit card. Massie looked out of the corner of her eye to see the cashier's screen- Felicia's credit card contained five hundred million dollars!
"Ehmagawd!" Massie said.
"What?" Alicia asked. She peeked at the screen. "Ehmagod!"
"Why do you guys keep saying that?" Claire asked. When she saw the big five hundred million dollar digits flashing out, she gasped. "Ehmagod!"
Felicia turned around, and the Pretty Committee immediately hid under the stacks of scarves. "Did I hear something?" she wondered out loud. Then she saw a flicker of movement from Massie, who was squirming as she, Alicia and Claire all squeezed under the table. "Who's there?"
"Me," Massie said, stepping out. "I'm Massie Block, remember?"
"Oh, you," Felicia said, her expression unreadable. "Well, I'm trying to order something here. So how about you stop acting like a retarded chipmunk and get out of here before I call my lawyer?"
Massie froze. She had never been insulted like that, and for some reason that was the exact moment her brain decided to stop working. For once in her life, she didn't have a clever comeback and nobody was there to help her. Alicia and Claire just stood there and stared, too.
"Puh-lease," Massie said. It was all she could think to say.
"Puh-lease," Felicia mimicked, exaggerating Massie's tone.
"Let's go," Massie said to Claire and Alicia. Felicia had a self-satisfied look on her face, which infuriated Massie even more. Massie tossed her pink leather Prada purse at Felicia's head, and then headed out the door before Felicia could do anything about it. "Thank Gawd that's finally over."
"I can't believe she called us retarded chipmunks." Alicia looked hurt. They stared back in through the window and saw Kristen and Dylan, carrying scarves and other accessories up to the register. A while later, Kristen, Dylan, and Felicia walked out of Louis Vuitton together. Massie punched the wall at the sight of it. "Ow."
"Why are they getting so friendly with her?" Claire asked, shaking her head.
"Let's go and listen to what they're saying," Alicia said. Massie nodded, then grabbed her hand again.
The three girls followed Kristen, Dylan and Felicia, but not too closely. They ahb-viously didn't want Felicia to see them spying on her.
"Felicia, I love your outfit," Dylan said, admiring the expensive Prada dress and the diamond purse. "That dress fits you perfectly. I wish I had your figure."
"I made this purse myself," Felicia said. "My father buys a lot of diamonds for his designs, and I get to keep the extra studs to make my own designs. If you like, I'll bring you both Astierė purses tomorrow."
"Are you for real?" Kristen asked, her eyes shining. "That would be ah-mazing! Thank you so much!"
"No problem," Felicia said, holding a hand up. "I have about five hundred purses at home, so I can definitely spare two."
"Wow," Dylan said in amazement. "Five hundred?"
"Yes," Felicia said. "Well, five hundred so far this year. Of course I've gotten a few hundred new purses every year."
Massie wanted to puke just listening to Felicia go on about her richness. Why is that girl so damn rich and famous? Life isn't fair.
"Um, let's go shopping somewhere else," Claire suggested. Massie gave her a grateful look, which she returned.
"Done," Alicia said. "How about Ralph?"
Massie and Claire exchanged glances. "Um, sure," Claire finally said.
Massie, Alicia and Claire walked away from Felicia and her new friends. Massie felt a desperate sense of loss. She had lost her friends, and without Kristen and Dylan, the Pretty Committee would break up and fall apart. She promised herself she would get revenge on the girl who caused all of this, the girl who had been testing Massie ever since she'd gotten here- Felicia Whitman.
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