Kristen Gregory better known as KG to her closer friends rushed into Alicia Rivera's restaurant of choice - Alfredo's. The Alpha always got to chose the spot where everyone would hang out. Both Massie Block and Alicia Rivera had gotten that privilege. Had KG gotten that privilege? No - apparently Kristen wasn't worthy enough to be Alpha - she wasn't even a Beta now that Massie was gone. Kristen was a Gamma. Gamma. It seemed like a dirty word.
As soon as Kristen entered the restaurant she spotted the usual crew. The Pretty Committee - well what was left of the stereotypical group. Massie Block had been the group's wild and reckless - yet classy and poised leader AKA the Alpha. Massie Block had moved to England when her family had gone bankrupt. Kristen purposely hadn't kept in touch with Massie. She wanted the Block family to stay dirt poor so she wouldn't meet up with Massie.
Alicia Rivera, the girl who had been Beta in past was the Alpha after Massie left. She took to the position pretty well but every once in a while you could see signs of panic from the Hispanic beauty. She wasn't sure what to do sometimes - Kristen could tell Alicia missed her Beta position.
Next in line was Dylan Marvil. Her mother had almost gotten a reality television show - almost as in as soon as the producers had taken a second glance at the plus sized Dylan Marvil and her wild out of control curls, they had know the television show would be all about Dylan complaining about weight. So Dylan's mother had to just stick with being the famous Meri-Lee Marvil without a television show and Dylan had to stick to being a plus sized red head.
Then came Kristen - she was the Gamma of the clique. At least after Massie had left her position had moved up. She was the poorest of the group but she made up for all of that in beauty, muscle and brains. She shoulder length golden hair, brown eyes with hazel specks and a muscular body to go with the rest of her looks. Kristen loved sports, she loved soccer, netball, basketball, golf - you name a sport and she was good at it. The same came with school work even though Kristen was on scholarship she got a certain thrill when she had solved a difficult problem.
Lastly came Claire Lyons. She had certainly changed - she was a bit slutty now that she'd grown into her looks AKA she had turned into a total slut as soon as she'd gotten a chest size bigger than Alicia Rivera's. She was the member of the clique no one could take their eyes off of. Kristen knew that Claire's new found beauty annoyed Alicia.
"Hola niña!" cheered a voice.
Kristen knew it was Alicia - only Alicia tried to work her native tongue into such a simple sentence.
"Hey," Kristen croaked towards the whole table.
Kristen made her way to the table and sat in the only empty seat which was between Dylan and Claire.
"So - I guess some of you guys are wondering why this unofficial PC meeting has been called - you have to ask Claire. She requested it - she has some important information," Alicia told the table.
Immediately Kristen and Dylan's eyes flew to Claire's. The cheeky girl smirked.
"It's more like a message from someone than info. Think of it as your better version of Tyra Mail," Claire explained.
Kristen chuckled and Claire's reference from America's Next Top Model.
"So who is this message from?" Dylan asked, twisting her red curls.
Claire smiled - the smile of someone who knew something. "The one person who could quite possibly beat Tyra of course. Massie Block."
Kristen was shocked. Massie hadn't tried to contact Kristen - the same way Kristen hadn't tried to contact Massie. What shocked Kristen was that Massie chose to talk to Claire over one of her other friends. She could tell Claire had been the only person who knew about this information from Alicia's startled facial expression.
"Can you hurry up and explain the contents of said message?" Kristen snapped.
Kristen's anxiousness gave Claire a reason to smirk again.
"The bitch is coming back. Massie Block is coming back to Westchester," Claire drawled.
The eyes of everyone at the table widened.
"When?" asked Dylan.
"Two hours," Claire replied.