Author's Note: This is where things get a little juicier – and it's the last chapter. Again, if you are offended by anything here, feel free to yell at me because (most) of the things written here are of my opinions. But remember – opinions. You're entitled to yours, I'm entitled to mine. So basically, don't go cussing me out. Unless that's the way you roll. :P And for the record, I'm not targeting anyone's particular story; just the stereotypes. And all the stories/pennames I make up are fake.
(Psst: I stole a line from Wicked – well, kinda. Catch it if you can!)
Also, I know this isn't amazing. It's not very well written either, but…eh, I was getting bored with this but didn't want an unfinished story lying around my computer. I had to get my little rant out. Except the ending really, really sucks.
Read, review, and enjoy!

"Ehmagawd, we have stalkers!" Kristen exclaimed. Everyone else could only stare at the screen in shock as they skimmed over the multitude of stories, all of which concerned them.

Massie was the first to break the silence. "Guys, just think: people like us enough to write about us. They're not stalkers, just EWs – and fans. This could be interesting!"

"That's true," Dylan agreed. "Maybe they'll be something good in here."

So they clicked on one story…

…and Massie turned to give Claire the meanest look she'd ever received.

"Um, what's wrong?" Claire asked nervously and put her thumbnail in her mouth.

"Would you stop that ah-nnoying habit already?" Massie then paused, having forgotten what she wanted to say amidst her repulsion. After a quick application of Stila's lip glaze in passion fruit, she remembered. "What's wrong?" she hissed. "Claire, have I been anything but nice to you?"

"Well…"

"That was rhetorical, stupid."

"Sorry."

"Exactly. So then, tell me what this is." Massie pointed a French-manicured finger at the screen. "Read."

And Claire did. Only, what she read made her blanch. Oh god, how did they know that she was secretly plotting to overthrow them and become the school's new alpha and be like, so cool and start The Unbelievably, Irresistibly Pretty Committee?!

Um, duh – because she wasn't.

"I swear, none of that's true!" Claire shrieked.

"Oh, really? Then why does it say that 'Claire denied the accusations but deep down inside, she was plotting to overthrow them and become the school's new alpha and be like, so cool and start The Unbelievably, Irresistibly Pretty Committee'? Huh? Kuh-laire, is that some kind of joke? Are you, like, trying to ruin my reputation? Because everyone knows you're completely incapable of starting your own clique. Gawd, you can't even stand up for yourself against me, much less go behind my back and do evil things. Hah! That's a good one."

"Yeah, that's ridiculous," Alicia said. "You can't fool anyone, Claire, so don't make up these rumors."

"But I di–"

"On to the next one." Massie scrolled around the screen and went back a page or two until she came across another story that made her blood run cold.
Because there, on the third page, read:

Dial A for Alicia Wins! by omgfashionismylyfe reviews
Alicia is making a comeback, and this time it's for real. Will Alicia's new clique, The Gorgeous Committee (TGC), be even bigger than Massie's? Revenge! Backstabbing! For real!

Alicia paled even paler than Claire had paled (alternatively, one could say that Alicia's face was the color of her new ). What was with all this rumor and speculation? And innuendo?

"Let me set the record straight," Alicia began. "I swear I'm so over trying to make my own Clique. It's just…no. Never going to happen. Whoever wrote that is probably wishing she was me. You know, inserting herself into the story. Pretending to be me."

Massie let the story slide but reminded herself to raise her guard up nonetheless. And speaking of inserting oneself into a story…

The Clique by imsohotithurts reviews
My version of what the Clique stories should be like, only with me in them! Also letting other people join in the fun. See inside to apply for a position in TPC.
As they all read over the summary, their expressions were equivalent to that of an 'OO' emoticon. Because oh my gawd, they were not accepting anyone else! No one! What gave anyone the idea that they were inviting complete strangers to their exclusive Friday night sleepovers?

"No one else is a GLU beside us," Masse hissed.

"I second the emotion," Kristen said. "Ew, what were they thinking? Ugh. The anger I feel right now it totally indescribable."

"Let's look at something else." Alicia shuffled her feet, wishing she had a chair to sit on.

"How about…oh, oh gawd." Massie furrowed her eyebrows angrily.

The Alphas by Derrington4ever! reviews When a new clique threatens to overthrow Massie and TPC, Massie is faced with a challenge. A big one. A very big one. So big that she just might want to kill herself and be all emo.

Massie was fuming. First off, no one besides her was allowed to say "Derrington4ever". Derrington was hers, for gawdssake, and it was so immature of some random author to even think they could get a piece of her booty-shakin' boyfriend. And since when was anybody beside her allowed to call him Derrington? THAT WAS HER NAME! HERS!

Worse, they called her emo. Emo, of all things. She was so over labeling people, and she wasn't getting to let some punk-goth make her an emo. This person was ahb-viously in need of a life. Even more so because they said she was 'threatened'. Threatened! Massie Block, queen bee of the school, was not going to give up her position. Ever. It was just so unrealistic, especially because everybody worshipped her, regardless of whether it was fear-induced or not.

Gawd, this was the absolute worst day of her life. She wanted to kill herself.

"Ehmagawd, that's horrible!" they all said in unison. Claire reached out to pat Massie's shoulder, but Massie swatted her hand away.

"Can we…please…move on to something else?" Massie said angrily. "I don't think I can handle this much bruising to my reputation."
But her troubles were far from over.

LOL! by CheeseIsMyHomeboy reviews
New cell phones. New text messages. A new life.
Out of interest, Massie clicked on the story but found herself regretting it – because the whole story was compiled of IMs and texts. All eight chapters. Okay, so they liked texting and IMing on the computer, but that doesn't mean they did it every minute! They weren't nerds or computer geeks. Plus, what made them even madder, was the horrible screennames. Massiegurl? SexyLatina? Try Massiekur and Holagurl. These people ahb-viously didn't know that anything they chose wouldn't be better than the real thing, no matter what. It was like Louis Vuitton purses: if you don't have the real thing, don't buy anything at all. Better nothing at all than some fake rip-off.

Too bad Faux-livia didn't get that memo.

The next one wasn't bad but it didn't exactly calm their horrified souls, either.

The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet – clique style by Ohhappydagger! Reviews
I write bad summaries, lol! Just read inside. And no flames please!
"No flames?" Alicia sniggered. "No flames my butt. I think we should go flame that story just because they said that."

"We could, but we don't have time," Massie said. "But if we remember we can do it later."

"No, but seriously," Dylan said. "What makes the person think we'd want to read a story without knowing what it was about? We wouldn't. Really. Seriously, some people can be so lazy…"

Kristen smirked. "Like you should be talking."

"Well, but it's true!" Dylan protested.

"I know, I know. I get it. But…ew, look at this one!" Kristen said, scrunching her nose in disgust. "Someone forgot to go to kindergarten."

Kristen felt the need to shield her eyes from the horror that was this story. They spelt her name wrong. And inside were millions of mistales. Millions.

CHAPTER ONE
Massie is felt very sick today. She wanted to went home.
TWO DAYD L8TER

Dylan and Kirstin spotted a Hot Guy and

They waved at Him and said,
"Hi!" And then he came over and they went out to
Eat Dinner.

Later they went to the Pool and then they went Home.

Alicia
"Ehmagawd i hayte my mom" She says to the hot guy she met.

"why? he asked?"

"becawse she said I'm not alowed to have sex with anyone until i am ay-teen!" Alicia said angry!

The guy smiked. 'your allowed to break rules, you know!" he says.

"Oh, that is so ah-mazingly true! I ah-dore yew yew know that right?" Alicia pushed out her boobs a little.

"I do. Listin my parents wont be home 2 night so would you like to come over?"

"Sure! Sounds ah-mazing! See yew there sex-ay."

--Hey peeps, i don't want any1 telling me this is bad! its just the INTERNET! so i dont want any1 else telling me i need to work on my grammer an spelling cuz its just a storie. Now read an revew or i wont write!

It was horrible, really; most likely the worst story she'd ever had the misfortune of reading. Since when did people think that typing up a story in five minutes would deem them worthy of reviews? Of any review? That story wasn't even worth flaming, for gawdsake. Kristen couldn't even count how many mistakes that person made, there were so many. Tenses! Spelling! Grammar! Todd could have written a better story. And she especially hated the attempt to sound cool by making up their own words like "yew" and "sex-ay". No. Just no. They had their vocabulary and that was it.

"That…that sucked," Massie said.

"I know. It's like people don't care what they write," Claire said.

"But they should, because duh, if you're going to write something it might as well be your best effort," Kristen said. "Especially because anyone can comment on it. And I totally love how she thought her story was the best ever when it totally sucked. Gawd, people are so small-minded these days."

"And they made me a slut!" Alicia shrieked. "I am not a slut! And everyone knows that I hate my boobs; I would never, try to show them off."

"Unless there was a hot guy." Massie smirked.

Alicia stuck her tongue out at her friend. "Shut up. But anyway, what were you saying, Kristen?"

"Um…oh, yes. I was saying that people should actually put effort in their stories if they want reviews. Otherwise, they shouldn't complain and go bitching about reviews because that is so ah-nnoying."

"And my gawd, how about making something original?" Massie said. "Because you know, almost all those stories were the same. Although most of them had good fashion taste, I'll give them that."

"They should edit their stories, too, because some of them had the most ah-bvious typos ever." Dylan rolled her eyes.

"You can't catch everything, though," Claire said.

"That's true, but some are easy to catch. Like my name," Kristen muttered.

"I have a better idea – instead of whining about stupid people, why don't we continue with our sleepover?" Massie said.

And so they turned off the computer and did just that.