A/N: Ha, like I'd leave you with a cliffy! I learned my lesson when Maddi almost bit my head off after one of my Nobody Told Me chaps ended in a cliffy and I sorta forgot to update… Anyway, R & R!

"No way," whispered Meena. She shook her head like there was annoying fly buzzing around it.

"Yes way," Jane Newel insisted, pushing her freshly-straightened hair out of her eyes in irritation. Not ever a flatiron could keep her hair straight and under control for more than three minutes! She doubted even a straight jacket could do the job.

She was much different than her tragic Yearbook picture. She managed to somewhat tame her formerly frizzy curls, and to lose almost thirty pounds. She wore much better clothes, courtesy of her new personal shopped, and even had a pink Juicy Couture Swavorksi crystal-covered Sidekick.

"A secret party? Claire?" Heather butted in. "Are you sure?"

Jane nodded and whipped out her new pink Sidekick. "See?" She showed them the text Massie had unknowingly sent Jane. "Told you."

Desirables of Salir House-

You are invited to a Secret Party hosted by TPC in Suite 117 of the Ritz-Carlton in LA. Dress code is fabulous and over-the-top, and definitely heart attack-inducing. There will be guys present! Party starts at 10:00 PM and goes until the last person passes out. See ya!

Love,

Your Pretty Committee

Meena's jaw dropped. "How dare she?"

"That little…aaaarg!" Heather scrunched up her face.

"Wait until Layne hears this one! She's gonna be so mad!" Meena scowled and got up, slamming her book shut and storming out of the library.

Jane smiled wickedly as she watched them go. One down, four to go.

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Jane smiled adorably as she bounded over to Derrick. "Hey, you," she whispered, falling into step with him as he headed towards the library.

He walked faster.

Jane sighed and sped up too, after stopping briefly.

"What's the matter?" she teased, clutching her books a little tighter. She held them in stretched-out arms that held the books close to her body.

"I have girlfriend," he finally said, rolling his eyes. He hardly knew if he could call Massie that anymore, but it was a habit and besides, this girl was pretty cute.

"Really?" Jane gasped, eyes wide and innocent. "I thought you would have broken up after the news of her secret party got slipped."

"It has nothing to do with Skye's costume party, I just- wait, what?" Derrick stopped walking.

"Didn't you hear?" Jane gasped, faking shock. "Look."

She pulled up the message and showed it to him. "See?"

His face turned red as he scanned the message over and over again.

"Hey, watch it! Don't break my baby!" she squealed when he snapped her phone shut angrily. She snatched back her precious Sidekick and hugged it to her chest, dropping her books.

He stormed off, fuming.

Secretly, she smiled to herself.

"Two down," she muttered to herself. "Only three to go."

And only one person who heard.

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Alicia paced around outside her room, wondering how to tell Massie what she'd heard that girl saying on the quad.

"Two down…three to go…"

The words repeated in her mind like a sucky pop song. To tell or not to tell? Definitely to tell, but how?

As she was debating this, Derrick came shooting out of Massie's room, followed by several large pillows that smacked the window across the hall.

"AND STAY OUT!" Alicia could hear Massie screaming. Derrick took a last look back at her open door before rolling his eyes and getting into the elevator.

"Massie?" Alicia went into her room, eyes wide.

Massie was facing the window, sitting on the window seat with her legs dangling over the edge.

Alicia took a timid step towards Massie. She held out the pillows to her friend. "Mass?"

Massie turned to Alicia, and the difference from this afternoon was shocking. No longer perfect, Massie had streams of black eyeliner down her face. Her mouth was turned down at the corners, her eyes were sad, her skin so pale that the rosy dots of blush stood out like Sharpie. She looked like a melted painting.

But her voice was still strong.

"Tell me," she said, sounding perfectly normal. "Are all guys such losers? Do they really think they can get away with yelling at us? Are they all so horrible, and emotionless, and cruel?" Her voice grew even more hysterical as she spoke, but she kept going. "And do they really believe that they can say whatever they want, and that it won't hurt? That they can leave us somewhere, and nobody will think 'Oh, there's that sad girl sitting there again, just waiting for him' and try not to laugh as they pass us? Do they?"

Alicia dropped the pillows and sat next to her friend. "Aw, Mass, of course not."

"Then did I just pick a sucky guy?" Massie's eye welled up again, even as her voice calmed down.

"Oh, Massie. You didn't pick a sucky guy, a sucky guy picked you." Alicia sighed softly, deciding in the back of her mind that now was not the time to spill.

"That's not better!" she wailed, and buried her face in her hands.

"Shhhhh," Alicia soothed. "Of course it is. It's better to know that you're loved by everyone, and that you're nice enough to give one loser a chance. And if it doesn't work out with that particular loser, well, who expected it to?"

Massie sniffled.

"Me."

A/N: Awww, poor Massie! Derrington is such a butthead…(I overuse that word…)