A/N: I am so sorry I haven't updated this in awhile… I tend to forget about my old stories, like how I neglect "Preps," my first fanfic. I'm sorry, I just kinda forget how I wanted it to go and…well, newer and more interesting things pop up, I guess. Sorry. Also, I called Barnes & Noble and asked if they had Bratfest at Tiffany's in stock, and they said yes. I drove all the way to Walnut Creek to get to the store, and (go figure!) the employee thought I was asking for Breakfast at Tiffany's, and that I had horrible pronunciation/ spelling skills. (I spelled it out, in hopes of avoiding what happened anyway.) –sob- So, I didn't get the book! –cries harder- Now, with that depressing thought out of the way, here's the 12th chap! Enjoy!

Massie smiled softly as she looked around the room. They were packed into Massie, Alicia, and Claire's room, since the other was under construction. Candles flickered in the windows, filling the room with the sweet scent of vanilla and cinnamon. Claire had snuck a small pink TokiDoki cactus-dog hybrid thing onto the window near her bed, which Massie pretended not to notice. She tolerated it because TokiDoki was designer, and a huge jump from Claire's GAP days.

"Well, Massie?" Noelle sighed impatiently and put down her champagne flute, which was filled with Martinelli's Sparkling Apple Cider (no alcohol until age 21!), and glared. She was secretly tugging at the hem of her black strapless Miu Miu minidress and cursing her white Chanel baby-doll jacket for not being warmer, as the windows were open. "What's this about?"

"Yeah. We already know about the trip, if that's what this is about." Kiran chugged from her glass and poured herself a little more, splashing some on her brown wrap dress. "Whoops!" she said, somewhat tipsily.

"Duh," Massie said. "This is actually about what we're doing on the trip." Massie sipped from her delicate glass and sighed.

"Which is what?" Ariana asked, arranging her brown off-the-shoulder Juicy Couture sweater so it hung perfectly from her narrow shoulders. "Something gay? If it is, leave me out of it! I'm straight."

"Noooo, I don't swing that way," Massie said, tossing in a playful laugh.

"Another lame party?" Tiara growled, not liking taking second at this school. She was the only girl who wasn't fussing with her outfit: her simple black ballet-neck Marc by Marc Jacobs cable knit minidress fit her perfectly.

"No," Massie said, growing serious. "It won't be lame."

And with those words, she left them.

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"So, when do we tell them?" Alicia asked Massie, her brown eyes wide. She pushed back her glossy hair, securing her bangs to the top of her head with a black Chanel barrette that matched her black Chanel t-shirt dress.

Claire smiled shyly, tugging at the Ed Hardy black minidress that Massie had forced on her (it had a tiger head on it in rhinestones. So cute!). "People are getting anxious."

"Soon," Massie said, smiling calmly. Secretly she was cursing herself for giving Claire outfit advise: the Florida girl looked better in her minidress than Massie did in her blue TokiDoki hoodie and denim mini. The outfit, Massie now realized, was way to summer for the cold springtime air. (A/N: See my profile for the link to see the character, and Claire's minidress, and other outfits)

"Better be," Kristen replied, crossing her arms to keep herself warm. "I heard Tinsley, Callie, and Brett talking about leaving. And, it's cold." She glared at the open windows.

Massie mumbled something under her breath. "Well," she said, more loudly. "Who told you to wear my green Ella Moss tank dress? Everyone knows those things are paper thin."

Kristen glared harder, her aqua eyes made even more intense by the black MAC eyeliner she wore.

"I suppose we should go now then, huh?" Massie smiled brightly in response to Kristen's icy glare, making them laugh.

With that, she got up and let the way to the window seat. She stood up on it and cleared her throat, raising her glass.

"Attention, please?" The room fell silent, and Massie smiled. "See? Told ya, you're getting good at this."

There was appreciative laughter from the girls, and Massie beamed at the attention.

"As you know," she continued. "The eighth grade is going on a field trip to LA."

"No duh," Tinsley snapped.

"So," Massie said loudly, glaring at Tinsley. "We're hosting a party. We're going to get our own huge room and host a boy-girl party up there. Theme is dressy-chic and heart attack-inducing, as the invitation that we sent you says."

The room filled with the sound of the girls pulling out their phones and buttons being clicked. Slowly, they realized they had all received copies of the same text. A happy murmur went around the room, making Massie smile with pride. The other TPC girls crossed their arms and beamed. Claire smiled at Layne, who had snuck in with Meena and Heather at the last minute.

"Sweet," Tinsley said in an exaggeratedly happy voice, trying not to roll her eyes. "A parent-chaperoned party!"

"No teachers, no parents," Massie said, pretending she wasn't offended. "Just the Salir girls and the boys."

"Fun," Tinsley said, sarcastically and somewhat bitterly. Why hadn't she thought of hosting a party like that? The worst she had planned was skipping out on Principal Burns' educational tours for shopping. A secret, ultra-exclusive sorority party definitely beat that.

"Totally," Callie agreed absently.

"So fun," Brett mumbled. Her mind was racing. The only guy she wanted to see there didn't even know about the trip. So, the question was, how would she get the Waverly and St. Lucius guys over?

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"I wonder," Tiara said aloud. "What would little baby Massie do if we invited our own friends?"

Reed shrugged, popping a sushi roll into her mouth. Who cared?

"Have a spasm?" Noelle suggested.

"Kill herself?" Kiran added.

"All of the above," Taylor decided.

"I like 'em all. Let's get the guys at the party, and then the others will see just how tough their little leader really is." Tiara smiled wickedly, her eyes flashing.

"Let the war begin," Noelle declared.

"Sweetie, you're a little late." Tiara laughed delicately, like the debutante she truly was. "The war has already begun."

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"Should we invite some people, too?" Blair wondered innocently. She blinked her huge eyes, staring up at her friend. "I mean, the guys. You know the guys here are so…" She scrunched up her face. "Anyway, I think having some other people come would be…interesting."

"Like who?" Serena tipped back a champagne flute of Sparkling Apple Cider. "Nate?"

"Duh," Blair said. "And Chuck. And Dan. And Eric."

"Ew…drop Chuck…" Serena crinkled her nose, touching the tiny silver lock on her bracelet. She shivered.

Blair smirked. "What? Did Miss Innocent have a bad run-in?" she teased, smiling playfully. Of course, she already knew the details. They'd spilled everything to each other, because that was just the way that best friends were.

"Oh, it was nothing compared to your two run-ins," Serena replied, laughing.

Blair turned pale before she saw the humor in that. "Yeah? I guess that's just how it is."

"How it used to be, you mean," Serena reminded her. "IT isn't coming to OCD."

"You mean he?"

"No. It."

A/N: LOL, Chuck is an IT! I knew that was gonna happen, but that might be because I'm the one writing this fic. (:

Oh, and a shoutout to my beta-reader, Mokona-dono. Send me some stuff, Moko-chan, cuz you're gonna get flamed so bad if you don't update soon!

BTW-my newest fave song is "Picture to burn" by Taylor Swift. I love it! I haven't actually heard it, but just look at this:

"So go and tell your friends I'm obsessive and crazy.
That's fine; I'll tell mine you're gay."

Best song quote ever. Seriously. And, later in the song…

"And if you come around here saying sorry to me,
my daddy's gonna show you how sorry you'll be.

If you're missin' me
you'd better keep it to yourself.
'Cause coming back around here
would be bad for your health."

Taylor, you are my HERO!

Sorry for the super-long author's note. I have a lot to say, and I know you don't read my profile. (: (Although you should. I changed it!)