First off, I own nothing! Absitively posolutely nothing. Second, EEK! This is my fiiirst fanfic. Please review & tell me what you think. Suggestions are totally welcome, too! (: Anyways, onto the first chapter.

Massie Block tilted her head to the side and stared into the mirror, silently scrutinizing her reflection. Her makeup was flawless, as usual, and her amber eyes sparkled thanks to a shimmery shadow swept across her lids. She'd chosen her new favorite Glossip Girl, Raspberry Punch, and layered it on her full lips. Her hair was straightened to a pin – 1 part shine and 2 parts gloss, and it fell to the small of her back. Massie's willowy, lithe frame was accentuated by a gauzy Ella Moss dress straight off the 2012 runway. She added a multiple skinny belts that lay haphazardly across her narrow hips, a genius accessory if she did say so herself. Her booties were the newest from Marc; nude and flirty, and her jewelry was sparing but sparkly.

"What do you think, Bean?" Massie twirled around to face her puppy, luh-ving the way her dress fluttered whimsically around her knees. "Is it perfect or is it perfect?" She flashed a toothy grin at the pup, already knowing the answer.

Bean yipped twice, leaping up from her nap spot on Massie's chaise to lick-sniff her legs in approval.

"I toe-dally agree," she announced, bending gracefully to scoop up the pug. She planted a big, glossy kiss on the dog's forehead before releasing her back on the ground.

Buzzzzz. Buzz-buzzzzzz.

Massie click-clacked across her room to her vanity, where her iPhone spun in a slow circle as it vibrated. Pausing to pull some loose strands of hair from her gloss, she lifted to phone and checked it. (1) New Text. Sauntering back across the shining wood flooring, Massie opened it.

Alicia: I have gossip worth at least 1000 gp!

Stopping suddenly, Massie re-read the text. Then she read it again. Her heart picked up the pace and her pits immediately began to sweat. This had to be big. Alicia was the top gossiper in all of New York, and she absolutely did not joke about it. A good piece of gossip usually earned 100 points. 1,000 points was practically unheard of. But if Alicia said her piece was worth 1,000 gossip points, it was worth 1,000 gossip points. Maybe even more. Massie's fingers scuttled across the touch screen as quickly as they could.

Anddd… send.

Massie: I'll C about tht. Spill.

Alicia's reply was almost instantaneous. Massie bet Alicia had pre-typed it and had just waited until she texted her back.

Alicia: There is a new grl in ocd! Willow Kohls. R grade. From VA.

Massie's heartbeat reached an all time record pace. She paced across her room, a spark in her mind turning into an all-out wildfire. Alicia wouldn't be asking for 1,000 gossip points for just some new girl. Clearly this girl was a threat. Massie's eyes blinked rapidly. There was no way she was going to let some southern transfer student ruin her final year in middle school. It was her time to shine. Her school to rule!

Massie: Get all dirt on her. Prepare 2 present during lunch. We'll discuss plan of attack thn. If necessary.

Send.

Massie: O & 1000 pts granted. Congrats.

But Massie wasn't concerned about Alicia's winning gossip point score. She had a belle to break.