ADisclaimer: I don't own the clique.
Thanks for all the awesome reviews- you guys rock! For the outcome of the story- some of you want Massie, and some of you want Claire, but I'll definitely make a sequel to this, so be prepared for an insane ending.
Also, a note— some of the quotes in the trailer will not come into play. All of the Westchester quotes will, though.
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Claire and Abby looked at each other with excited smiles before entering the beautiful house with their dates. And as far as they could tell, the party had already started, because different colored lights were flashing and they could hear the music playing inside. Abby and Claire had been best friends ever since they entered the Hollywood scene together as little kids. And they were immediately adored by the American public. They were two of the most successful girls in the business. Abby and Claire both had individual fashion lines, a joint line, and they were collaborating with Prada to create a handbag line for the upcoming fall.
Abby was tall, curvy and beautiful. She constantly changed her hair color, and right now, it was a sleek bob in a honey blonde. She had big brown eyes and was known for her signature false lashes (falsies). Claire, on the other hand, was thin, also tall, and she was equally gorgeous. Claire had natural platinum blonde hair that hit her cleavage in beachy waves. She had layered hair that framed her thin face, which was splattered with freckles. Claire had bright blue eyes and thick eyelashes, and together, Claire and Abby were referred to as "The Twenty," because they were both 10s and they were the hottest teens in Hollywood.
The girls strutted confidently to the beat of the current song, Feedback, as they entered the party.
Crank it up, give it to me, come on
Crank it up, give it to me, come on
I'm gonna feedback feedback (oh) feedback feedback (oh)
The song has such a sexual appeal that Claire could see the looks of lust that Jack, her boyfriend, was shooting at her. Jack was famous for his role on a TV sitcom and was loved by girls across the country. He had chocolate colored hair that fell into his army green eyes. He had a strong build, with a defined 6 pack. Claire loved him to death, and she thought he was the sexiest guy alive. Claire, Abby, Jack, and Luke, Abby's date, walked into the party, and they stopped to say hello to familiar friends.
"Miley! Nick! Finally a couple?" Claire smiled sweetly at the teen stars.
"Um…" Miley started.
"Well, if not, I am so setting you up with my brother. Toodles!"
Todd Lyons, who Claire once viewed as a little, freckly booger, now had his own TV show on Disney Channel. The paparazzi just lapped up the family's public appearances, where Todd, Claire, Judi, Claire and Todd's momager, and Jay, a big shot CEO, would go out to dinner and such. They loved the overall sweetness of the family, and they were anxiously awaiting the day where the classic All-American family would crash and burn.
2 hours into the party, Claire was wiping beads of sweat from her forehead, and then she smiled at Jack as they danced together. They were both totally wasted, but so what? Everyone was having a blast. Claire and Abby had arrived in sexy mini dresses, sky-high heels, and lots of makeup. The music was blaring, the punch was spiked, and the dance floor was filled with grinding young celebrities, models, and others of the sort. Claire felt her phone vibrating in the pocket of the dress. She whipped it out, and saw that it was a text from Abby.
Abby- this party is awesome! Sux for Jackie, tho
Claire's fingers scuttled across her sidekick's keypad as she sent Abby a reply.
Claire- Yea I no
Abby- how goes jack?
Claire- not so good
Abby- y?
Claire- I don't think he's getting the hint that I want to, u no…
Claire- he's too drunk
Abby- aren't we all
Claire- Lol
Abby- lol I g2g
Claire- y?
Abby- hottie wants to dance. Swear he's an aber model.
Claire- lucky! Jk I have jack anyways
Abby- ttyl bibi
Claire- kk bi
Claire felt some sense of remorse for Jackie, the socialite who was hosting the party, for two reasons. First of all, Jackie was seriously drunk and she would have one hell of a hangover tomorrow. Second of all, her state-of-the-art Bel Air mansion was a total disaster, and her maid was not going to clean up the trashed estate. It sucked, Claire thought. She loved Bel-Air- it was so beautiful. It was where Claire's very first mansion was purchased. As Claire surveyed the house, she shook her head. At this point, Jackie might as well have bought a new place. Lamps were smashed, couch cushions and pillows were ripped apart, and people were throwing up everywhere.
"Hey baby?" Claire questioned, running a manicured fingernail up Jack's chest.
"Yeah?" Jack was so, so drunk. He had downed about 6 cups of the punch, and it surprised Claire that he had not A) passed out or B) died of alcohol poisoning yet.
"Wanna do something else?" Claire whispered in his ear, using her "come-hither" voice that was supposed to make guys follow here every command. It wasn't working.
"I dunno…" Jack was dazed. Claire thought that for sure, he had been using LSD tonight, because he was acting so idiotic.
"Come on… let's go upstairs. We can have more… privacy." Claire winked seductively at him, and Jack was so out of it he didn't even catch the hint.
Suddenly, cop sirens began blaring, and people began to scream. Busted! The gaggle of teenage and twenty-something A-listers gathered at the party began to rush out the back door, jump out of the first floor windows, and tried to get out of the place as quickly as they could to avoid getting caught.
"Jack, let's go! Do you want to get arrested?" Claire knew that he would get so busted for underage drinking, as would she. She felt her phone vibrate again, and she swiftly read the text. She was trying to get her boyfriend to leave, but he was too drunk to even understand what was happening. Jack refused to leave the party.
Abby- where r u? Leave!
Claire didn't have time to reply.
"Huh? Come on baby, one more dance. This is fun, right?" Claire sighed. She wanted to just ditch him, but she couldn't, being the amazing person that she was. It was also be horrible for her reputation if she was dating a drunk. The paparazzi would have a field day.
"No! We can't- we'll get caught!" As Claire tried to drag Jack out of the trashed mansion, the police came inside and pulled the two teens outside. One officer gave Claire a Breathalyzer test. She was over the legal limit after having 2 cups of the spiked punch. She was, according to the law, drunk.
Claire was taken to the LAPD station, where she was fingerprinted, fined, and arrested for underage drinking. She was forced to spend the night in an uncomfortable jail cell in a tacky jumpsuit that was horribly itchy.
The next day, Claire's mug shot was splashed across the front pages of newspapers, gossip magazines, and every celebrity gossip site.
Life was about to get pretty damn messy for Claire.
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Sorry for taking so long to update. R&R, people.
By the way—I'm not sure what kind of charges they press in LA for underage drinking, so I'm just sort of making it how I want it to be.
Yay author's ability to manipulate characters in a story to do whatever he/she wants them to!
