Disclaimer- I don't own the Clique.
Thanks for the awesome reviews I'm getting for this!
And you're all right- poor, poor Claire.
I'm making BOCD a boarding school, by the way. It would make more sense, because the family's not moving. Just Claire is.
This will not be like Private, though. And even though Judy's a momager, I still see her being sort of strict with Claire. Todd is awesomesaucesome.
Typing Rupert's British accent was fun XD.
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"CLAIRE STACEY LYONS!" Claire sat, legs crossed, in the modern living room of her Bel Air estate. Her eyes were focused on her hot pink Tory Burch ballet flats, as she didn't have the guts to meet her parents' eyes.
"Do you have any idea of what your father and I have sacrificed so that you could have an amazing career?"
"Maybe," Claire whispered.
"Claire," her mother sighed, exasperated, "I gave up my dream career so that you could have yours! And what happens as a result of that? You ruin it!"
Judy put her hands in her face, sighed, and started handing her daughter copies of People, OK! Magazine, Star, and US Weekly. Claire's story was splashed across the front of each of the sources. She dropped the magazine in shock.
"How did they find out?" Claire exclaimed. "If Jackie tipped them off, I am going to twist her head off." She clenched her fists angrily.
"Claire, I have no idea how they found out! But it doesn't matter! You should not have been drinking, and now your reputation is ruined!" Judi paused. "So, your father and I have thought it over… and we've come up with the perfect punishment."
"Punishment?! What am I, five?"
"Claire! Do not use that tone with me!"
"Why shouldn't I?" Claire placed her skinny arms on her hips, smacking her bubble gum with a cocky half-smile on her face.
"Claire Stacey Lyons, you're leaving Hollywood!" Claire looked at her mother in disbelief. Her jaw dropped open. Hollywood was her life. She was not going anywhere.
"This is a joke, right?" Her hands were on her hips, challenging her mother to say it was the truth.
"No it is NOT, young lady! We'll talk later… now go to your room!" Claire let out a screech of rage and stormed off. She angrily stomped up the stairs into her bedroom. She passed Todd, who had been eavesdropping the whole time, and she pushed him down the stairs.
"Ow!" She heard her little brother wail, and she smirked out of satisfaction.
Claire flopped down on her bed. This. Could. Not. Be. Happening. She angrily chucked her favorite pillow at her Yorkie, Cocoa, who whined and jumped out of the way before the pillow slammed against the wall. Claire sighed inwardly and decided that her parents were just kidding around. She always got her way- always- so she could weasel her way out of this "normal school" situation if she tried.
I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine.
I got a love, and I know that it's all mine.
Oh
Claire's phone began to play Pocketful of Sunshine by Natasha Bedingfield, and she glanced at the caller ID: Rupert Mann. Claire wondered why she had ever decided on such a… happy ring tone.
"Claire Lyons," she muttered into the phone.
"'Ello, Clah. We need to tahlk about the upcoming movie."
"What about it?" Claire questioned in a monotone.
"Well, dah-ling, it seems that the paparazzi gawt images of the pah-ty last night."
"I know…"
"And we cahn't tolerate that here."
"Excuse me?" Claire heard a sigh on the other end of the phone.
"Clah, you portray a good gahl, and we need someone who cahn maintain that image."
"What are you saying?"
"You're cut from the movie."
"WHAT? YOU CAN'T DO THAT!"
"I'm ahfraid I cahn, sweetie. It's nothing personal, it's just that we need someone who's less of a pah-ty girl."
"Are you serious? I am Claire Lyons!"
"Gotta run, Clah. Bye."
Claire dropped her phone, shocked. She needed to talk to someone. She contemplated calling Abby, but Abby wouldn't understand, because the press already knew she was a major party girl, and Abby didn't care. She thought about Jackie, but Jackie was not to be trusted. Then, she remembered her boyfriend, and pressed 2 on speed dial.
"Hullo?" Jack sounded groggy, as usual.
"Hey…"
"Oh, Claire. Listen, I've been meaning to talk. About last night."
"Jack, I was trying to get you out of the party last night, but you were so drunk you couldn't even keep up."
"Yeah, about that. I'm going to Promises (A/N: Celeb Rehab center) to clean up my act, and to start fresh."
"That's awesome! I'll miss you." Claire cooed.
"Well… Claire…"
"Yes?"
"I- Ithinkweshouldbreakup."
"What?"
"I think we should break up," Jack said.
"Wh- why?" Claire's voice cracked and she went on the verge of tears again.
"Because… I like you a lot Claire, but I can't spend every waking moment thinking about you at rehab. I need to focus on.. uh…getting better."
"You think about me a lot?" Claire smiled.
"I said that out loud?"
"Yeah, but why do we have to break up? I can help you!"
"Claire, I need to uh… Jack, who's on the phone? Focus. Yeah."
"Who was that?" Claire heard giggles and a muffled "Love you!" in the background.
"What? No one! Claire, listen… it's not you- it's me." Claire frowned.
"Who's the other girl, Jack?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I heard that girl in the background. And the cliché line was a dead giveaway." Jack started to sweat. How long had she known? He was toast.
"Uh…"
"You're dating Jackie, aren't you?" Claire had known how "close" the two were, and she would probably be the most likely contender as the "other woman."
"No… what… what would make you think that?"
"Listen, Jack. Your life is about to become a living hell, so I'd be thinking on my feet if I were you."
"Claire…"
"Sayonara, jerk."
"Cla-" Claire snapped her phone shut, and burst into tears. Claire never cried. She shouldn't waste her time crying over him- she should waste it getting even.
So, she came up with a wicked revenge plan. Claire tipped off every gossip magazine and every gossip website in the business, saying that Jack Weston was doing drugs, cheating on his girlfriend, and hired prostitutes daily. Then, she dialed the number of Adam Kingston, another hot Hollywood teen, and asked him to come shop with her. Who would refuse? She dragged him down to Rodeo Drive, and Claire made sure that the paparazzi got some excellent snapshots.
--CL--
Claire strutted down the polished marble stairs, 6 hours later. She had showered, redone her makeup, and she had changed into a pink Lacoste polo with a popped collar, a flirty Marc Jacobs skirt, and she had an adorable sweater vest on over the polo. She was still wearing her lucky Tory Burches. Claire was ready to work her magic.
She zoned in on her pushover father, who was sitting on a stool at an island in the kitchen, flipping through the The Wall Street Journal. Her mother, on the other hand, was walking around the kitchen, obviously preparing dinner for the family. Claire placed a manicured hand on the countertop, and pulled down the newspaper so that her father was looking at her.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"You were just joking around about before, right?" Claire offered up a sickly sweet smile. Her father's eyes softened, and he opened his mouth to say something… but her mom interjected.
"No we weren't, Claire." She shot a Back-me-up glance at Jay, before he replied.
"Your mother is right, honey. She and I have picked out the perfect school for you. It's a boarding school, actually." Claire's eyes flashed dangerously, a sign that she was about to get very, very angry. Boarding school? Cut off from reality? No effing way.
"What school is this?" Claire said through gritted teeth.
"We've decided on Briarwood Octavian Country Day."
"Where the hell is that?" Claire was fuming.
"Westchester, New York."
"NEW YORK? ARE YOU FUC- I mean, FLIPPING, KIDDING ME? CLAIRE LYONS DOES NOT DO THE EAST COAST?"
"Well, now she does. It's a very nice school, actually."
"But mo-om!"
"But what? You're going, and that's final."
Claire muttered a string of obscenities under her breath before sighing and retreating to her bedroom.
"Oh, and Claire, honey?"
"Yes, mom?"
"Your flight departs at 3:00 PM."
"When?"
"Tomorrow."
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Yup. So, it's late summer in Claireland. Read and Review, mis amigos.
I am in a Spanish mood today. Yo tengo muy feliz- I am very happy. Had to include some of the cliché mom terms, by the way. Took the lyrics from the web.
