Disclaimer: I don't own the Clique.

Here she comes. Oh boy. JFK is a real airport, by the way. They're all 16, I've decided. I dedicated the dorm building to Reed-- you'll see ;)

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Claire Lyons pushed her Dior shades up the bridge of her nose, the lenses covering her piercing blue eyes. She did a quick once over of the crowded John F. Kennedy Airport. No paparazzi in sight. Perfect. Claire silently said goodbye to her private jet, wishing that she could hop on and fly all the way back to LA. She sighed, and made her way over to the baggage claim. Her Louboutins clacked against the linoleum floors, and people turned heads to see the blonde beauty coming their way.

She tried to make an escape for the bathroom, for she felt her lips drying up. And it was so not classy for her to reapply in public. Claire froze, just as she was about to walk in, because she heard some 12-year-old fan girl holler out, "Hey! Isn't that Claire Lyons?" As if on cue, the bustling airport was silent. People whipped out their digital cameras, frantically taking snapshots of the star. Claire, instead of rushing away frustrated, decided to take the advice of Rupert, for once: Live in the moment. And so, there she stood, in the middle of the airport, posing for the cameras as she basked in the limelight that was rightfully hers.

--CL--

Claire gracefully slid out of the pearl-colored limo, carefully scanning her new environment. The soft green grass, the gentle breeze, the amber leaves, and the beautiful flowers… there was nothing to criticize. She had nothing to hate. Claire scowled, and slapped a 100 dollar bill into the gloved hand of the driver.

"Keep the change," Claire said with a bitter smile. She grabbed all 6 of her Gucci suitcases from the trunk, her abnormally large Prada handbag that resembled luggage, and she made an attempt to take it all at once.

It didn't work. Claire got about three steps before tripping over a loose stone and toppling down. Then, she looked up to see a boy. A very cute boy. The boy offered a hand and Claire grabbed it. He pulled her up and Claire gave him a cocky half smile, which was the closest thing to a grin she had plastered on her face all day.

"Thanks."

"No problem." The guy ran his fingers through his floppy black hair, and shoved his other hand in his pocket.

"I'm Clai-"

"Claire Lyons?"

"Oh god," Claire moaned, "puh-lease tell me you're not a crazed fan."

"I'm not," Cam replied with a chuckle, "it's just you're pretty recognizable."

"What-" Claire's hands immediately flew to her uncovered eyes and she sighed. Her sunglasses sat on top of one of her suitcases, gleaming in the sunlight.

"Do you need some help here?" Cam said, shooting a glance at Claire's many bags.

"Um… yeah." Claire sheepishly rubbed her arm, and bent over to pick up some of her suitcases. Normally, she would've started to bitch at this random guy, but A), she wasn't in Hollywood anymore, B), this was the farthest thing from normal, and C), he was hot.

"Which dorm you in?" Cam asked, as he picked up 4 of Claire's suitcases.

"Um… hold on." Claire pulled a wrinkled piece of paper out of her bag and read the door name from it. "I'm in Brennan." Cam's eyes widened.

"Lucky you. Those are the best dorms, made for the richest kids here."

"Kids? Like, boys and girls?" Cam nodded.

"Yeah. It's divided- duh, but it still results in a lot of mischief." Cam waggled his eyebrows, and Claire laughed. She liked him already.

"What dorm are you in?"

"I'm in Brennan, too. So are my friends, Derrick, Plovert, Josh, and Kemp."

"Plovert is an… um, interesting name." Claire widened her eyes and shook her head. What parent in their right mind would name a kid Plovert?

"It's his last name," Cam responded with an eye roll.

"Good."

They walked a few steps further, and Claire stopped as Cam pointed to a large, brick building with ivy lining the walls. She looked the building up and down, and then glanced at the other building son the campus. It was the prettiest building on the large campus, hands down, and Claire smiled to herself. This was going to be so much fun.

Thank you, Mom and Dad. Claire thought with a smirk. She parked herself on a bench and chatted with Cam for a while. Maybe life without Hollywood would be... ok.

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"Who," Massie sneered, "is that?"

"Who?"

"That blonde girl. The one with Cam."

Massie Block was perched on her intricate window seat, binoculars in hand. She was looking at all the new students- well, all of the new students in the Brennan dorm. They were the only ones that mattered. Massie dropped the binoculars, and whipped her head to face roommate and best friend, Alicia Rivera.

"Well?" She looked at Alicia expectantly. Alicia was the gossip girl of Briarwood Octavian Country Day, and she knew everything about everyone.

"I…" Alicia paused, searching her brain for an answer. "I don't know!" Both Massie and Alicia herself look surprised at this.

"You don't know? You always know!" Massie gave Alicia an incredulous look, and Alicia shrugged.

"I can't tell who it is from this far up, Mass. I mean, we're on the top floor." And that was certainly not a bad thing.

"No shit, Sherlock. Find out who it is for me. Now." Massie barked. Alicia just sighed, picked up her Ralph Lauren tote bag, and walked out the door.

Massie sighed. This new girl looked like a threat, from what Massie could see. She could see perfect blonde hair, a tan, lean body, the lime green Louboutin wedges she wanted, and a super hot outfit that would be an automatic 10. She sipped her Vanilla Bean Frappe from Starbucks, and the instant the cold liquid hit her tongue, she felt at ease. It reminded her of her puppy who was back home in New York City.

Massie whipped out her Palm Pilot, and decided to write down her thoughts in a list, like she had been doing since she was 7.

Massie Block's Current State of the Union

In/Out

The New Girl/The Old Me

Manolos/Louboutins

Vanilla Bean Frappes/Bean The Pug

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Sorry for the short chapter.

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