Disclaimer: It's chapter five and I still don't own the Clique. Go figure.

Last chapter was totally a filler chapter… but I had to get the Claire-Cam friendship in there. Oh yeah and I'm not using the entrance part from the trailer because I don't feel like it and this way makes more sense. A lot of dialog, I know, but they're all meeting up ((together))for the first time.

12:51 PM

Many a night at 12:51 PM, Cam Fisher and Dylan Marvil were together, away from the ridiculousness that was school. As Cam snuck out of his dorm room, he made sure to be quiet and stealthy, for getting caught meant expulsion. He appeared in the doorway of the shed, their shed, where they had arranged to meet.

"Hey," his husky voice sounded. No response. Cam wandered further into the shed to see Dylan, making out with another guy.

"Dylan?" He shouted, a mixture of hurt, anger, and confusion swelling inside of him.

"Cam! What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I don't know, meeting with my girlfriend? Seriously, what the fuck?"

"I-"

"Holy shit, is that Hurley?" Cam recognized the insane curls that belonged to his friend and teammate, Kemp Hurley.

"He-hey, Cam!" Kemp said nervously, running a hand through his afro/hair/whatever it was.

"Get out!" Cam shouted and Kemp sprinted from the shed without a word. "And Dylan, how could you do this to me? We were going to get married!" He exclaimed, pointing to the promise ring on his finger.

"I can explain," Dylan started.

"Give me it." He held out a hand.

"Cam…"

"Give me the ring, Dylan." She handed the ring over reluctantly, tears stinging her eyes.

"We're over." And on that note, he sprinted away, not looking back.

--NF-

"Krissy! Navy or pink?" It was 7:15 AM, and today was the first official day of school. Orientations began at 8:30, and nobody wanted to be late.

"Nikki, for the last time, I DON'T CARE!" came a moan from underneath a pile of blankets and comforters.

"Fine. But should I wear my hair up or down?"

"Ugh!" An annoyed Kristen Gregory stomped out of her spacious dorm room with a large pillow and a soft pink blanket in tow. Nikki Fisher had been trying on outfits for the last hour, as Orientations was in about 1 hour and she needed to look perfect. Nikki was never one to decide beforehand, so she woke up early and had been asking for Kristen's input on everything she picked.

"Perfect!" Nikki squealed a minute later, holding up her final outfit, and a couple of seconds later, Kristen marched back in and promptly fell back asleep. Nikki let out a giggle before wiggling into her dark wash J Brand skinny jeans. She pulled a crisp white Ralph Lauren blouse out of her closet, and rapidly buttoned it up before snatching a navy and emerald argyle v-neck cardigan off a hanger and putting it on. She slipped into her quilted Chanel flats, put on her diamond studs, grabbed her Tiffany's charm bracelet and Marc Jacobs tote, and marched out the door.

"Krissy," she called, "I'm meeting Cammie for breakfast, so feel free to join us!"

Nikki slammed the door shut behind her, and took her own sweet time walking to the dining hall.

"Nikki, this is Claire," Cam said once Nikki had arrived at the dining hall.

"Claire, this is my sister, Nikki."

"You look so much alike," Claire said in awe. Both of the Fishers had jet-black hair, Nikki's in perfectly sculpted layers and Cam's with the shaggy skater look. They were both skinny, toned, and had stunning green eyes, except Cam had a lovely blue one, too.

"We know," they said in unison, before Nikki gasped.

"Cam, what's wrong?"

"Dylan Fucking Marvil cheated on him," Nikki whispered, "and I am going to murder the woman."

"She's Cam's, um, ex-girlfriend?"

"Yeah. And daughter of Merri-Lee Marvil."

"Her mother is so annoying," Claire said with an eye roll before another person arrived at the large table.

"Hey, Fishies." Derrick Harrington dropped his tray down on the table and sliding in between Nikki and Cam, much to their chagrin. He ruffled Cam's hair and outstretched his arms towards Nikki.

"Nikkums!"

"Derry!" Nikki said with faux-enthusiasm.

"You know, Nikki," Derrick said in a prissy voice, "that was, like, so lame." He looked over at Cam, who was being abnormally quiet.

"Fishy number one, what's wrong with you? And why is the famous Claire Lyons sitting at our table?"

"Dylan cheated on him," Nikki supplied, "and if you haven't seen the last 6 issues of Star-"

"Gee thanks, Nikki." Claire said sharply with pursed lips.

"Sorry, but anyways, she's attending Brioct this year." Many of the students insisted on abbreviating the school's extremely long name, and Nikki was indeed one of them.

"In that case," Derrick picked up his tray and moved to sit next to Claire, "hi, I'm Derrick. And dude, I always told you she was a bitch." Derrick wasn't exactly what you'd call sympathetic.

"Good morning!" Alicia Rivera and Josh Hotz sang as they arrived at the table.

"Are you guys twins too?" Claire said incredulously.

"No, we're 1st cousins. My dad," Josh said, "is Alicia's mom's brother."

"Ah. So we're explaining the Rivera-Hotz family reunion again?" Josh shot daggers at Chris Plovert as he sat down, chuckling to himself.

"Who's the new girl?" He pointedly said to Alicia, who knew everything and anything that went on around "Brioct".

"Claire Lyons," Cam said with an eye roll.

"What's up, Cammie?"

"Dylan cheated on him." Claire supplied. The entire table gasped.

"Gee Claire, could you be anymore subtle?" Cam replied, causing an awkward silence around the table until Kristen arrived.

"Krissy!" Nikki squealed.

"NIKKI, SHUT UP!" Kristen screeched.

"Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning," Derrick grumbled.

"Morning," chirped a voice. Everyone turned around to see a thin brunette, her amber eyes scanning the table for all her closest friends until they landed on an unwelcome guest.

"And who is this?" On the outside, Massie looked composed and cool, but on the inside, she was fuming as she pieced together what was happening. This new girl, who was cool, funny, friendly, pretty, everything- was Claire Lyons?

"Claire. Lyons, that is. But I'm sure you already knew that." Claire decided that now would be a good time to figure out if Massie had a short temper or if she was like Abby- cool as a cucumber.

"Claire, are you a female dog?" Not an Abby.

"No, but I think you might be." Claire added a wink at the end, causing the table to crack up in hysterics. Massie wanted to slap the girl, but a sudden distraction arrived at the table. "Kidding, Massie." Claire said with a reassuring smile before her sky blue eyes met a pair of nervous green ones.

"Excuse me," Alicia said, "why are you here?"

"To eat breakfast?" Dylan Marvil squeaked.

"I'm shocked you even have the guts to show up here," Kristen pointed out.

"Yeah, and, oh, I'm sorry, we don't allow sluts at this table." Alicia's voice was sickly sweet- it was quiet scary, actually.

"Then why are you here?" Dylan snapped.

"I'm not the one that cheated on her future husband, am I?" Dylan's face grew to match the color of her hair.

"I don't need you." Dylan spat.

"Good!" The whole table chorused, minus a depressed Cam and a confused Massie.

"What happened?" Massie whispered to Kristen.

"She cheated on Cam." Massie's e/yes widened. She cleared her voice.

"Now that she's gone, how should we dispose of her?" Massie folded her hands and stared at everyone from the head of the table.

"She needs a dose of complete public humiliation," Nikki noted.

"Definitely," Massie agreed.

"But," Alicia said, "not just slipping on a banana peel. This needs to be big."

"It will be so bad, so scandalous, that it will go down in Brioct history." Kristen completed.

"So," Massie motioned to the others at the table. "We can simply have her die a social death, we can set her up to be expelled, or maybe a bit lighter punishment, or, we can snoop."

"Snooping is always the best, because you find everything." Alicia said with a mysterious glint in her eye.

"All in favor of social death?" No hands were raised.

"A punishment much too light for the deed at hand." Josh looked at Dylan, who was sitting with Kemp. Neither looked very happy.

"Set up?" Derrick, Kristen, Josh and Plovert raised their hands.

"Idiots! If we get caught doing that, we get in major trouble. If we get caught snooping by Dylan, we get the wrath of Dylan, which isn't bad, because we can totally crush her."

"Snooping it is! Now, who can snoop for us?"
"I'm her roommate," Claire said.

"Putting new girl in charge of a revenge plan? Puh-lease," Massie scoffed.

"But 'new girl' over here was just involved in a Hollywood scandal, Britney Spears was her next door neighbor, and she has more paparazzi than friends. And that's saying something." Claire said, looking Massie in the eye.

"Mass, I think we should let her do it." Alicia concluded. Everyone else nodded in agreement.

"Fine."

"So, what's for breakfast?"

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It's, like, 2 AM but I'm not sure because my computer hates me and won't tell me the time and I'm tired and-

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