Author's Note: Hey guys! Sorry I haven't been online. I dropped my laptop last month and I thought everything was fine. But then the screen started flashing so I took it to the wonderful Staples guy and he said I'd need a new laptop. So the past few days I've been backing up all of my stories and pictures until I have the money to buy a new one. I'm still on my old one for now, but I'll write as much as I can. On another note, this story WAS originally going to be a crossover between Pretty Little Liars and The Clique. I wrote the story two months ago like that, but I recently changed my mind because I didn't finish reading the books at the time. So if there are some similarities, that's why. I MIGHT still do a crossover…if you guys think it's a good idea, that is.:) Oh, and I made up the title on my own. I never watched the show because when it came out I was halfway through the first book and didn't want it spoiled. Sorry if these are so short. I wrote them short because I wasn't sure if the story would be something people would read…But thanks for the comments, sorry I've been gone so long, and tell me what you think about a POSSIBLE crossover.:)
For the first time in sixteen long, insecure years of life, Dylan Marvil was confident.
Last summer, Dylan hit a growth spurt and shot up and inch and a half. After that, everything happened at once. She was buying size two minis at DKNY, swapping makeup tips with Lisa Mahoney, the most popular girl at Westlake High, being invited to the hottest senior's parties...
Whoever was in charge of beauty and style had finally decided it was Dylan's time to shine.
"Sam Fletcher is so obsessed with me." Lisa ran a brush through her inky black curls. "He dumped half a pound of glue and torn up books in my bag in English class." Lisa gestured to the pathetic heap of glue, paper, and expensive leather that used to be Lisa's favorite bag. "I'm ditching it here. Maybe he'll rescue it and put it in his shrine."
Dylan snorted.
"He probably knows you like the bathrooms on the third floor the best because they get surprisingly amazing cell reception."
"It's because it used to be the teacher's lounge before they remodeled the school," Lisa said. "God knows Mrs. Aiken's obsession with eBay."
"She sits at her desk checking bids all day. That's why there was a fire in her chemistry class this morning." Dylan added. She wasn't sure if it was true or not, but she was fueled by Lisa's constant approval. Dylan and Lisa had clicked as soon as tenth grade started. Lisa always said that Massie Block, "gawdblesshersoul", had rubbed off on them. At the time, Dylan had laughed and secretly prayed that Massie was still alive. When she was shopping, Dylan would always look twice if she saw a flash of glossy brunette hair. Sometimes when she was at Starbucks, she would swear she heard Massie laughing. Lisa would convince her she was just hungry and coax her to eat. Dylan's appetite, and waist line, had decreased as whispers of Massie's disappearing act got more and more frenzied.
The loud, forced laughter of Olivia Ryan, the unwanted third member of the usual lunch ditching group, was enough to end Lisa and Dylan's jokes. Olivia coughed and straightened the hem of her dress. When Olivia wasn't looking, Lisa rolled her eyes.
"So, um, shouldn't we be getting back to the lunch room?" Olivia said.
Lisa and Dylan shared a look of annoyance. Even though she dyed her hair chestnut and was twice as beautiful as she was in seventh grade, she was still just as clueless. Sometimes, Olivia could be legitimately fun when she was laughing about the knockoff Coach bags at the mall. But most of the time, she was an annoyance. She was only friends with Dylan and Lisa because she was dating Lisa's hot younger brother Noah And since Noah was part of the group, Olivia was in by default.
And every group had an unwanted member. In seventh grade, Claire was the one they all secretly made fun of, up until Massie and Alicia got into their fight. Now Claire was America's sweetheart. Go figure.
"Great idea, Olivia. You go ahead, and we'll catch up, okay?" Lisa said.
"Can you call me Liv from now on? Like the character from the movie Summer's Best Two Weeks that Claire Lyons starred as?"
Lisa glared at Olivia, her bright green eyes flashing. Olivia whimpered. But just like that, the moment of anger was replaced by a smile.
"Sure, Liv," Lisa said through gritted teeth.
Olivia squealed her thanks and scampered out of the bathroom. As soon as she was gone, Lisa's smile disappeared. "God. I have to get my brother to break up with her."
While Lisa fired off a few quick texts on her iPhone, Dylan felt a cold draft in the room. That moment of lost control was eerily similar to the moments where Massie would lash out and sudden become a megabitch. Dylan wondered if Massie was watching them now.
"Dylan? You coming?" Lisa stood near the door. Her best friend's voice snap her to reality.
"Yeah, of course." Dylan smoothed her red curls and marched out of the bathroom, Lisa at her side. With every click of their heels, Dylan told herself that she had everything and simply didn't have the time to be insecure. And like that, Dylan realized how happy she really was. She was skinny. She was drop dead gorgeous, in the words of her boyfriend Derrick Harrington. She had an amazing best friend. Why should she dwell in the past?
Massie and the chilling suspicion that she was being watched melted away.