Author's Note: HI GUYS. Sorry I disappeared off the face of the Earth. School was killer (AS USUAL) and I didn't write anything the ENTIRE semester. I couldn't do it, I really couldn't. But believe me, I tried. The next chapter of Wicked Games is coming along slowly... but it's coming, for those interested in that of course. But yesterday was the first time in months that I've written more than a sentence. So, I'm super rusty. I wanted to post something else to get into the groove again, but... oh well. Hopefully these next few days will get me going again. I go long periods of non-writing and then periods of non-stop updates everyday. I just need to find a rhythm. Pray that this is the start of one and I make it to the finish line for this story! Thanks for sticking with me for so long. Hope you're still here!

Thank you as always for your AMAZING REVIEWS. I can't thank you enough for your encouragement, never. I, like, die every time I get a notification. And I've said it before and I'll say it again, THIS IS NOTHING SPECIAL. Honestly. It's derived from a million different things and nothing original. As for some anon questions, I've been getting that I can't reply to. Please refer to the Disclaimer in the very first chapter of this story, also the End Author's Note from the Prologue. Yes, this is a Crazy Rich Asians and the Clique fanfiction. If there was a crossover section, I would include it there, but there isn't, so I hoped a disclaimer and AN would do for now. This story is also inspired by the RichKidsofInstagram tumblr and Asian dramas of all kinds (most specially, Boys Over Flowers) which is remade in Chinese, Korean, and Japanese. I've cited practically every thing that's inspired me in every chapter and I even post notes on how you can view the same stuff I viewed as inspiration. Derrick's house is inspired by the Dotcom mansion. All restaurants are taken from the Michelin guide. Everything I name dropped, from spa treatments to private jets and interiors to furniture types to Massie's favorite tea is literally inspired by searching into Google 'Most Expensive... BLANK' of whatever I'm looking for and reading lists and charts and then plugging them into the chapter. Most names of the parents are also taken from my other story, Revenge. Some food references are also taken from the Great Gatsby. Basically, anything luxe life I've included is inspired by something else. Because obviously, this is not my lifestyle at all. Hope this clears it up a bit, I never intended to copyright. This entire premise is the trope of a poor girl in a rich world.

Anyway, that concludes the longest author's note/disclaimer ever. Hope you enjoy the chapter. Thanks so much for reading and being patient with me! I love you guys.

Chapter Eleven: Saunas and Messages

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"Excuse me," Claire called out to a passing spa attendant. The attendant shifted the towels in her hands and snapped to command instantly. "Which way to the sauna?"

After an eventful day of dolphin sighting on clear boats and scuba-diving to look at the underwater island reefs, Claire wanted to relax. She figured a free spa package courtesy of Massie for all her guests would do her some good. The personal attendant assigned to her had suggested a full body milk and honey treatment. Only she had all but commanded Claire to steam all the salt water from her pores before she started.

The attended in front of her blinked as if confused and Claire lifted her spa packet. The cover advertised a state of the art, infrared, carbon-organic sauna. Recognition flashed in her eyes instantly and she smiled, "Ah, the steam sauna is on your right just past the botanic gardens. If you're interested in the traditional dry however, it will be two buildings over. Would you like me to accompany you?"

"Oh, I think I can find it, but thanks." Claire smiled, tucking her packet back under her arm and tightening her complimentary bathrobe. She made to leave, but stopped when the attendant spoke again.

"No problem, miss. Will there be anything else?"

Geeze, these people were attentive. Was Claire supposed to dismiss her?

"Um, no. That'll be all. Thank you," Claire finally replied awkwardly formal. The attendant bowed low before continuing her way and she winced. She didn't think she'd ever get used to that.

Claire passed the botanic gardens and back into the blessedly air-conditioned villa. She admired the sleek cedar wood spa room. It had a lot of features, multiple high-powered Jacuzzis littered with rose petals, spa masseurs standing at attention next to orange cushioned tables, and wooden square paneled widows, providing a natural view of the outside, overlooking the fauna of the island. The very next thing she noticed was that through the glass panel doors of the sauna was that there were people.

Her stomach swooped when she recognized Alicia, Kristen, and the three girls that she had overheard talking about her on the plane, already lounging on the wooden benches.

She couldn't back out now. They had definitely already seen her as clearly as she had seen them. And the last thing she wanted was unnecessary drama over her supposed dismissal of them if she turned right around and walked out now… but was that worth enduring an enclosed space with Alicia for half an hour?

Neither sounded good.

Claire set her packet down on a cushioned chaise lounge, took a deep breath, and removed her robe. She felt their eyes burning into her as she dropped it was and walked toward the sauna. It would be okay. Claire was the bigger person. Plus, the sauna was impossibly large; there was more than enough room for Claire to be far enough way from Alicia's brand of sugary evil. The moment she pulled open the glass door, hot steam, soft instrumental music, and the smell of expensive perfume hit her.

Claire shut the door and took a seat next to a heavy bowl of hot peridotite rocks with a quick smile at the other girls. They flashed her saccharine smiles back. Claire shut her eyes and allowed the hot steam and soft music to sooth her nerves. As she leaned back against a wooden bench, the girl's renewed conversation couldn't help but carry in the enclosed space.

"Seriously though. What does he see in Stacy? I cannot understand," Carrie continued as if Claire wasn't in the room.

"Her fake tits," Livvy cracked, eyeing Carrie's new ones at the same time. The girls giggled when Carrie whipped her towel at her.

"My mom told me the other day she used the full security team Chris bought for her in the city. She was in Saks that whole time. What did she think was going to happen?" Carrie continued, apparently enjoying the skewering of this Stacy girl too much to even take offence.

"She thinks she's hot shit. Liz told me she spotted them at Soto and Stacy was dressed in head-to-toe Prada. Literally. She kept her Prada sunglasses on all through dinner and even made out with him across the bar with them on," Alexandra told them with a snort.

"Taaaacky," Kristen cackled. "New money… What do you expect?"

There was a sudden silence in the room and Claire felt the pressure of eyes on her again, even though she had been trying to tune out their appalling gossip.

"Hey, Claire," Livvy ventured, clearing her throat and Claire turned since they were actually addressing her. "Have you met them?"

"I'm sorry. Who?" she asked reluctantly.

"Chris Plovert and his new wife, Stacy, of course."

"Don't waste your time," Alicia cut in nastily before Claire could answer. "Claire doesn't know anyone."

Claire was stunned speechless at the outright hostility. Really, she couldn't form words; her brain and mouth seemed to have stopped working.

"Claire, tell us how you and Cam met," Carrie cut in quickly after a beat of stifling silence.

"…It's not a very interesting story…" she stammered in surprise as Livvy, Carrie, and Alexandra all scooted towards her with eager eyes and attentive ears. Claire was a bit wary of their interest, especially after overhearing them talking about her on the plane. "We met at school. We were both at Chicago's Art Institute. Cam had just transferred and it was my friend, Layne, who initially introduced us."

"Ooooh," Livvy cooed, bracing her head in her hands above her thighs. "How did she know Cam?"

"They were in the same Music Theory class," she elaborated.

The three girls shot each other confused looks. "Music theory?" Alexandra mused, as if testing the words.

"Well, he was a business major, but when he transferred he took all music classes as electives and that's how he and Layne met."

"She must not have known him very well," Kristen spoke up from where she and Alicia were covertly listening in from their reclined positions.

"Well, she knew—but, I guess not." Claire blinked. It was true Layne hadn't know Cam very well. Honestly, she was realizing she didn't know Cam very well and she had been dating him for almost two years. There turned out to be a whole other world to him that Claire had no idea about. …She still didn't know how she felt about that.

But… that was true for these girls too. They didn't know anything about Cam's life in Chicago with her. At least, judging from their surprise at Cam taking music classes.

"I'm just saying," Kristen continued. "I love setting my friends up too, so I was just curious as to why your friend set the two of you up. You don't seem like you have much in common."

Claire raised her brows at Kristen's assumption. She knew nothing about her and Cam. "Layne's a really good friend. She was always trying to set me up. And not just for double dates either. She wanted me to be happy. She met Cam for the first time in class and just… She thought he was cute and that we would be…" Claire trailed off with a wince, feeling embarrassed for sharing.

"Would be what?" Carrie asked eagerly. Alexandra and Livvy were also hanging off her every word.

"Soul mates," she finally answered. And it was the truth. Cam was still the only person she could actually see herself spending forever with.

Alexandra and Livvy sighed breathily, but Alicia snorted and Claire instantly regretted being so open.

Feeling the tension in the room jack up and her blood roaring in her ears, Claire couldn't help herself, "What exactly is your problem with me, Alicia?"

The glass door to the steam room whooshed open, letting in a wave of cold outside air and the girls all turned to see who entered. At the entrance stood a tall, leggy, dirty blonde, dressed in a revealing teal bathing suit.

"Claire?" she called out.

"Yes?" Claire responded, wondering who she was. She didn't recognize her at all.

"Thank god, I've been looking everywhere for you." The girl sighed before casting a dismissive glance over at the others in the room and arched a dark brow. "Are you ladies done?"

Alexandra, Livvy, and Carrie were already gathering up their towels and on their way out. Claire watched them in confusion. "Bye, Claire. Good to see you again, Sam," they demurred almost fawning as they passed and exited. Alicia and Kristen were a bit slower to leave, patting sweat and steam from their bodies and adjusting their head towels. Blonde Babe just stood there and watched them with unimpressed eyes. Claire would tell she wasn't someone to mess with just by her demeanor. And even if she couldn't, the way Kristen and Alicia were following her unspoken command was telling enough.

The moment Alicia and Kristen passed with air-kisses in greetings before exiting, the girl shut the glass doors and headed towards Claire.

"I talked to three attendants before someone pointed me to the sauna. Only there are three different ones on this damn island, so it only took me about forever," she elaborated as she grabbed a towel and laid it out on the wooden bench next to Claire.

"I'm sorry...?" Claire replied, taken aback.

"Don't be," the girl shook her off. "It's kinda my own fault for hitching my own ride."

"You weren't on the plane with us?" Claire asked, trying to remember, but she definitely didn't remember seeing her at the airport or the plane.

"No, I just flew in today," she explained, piling her long hair up into a bun at the top of her head. She turned to her with a bright smile and Claire was instantly disarmed. "I'm Sammi, by the way."

"Nice to meet you," Claire told her politely. And it was the truth, right now, Sammi was honestly the most interesting person here, and despite her brash and authoritative demeanor towards the other girls, she seemed more than friendly towards Claire. (Also, she had saved Claire from another confrontation with Alicia). Still, Claire knew better than to assume they had anything in common. The people from this world didn't even seem to be touched with reality. "Do you have your own private jet too or something?" she asked.

Sammi grinned, showing off her dimples, as if knowing exactly what she was thinking. "No, I flew economy class, United Airlines, though it's tougher than you think trying to get a ticket to the middle of nowhere at the very last minute."

Claire blinked in surprise at that. "Why were you looking for me?"

"Cam asked me to keep an eye out for you," Sammi explained, stretching her long legs out in front of her.

At her boyfriend's name, Claire startled. "He did?"

"Mmhmm. But honestly, he's worried for no reason. He should give you more credit. You seem to be holding up just fine with those girls."

Claire tilted her head in consideration. "Weren't those girls your friends?"

"Friends?" Sammi tilted her head too, seeming to really think about it. "No. People I probably recognize, but not friends, no."

"Oh. Are they famous or something?"

Sammi laughed. "In their own minds, maybe. These girls are more like socialites. You know, the ones that appear in magazines, attend charity galas, pose for the masses. They've done nothing of actual worth." Claire nodded, she had kind of figured as much. Sammi took in the pensive look on Claire's face and sighed, "Okay, maybe I'm not being fair. They're obviously descendants of people of note. I guess you could even say this is a crowd you'd be ecstatic to find yourself included in… to be welcomed into… but you don't seem the type."

Claire looked up at the older girl in surprise. Sammi deliberated before finally declaring, "I can see why Cam likes you."

"I don't—" Claire stammered with a blush, but the other girl cut her off again. "You're sincere. Your face is an open book; you couldn't hide an ulterior motive even if you wanted. I don't think you have a single mean bone in your body. And obviously, you don't give a single shit about any of this, do you?"

"Well, to be honest, it's all a bit overwhelming," she admitted after a bit. Not that there hadn't been some perks. This island resort was pretty amazing and all the food she's tried in New York is about a hundred times better than back home. Honestly, Claire wasn't sure how she was going to go back to her plain lifestyle in Chicago. If there weren't people like Alicia or Kristen or Olivia, Claire would have been convinced this was all just one extremely detailed dream she had concocted.

Claire turned back to Sammi. "And well, you're not like the … I mean, you're very… honest."

Sammi beamed at her. "I took the first opportunity I could to get out of that lifestyle. I got tired of all this bullshit years ago. I learned to tell it like it is." She stood up and grabbed her towel from the bench, wrapping it around herself. "And I'm telling you now Claire, these girls aren't your friends. You can probably hold your own, but it always helps to have someone on the inside. I mean, I've left, but I still have some hold. Come to me anytime."

"I—thanks," Claire replied slowly, as she stood and grabbed her towel too. Her half hour steam was almost up.

"Come on," Sammi gestured towards the door. "I heard Massie's dad imported renowned masseurs from Laos just for this party. Let's go see if they'll give us our massages on the beach. Or maybe we can do that volcanic ash wrap I've been hearing so much about. Apparently, they cocoon your entire body in it for an hour. Is that not hilarious? Although, I did do a truffle wrap once and it actually worked wonders, which just goes to show you."

Claire followed after her with a small laugh.

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An ocean away, Cam weaved his way through a crowd of inebriated boys cheering, whooping, and hollering with a grimace, making a beeline towards Geoff Micheals and the origin of the flash that had illuminated the yacht deck and the endless night sky and dark ocean surrounding them on all sides. Cam snatched the iPhone from his hand.

"What the hell, man!" Geoff cried.

Cam rolled his eyes. "No pictures. That's the rule. You can collect your phone in the morning," he told him with a sigh, dropping his phone into the sack he was holding. He was on cleanup duty. Not that he minded, he wasn't really interested in going wild and things like this never appealed to him unless he was rolling. But seeing as how Kemp's yacht was filled with about thirty of the world's most famous heirs of some sort and a dozen nude European girls, there was no way any of this could be leaked to the press. Someone had to be on the lookout.

"Fucking Josh has his phone out!" Geoff cried out in protest over the music. Cam looked and saw that he was right, but Josh was smart enough never to show the videos he was taking to anyone. The same couldn't be said of Micheals. A photo was a thousand words and Kemp spraying whipped cream on a prostitute was a PR disaster.

He didn't want to know how much his parents would have to fork over to cover up his attendance if anything leaked. Safety precautions were necessary. Cam didn't spare Geoff another word, turning back to the scene on the elevated LED light up deck where Kemp had just pulled a protesting Derrick up alongside him on stage to crown him the Whipped Cream King.

Cam watched with a sigh as Derrick accepted the sash with a strained grimace. Kemp was now signaling to his workers. "Who's ready for ice cream sundaes?!" Kemp yelled at the crowd and the wave of cheering in response made Cam wince. He felt a migraine forming.

As the first girl laid herself out on a pull up table Kemp's workers placed on the center of the stage and the other girls started to approach the crowds, Cam caught Josh's eye. Fuck, he mouthed. Josh gave him an exasperated look back. Cam pushed towards the stage as Kemp decorated her with ice cream and stepped back to encourage Derrick to eat the maraschino cherry decorating her… crotch.

Cam caught Derrick's panicked eyes and gestured towards the lower deck entrance. Derrick turned back to Kemp. "Sorry man, I need to take a piss!" he yelled over the music and then wiggled down the stage before Kemp could say anything. Derrick crashed into him as they made their escape down the side stairs to the no less quiet family deck. It seemed there no escaping Kemp's idea of a fun time.

"Nice save," Cam snickered. "Massie would have castrated you."

Derrick shoved him into the cushioned wall of the boat.

Kemp's family yacht spanned 92 meters, complete with an entertainment room, a ballroom, a full gym and sauna, two swimming pools (one outdoor and one indoor), and bowling alley. Still, nothing could stifle the sounds coming from the top deck. As they search for a place far enough away from the booming music, they ran into Dempsey, who was also wandering for a place away from the party.

"I swear to god, if I hear another dubstep remix, I'm jumping overboard," he threatened. Cam grinned.

Josh and Chris met up with them on the lowest deck with their saving grace. Alcohol. "Who would have thought we could ever top Cabo?" Josh joked, pouring a generous helping and pressing it into Derrick's hand. Derrick threw it back instantly.

"I'm surprised that you even agreed to this, Derrick. It doesn't really seem like your thing," Dempsey noted as he flipped through the stack of video games Kemp had on board. "At least, not anymore."

"Kemp's father is the largest shareholder in the HHC," Josh explained for him, pouring more. 'He couldn't refuse Kemp,' was unspoken, but everyone in the room understood. Cam grimaced again. Shit like this was exactly why he wanted out of Westchester. Parents commanding who he could talk to and who he had to befriend, all for family business; he had hated it all his life. Cam couldn't understand how Derrick still stood it.

He sighed, resigned to the weekend bachelor fest and stood. He patted his friend on the back and grabbed a bottle from Chris. "Since we're stuck on this boat 'til Sunday, let's make the most of it. Let's get shitfaced."

"Hell yeah!" Chris cheered.

As the guys crowed around the unmanned bar in the entertainment room in search of more to drink, Cam fished out his cell phone. There were no calls or texts from Claire. He hoped that she was more having fun than he was.

'Miss you,' he wrote, watching his phone search for signal. He hit enter and watched it send with a private smile.

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After full day of adventure in the ocean, drama in the sauna, and a delicious four course sunset dinner on the beach with all the girls, Claire was just glad to be able to return to the peace and quiet of her assigned villa. None of the lights were on in her room, but the bright moonlight glimmered through her screen back door and she could see enough to lock her door behind her. The simple serenity of the place would never cease to amaze her. The resort was a nice idea; no cell phones, distractions, or outside life intruding on your island paradise vacation. Claire would love it more if only Cam were here with her.

As Claire kicked off her sandals and padded towards her suitcase to grab a change of clothes, she heard a quiet dripping noise from her bathroom. Wondering if the sink was leaking, she entered her bathroom and clicked on the light. Claire screamed, jerking back in horror, stepping right in a puddle of blood on the floor dripping from her counter.

In her sink was a mutilated rodent of some sort, organs spilling from its open stomach, dead eyes staring up at her.

Scrawled violently on her mirror above her sink in blood were the words "MATE WITH THIS, YOU GOLD DIGGING SLUT!"

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