Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story except for the plot, all of it is owned by Lisi Harrison.

The Marvil Household

Dylan's Room

Friday, September 8th

5:45 P.M

"So, now what?" Alicia asked.

"What do you mean?" Dylan responded.

"I mean, are you ready to go?" Alicia answered.

"Yeah, hold on, I'm just trying to find my sidekick." Dylan was sorting through piles of clothes on her floor and bed trying to find the compact device. Alicia was sitting on Dylan's marble wrap-around desk in the corner. Massie and Kristen were looking out the windows on Dylan's far wall at the pool, Jacuzzi, and mini-bar. Massie was thinking of plans for the next summer-pool party she was throwing. Kristen was merely thinking.

"Found it!" Dylan held up the small sliver and black device before throwing it in her Coach tote. She grabbed her Louis Vuitton Keepall 55, checked her reflection one more time in the large mirror over one of her vanities, and slid on her Prada flip flops.

"Well, let's go." Massie insisted, leading the group out the door.

"I've decided I'm going to theme this year's party." She said as they walked down the long hallway. "What do you think of Hawaiian?"

"Perf! I can wear the Hawaiian bikini I just bought! You know the one with the flowers? Ooo and we can all wear grass skirts!" Alicia jumped up and down, clapping, her cleavage almost escaping the scoop-neck tee she was wearing.

"Since when do you wear bikinis?" Massie asked her BFF.

"Since I decided not to hide what I have. There's really no point, even when I used to try to hide it, it would still come out. So I decided just to flaunt what I have, hence the tee." Alicia exclaimed.

"We noticed the tee." Kristen laughed. "You kind of can't miss it."

Alicia glared at her. "Thanks for the support."

"No problem. Oh by the way did you ever cover that-" Kristen started her remark.

"Stop fighting! If I wanted more drama I would start a rumor about someone." Massie turned.

"Ooo you should start one about that new girl." Alicia's eyes lit up.

"Yes, definitely." Dylan gasped.

Kristen nodded. "You should."

Massie stopped and pondered. The new girl showed up in Keds and overalls. Of course it would be tough to turn her A-list and TPC material, but it could be done. Massie could turn anyone A-list. The problem was whether or not to do it. Obviously the girl wanted to be A-list but what reasoning did Massie have to do it? The LBR hadn't given her anything in return, no reason to turn her into a GLU. Massie didn't like giving away freebies, so she decided against giving away a free makeover to the girl for now. So she merely led her girls down the stairs and headed out to the Range Rover.

"You should say something totally nasty. That way no one will want to get close to her." Dylan giggled as they crawled in the back seat.

"Or say something completely bitchy. That way no one will want to be her friend." Alicia tossed her hair behind one shoulder.

"You could say she has bad grades and sucks at sports." Kristen suggested.

"What good would that do?" Dylan questioned.

"I don't know but you guys took the good ones…there was kind of nothing left." Kristen shrugged.

"All of those suggestions are old, tired, and played out. If we really want to set this girl so far down she'll be at the M-list when she's fifty, we have to come up with something totally fresh and new." Massie checked her eye makeup in her Chanel compact one more time.

"Point." Alicia held up her finger.

The girls sat in silence on the rest of the ride to Massie's house. Massie was searching for her palm pilot in her bag but what unaware that the other girls were merely thinking of the best way to take down Claire and make her wish her family had never set foot on their turf.

The Block Estate

Massie's Room

Friday, September 8th

6:30 P.M.

"I can't believe I have nothing to wear!" Massie stormed out of her closet. She whimpered when she fell back onto her bed.

Alicia placed a calming hand on her shoulder. "We will find you something to wear." She got up and walked into Massie's closet.

A few minutes later she appeared with an outfit. Massie tried it on and admired her reflection. She knew her BFF was good, but not THIS good. A thin, crisp, white Christian Dior three-quarter length scoop neck covered the cherry red Alberta Ferretti tank top she bought last week. She wore a pair of True Religion capris that were cuffed at the bottom, and a pair of strappy cherry red sandals. She looked perfect. She decided the outfit needed a bit more color, so she threaded a red Hermes scarf through her belt loops and tied her red Coach Ponytail scarf into her volumous bob.

"Good job Leesh, I never would have thought of this. It's so ah-dorable." Massie patted a bit of Chanel no. 19 on her wrist before grabbing her Coach tote. "Now let's rate."

Alicia stood up first. "You have tied your mascara-black hair into two separate braids. A thin baby blue headband is positioned behind your sweeping bangs. You have on a white tank top and a baby blue cowgirl shirt. It only reaches to the bottom of your ample cleavage and is tied in the middle, and has short sleeves. On the bottom you are wearing dark-wash Sevens that cover the tops of your baby-blue Steve Madden wedges. Congrats, you are a nine-point-six." Alicia clapped for herself and sat back down on the bed. Next it was Dylan's turn.

"Dylan you are wearing a purple tunic over a pair of True Religions and a pair of gold sandals. Congrats, you are a nine-point-three." Massie finished and Dylan looked slightly disappointed. "What would make it a nine-point-five?" She asked.

Massie studied her. "Some gold bangles." Massie walked over to her vanity and opened the top drawer, with a stand for all of her bracelets. She took off a small stack of five bangles, each a different width and handed them to Dylan, who took her seat.

Kristen stepped up next. "Kristen you are once again sporty-chic in a pair of Miss Sixty's and a white tank. You also are wearing a green and orange Puma jacket, which matches the green and orange puma's on your feet. Your hair is separated into two low-pigtails and stray hairs are kept back by a sport-headband. Congrats, you are a nine-point-four." Kristen smiled and took her seat.

"So what do you think?" Massie spun.

"Nine-point-eight." All three girls answered at the same time. Massie flashed a perfect smile before heading out the door. She rolled back her shoulders and straightened her back when she walked.

They reached the top of the stairs and Massie gasped. She couldn't believe what she was looking at.