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THE RIVERA'S ESTATE

ALICIA'S BEDROOM

Friday, August 29th

5:32 p.m.

Alicia Rivera dropped her new Iphone 4S onto the plush carpet of her room. Her lips quivered, beads of sweat began to come down her forehead and her body began to quaver.

This could nawt be happening.

"Leesh, you all right?" asked the beautiful Olivia Ryan.

"Do I look alright?" Alicia snapped.

Both Kori and Strawberry glanced at each other nervously, they never seen their best friend reacted this way, ever. Usually, Alicia's big, beautiful, brown wide eyes shone confidently, today however, they appeared dark, dull and lost.

Alicia let out a frustrated sigh, and began pulling her shiny hair into a side braid.

"Breaking news, I just recieved a juciy gossip..."

Olivia, Kori and Strawberry leaned forward in aniticipation. If anyone had "juciy" gossip it was Alicia.

"Chris Plovert, was just at the airport and he-"

"Did he see Mila Kunis? I heard that she was coming to NY, for a new movie." interupted Olivia.

"Gawd no! And besides O-livi-a I said juicy gossip, not a boring one". Eye-rolled Alicia.

Kori let a cackle, but finally stop, when Strawberry elbowed her in the ribs.

"As I was saying, Plovert saw someone" Alicia pressed her shiny lips together, thanks to Estee Lauder's lip pop gloss in Fizzy pear, she looked at her BFF's with her wide eyes "He saw Massie Block."

"Ehmagawd!". All three shouted in unison.

"Massie's really back?" Olivia eyes widen.

"That's major gossip, Leesh!" said Kori "I can't believe Massie is back from London."

"Who cares?" snorted Strawberry

While, her friends, were still talking about the gossip Alicia just laid on them, Alicia began to think back. When Massie left Westchester, Alicia immediately became the Alpha of the Pretty Committee. Alicia, Claire, Dylan and Kristen made up the PC. Sure, they had fun, but it wasn't the same without Massie.

Every day, Alicia was getting tired of hearing about Massie, for once, couldn't they just stawp talking about her? It was Alicia's turn to become Alpha and no matter what she did, Claire, Dylan and Kristen couldn't help but bring up Massie. Whether it was eating Fro-yo's at the mall, getting pedicures and manicures and even at Alicia's sleepovers, it was always Massie this, Massie that and even remember when Massie...?

It wasn't her fault entirely; the PC began to drift apart in the middle the ninth grade. They soon began to text each other less and skyping became less frequent. Even though Alicia followed all three on Twitter, she couldn't care less what Claire and Cam were eating or what Dylan's newest diet was or when Kristen's soccer game was scheduled to play. In a way, Massie was like superglue, glue that held the PC together tightly. While, Alicia was just paper glue, the ones you could find at a cheap price in a supermarket, strong enough at first, but weak later on.

Alicia sighed,

"What are you going to do, Alicia?" Strawberry asked.

"I'm not sure..."

"She doesn't need to do anything" chimed Kori.

"Yeah" smiled Olivia, "Because she has us, to rely on."

For the first time that night, Alicia gave a smile and let out a giggle. So what if Massie came back? Alicia had real friends who mattered. They were better than the PC, they were her Pretty Committee. And that was all it matter.

Well, not really.

Alicia knew as soon as Massie came back, she would reclaim her title as "Alpha". But that wasn't going to happen. Alicia was the Alpha, of OCD high, nothing was going to change that, nothing. Not even a former BFF.

LYON'S HOME

CLAIRE'S BEDROOM

Friday, August 29th

5:34 p.m.

"Claire, honey! Are you done yet?" Judi Lyons shouted from the downstairs of the Lyon's cozy two-floored home. "I'm pretty sure Cam has been waiting for quite some time."

"Almost!" Claire shouted back.

Claire Lyons stood in front of her door length mirror, she smoothed out any wrinkles that were on her new Bebe Davella Cowl Dress in bright blue, (a gift from her mom and dad), which she paired with black leggings.

Tonight was special; it was going to be Claire and Cam's 3 year anniversary together. Claire began to put on her Maybelline lip gloss in Glitzy Grape, on her small heart-shape mouth. She started to apply shimmery light brown eye shadow from Urban Decay's eye shadow palette, over her eyelids. After drawing on Clinique's black on eyeliner in Black Kohl, Claire then pinched her cheeks to get colour in them.

"I can't believe Cam is taking me out for dinner!" Claire was so excited she began to break out singing Katy Perry's "Teenage Dream".

Just then, Claire's door opened.

"Shouldn't you warn people when you're going to sing? You might break someone's eardrum." Todd, said, laughing.

"Todd!" Claire glared at her ah-nnoying younger brother of 13 years. His messy red hair and mischievous grin was a good enough reason to wack him, but Claire knew better.

These days, Todd was just lonely, as he and Tiny Nathan no longer hung out as much as before. Todd had become somewhat self-conscious of himself and sensitive as Tiny Nathan was able to get a girlfriend before him.

Todd plopped down on Claire's plush bed.

Claire stared down at her brother.

"What do you want?"

"Nothing."

"Then why are you here?"

"Because, why can't I?"

"Because you can't"

"Because because why?"

Claire sighed, she knew there was no way she could beat Todd in a pointless argument.

"Fine, you can stay." Claire said, glaring at him. Todd smiled smugly,

"Anyways, my dear sister, I need to ask you for a favour."

Claire turned around from the mirror and faced the red-haired boy, "What?"

"I want to come with you on your date." Todd pleaded.

"If this was a normal date, there would be a chance you might come, but it's our 3 year anniversary, so no."

"Come on Claire, you know how much I don't like Dad's high school friends, they are beyond creepy." Todd said, while stomping on the ground.

Claire giggled to herself, imagining Jay Lyon's high school friends, with their scruffy beards and red faces, while asking Todd to play poker with them.

"Well?"

"Todd, why can't you just find a girlfriend?" Claire folded her arms.

Todd shook his head disapprovingly as if Claire was caught cheating on a test, "You know there's only one girl for me, sis, and that's Massie Block." Todd winked

Claire couldn't help, but give her brother a silly grin, "Massie? She's all the way in London!"

"So I can dream, can't I?" He finally got off Claire's bed, as Todd was heading out of the door, he turned to face his sister, "You know you should really forget about getting dressed up, it's not like Cam can tell a difference." smirked Todd.

"Get OUT!"

Before she could slam her oak wood door in his face, her brother already made his way down the hall. Claire then plugged in her Revlon Smooth&Stay Curler into the grey plug-in. While, waiting for it to heat, Claire began to think of Massie.

It was weird how no later than six months Massie had left, the PC disbanded. Everyone separated into different groups.

Alicia was the Alpha of the school and her new group, the "Igirls" were the new PC, Kristen hung out with the jocks, while Dylan seemed to be a floater.

Claire knew she was on the outs once again, as she hung out with Layne, Meena and Heather.

Claire began to curl her hair, when her rhinestone covered Mortorola began to vibrate.

It was a text message from Cam.

CAM: Hey :)

CLAIRE: What's up?

CAM: Ur ok with the restur. Sushiko?

CLAIRE: Yuppers :)

CAM: Btw-Plovert txted me a few mins, he saw Massie at the airport...

CLAIRE: Massie? U sure?

CAM: Y. He says she's moving back here

Claire felt her mouth go dry, Massie? Coming Back? Her insides were filled with joy. Despite her lycra-ing ways, Claire missed Massie, she was a friend she could confide to, a person she could show her insecurities and most importantly, she could bring back the Pretty Committee back together.

CAM: U there?

CLAIRE: Y. Just thinkin.

Massie in Westchester! With her help, Claire knew it was possible that the PC could come back together in no time. Their weekly sleepovers, the gossip and most important having friends who were fun.

Claire grinned at this thought, until she sniffed something burning

"Ehmagawd! My hair!"

Claire quickly unrolled the curler from her hair, one side was deeply burnt, her hair looked liked a Wendy's onion ring in the deep fryer for too long.

Claire gulped; she just hoped no one from the Pretty Committee would be burned by this news, just like her hair.

THE MARVIL'S ESTATE

THE MARVIL'S KITCHEN

Friday, August 29th

5:33 p.m.

Dylan Marvil walked around in circles, in the Marvil's granite kitchen. Capturing her every move, was a short stubby cameraman.

"Turn the camera's off, NOW!" Dylan barked.

The cameraman huffed and walked into the Marvil's main foyer.

"Dyl Pickles, what's wrong?" Merri-lee Marvil picked a strand of her hair out of her face and looked at her daughter with concern. "You know, we can't carry on our show, if you keep telling the camera's to back off..."

"I know that, but...," Dylan looked at her famous mother's green piercing eyes, "I have big news to tell you..."

"News? What kind?" Merri-lee's eyes sprang to life,

"Well, it's about-"

"Ashton and Demi?"

Dylan shooked her head.

"Angie and Brad?"

"No, it's-"

"Jennifer and Justin?"

"Jennifer and Bradley?"

"Blake and Ryan?"

"Selena and Ju-"

Dylan stomped her new Steve Madden ankle boots onto the ground. "MOM! It's not even about celebrities!"

Merri-lee quickly hid her disappointment, "Oh," she then forged a smile, "well then, what is it about?"

"It's about school..."

"What about it?"

Dylan opened her mouth, but quickly closed it. What could she tell her mother? That her daughter was taking orders like a slave from an ex-friend? Or that her daughter didn't really have any friends? Or that she was picked on because of the show? Or that she was a floater at school? There were endless questions that she wanted to ask her mother, but she couldn't bear to disappoint her.

Merri-lee raised her eyebrows, "Well, Dyl Pickles?"

"Um...I just wanted to say that you should report our school again to see if Principal Burns has added any hidden carbs in our cafeteria again." Dylan suggested, while tilting her head to the right, slightly.

"Hmmmm," Merri-Lee closed her eyes and rubbed her fingers, which were freshly painted nails in Essie's Cocktail bling, against her chin as if she were really considering the idea.

Finally opening her eyes, "It's a good idea, Pickles, but I can't recycle again."

"Oh, well, I'm just glad you were open to my idea." Dylan turned her back towards her mother and began to walk away.

"Dilly, you know, you seem depressed these days..." Her cheetah print high heels could be heard tapping right behind Dylan.

Dylan's cheeks began to reddened, "well, I'm nawt!"

"You know Pickles, when I was sad, my mother taught me a trick to hid my emotions."

"And...?" Dylan replied, while picking lint off her grey knit sweater from Esprit.

"Smile."

"Huh?"

"No I mean smile, even when your down." Her mother flashed her famous white pearls at her. "Like this."

Dylan folded her arms a crossed her chest, "why would I do that?"

"Well for one thing, maybe it will help you with your friends."

Dylan's body stiffened, she could feel her cheeks become warm, how did her mom know about her and her friends?

She turned to face her mother, "what do you mean?" She flipped her hair, as a gesture to prove that there was no problem at all.

"I guess I worded wrong, I mean, Pickles, I haven't seen your friends for awhile." She looked at her daugther with curiosity.

"Well, they all been busy lately" Dylan lied; she began to twirl her curly hair with her index finger.

"Really? All of them?" Merri-Lee raised her eyebrows.

"Yup." Flashing a fake smile to her mother.

"Even the sultry looking one?

"Uh-huh"

"How about the blond one with the uptight mother?"

"Yeah..."

"The white-blond?"

"Yes."

"How about th-"

Dylan flashed her mom with another fake smile, "There all busy, mom. End of story."

"You didn't let me finish, Dilly, how about the brunette with glossy hair?"

Dylan crinkled her nose, "You mean Massie?" It was weird saying Massie's name out loud, almost as if it were a foreign word. She hadn't been able to say her old friend's name around Alicia (since it was a "rule") or Kristen. As well, most of the time, Dylan didn't know where Claire hung out.

"Yes, Massie. What about her?"

Dylan rolled her eyes and bellowed "Mom! Massie hasn't been her for awhile. In fact, at least two years, she moved to London." Gawd, sometimes Dylan believed her mother knew more about the celebrities than her own daughter's life.

Merri-Lee smiled, "Oh? Well that's not what I heard."

This time, Dylan crinkled her face, "What do you mean?"

"Kendra and I have been speaking to each other on the phone for some time now and well, the Blocks are moving back in Westchester!"

Dylan stared at her blankly, "Are you kidding me?"

"No I'm not. It was suppose to be a secret, but I wanted to tell you good news since you seem so mopey these days. I think you should check your phone. Pickles." Merri-Lee gave Dylan a light-hearted chuckle.

Dylan ignored her mother's jab; she grabbed her Iphone out of her pocket. To her surprise, she received 5 new messages. That was a lot of messages for her, in these days.

MASSIE: Hey loser! LOL :) J/K Guess what? I'm coming bk to Westchester.

MASSIE: Dyl, seris, did ur Mom tell u yet?

MASSIE: Miss u guys, can't wait to shop!

MASSIE: Dylan, how's the PC? I haven't been able to contact the others yet.

MASSIE: GLU meeting this Fri. at my new house. I'll txt u and the others. Gawd hurry up n txt

"Massie's back?" Dylan finally looked up from her phone and stared at her mother.

The talk show host, smiled-nodded

Dylan couldn't but help crack a smile to her mother, but this time it was genuine.

THE PINEWOOD

GREGORY'S MAIN FOYER

Friday, August 29th

5:39 p.m.

Usually around this time, Kristen Gregory would have been at soccer practice, beaming with pride as she and her teammates would be able to create a formation that would have been unbeatable. She would have been drenched in sweat, ew! But it was all worth it, as soccer was her first love of life. Nowadays, soccer practice had become limited as Coach Davis had a sprain, since soccer practice were less frequent, Kristen found herself sitting in front her dark blue Vaio Sony laptop waiting for an e-mail from a boy, desperately.

It wasn't any boy that made Kristen to sacrifice to make her eyesight worse, it was her neighbor, crush and c-plus, Dempsey Solomon. The soccerlicious caramel blond hair boy made Kristen swoon and giddy every time she saw him, his pink flushed cheeks and great big dimples were the perfect combination of the dash of cuteness and deliciousness at the same time. These days however, waiting to receive an e-mail from him, made Kristen more desperate than the time, insisted her zebra print outfits were in, being two years late.

Kristen huffed in frustration, and clicked on her e-mail.

Click. Click. The page said 0 New Messages.

"Still, nothing, yet?" She muttered. Kristen let out her plead on an all-out heartfelt e-mail she sent to Dempsey. That was two days ago. The incident had happen exactly fifty-one hours and twenty-seven minutes ago. It wasn't even Kristen's fault; it was her BFF, sorry ex-BFF, Massie's fault. She had sent Dempsey a message stating that Kristen didn't want to be wit-

"Kristmas?" Marsha Gregory's stringy grey bob poked out from Kristen's wooden bedroom door; unknowingly breaking her daughter's thoughts, "I'm cooking dinner right now, but I forgot to pick up the mail. Can you get it?"

Kristen got up from her leather office chair made by Ikea, "Yeah, sure." Before leaving her room, she glanced at her reflection. She wanted to make sure her outfit was a 'fashionable do' just in case if she did ran into Dempsey. Her crisp white 'I Heart NY' t-shirt was snug, but it matched beautifully with a cheetah cardigan she got on sale from Forever 21. The long light pink socks from TJ Maxx, (What? It was on sale! Uh-kay!) actually looked adorable with her black ankle buckle boots from Spring and the H&M cotton-made black skirt. Overall, Kristen's outfit made her look like a preppy fashionable student. Unconsciously, she began to tie her hair into a perfect ballerina bun, regarding the fact, that her uptight mother was still there.

"What are you doing?" Marsha chuckled. Kristen jumped. "Mom! Don't scare me like that. I thought you already left". Her aqua eyes were still fixed on her hair and reflection.

This time Marsha Gregory opened the door wider. Her gaze was on her daughter.

"Why are you so dressed up?" Smiled Marsha, "hoping that Dennis will be around?"

Kristen couldn't help, but blush-giggle, "Ma, its Dempsey, not Dennis." Her ballerina bun was finally finished, after she secured it with a pink scrunchie. "Well, hopefully he's there; I need to speak to him..."

"Oh, okay, Dempsey" Marsha said, copying the emphasis Kristen had, "Don't worry, you look beautiful."

"Thanks, Mom."

Marsha Gregory gave her daughter a kiss on the forehead and left the bedroom. At that cue, Kristen took her time to see if she had any mascara boogers. After inspecting, she was clean. As Kristen left her bedroom and reach the front door, she double-checked her outfit one more time through the mirror in front hallway. She felt more stylish than Keria Knightly when she was on the red carpet. Her outfit was a total 10, throughout the two years, Kristen began to improve the way she dressed because of Dempsey, he was her David, as she was his Posh and it should have stayed that way, until a certain someone had to ruin it.

Thinking of Massie, made Kristen's brain hurt, it wasn't that she hated her, it was just that Kristen loathed Massie for what she had done, if Massie ever came back, she would made sure Massie messed with the wrong gi-

Kristen's phone began to vibrate. It was a text message...from Dylan? Kristen's face crinkled in confusion. She and Dylan hadn't text each other for a long time.

Dylan: Kristen!

Dylan: Have you heard?

Dylan: the news?

Kristen: ? news?

Dylan: Block is in da house!

Kristen: ?

Dylan: MASSIE is back.

Kristen stopped herself midway from opening her front door. She stared at the text as if it was written in Japanese. She could feel her head spinning and her mouth gaping.

Kristen shooked her head, and scoffed at the idea of Massie ever coming back. These days, Dylan was craving for attention with a capital A, just so someone could speak to her. She waved off the news as if it were a stinky fart; the only possible reason to believe the news, if Massie told her the news herself.

Dylan: U there?

Kristen: Y

Dylan: Well?

Kristen: well?

Dylan: Aren't u x-cited?

Kristen: I'll believe the news if M tells me herself

Dylan: …

Kristen: Busy, right now. Can't txt anymore, sry.

Gawd, Dylan was really anxious to make up any news just so she could start a convo. Massie coming back…Kristen had to laugh at that idea, she was in London and there was no way she would come bac-

Her cellphone began to vibrate. A recognizable number popped up with one simple text.

Massie: Kris, I'm back.

Speak of the devil, literally.

My first chapter :) I'm not a good writer, as you can tell :3 So I appreciate if anybody will review my story. Thanku :)