Disclaimer: Lisi Harrison owns the clique.

Updated new chapter, I won't have time to write for the next few days.

Revised this chapter. :) Enjoy.

RIVERA'S ESTATE

ALICIA'S BEDROOM

Friday, August 29th

6:23 p.m.

"So Mean Girls and 17 Again?"

"Yeah," Both Kori and Strawberry agreed with Olivia's choice of movies.

"Leesh? Are you okay with the movies?" The buttery blond asked. She gave the other two a worried look, their Alpha was way out of it, after hearing the news about Massie. "H-ullo?"

Looking at her Iphone, Alicia noticed she received a text from Massie, but quickly deleted it.

Alicia clenched her fist, she knew her friends were talking to her, but she ignored them. It wasn't fair that Massie came back! She knew that her former BFF would do anything, anything, to reclaim her top spot. Alicia breathed heavily, okay, calm down….she thought back of all the hard work she had to do to become the alpha of OCD high. There was no way she was going to let Massie Block become alpha again.

Alicia finally spoke in a cool tone. "Girls, listen up."

Kori, Strawberry and Olivia circled their Alpha.

"As of now, we know that Massie Block is back." She glanced at all three, "I know that she will do whatever it takes to become an alpha again. But, I'm not going to let that happen. So do you know what we're going to do?"

There was a cast of confusion among her friends. Until, Alicia flashed her friends the infamous wicked grin.

"Ehma-no way!" Shouted Olivia, "are we going to make Massie out? Like the outcast?" She put her hands to her hips.

Alicia nodded very slowly. "Exactly."

Kori raised her hands as if she was at school, "but how we are going to do that? This is Massie Block we are talking about."

There was silence in the room. The three of them gave Alicia a pleading look, all wondering how they would take Massie down. Alicia bit her lip; of course she knew that making Massie Block the outcast was going to be harder than finding love on the Bachelor, but Alicia knew there had to be some way to do it.

Alicia finally broke the silence, "Are you stupid, Kori? Just because Massie Block has never been taken down, doesn't mean it can happen." She glared at her friend, "don't you remember the time when we made Allie-Rose Singer the outcast, when she took Strawberry's place on the volleyball team? Or when Meena spread untrue gossip about Olivia?"

"True, but they aren't Massie Block…"

Sighing, Alicia looked at her friends disapprovingly, did she had to explain everything to them?

"Of course they aren't Massie Block, but we made them outcasts because we knew one thing they had."

"Which was?" Strawberry asked.

"Weakness." Alicia grinned at her friends, "trust me, I know, being friends with Massie Block for three years has its benefits. And believe me, Massie Block has a weakness."

Olivia air-clapped for excitement, "So, what do we have to do?" For a ditzy girl, Olivia was a person you would want to have on your side, as she loved making people on the outs; which was exactly why Alicia appointed her as the beta.

"First, we have to befriend the ex-pretty committee members."

Just like that, the atmosphere had changed. None of Alicia's friends wanted to be associated with Dylan, Claire and Kristen if they weren't forced too.

"Ehma-ew! Are you serious?" Strawberry asked, while crinkling her nose, "even Dylan?"

She could feel her friends eye's focusing on her, pity rays were beaming at her, Alicia took a deep breath, "even Dylan. But don't worry I'll deal with that slut, on my own. You guys just focus on Kuh-laire and Kristen."

This was it; Alicia would make sure Massie's stay in Westchester would last shorter than Kim Kardashian's 72 day marriage.

But, first Alicia had to initiate the plan in motion.

"I'm going to text-mass the ex-PC members; I want to meet up with them tomorrow." Alicia announced, ignoring the looks her friends gave her, "don't worry, its part of the plan," she said dismissively.

Massie Block might have defeated Alicia a few times, but two years have passed and Alicia was a different person. She controlled who was in and out, and this year was no exception. It was decided as soon as she heard Massie was back, Alicia made sure Massie Block's name would be spelled three simple letters.

O-U-T

SUSHIKO RESTURAUNT

BOOTH # 19

Friday, August 29th

6:31 p.m.

"Here are the menu's," the dark-haired waitress placed 'Sushiko' menus in front of Claire and Cam. "I'll be back when you are ready to order." She walked back to the front to greet more customers.

Cam picked up his menu and started scanning the menu, "the 'love boat' and the sashimi combo looks good," he went on, "so does the chopped scallop roll. Anything that looks good to you, Claire?"

The booth was filled with silence.

"Claire?"

Knowing it was their three year anniversary being together, Claire felt a little bad for ignoring Cam. She tune him out and everything around her because of the text she received from Massie over a few minutes ago.

Massie: Hey guys I'm back!

Claire was excited, no, ecstatic that Massie was back in Westchester. She couldn't believe it, but it was true. Claire wanted to text Massie back, however, she wasn't sure what to write. Her thumbs always paused on top of her keyboard, should she start off with a simple 'hello'? Or should she tell Massie about the deal with the PC?

Sighing in defeat, Claire finally locked her eyes on Cam, who was still calling to get her attention.

"Claire?" Cam tried.

"Yes?"

"Oh, good, now you have your focus back." He gave her a small silly smile. A smile Claire hadn't seen for awhile.

These days Cam was moody and somewhat unstable. This mood of his started about seven months ago. The time when Cam first suggested to go all the way with her.

"So are you interested in any dish?"

Claire took one long scan at the menu, "Nah, you can order for us."

"You sure?" Cam gave Claire a quizzical look.

"Yeah,"

There were a few minutes without a word being said, until Cam opened his mouth.

"I know you're excited about Massie," he grinned, "so I understand if you space out on me."

"Cam…" Claire looked into his colored eyes. They were actually gleamed with concern. Something that Claire missed for a long time. She straightened out her back, "I'm sorry, it's our anniversary." She took out her phone and turned it off in front of Cam. "Now we can talk."

"Okay, about what?" Cam placed his arms on the table.

"Um…..how about….." Claire paused. She had no idea what to talk about. She certainly didn't want to bring up his sixteenth birthday. But Claire had a gift of absentmindedly of bringing up topics she didn't want to talk about. "….your birthday?"

Claire squeezed her eyes shut. Shit.

Why did she bring Cam's birthday up? Now she would have to endure Cam's pressuring and some sort of begging to give up her virginity to him.

Throughout the seven months, Claire played dumb every time Cam subtly mentioned or suggested having sex.

Now that she was the one who mentioned it, Claire couldn't avoid talking about it.

Slowly opening her eyes, Claire noticed a change of expression in Cam's face. His face displayed some sort of shock.

"Claire," he cleared his throat, Cam looked right into Claire's blue eyes, and "I think you know what I want for my birthday."

Cam reached to grab Claire's arm and gave her a light-hearted squeeze, in which she flinched.

Biting her chapped lower lip in anger, Claire couldn't understand why Cam pressured her so much. Could he not understand that she just wasn't ready?

It frustrated her so much.

It wasn't that Claire didn't love him, if someone asked her if she loved Cam on the spot, in a heartbeat she would have said yes.

But, these days, Cam was pressuring her to do it. And she wasn't ready to do it.

In ways, Claire still saw herself as a kid, she still loved eating gummies, she would laugh when someone said something that sounded dirty, and she still played games with her family. She just wasn't ready.

For some reason, Cam just couldn't take the hint.

While Cam was still busy scanning the menu, Claire took a quick peek at his eyes. They weren't the same anymore. They had no intensity in them anymore as the green eye changed to blue throughout the two years.

In a way, as Cam's eyes changed colors so did his personality. No longer was he this sweet, romantic guy. He transformed into a crude and angry person. There were only glimpse of his old personality that Claire missed so badly.

Claire clenched her hidden fists under the table and spoke in a shaky voice, "Cam. I can't give what you want." She waited for him to look at her, unsurprisingly; she saw disappointment and anger, but only for a second; as Cam quickly hid it. "I'm not ready."

Cam appeared to say something, but soon enough, the black haired waitress came back just in time.

Thank god.

As Cam ordered the dishes, Claire took out her phone and turned it on. Hoping for another text from Massie, instead much to her surprise, she received a text from Alicia.

Alicia?

Alicia: Hey, sorry to bother you guys, but do you have plans tmr? If not, want to meet up at Starbucks? 1'o'clock sharp.

Something smelled fishy here.

Claire couldn't remember the last time Alicia ever texted her to hang out. But without a thought, Claire typed in 'Ok' and sent it to Alicia.

Hopefully, hanging out with the former Pretty Committee members would be comfortable and fun, unlike tonight.

She hoped.

MARIVL'S ESTATE

DYLAN'S BEDROOM

Friday, August 29th

6:25 p.m.

"Seriously, now do you believe me?" Dylan barked to the girl on the opposite end of the phone. "I told you Massie was back, you only believe me now since she text-mass all of us."

"Fine," the girl sighed or was it annoyance in the tone of her voice? "Anyways Dylan, what was the purpose to call me?"

"I just wanted to catch up, you know, we don't talk enough anymore, Kristen." And I miss the Pretty Committee, not that Dylan would ever say that aloud, that would have showed weakness, and Dylan didn't need to be on the outs any more than she already was.

"Oh, that's it?" Kristen said, her voice sounded heavy, like she was doing exercise or something.

"Anyways, aren't you excited that Mass is back? I can't wait to see her! Maybe the PC can come back together like befo-," Dylan stopped herself midway, "I mean I'm just excited that our BFF is back, that's all." She examined her nails, while speaking to Kristen.

"You think I'm excited to see Massie?" Her voice was sharp with attitude, Dylan wondered why Kristen sounded so pissed, the last time they spoke about Massie, Kristen was happy.

"Why do you sound so pissed? Weren't you the one, quote I hope Massie comes back to Westchester unquote?"

Dylan heard Kristen sigh in frustration, "I'm nawt...,"there was a pause on the phone, "anyways, Dylan I have to go, bye."

Click.

She often wondered if she had lice to scare away Kristen. From all the members of the Pretty Committee, Dylan always felt closet to Kristen, and she thought Kristen felt the same way. As soon as Massie left for London, the group separated faster than Kim K. and Kris H.

Dylan plopped on her sheepskin bedspread, she couldn't wait to see Massie, and it would be nice to have someone to speak too. She didn't trust Alicia's weird text she just got; Alicia didn't text Dylan unless she wanted something in return.

Looking at her inbox again, she reread Alicia's text one more time.

Alicia: Hey, sorry to bother you guys, but do you have plans tmr? If not, want to meet up at Starbucks? 1'o'clock sharp.

She couldn't figure out if there was any hidden motive behind the text, but whatever the purpose was; Dylan decided to shrug it off, no one usually texted her this much.

Well except for one exception.

A name popped up her phone ah-lawt of times

Incoming call: JOSH HOTZ

Dylan giggled to herself; she and Josh had been texting and phoning each other more frequently.

She clicked Accept Call

"Hey, Josh."

With him, she didn't feel as lonely anymore.

THE PINEWOOD

PINEWOOD MAIN FOYER

Friday, August 29th

6: 33 p.m.

"Annoying," Kristen muttered as she had ended her short lived call with Dylan.

The only reason Kristen accepted the call was that it distracted her from getting tired of going down all those flight of stairs.

Kristen grabbed the mail keys out of her printed cardigan pocket and began to search for the number 18 box.

"Eighteen, eighteen," she searched up and down for her mailbox, "ugh, why does the condo have to separate boxes so widely?"

While frantically scanning up and down for her mail box, Kristen didn't notice she accidently dropped her keys for the mailbox on the ground.

"Found it!" She scurried to the no.18 mailbox and reached into her pocket, only to find out she had misplaced her keys.

"Ehmagawd, where are the keys?" Kristen began to look down on the ground. If she lost the keys for good, her uptight mother would never let Kristen go out wearing fashionable clothes again. And she had worked (and begged) on her mother to finally let her leave the house looking fashionable rather than dowdy.

Kristen began to panic, until she heard jingling noises on top of her.

"Looking for these?"

Looking upward, there she saw her c-plus Dempsey Solomon dangling her mail keys right in front her. One of his muscular arms leaned the wall of mail boxes, while other had her keys.

Somehow he looked different. But in a good way, he looked hotter and 'soccerlicious' than before.

"Dempsey!" Kristen smile-blushed, "haven't seen you around," she added a giggle to make her look 'cute'.

Dempsey smiled at Kristen, "that's because I went to a last minute trip to Africa." His dimples deepened even more, "you know, to help the orphans of course."

Kristen nodded sympathetically, "Oh, I see." She tried her best to hide the disappointment in her voice. If Dempsey just came back from a trip, there was no way he had read her apology-mail, yet.

From the looks of it, Dempsey didn't seem bitter at all. In fact, he looked happier. Kristen began to feel insecure; maybe their 'breakup' was the best thing that happened to him.

Kristen reached for her hair to fiddle with it, but remembered she styled it in a bun.

"Um…..Dempsey about what Massie said. She was totally ly-."

"Hey," he cut her off, "you're better than her. You think I would believe her over you?" Dempsey put his hand on Kristen's shoulder, "I knew she was lying."

Kristen smiled at him and he smiled back.

Dempsey began to chuckle, "You look cute today, Kris."

Giggling, Kristen scanned her brain for any comebacks, but the only thing she could come up with was, "you look…..tanner."

Kristen wanted to sock herself on the arm.

That was the best flirt line she could come up with?

You look tanner? Oh my god! He probably thinks I'm a dork.

"Uh, yeah," He gave her an awkward chuckle, "I have to get back upstairs and unpack," he pointed to the suitcases that he was lugging behind. "I'll see you around, Kristen." He gave her the keys and turned to the stairs.

"Dempsey, wait!" Kristen blurted out.

He turned around to face her, "yeah?"

"If you find an e-mail from me, delete it. It's really sappy." Kristen shyly giggled.

Dempsey nodded and lifted his hand up.

As soon as he left, Kristen took out her phone; it had vibrated during their talk. Kristen responded to Alicia to tell her she was free.

After powering off her phone, she stared where Dempsey once was, praying that when he deleted her e-mail, his inbox would be empty.