Disclaimer: Lisi Harrison owns the Clique

I re-read this story for the first time in a while and this chapter was painful, painful to read, so I fixed it up. I'll probably revise the majority of the past chapters.

Enjoy.

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WESTCHESTER MALL

OUTSIDE OF STARBUCKS

Saturday, August 30th

1:33 p.m.

Ehmagawd?

The moment Alicia saw Massie in front of her; thoughts began to race around in her head. She wasn't sure why she was so shocked to see her; after all, Massie did text the Pretty Committee stating that she was back.

But, seeing her right here, right now in person in front of her hit her hard, really hard. Alicia became frozen she didn't know what to do, should she go up and hug her like Dylan and Kuh-laire were doing right now? Or should she act like Kristen, with her stone-like expression without a thought of raising her hand as a wave?

Whatever she had to do to greet Massie, Alicia had to make sure it wasn't too fake as the slightest hint or indication of her greeting would otherwise give away her plan to destroy Massie. But it would be hard, as her former BFF was good at catching onto things.

As Alicia walked more closely towards Massie, she felt sick to her stomach, it was really dawning on her that the former Alpha of Westchester was back, she was right in front of her. It didn't help that Dylan and Kuh-laire were fawning over Massie as she was Kate Middleton or something, too.

"Massie!" Dylan squealed, "Ehmagawd, we missed you," her arms were still around the Alpha, she knew that she was gripping her friend a bit too hard, but Dylan was too happy to care.

"Mmmmfh..." Massie tried to speak, but couldn't as the arms of Dylan and Kuh-laire blocked her mouth, she knew they were excited to see her, but come awn, give a girl a room! She still hadn't greeted the rest of the Pretty Committee yet.

Both Claire and Dylan finally let go of her, Massie smirked at the two, "miss me that much?" she smoothed any wrinkles that was on her purple Ella Moss smock dress that Kuh-laire and Dylan had made, while they were hugging her and took a step back from the latter.

"Hey, Dyl, Kuh-laire, do you think I'm a pimple?"

Their faces contorted into confusion for seconds, they both looked at each other as they knew what would be expected.

Claire smiled at Massie, "No, why?"

"Cause you guys are squeezing me to death!"

Dylan snickered, while Claire gripped her stomach from laughing, it wasn't her best comeback, but it was nice to hear the sassy remarks once again.

While watching the two LBR's and their leader laughing at the lamest remark she heard, Alicia couldn't help, but mentally shake her head, Oh god, Alicia resisted throwing an eye-roll in front of Massie, but seriously after two years, she was surprised that the Alpha was still attached to those kiddie comebacks as if they were the last Prada flats in the world. She shot Kristen a face, who humbly returned a vomiting gesture, which made Alicia a little bit grateful. At least she knew Kristen was still on the plan and not joining in with the love fest.

The laughter quietly died down, and Massie locked eyes onto Kristen.

Aware of this, Kristen finally lifted her left arm up and mustered a bright, cheerful smile.

"Heeey, Kris." Massie sauntered towards the blond soccer jock, and lifted both of her arms, waiting for a hug.

Kristen cringed at the site of seeing Massie; she prayed that her face wasn't contorted into disgust, but, being near Massie made her uncomfortable, since she was the very person who broke up the relationship between her and Dempsey. Slowly, Kristen lifted her arms and gave Massie the most awkward hug, ever.

Massie took a step back, searching Kristen's face, for a moment, Kristen saw an expression of disbelief, the alpha's lip curled tightly, which was a bad sign, as the curling indicated that she was figuring something out.

"What's wrong, Kristen?" Massie asked while her lips were still curling.

Shoot!She didn't want to be the one to give away the plan; already Kristen could feel Alicia beaming death rays toward her back and confused rays from both Dylan and Claire. If Massie ever found out what she and Alicia were doing, she would send them packaged in a cardboard box to Canada.

"Um, Kristen are you Marcia Cross's forehead?" Massie sweetly asked.

"Um...no?"

Seriously?Massie was going with this route still, Kristen couldn't believe it, they were all fifteen years old, and the alpha was still doing her comebacks.

"Then why are you so stiffed?"

Quickly reacting, Kristen clutched her arm and started rubbing it, she gave Massie her best pity-smile she could, "Oh, you know, soccer practice...Coach Davis is making each player play the goalie position these days. So my arms are pretty sore right now." This time she searched Massie's face, yes!She believed her story.

"Ohhhh, well that sucks," Massie nodded indicating she "got" what Kristen was saying, she showed Kristen her best Victoria Beckham pout, trying to display some sort of sympathy.

Kristen finally relaxed as Massie was now walking right pass her, to reach Alicia.

"Leeeeeeeeessssssshhhhh! Don't tell me you're too lazy to walk to me!"

Alicia watched Massie come closer to her, attentively. She casually glanced down at her outfit; her top was Ralph Lauren's Classic-fit Cable Cashmere in white, her denim shorts from Sevens was over black leggings from Armani and her dark chocolate brown long riding boots from D&G up to her knees. To finish her ensemble she got the newest LADY Dior purse collection in black, before leaving her house, Alicia thought her outfit was a 10, but after looking at Massie's elegant yet simple outfit she wasn't so sure now.

She felt ridiculously over dressed compared to Massie's purple Ella smock dress that normally wouldn't have hugged her curves without the help of wide brown leather belt that Massie brilliantly matched with her Louis Vuitton Iconic Model Noé Purse. Massie's black tights also went well with her black Chanel hiker boots. The more Alicia stared at Massie's outfit the more self-conscious she began to feel about her outfit.

Does my outfit seem like a '10' for Massie? Is my outfit okay? Why didn't I opt for option two instead?

Alicia finally broke out of her thoughts when Massie hugged her. Which in return, Alicia half-heartedly hugged back.

"Massie, we missed you, uh how was London?" The more and more Alicia talked, a lump developed in her throat. Why was she so nervous seeing and talking to Massie? It wasn't like Massie was going to find out about their plan, yet.

"It was great." Massie smiled, "I can't believe I'm actually back," she looked around the Pretty Committee; their familiar faces brought her at ease. Dylan smiling while holding her Luna chocolate bars, Claire examining her cuticles, Kristen re-braiding her hair and Alicia searching through her newest purse, somehow made Massie feel at home. She quietly waited until they all stopped with their common antics.

"So, I was thinking we can have our traditional sleepover at my new house. I need to catch up on a lot of things, so next Friday before school starts. Is everyone okay with that?" Massie looked at all of them daring them to challenge her.

"Mass, we don't do sleepovers anym—ow!" Dylan held her throbbing toes where Alicia stepped on.

Massie raised her perfectly waxed eyebrows, "excuse me?"

The brunette stared at Dylan to get some answers, but Dylan didn't budge as Alicia's big alluring eyes were glaring at the redhead. Alicia pushed Dylan to the side, "what she means is that we don't do sleepovers at yourhouse anymore. Sleepovers are at myhouse. And I insist we go to my house since you are still in the process of moving, so there has to be a lot of boxes in the way, right?"

"What are you talking about? We haven't had a sleepover at your house in a wh-" Claire stopped herself midway, as Alicia quickly turned to shoot a nasty glare at her that could kill.

"Alici-a, that's what servants are for, I'm pretty sure Inez and the rest can finish by Friday." Massie put her arms to the side of her hips, hoping to get any support from the PC. "Kristen?"

"Huh?" Her aqua eye's met with Massie's amber eyes, "I think it would be more reasonable to have a sleepover at Leesh's house." She fiddled with her hair some more, "I mean you should have the experience of how we conducted a sleepover when you weren't here."

Interesting,before none of the Pretty Committee dared to question her plans, but here, they all wanted something different.

"Fine. Sleepover is at Alicia's house."

Massie saw a triumphant grin from Alicia and disbelief from the rest. "I have to go anyways; pointless arguing will make me late with my appointment with Jakkob. I'll see you guys next Friday."

With that, the Ex-PC members watched the brunette turned her heels and walked down the mall.

When Massie was finally out of their site, Alicia turned and glared at Dylan and Claire, "No one says a word about the Pretty Committee being broken up, until the time is right, got it?"

Claire scratched her cuticles, "Which is?"

"Soon," Alicia puffed her hair, "Six p.m. and don't be late. I'll have Joyce set up your favourite snacks."

On cue, the group dispersed and scattered separately as usual, like they had been doing the last two years.