Disclaimer: Lisi Harrison owns the Clique

Surprise! I actually updated this story.

I hope I didn't disappoint though, because I was actually planning to include the sleepover as a chapter, but unfortunately I had a writer's block for that one chapter.

Read and review, please? :)

OUTSIDE THE RIVERA'S ESTATE

FRONT LAWN & GARDEN

Saturday, September 6th

8:54 am

The sleepover at Alicia's house last night was weird.

There was tension the moment Massie step foot into her old BFF's room. It was too tight in fact, probably even tighter than the time Steven Tyler opted to wear those hideous red leather pants out in the public.

But still, she couldn't help but feel that the Pretty Committee was distant. When Claire told a story about her and Cam, Kristen and Alicia seemed shocked. And when Kristen would tell a story about her mother, this time, Dylan and Claire would be shocked or surprised.

Even when they played "truth or dare" and "Given or Nawt Given," it seemed as though, the girls were holding back and not telling the entire truth to her or to each other.

It was as though; the girls were hiding something big from Massie. But really, did these girls forget who they were dealing with?

Massie was confident she would figure out what was really going on and fix it in no time.

Massie kicked a loose pebble that was on the pavement, while she waited for Issac to come and pick her up. All the girls had already left Alicia's house, even Alicia herself. (What kind of host is that?) So, Massie was by herself outside, alone, pretty much looking like a LBR.

Last night, she tried to pull out any secrets that the girls were harbouring for the past two years, but no one budged. She wanted to gain some insight and information before going back to school, in two days.

From what she did gather though, was that Kristen and Dempsey were still going out (ew!), Dylan despised her TV show and was going out with someone. (She didn't mention the name), Claire and Cam were still happily together (yawn.) But, Massie assumed that was a lie since she saw through Claire's fake smile and Alicia, well, Alicia, didn't really mumbled anything, except that she was the captain of her dance team, she broke up with Josh and she was now dating someone more "mature" and "hot".

Massie sighed and perched herself on the stone ledge of Alicia's massive garden, waiting for Issac was like waiting for the internet explorer to open. And that took a long time.

She searched the street with her amber eyes, looking for anything that would distract her from her boredom. Ugh, nothing. Nothing except an elderly couple walking and holding hands, a lumpy man jogging with his Jack Russell Terrier, twins being pushed in their stroller by their mother who looked like a rich bitch (no offense) and these two lovey-dovey teenagers who were making out on the street, who for some strange reason, the couple looked familiar, very familiar.

Ehma-!

They were familiar. Massie knew who those two were. She narrowed her eyes and when she could make out who the two were, she gasped aloud.

The shiny raven-coloured hair, the small frame and the big boobs, the girl was none other than Alicia herself! What a liar though, she had told Massie that she had an early dance practice.

And the guy, Massie knew in an instant. It was her ex-Derrick Harrington or Derrington preferably. He had the same sandy blonde hair and freckles. But what changed was that he was much taller and his muscles, they were bigger.

Massie couldn't help but stare at the couple in shock. Why couldn't Alicia just spill the beans that she was dating Derrington?

All of the sudden, Massie giggled to herself, Alicia probably didn't tell the girls truthfully was probably that Derrington wasn't mature still. Although, Massie had to give credit, he did get hotter. In fact, he was gorgeous looking, even better looking than the last time she saw him.

She didn't realize she was staring at the couple like a freak until Massie realized that Derrington had turned his head to where she was.

Massie widened her amber eyes in shock; she could have sworn that Derrington saw her. This was not good, not good at al—

Beep.

"Huh?" Massie crinkled her nose and looked behind her. Issac had finally come.

"Thank god," Massie said to herself, as soon as she threw herself in the backseat.

"What was that?" Issac asked. He glanced at her from the rear-view mirror.

"Oh, nothing."

"Okay," Issac turned to her and grinned. "Did you have good time, last night?"

Massie sighed, resting her head on her palm, "I guess you can say that." She looked out the window to see if the two were still there. They were gone. "Issac, can we just go home?"

"Sure,"

And he took off.

Massie slumped into her seat. That was a big 'no-no' since it killed great posture. But she couldn't help it, when she stared at the couple and Derrington saw her, she cringed.

She cringed only because when he saw her, he smiled. And when he smiled, Massie melted a little bit, and she hadn't felt that feeling in a long time. Not since she met James and her very first kiss from a boy she liked.

And her first kiss from a boy she liked was none other than with Derrington himself.

PERRYTON STREET

STANLEY PARK

Saturday, September 6th

9:01 am

Alicia pulled out from a kiss. She looked at Derrington amusingly, "What are you looking at?"

"Huh?" Derrington turned away from where he was looking and faced his beautiful girlfriend, "N-no one, I mean, nothing." He added quickly.

"O-kay," Alicia chuckled. She grabbed his hands and started to squeeze it tightly. Nothing made her feel safer than when she was with Derrington, even with that god-awful nickname. He was there for her, when she had figured what had happened between Josh and Dylan, he was there for her when she had to perform the big dance solo that she beaten Skye Hamilton out of and well, Derrington was always there. Always, just for her. And Alicia loved it.

Maybe Josh and her breaking up was a good thing and happened for a reason. Without the breakup, Alicia wouldn't have gone out with Derrington, and if they didn't they would never been going out, like right now.

"Let's sit over here," She pointed at a wooden bench. Alicia led Derrington to the wooden bench. Alicia planned the date for today, a nice walk around her neighbourhood and to walk to the small park. It was pleasant since the weather was clear and sunny and she didn't need to think about any of the drama that was going on.

She sighed and closed her eyes as she leaned her head against his chest, "I wish everyday was like this,"

"How do you mean?"

"I don't know, I guess, being together. You know?" Alicia opened her eyes to look at him. "Only the two of us for an entire day, no one bothering us." She said softly. "Forever and always."

Derrington started chuckling, "You make it sound like we're married,"

"Mmmm" Alicia snuggled up to him, "that wouldn't be a bad thing," She said, playfully. Alicia grinned, "Although if we were to get married, you should get your name legalize so no one can ever call you 'Derrington' again."

Derrington shot his head up, "what's wrong with that name?" He flicked her hair, "I like it, and besides, I gotten use to it."

She pouted, "It's just that it sounds so stupid. No offense, Derrick," She moved her head away from his chest, "And besides, I didn't give you that nickname, someone else did."

"Alicia..." Derrington replied. He started playing with her hair, to give him time to say something, correct.

She expected him to comfort her, but he didn't. In fact, what came out of his mouth was shocking.

"How is Massie, by the way?" Derrington's back straighten immediately, as he mentioned his ex's name. "I heard from Plovert she came back."

"Why are we talking about Massie?" Alicia stared at him. "This is our day."

"I know, but...we were talking about the nickname 'Derrington'," Derrington shrugged and avoided Alicia's icy stare, "And well, Massie was the one made it up and used it...first." He swallowed hard, "uh, forget it. Sorry I brought it up." He kissed the side of Alicia's head.

Alicia made a face, but eventually displayed a toothy smile. "You're just lucky that your girlfriend is forgiving." She leaned in for a kiss, in which, Derrick quickly gave.

Derrick stood up from the bench, giving his hand to Alicia to help her stand up, "I am lucky," he grinned, "Let's continue this date. I'll give you a piggyback ride."

Alicia bit her lip, to keep her smile from growing even bigger. "Fine," She grabbed his hand to pull herself up. She held up her palm as a gesture to "wait." Alicia reached for her Ralph Lauren blazer pocket, to take out her favourite estee lauder red lipstick. After swiping two rounds of the red lipstick, Alicia smiled at Derrick, "okay, we can go now."

Derrick nodded and positioned himself to allow Alicia to jump on his back.

Alicia giggled uncontrollably, when she jumped on Derrick's back. She threw her arms around him, "nothing will change, 'us', this year, right?"

"Nothing will ever change 'us', Leesh,"

"Promise?" Alicia asked. She smiled shyly, even though Derrick couldn't see it.

"I promise." Derrick announced, he started walking, "Nothing will ever change our relationship." He turned to give her a boyish grin, "nothing."

LYON'S ESTATE

LYON'S MAIN ENTRANCE

Saturday, September 6th

9:11 am

"Hey, sweetie," Judi Lyons called from the Lyon's kitchen. "How was the sleepover?"

"Fine!" Claire exclaimed quickly. She took off her worn out black keds with her heels and dropped her overnight bag she bought from Target, onto the carpet.

Claire squished her face with her palms. The sleepover was so far from being 'fine.' In reality, the sleepover was...awkward. The moment the girls started talking, it was just well, awkward. Their conversations seemed so fake and forced. But that didn't surprised Claire at all. The sleepover itself was just an act, to show Massie that the PC had never broken up. And that they were closer than ever.

But that was a total lie. The PC broke up in the middle of the ninth grade and even though it sounded horrible, Claire liked it that way, in fact, she preferred it that way. She liked how she could be friends with anyone she wanted to, she liked the fact that she could wear non-designer clothes and not be made fun off, she liked the fact that she knew she would never be judged on every little detail.

Except, that was before Massie had came back, now that her best friend was back, Claire wanted the PC to come together like a jigsaw puzzle. She longed for the days back in seventh and eighth grade; those days were fun and memorable.

In a way, Claire guessed that she didn't like the PC in the ninth grade was because Massie wasn't there. It was like a major puzzle piece was gone from their jigsaw puzzle. Now that Massie was here, the loose jigsaw puzzle pieces could come together and become a whole.

She hoped.

Although Claire knew that her hope was dim since she had a feeling that Alicia and Kristen didn't want the PC come back together. Especially with all the looks they both gave and cast to Massie whenever the alpha wasn't looking.

Claire sighed, she began ascending up the stairs to her room, she had a feeling this year was going to be a long one.

A very, very long one, with puzzle pieces being gained, yet at the same time, being lost.

THE PINEWOOD

KRISTEN'S BEDROOM

Saturday, September 6th

9:15 am

Kristen buried herself with her softest pillows that were on her bed. She had to recover from her headache she received from seeing and talking to Massie last night. That girl, the very sight of seeing her, put Kristen off.

It was weird though, Massie used to be one her best friends, and now she was just simply trash in Kristen's aqua eyes.

Maybe she was being petty though; to just boldly state that Massie was trash. But then again, the glossy brunette came between her and Dempsey, her boyfriend, and to some extent (giggles), her soul mate or soulm8.

Kristen could feel her eyes being filled with warmth, whenever she thought about Dempsey. He was the one for her and as she was the one for him. They went well together, like salt and pepper or like yin and yang.

And Massie almost broke them up. And for that, Kristen could not for the life of her, grasp a reason why. Why would Massie do such a thing?

Whatever the reason was though, Kristen would find out, no matter what, no matter what would be in her way, no matter what Massie would throw at her.

Because this time around, whatever problems they would face, Massie wouldn't have her smart dirty blonde-haired friend on her side to help her out at all.

MARVIL'S ESTATE

MARVIL'S KITCHEN

Saturday, September 6th

9:23 am

"Mom?" Dylan bellowed. She searched the house for her mother. Dylan really needed to talk to her about the TV show.

Being a reality TV star was tiring. Despite being the star of "Marvilicious Marvil's", Dylan just couldn't take the pressure anymore. Besides, she had real drama that was going on and going to happen in just two days.

The TV show was so fake and scripted, to the point that Dylan had to gag and roll her eyes whenever it was her scene.

She shrugged and swiped a banana that was in a glass bowl. When she began to peel it, her mother came in.

"Mom!"

"Dyl Pickles," Merri-Lee flashed her youngest daughter, her famous smile. "How was the sleepover at Alicia's?"

"It was..." Dylan paused to find the right word to say, "okay."

Dylan prayed she wasn't making a strange face in front her mother. If she was, her mother would have snapped her fingers and grab the closest cameraman to film Dylan's dramatic problems, to make it into an even more dramatic scene.

But still, it was hard, since the sleepover was not okay, at all. The sleepover at Alicia's was downright horrible. The only plus side to it, were the delicious snacks, but other than that, the entire night was awful. Alicia kept giving her nasty looks whenever Dylan wanted to spill about her and Josh's relationship to Massie and as well, Alicia kept making subtle jabs to her.

Alicia was just jealous of her and Josh's relationship, but why would she need to be? Alicia was with Derrington, who was named the "hottest guy" in their entire grade. Unless, Alicia still wanted to be with Josh, or should Dylan say, her Josh.

Another fact that made the sleepover awful was that Alicia and Kristen would always speak over Dylan, when she tried to tell Massie that the PC was over.

Dylan sighed aloud, forgetting that her mother was still there, talking to her.

"Dyl Pickles?" Merri-Lee arched her perfectly plucked eyebrows, "are you sure the sleepover was 'okay'?" She frowned, "it doesn't seem like it."

Dylan finally became alerted. "Uh, of course it was okay...why would you think it wasn't?" She folded her arms across her chest to look serious.

"Your tone of voice, sweetie," Merri-Lee gave her a stare, "and I know something's bothering you, it's a mother's intuition." She gave a friendly smile, "you can tell your mother, anything."

"Well," Dylan hesitated at first; she looked around to see if any cameras were setup, to her surprise, there was none. "You see..."

For the next ten minutes or so, Dylan told her mother about the sleepover, the problem with the PC, her and Josh's relationship and Alicia's and Kristen's attitude.

Her mother kept on nodding, even so far as giving Dylan wonderful advice.

"Thanks, mom," Dylan smiled for the first time this morning, "You were right. Talking about my problems did make me feel better."

"No problem sweetie." Merri-Lee clapped her hands. She cupped her daughter's shoulders and squeezed them, "And I should thank, you."

"What? Why?"

"Your problems, gave us great footage for our next episode!" Merri-Lee snapped her fingers, and all at once, numerous cameramen, came out from where they were hiding.

"Mother!" Dylan widened her eyes in horror. She just spent the last ten minutes stating everything that was bothering her, truthfully. "How could you?"

Merri-Lee 'tut-tut' her, "We need to give a show, Dyl Pickles," She smiled in satisfaction, "and what a show it will be, next week." Merri-Lee folded her arms together, "Our show will be great, being fake or real. And being real, gives us great responsibility."

Dylan rolled her eyes, not only because of being filmed, but at her mother for butchering a famous spider man quote, "This is why I only tell my friends, stuff!"

Although, what friends? Popped into Dylan's mind.

Nevertheless, the red-headed girl turned her heels away, praying that school would come sooner than she originally wanted. Anything that could distract her from this hell-hole of a place she called home.