Mr. Myner's Classroom, 11:34 A.M, Tuesday

"Fantabulous, Audrina." cackled Ash quietly as she quickly sat down at the seat next to the smiling alpha in Geography's project time. It was the one class that was Pretty Committee-free, and coincidentally, that all of the girls had together.

"Nawt to mention, indestructible Massie Block actually looked crushed, scared, and every bit of the fallen alpha today. All we need is her to wear a white hoodie, and you get me. So what happened to the rich, sweet little Audrina I met on vacation?" Robin asked innocently as she pulled out her royal purple binder with 'FF' stamped on it in dark purple ink.

"She moved to Westchester, hon." Audrina quipped dryly. A few giggles erupted from various members of the clique. "Besides, we're making our mark tomorrow, hopefully with the guys somehow. Derrick Harrington is Number 1 on the HART list."

"Ah-bviously, Audrina." chirped Doe, tapping the cover of her textbook. "Next will be Josh Hotz to gravitate towards Ash. Then I get Cam. Am I right, Tori?"

Tori rolled her eyes. "You're acting a lot like Olivia Ryan, you know that Doe? Anyway, that's what we meant. Now if you guys seriously want to go shopping this afternoon, I think we should finish this work."

"What's the answer to number 10, Robin?" Doe asked almost immediately. Ash was biting her lip to keep from laughing and getting detention from Mr. Myner.

"Delaware, Maryland." replied Robin. Audrina gave a small, ladylike giggle. Fifteen minutes later, they were done, and Tori let out a small snicker. "Ehmagawd, if Kristen was in this class and overheard us, she probably would report us."

"I know! And come awn, her friends buy her all of her clothes! Plus, how did she score Kemp Hurley?" Doe moaned, slapping down her purple gel pen quickly. "He is a player. I repeat a player."

"Everyone knows he's going to dump her or she'll do the dumping for being such a player. I'd probably die to be the girl that changes him." admitted Robin to the girls extremely quietly.

"Ehmagawd; are you serious, Robin?" squealed Tori quietly. "Doe just said he was a player, do you think he'll change?"

"I'm putting my French manicured nail on the maybe button." Ash piped up, tapping her nails on the table. "Does the name Kemp Hurley make much sense now?"

"Actually, yes, it does." Robin sighed, twisting a chestnut brown lock of hair around her finger. "Have I mentioned after ditching the afro he actually looks ah-mazing?" Audrina rolled her eyes.

"Robin that has got to be fifteenth time you told us. Anyway, outfit check for tomorrow?"

Each girl discreetly pulled out a mannequin photo from their bags quickly and placed them on the highly polished desks. Audrina looked them all over. "Alright, let me get this straight. Doe, you're wearing a Burberry trench over an aqua blue polo from Ralph Lauren, Marc Jacobs sailor pants, and Marc Jacobs crisscross sandals, right?"

The blonde eagerly nodded, tapping her nails on her book. Audrina continued, taking no notice of what she was doing. "Ash, you're wearing a Philip Lim blouse with a black Anna Sui jacket over it, with a pair of Sevens skinny jeans and black Marc Jacobs boots." The above mentioned girl nodded. "Originally, it was going to be a Ralph Lauren blazer, but since Duh-licia is wearing it, there's no point."

"Photoshopped it?" asked Audrina interestedly, playing with her hair. Ashlyn tapped the schedule resting in purple ink on the inside cover of her purple notebook. "Audrina, I have second period Digital Imaging with Mrs. Coby."

"Oh, yeah, you're right. So Robin, you're wearing a gray DKNY shrug over a white tiered strapless dress from Lacoste and white peeptoe Christian Louboutins, right?" Robin shook her head. "I switched to a black Ralph Lauren shrug, Audrina. Give Duh-licia a whiff of her own medicine."

Audrina let out a small laugh. "Anyway, Tori, you're wearing a crushed silk shirt from Calvin Klein, a Juicy miniskirt, and Marc Jacobs wedges, right?" Tori said yes meekly, then asked Audrina, "Let us rate what you're wearing?"

"Alright, I'm going to wear a Juicy tennis skirt, Ralph Lauren polo, and black Stella McCartney pumps." Audrina said confidently, glancing for a minute at her French manicured nails. "Besides, we need to look hawt for the Briarwood boys to notice us, and at last check none of them were speaking to anyone but Josh and Duh-licia."

Ash let out a small snort. "That's a bit impossible. I suh-wear on these shoes that they are inseparable, didn't you know?"

The Café, 12:09 P.M, Tuesday

"Ehmagawd, guys, look!" Kristen yelped, pointing at the many LBRs that had decided to go stare at the FF instead of the PC.

Massie, using her usual cool and confident exterior, gave a tiny laugh. "Kristen, learn that as soon as a new clique sweeps in and 'takes' our spot," at that point, she used air quotes, "the PC will simply just take it back. No alpha clique is alpha-style without fighting back." Claire easily saw through her façade of coolness.

"Mass, everyone's staring at them!"

"Puh-lease, they're all wannabes, naturally. Besides, that doesn't mean D2M Derrick is going to stare at them too."

"Uh, Mass?" Alicia piped up nervously, pointing at the group of Briarwood boys that were shooting a couple glances at the girls.

Massie slapped her palm down and gave them all an eyeball roll. "Derrick is dead to me, will you get that? I could care less about Cam, Kemp, Plovert, and Josh!"

"Hey!" Alicia protested, looking angry. Massie directed another eye roll in Alicia's direction.

"He's your boyfriend, nawt mine."

Alicia glared at the brunette for a minute before returning to stabbing her dressing-less chicken salad. Dylan, who had been sipping a raspberry smoothie, looked up at the mention of Plovert. "Massie, we all know that Leesh, Kris, and I are with some of them!"

"Dylan, am I a counselor?" Massie asked conversationally.

"No." Dylan snapped, waiting for the diss.

"Then why are you whining to me?"

At Table 15, Robin whirled around and watched as the Pretty Committee stared at them in disgust. "Like it or not, girls, they're all staring at us. It's official!"

"It's a miracle, actually. No one in this place ever stares at anybody but Massie, even when us Briarwood students are here." a guy's voice sounded from behind Audrina.

Everyone turned so quickly that whiplash could've probably been heard when Josh Hotz stared them all down.

"Leesh is probably going to kill me for this, but is it alright if I sit here?" he grinned, gesturing to the only empty orange chair at their table, holding nothing, since all the girls knew that instead of designer bags never being able to touch the ground, it shouldn't have to touch an ugly orange plastic chair either.

"Sure, why not?" Doe asked brightly, biting into her filet mignon quickly. Ash nodded, pretending to keep her cool temporarily like Audrina would do.

"Cool." Josh plopped down in the chair, sliding the tray filled with low-calorie mac and cheese, carrots, and a bottle of Gatorade onto the table. "How do you guys manage to eat this stuff?" he groaned, picking up his sterling silver fork and poking the cheese.

"Because we're not boys who feel the need to eat a pound of carb-filled macaroni and cheese, a massive slice of chocolate torte, and four gallons of Gatorade." Ash responded with an eye roll. "And we're girls, not guys!"

Josh smirked. "Skinny, aren't we?"

"More like good health, Josh Hotz!"

"Yeah, and I'm a purple soccer ball." he said dryly, stuffing a forkful of macaroni in his mouth. Ash glared at him for a split second and resumed eating her rice and pork chops from home very carefully.

Back at Table 18, Alicia was glaring at Josh and Ash, who were playfully bantering back and forth. "Ehmagawd, I will ruin that girl, I suh-wear!"

"Careful, Leesh," Kristen said quietly, stabbing her own carrots. "That girl, Ashlyn-she's wielding a lot of power right now. She is the beta of the second most popular clique at OCD. They practically make everyone ignore us."

All five girls remained quiet for a second. Then, Massie spoke up with one of her classic disses.

"Kristen, are you a depressed freak?"

"No. Why?" the blonde asked dully, knowing she was simply setting herself up for one of Massie's usual disses.

"Then why are you going all emo on me?" Massie slapped Alicia's hand quickly, before returning to her blueberry yogurt with a renewed vengeance, as if it had done something very personal to her-and in this case, the blueberry yogurt of the day was Audrina Vanyo.

State of the Union

In:

Blueberry yogurt

Octavian Country Day

Pretty Committee

Out:

Burberry trenches

Briarwood Academy

Fantabulous Five

A/N: I'm not double chaptering this since it isn't too well known yet. But to warn you, the FF is a clique who was originally part of a roleplay on Neopets. Named the PC, years after they left, with a dozen different changes. Okay? So that's why they're kinda a highlight-copy-paste of them.

Disclaimer: The fall owns Queen Victoria. (Autumn owns Tori! ;)

XOXO, Random!