The Rivera Estate, 4:42 P.M, Tuesday

Alicia gasped, dropping her limited edition gold D&G Motorola on a blanket, that, unbeknownst to her, Audrina owned the exact same one. She had propped up against a bunch of fluffed-up pillows in her ultra-cozy reading nook.

Alicia: if that's how U want it…UR risking U & I 2gether, U know?

Josh: did U know we're over? I said I was sick of U worrying about UR social status just b/c Ash and her friends R now the envy of evry1. We're over.

"WHAT?!" screamed Alicia, shaking her bedroom walls with her voice. At least she had soundproof walls so her mother wouldn't come in. Nadia was rarely concerned about anything but herself, money, looks, and fashion, like the usual Westchester mother normally did.

Alicia threw her cell phone towards the golden canopy that hung above her bed, figuring the soft stuff would catch it. "I'm supposed to be the one to break up with my LBR of an ex! No one dumps Alicia Rivera and gets away with it!"

She raced into her bathroom, her brand-new black Marc Jacobs mules slapping on the tiles as she did. The newscast could only be better, in her world.

"You're on in five, four, three, two…" Her imagined backstage help Phil chanted in her mind.

"Good evening Westchester and we unfortunately must interrupt your regular broadcasting for some dire news. Alicia has just been dumped by Josh! How will she face the Pretty Committee yet take this news at the same time? Please call the hotline number at the bottom if you can help this distressed girl!"

The Vanyo Mansion, 7:02 P.M, Tuesday

"Alright, we need new terms, girls. 'LBR' and 'EW' are all Massie terms." Audrina proclaimed, slapping her hand on the pine finish table. "Nawt to mention D2M, as long as we are on top of BOCD's social food chain, dead to me is so last season."

"Let's see, loser beyond repair and eternal wannabe are the words she formed into acronyms," Robin said thoughtfully, withdrawing a purple glitter pen from her Louis Vuitton purse. "I can't think of a synonym for loser, but wannabe could become aspirant. We're going into high school next year, at Westchester Private. It'd be so middle school to say things like that!"

"Mm, I ahb-solutely ah-dore Cinnamon Bun Glossip Girl, especially right before a little lip-synching with an ah-dorable boy!" exclaimed Doe, adjusting the purple-tinted diamond-studded belt that hung on her hips.

Tori rolled her eyes at the overexcited blonde. "Doe, the synonym we're talking about is about English."

"Well, why didn't you say so, Tori?" she asked, throwing her arms up. "It's been a crazy day."

"DAY!" yelled out Ash, making them all flinch and glare at her. "Desperate Aspirant…no, wait, I don't think that works." Audrina gave her a grin, adjusting the bright white crop top jacket acquired from their afternoon shopping trip Ashlyn had missed out on. "At least you're trying. But let's try to stick to three letter words, alright with you?"

Robin nodded, playing with her French braid. "I think Desperately Aspiring is a really good beginning!" she chimed in, taking out the purple Razr each girl but Audrina wielded. If it was one thing all girls could share as their favorite, it was the color purple.

And when they said the color purple, they mostly meant the color, not show.

"Ehmagawd that was exactly what I thought!"

Well, maybe they thought alike too.

The Marvel Hall, 7:37 A.M, January 15th, Wednesday

"Good morning everyone in this small, cheerful family, how are you all today? I'm ahb-solutely fine this fine day." Robin smiled sweetly at her mother, step-dad, and stepbrother Jake.

"No messing up proper usage of words, Robin." Jake mimicked his dad, shaking his index finger at her and piercing the surface of his scrambled eggs with his sterling silver fork. Robin stuck her nose up in the air and snatched a blueberry muffin from the glass plate surfaced with mosaic tiles.

Jake laughed, pulling down on one of the silver bangles weighing down her tanned arms. "Jake, stop it! I'm going to go now, while my family is busy eating, since I have to get to school and all, plus my friend Ashlyn's driver is picking me up today, carpools and all, you know." she tried to smile at her stepfather, whose forehead was creased with frown lines.

"Ashlyn…I have never heard of this name before in my household before-" Robin rolled her eyes as she turned around and pretended to sneeze quickly, "-is she older than you?"

"By, what, seven months? She's turning fourteen next month. Her father is the highly revered Chiang Liang, you know, the infamous lawyer?" Robin replied coolly, playing with the custom-made 'BFF' charm dangling from her brand-new Tiffany charm bracelet.

"Do not give me that tone, young lady. Now run along to this Ashlyn. She may be a good influence on you."

Robin turned around quickly, possibly giving whiplash to anyone within a one-foot radius. Under her breath, she muttered quickly, "So have to tell Audrina the latest addition to the IRA family is Jake and the latest to AOB crew is the 'head of the household.'"

Five minutes later, in the specially made SUV, she exploded over a bottle of mineral water. "Ehmagawd, IRA Jake is so…so irrelevant!"

Doe started laughing. "You do know that's part of the acronym, right?" The other four girls rolled their eyes in sync as they screeched at her.

"YES, WE DO!"

Briarwood-Octavian Country Day, Front Lawn, 8:16 A.M, January 15th, Wednesday

"Ehmagawd, look at this!" burst out Kristen as she set foot on BOCD's campus. "They're all using the LBR Fergie for Kipling totes!"

"Knock-offs, at least," Alicia rolled her eyes and pointed towards Olivia Ryan, who definitely had a very knock-offish tote hanging from her arm. "It's black then white, nawt white then black!"

"Be quiet, Alicia," snapped Massie as she adjusted the gold Dolce sequined scarf tied loosely around her waist. "You know that we do look ah-mazing and ready to take down those D2M LBRs and EWs. The alphas, a.k.a the hawt Pretty Committee will nawt get beaten by some new 'clique.'"

Twenty click-clacks of a pair of gold Marc Jacobs away, Audrina was practically saying the exact same thing. "We, the Fantabulous Five of BOCD, will beat the apparently 'hawt' Pretty Committee, not just for the social status, but for everything they have done to you three former AOBs. Now, let us go face these wicked witches."

Doe giggled, showing at least she knew a lot for once. "They are bewitched, once you look at it."

Tori stared at the platinum blonde. "Uh, Doe-are you feeling alright?"

The delta stuck her nose up in the air. "I'm smart some of the time, you know."

Five minutes later…

"Well, well, girls, look who we have here. The queen and uncontested of the LBRs and EWs is standing right in front of us!" Massie laughed snottily, adjusting her newest club-issued gold bracelet. Alicia, who had been standing behind her, carefully arranged her fading purple streak so it flashed before the FF's eyes.

"Then again, I don't have my AOB and IRA friends do the dirty work for me as I sit back in Daddy's little antique gold throne and brag about how my social status is so high," snipped Audrina as she tossed back her head of glossy curls.

"AOB and IRA are so LBR terms, either way," Dylan sneered, indifferent to the fact that Massie was beckoning for her to be quiet. "And we do nawt do Massie's dirty work for her. We just…just are her BFFLs that won't betray her."

"But you'll serve her cold AOB on a silver platter when she asks for it?" Robin smirked triumphantly. "My bad, I just said you would be served like cold pheasant with a side of Kristen's fish on a hook ways eggs, a.k.a caviar. Massie doesn't like fatty acids, you know."

Alicia defended the blushing redhead. "What does AOB mean anyway? Ah-mazing Onstage Beauty? Shakespeare always said, 'All the world's a stage.' And BOCD is so ours. Nawt yours, in case you didn't catch that."

"Oh, puh-lease, Duh-licia-I caught it, and at least I didn't befriend Olivia 'Knock-offs are my BFFLs' Ryan. I'm at least street-smart. AOB is Astoundingly Obvious Bore, by the way." Doe snapped, surprising them all as she pointed a sparkly silver nail, courtesy of Audrina's spa and salon staff's amazing mani-pedi, into Alicia's palm. "And IRA does nawt mean the Internal Revenue thing, but the Irrelevant, Repulsing Aspirant. Wannabe and loser are so middle school, did you know. And at last check, Skye Hamilton at Westchester Private High did nawt use stupid acronyms including the words loser or wannabe."

Kristen spoke up timidly, as if Massie would give her a verbal slap if she did. "Um, how would you know? We're still in OCD."

"BOCD, actually," Tori replied nastily, "And I thought you were supposed to be smart? Robin's older stepbrother Jake goes to Westchester Private."

Snickers broke out around the area. Claire, who had been hiding behind Dylan, was dressed in a crisp, white Izod shirt most likely borrowed from Massie, and last season's Sevens jeans probably taken from Massie again, and platform navy Keds Doe had remembered seeing last year. She looked on the verge of crying or laughing, she wasn't quite sure.

"Kuh-laire, Kuh-laire, come out, come out wherever you are!" called Audrina mockingly as if it were Massie calling Bean or Brownie over to her. She put her tanned hand on a silky purple cord used for her bracelet. "Are you hiding?"

For a moment, Doe thought Claire was only hiding because she didn't want to get in the fight, until she remembered passing the hallway where Claire had told Massie that the latter and her friends were…female dogs.

"Well, I don't know about you," Claire stepped out from behind Dylan's long-sleeved Juicy hoodie, "but-"

"Are we being female dogs, Claire?" Doe asked sweetly, glad she had managed to tail the Florida girl practically all last year, "Because if we are, we sure would gladly request that you refrain from calling us the dirtier version."

Tori snickered. "I don't know about you girls, but our battle is done. I like to keep it short," at this point she gestured to her frayed Calvin mini, "and sweet." She indicated the matching cotton candy blue tights hiding under.

"Backing away from a battle of the cliques, aren't you?" Kristen's voice shook as she tried to threaten the other group. "Because short," she pointed to her small frame, "and sweet," now she gesticulated to the chunky dark chocolate-colored necklace around her neck, "is so totally elementary school."

"No way, Gregory; we're just being smart, designer covered girls, in case you haven't noticed." Doe decided to proclaim, glaring at the blonde. "Oh, and Dylan?"

"What?" questioned the redhead as she folded her arms across the jacket she wore.

"I have a feeling that the Yves Saint Lauren lip markers you bought last year on your little Labor Day shopping spree didn't actually cause cold sores."

At this point, Massie finally blew into the convo. "Daori, were you on the cast of Sleeping Beauty?"

Doe squinted. "Uh, even though I hate getting set up for disses like Kristen there, no."

The brunette cackled loudly. "Then why are you spinning me some yarn? Awnestly, everyone knows that YSL lip markers do cause cold sores."

"Really? I didn't see it in YM, ELLEgirl, Seventeen, Lucky, Cosmo, or Teen Vogue." her wide coffee-colored eyes were the picture-perfect scene of surprise.

Robin smiled as they turned. "Massie, are we fish?" they started to walk before Massie could even answer, "Because at last check, I don't cheat people out of perfectly good answers."

All five girls in the FF immediately thought of the day that Doe asked Robin for the answer, and began to laugh like crazy.

In or Out: What's It All About?

In:

Sharks

Purple silk

Fantabulous Five

Out:

Yarn

Gold thrones

Pretty Committee

A/N: Sorry if the fight sucked. :( Creativity juice has been running low, and I'm so concentrated on finishing a 'deleted scenes' chapter on Love and Drama. :) Plus I've been working on a few novels.

Disclaimer: I own something. :) This tissue.

XOXO, RANDOM!

P.S: Thanks to akiracatalina for reviewing!