Author's Note: Okay. I owe all my reviewers a huge apology. I am really sorry about not updating the story for 5 months, I have been very busy. But now, I am going to try and keep on writing. Let's get to the story [: [Again, I am really sorry!]

BOCD Hallway [Near Alicia and Massie's Locker]

Friday, February 4th

11:45 a.m.

"Ehmagawd." Alicia gasped, reaching into the locker, gracefully pulling out Massie's diary. She flipped through it, not believing how stupid Massie Block was to not get a lock for the diary.

"The girls are SO not going to believe this," she said, running [Alicia style, power-walking] into the lunchroom.

She saw four girls huddled in a circle at one of the lunch tables, the fifth chair empty. Alicia proudly walked towards the table, and all girls looked up from the table, hearing the familiar click-clacking of the her boots.

"Hey, Leesh!" Claire said, and all girls proceeded to wave.

"Hey! OMG, you'll neh-vur guess what I found!"

"What?!" Dylan asked.

"I found..." she paused for emphasis. "Massie Block's...diary."

"EHMAGAWD!" screamed Kristen.

"Are you serious?" added Marisol.

"Yup," giggled Alicia. "And I've got the precious secrets of her life right here." She reached into her Marc Jacobs hobo bag, lifting the fuzzy, purple diary out of the bag, onto the lunch table. She flipped it open, and was greeted by curly handwriting, sprawled on all of the pages. She went to the last pages, knowing that they would contain her feelings over the past week.

Dear Diary,

I am officially friendless. A few days ago, I went to the mall to tell them about the Derrington incident. I didn't want them to fall in love, because their alpha [ME!] wasn't in love. Was that so wrong, Diary? Maybe I overreacted, telling Claire and Dylan they were crybabies and fat, but I couldn't help it. Then, they go on NATIONAL -that's right, I said national television to tell the whole world how I am so mean. Puh-lease. I am so getting revenge on Alicia Rivera, and the rest of the EX- Pretty Committee. I have a few plans of my own to get revenge to them, especially at the Valentine's Day dance. Just watch, and see.

Love, Massie.

They all gasped. What revenge was she planning? All of a sudden, the air got silent. Massie Block stepped on a table, her shiny, gold boots adding more to the announcment.

"OKAY. Which one of you losers took my diary?"

Alicia quickly stuffed the diary in her bag, covered it with a scarf, then silently went back to picking at her Thai food. The rest of the girls followed her.

Massie stepped off the table, swinging her black scarf over her shoulder, whipping someone in the face.

She started to walk over to Alicia's table, and was about ready to give her a piece of her mind.

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