A/N: So basically, I just got back from the cruise. it was great, thank you very much. I wrote this chapter before I left, and here it is. Enjoy!

xx,

Rachel

-Chapter 3-

Westchester, NY
Presbyterian Middle School
Monday, October 15th
12:03 P.M.

Monday afternoon, Massie sat at the Ahnnabees' usual table in the cafeteria, Table 6, staring off into space. Ahnna was carrying on a conversation about the Jonas Brothers, and Massie couldn't care less. Instead, she absentmindedly picked at her salad, and thought about her day at PMS.

When she walked into the school this morning, she almost passed out. PMS was nothing like OCD. OCD was a paradise, and PMS was hell. This was why Massie hated public schools. This morning, she had gawked at the unfashionable LBRs parading through the halls, like they were welcome and belonged. She had gasped when she saw the graffiti on the walls, and the messy lockers with papers falling out. The trash cans were overflowing, and someone had obviously spilled something in the hall, and no one had bothered to clean it up.

The cafeteria food wasn't any better, either. The milk was soggy, and she couldn't believe people called the French fries food. They were totally inedible, but no one seemed to mind. Massie hadn't known about this, but if she did, she would definitely have brought her own lunch from home. Her salad looked like the salad from her play kitchen from when she was little. She poked it with her fork, not bothering to eat any.

She didn't have any classes with Ahnna so far, so that was good. She had classes with Hanna though, and they talked a lot. Massie quickly learned that she was the alpha and Hanna was the beta in this friendship. She found it easy to talk to Hanna, and she was more relaxed around her. Around Ahnna, she was always stiff and poised.

Suddenly, Ahnna stood up, and slammed her fist on the table, making the food scatter. "Massie!" she yelled. "I can not believe you did that!"

Massie knew what she was talking about: the Derrick debacle. "Did what?" she batted her eyelashes innocently and put on her I-don't-know-what-you're-talking-about face.

"I know it was you," Ahnna fumed. "I knew I shouldn't have trusted you! I don't know why I ever let you join the Ahnnabees!"

Massie crinkled her brows in confusion, even though she knew exactly what Ahnna was talking about. "Look at this!" Ahnna said. She held her phone in front of Massie's face. "Read. It. Now," she demanded. Massie squinted at the screen. It was a text from Derrick. It said, I heard from somewhere that you like me. :) "You must've told Hanna that I like Derrick. How else could he have found out?"

Massie wanted to scream at Ahnna. There were a million other ways Derrick could have found out! Ahnna was being really obvious about her crush, for one. Massie took a deep breath. It was time to put her plan into action.

"You're right. I did tell Hanna," Massie said, putting on her best "I'm sorry" face. She looked down at the ground.

Ahnna gasped loudly. "You-you bitch," she growled.

Massie looked confused. Her plan didn't seem to be working. Ahnna seemed even madder about it. "I'm really sorry, Ahnna. I texted her saying that you liked Derrick as a joke. I didn't think she'd take it seriously. I didn't think she'd tell. In fact, I told her not to tell," Massie said, going with the storyline she had made up.

Ahnna stared straight into Massie's amber eyes. "Oh yeah?" she challenged. "You're probably lying. I'm going to ask Hanna right now."

Massie shrugged. "Fine with me," she said. She had already gone over the plan with Hanna in English this morning, so Hanna knew what to do.

Ahnna marched over to Table 10, where Hanna and the rest of the Glamour Girls were sitting. The leader of the clique, Marilyn Ross, tossed her glossy brown hair over her shoulder and narrowed her eyes. "Can I help you?" she said.

"Actually, I'm here to talk to Hanna," Ahnna said. "In private." She motioned for Hanna to join her in the corner near Table 6. Hanna followed her with a confused look on her face. Ahnna didn't really have a "whisper" voice, so Massie could hear every word of their conversation. "Hanna!" Ahnna whisper-screamed.

"What?" Hanna whisper-screamed back.

"Did Massie tell you that I like your cousin, Derrick?" Ahnna said.

"Yeah." Hanna bit her pinky nail uncertainly.

"Did you tell him?"

"Yeah." Hanna looked down at the ground, ashamed.

"Did Massie tell you not to tell?"

"Yeah."

"THEN WHY DID YOU TELL?" Ahnna exploded. The entire cafeteria turned to stare at her.

"I'm sorry, Ahnna. I thought it was a prank you guys were playing or something."

"Why would something like that be a prank?"

"I don't know. I'm sorry. I know it was wrong. I just couldn't resist telling him. I kinda owed him something, and he was mad at me, so I figured that giving him this kind of information would help us rekindle our relationship."

"Well, go text him now. Tell him that I don't like him, and that it was a joke," Ahnna demanded.

Hanna shrugged, and pulled out her phone. "Okay," she said.

"And you have to let me see the text."

Hanna nodded. Her fingers flew furiously across the keypad. A few moments later, she said, "Done." She held it out for Ahnna to see.

Hanna: Sorry about that. The whole Ahnna liking you thing was a joke, and I accidentally took it seriously. Forget the whole thing.

Ahnna nodded in approval. "Send it!"

Hanna's index finger hovered over the "send" button, and she pretended to press it. Satisfied, Ahnna marched back to Table 6 and sat back down in her seat. Hanna winked at Massie, and she gave Hanna a thumbs-up. Hanna went back to Table 10.

You see, the plan was for Hanna to not actually text Derrick about the Ahnna liking him thing. She wrote the apology text, but she didn't actually send it. Ahnna wouldn't be mad at Massie, and Derrick would never know Ahnna's secret. There was only one little problem - Hanna knew Ahnna's secret now. But Massie had made her promise not to tell anyone.

"Well, Massie, I guess I owe you an apology," Ahnna grumbled. "Sorry."

"It's okay," Massie said.

"I know you would never betray me on purpose," Ahnna said, returning back to her old self. "You love me too much."

Massie rolled her eyes, but then nodded, pretending to agree with Ahnna. "I'm gonna go talk to Hanna," she said, getting up to throw her uneaten salad away. "Be right back."

"Kay," Ahnna said. She turned to Shauna and the two of them engaged in deep conversation about who-knows-what.

Massie went over to Hanna's table and tapped Hanna on the shoulder. "Heya," she said. "Table 25, now."

Table 25 was the table Hanna and Massie would sit at together when they were tired of their cliques. At PMS, the higher the table number was, the less popular the people there were. Table 25 was the table no one sat at, but Massie and Hanna didn't mind. When they sat there, they could talk in private and not have to worry about other people overhearing them, because no one went to Table 25, ever. Take today, for instance. They had a secret plan to discuss. In private.

Hanna quickly got up from Table 10 and followed Massie to Table 25. "So, how did I do?" Her green eyes sparkled.

"Perfect," Massie said. The two of them took seats on opposite sides of the table. "Ahnna actually forgave me!"

"Wow," Hanna said. "Ahnna Pincher forgiving someone? The probability of that happening is like, 0.1%."

"I know, right?" Massie giggled. "I guess she liked that I was being honest with her, and respecting her more. Do you know what she said after she apologized?"

"What?"

"She said, 'I know you would never betray me on purpose. You love me too much.'"

"Yup, that sounds like Ahnna."

"So, you wanna go shopping this afternoon at the Westchester?"

"Sure, I guess." Hanna shrugged. "And speaking of shopping . . . what's with your new look?" She glanced suspiciously at Massie's outfit, which consisted of a simple Dolce & Gabbana tank top, a Michael Kors cardigan, True Religion super skinny jeans, and Miu Miu ballet flats. It was nothing compared to Hanna's outfit, which consisted of an Alice + Olivia floral printed silk tunic over black Stella McCartney leggings, and Chloe knee-high boots.

"Uh, long story."

"I have time."

"Fine." Massie sighed. "It's all part of my new plan to get Ahnna to stop trading her clothes with mine. It's not my fault she doesn't really have good taste. And it's not my fault I do."

"So your plan is to wear plain clothes so Ahnna won't want to swap clothes with you?"

"Exactly."

"Smart."

"But of course I'll be changing into something different for our shopping trip this afternoon."

"You better. What stores do you wanna hit? We gotta check out Louis Vuitton."

"Done. We also gotta go to Juicy and Prada."

"Done and done."

As Massie and Hanna took turns spouting out store names, Massie began to wonder why she was Ahnna's best friend and not Hanna's. Hanna was a million times nicer, and they liked the same things. Massie felt like the alpha around Hanna. Around Ahnna, she felt like a servant to the queen. All of her ideas were useless.

Suddenly, the lunch bell rang, jerking Massie out of her thoughts. Hanna and Massie got up from the table. Hanna linked her arm through Massie's. "To science class we will go!" Hanna said, giggling.

Massie skipped to science with Hanna without a second thought. She didn't even hear Ahnna calling her name. Let Ahnna stand there like an idiot and yell "Massie" over and over. She didn't care one single bit.

This is probably going to be a pretty long fanfic . . . but I'm not going to write about every day of Massie's life. I might skip a few days or weeks, because let's face it: something interesting doesn't happen every day. And this would probably be a hundred-chapter fanfic if I wrote about every single day.

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