-Chapter 13-
Westchester, New York
Presbyterian Middle School
Wednesday, November 6th
7:55 A.M.
Massie Block was back. She strutted into Presbyterian Middle School with confidence, her amber eyes bright and gleaming, her auburn tresses shining and curled, and a smirk on her perfectly glossed lips. Wearing a white lace shirt, a pale pink and white polka dotted skirt paired with white leggings, and pale pink ballet flats, Massie stopped to adjust the polka dotted bow in her hair that matched her skirt exactly, re-glossed her already shiny lips, and put on a dazzling smile.
Ahnna Pincher and her little posse of wannabes was going down, Massie thought to herself. She was also planning to take Hanna Harrington down as well. Today was the day that everything changed —for the better.
Her eyes fluttered to the clock near the cafteria, which told her that it was 7:58 A.M. She just had to take longer than two minutes at her locker, and then she would be fashionably late to art. She took her time gathering her books, pausing every few seconds to check her makeup in the mirror hanging on the inside of her locker door. After what seemed like ages, but was really two minutes, the late bell rang.
Massie slammed her locker door shut, and took a deep breath. What if she got detention? What if everyone laughed at her? What if...
She shook her head to get rid of all those negative thoughts. She was Massie Block, and she was beautiful. She didn't care what others thought. She didn't care if she made a fool of herself. She didn't care if...
Massie didn't have time to finish that last thought, because she had already reached the art room. She took another deep breath, trying to get rid of the butterflies in her stomach. Why was she so nervous, anyway? "On three," she whispered to herself. One, two, three. Massie pushed the door open and instantly, her oh-so-dazzling smile returned. Yes, this felt right.
Everyone's attention was on her, and only her. For a while, the only thing you could hear was the sound of her ballet flats making their way across the tiled floor of the art room. She walked forward with her head held high until she reached Ms. Hadley's desk.
"Sorry I'm late," she said, exactly the way she had rehearsed it in her mind, "but I was caught up in traffic. It won't happen again." She offered a small smile, and Ms. Hadley gave her a quick nod, excusing her 'tardy.' Massie smirked to herself. There we go. Her eyes searched the room until they landed on Hanna, who's mouth was open in shock. Massie knew exactly what she was thinking; How did Massie get off so easily? Usually, when someone's tardy, they get a detention. Humph.
She smirked smugly and took her seat, which was right next to Hanna's (because they were BFFLs at the beginning of the year, and there was a stupid no trading seats rule) just as the morning announcements began. She stood up for the pledge of allegiance along with the rest of the class. Noticing that Hanna was staring - no, glaring - at her this whole time, Massie leaned over, and whispered, "Psst, Hanna."
"What do you want?" Hanna whispered back rather loudly.
"Do you work at a grocery store?" Massie smiled; she had her comebacks loaded and ready to fire.
Hanna rolled her eyes, but still replied, "No."
"Then why are you checking me out?"
"May-sie, who do you think you are? You can't talk to me that way. I hope you don't plan on using your lame-ass comebacks on Ahnna or Alicia, because, well, they're Ahnna and Alicia." Hanna shook her head disapprovingly and made a tsk sound. "So...yeah. Please. Don't even try, May-sie."
"Hanna, are you poor?"
"You know very well how rich I am. And please, don't. I don't want my ears to bleed again."
Massie rolled her amber orbs and said it anyway. "Then why aren't you making any cents?"
"You should really just take my advice, and stop trying to be sassy. I know what you're going to say. 'My name's Massie; as in sassy,'" Hanna mimicked. "What about this: 'my name's Massie; as in 'ass-y.'" Massie narrowed her eyebrows in a you did not just go there way. "Listen to me," she continued, "I know what's best for you."
Massie crossed her arms across her chest. "Is my name V?"
"Oh, not another one. Don't you ever listen?"
"Then why would I follow U?" she hissed.
Before Hanna could respond, the two girls were interrupted by Mrs. Hadley. "Miss Harrington and Miss Block, I don't think you two have noticed that the pledge of allegiance and the morning announcements are long over. So you can sit now."
Massie looked around and saw that everyone was sitting down. Oops. "Sorry," she muttered, and Hanna followed suit. Mrs. Hadley just pursed her lips and walked away.
Five minutes into the class, there was a sharp knock on the door, and a familiar blonde walked in. Ahnna. "This is the art room, right?" she asked hesitantly (which was so out of character for her). When Mrs. Hadley nodded, she smiled, relieved. "I'm Ahnna Pincher. I just had a schedule change, so now I'm in first period art with y'all." She handed a folded-up note to the teacher. After getting the approval nod from Mrs. Hadley, she searched around the room for a seat. Funny thing, guys. The only empty seat was at Massie and Hanna's table.
"Hey, Han! Hey, May-sie!" Ahnna said cheerfully, making her way to their table. "We are going to have so much fun together in art, aren't we?"
"You betcha," Hanna agreed.
"What about you, Massie?" Ahnna chirped.
"Would you like your egg sunny-side up?" Massie asked innocently, smiling sweetly.
Don't, Massie saw Hanna mouth to Ahnna. But Ahnna didn't take the hint. "Um, I already ate breakfast," she said. "So no, thank you."
"Then beat it!"
Presbyterian Middle School
The Cafeteria
Wednesday, November 6th
12:00 P.M.
Massie knew that she couldn't get to the top with a snap of her Essie-manicured fingers. So she had spent most of the morning devising a plan. When the bell signaling the end of fourth period and the beginning of lunch rang, she was out of the classroom and into the cafeteria in record time. She knew exactly what she had to do; and she wasn't planning on wasting a single second, because time is veryveryvery precious in this case.
She sat down at Table 25, not caring if it was deemed the 'loser' table by the LMNOPs and everyone else in the school. She had a comeback plan that was about to be put in action. She didn't care that she didn't have a lunch, because she couldn't eat lunch today; what she had to do was too important. She had no time for eating.
She waited for everyone to file into the cafeteria and get settled with their lunches before starting. After fifteen minutes, the lunch line was finally down to zero people and everyone was sitting at their lunch tables, chatting amiably with their friends. Massie felt a pang of jealousy for an instant. At least they had friends. Friends that didn't live in another state. But never mind that, because she would have friends soon. Possibly. Probably. Hopefully.
Massie climbed on top of Table 25 and stood with one hand on her hip. "Everyone," she yelled. "Quiet down, please." She heard screams of loser and you suck and - the dreaded — May-sie, you're a bitch, but she didn't give a damn.
"I know most of you must hate me," she continued, "but I'm a person, like the rest of you. I have feelings, you know. And some people hurt them." She knowingly glanced at Table 6, where Ahnna and the Wannabes were sitting. "But I'm not going to hurt theirs, oh no; because I simply do not roll that way. How many of you have had your dreams crushed by one of these girls in one of these cliques?" Hands went up. Lots of them. "They think they're better than everyone, but they're really not. We are just as good as them. Maybe even better."
"So that's why I'm making my own clique," Massie said with confidence. "Made up of five super hawt girls. A clique that will dominate all the other cliques. A clique that really, truly is better. Made up of girls that are beautiful inside and out. We won't be mean and put others down. We'll be nice and give advice. We've got alpha in us, so why not use our powers for good, instead of bad? But if some people still put us down, we'll show 'em who's boss. Because I, Massie Block, have got some ah-mazing comebacks that we can use to defend ourselves. Who's with me on this?"
Cheers and screams of "yeah!" erupted from the cafeteria, resulting in a very satisfied Massie, a very angry Hanna, and an even angrier Ahnna. "If you're a fifth grade girl, and you'd like to be part of my clique, please fill outthis form" - she paused to retrieve a stack of papers from her Hermes purse - "and meet at my house for tryouts tomorrow afternoon after school. Good luck, and see you there!"
Massie stepped down from the table, met with huge applause from the student body of Presbyterian Middle School. Mission. Accomplished. She had done it. She had really done it. She had outsmarted and topped Ahnna at her own game. She really wanted to be there when Alicia found out about this.
What has she even become now? She's turning nice. Claire really did change her. Or maybe it was the whole wish that changed her. Or maybe it was the whole traumatizing experience with Ahnna, Hanna, and Alicia.
But all of that didn't matter right now, because she was back. And she was going to rule the school. No matter what it took.
Ah...how about this? Because i'm feeling nice today, first threereviewers get a spoiler on hanna's secret! :D
About OC's: This is different from other SYOCs. All are accepted, but only four will be chosen by Massie dah-ling to be in her clique. Feel free to submit an LBR, because some girls need to be just out. PM me for the form. If I already talked to you about your OC, fill out the form anyway. I don't mind if you change the characters a bit. You know who you are. Sorry if you don't like syoc stories (cough cough Natalie/Nat/Ally cough), but I promise that this is only temporary.
If your character isn't chosen for Massie's clique, pleasepleaseplease don't feel bad, kay?
Do me a favor, girlies, and please check out my Hunger Games SYOT, Blast From the Past. There's one spot left and I don't feel like updating chapter two just for that, because there'll be more than one submission for it. So if any of you have time...please. It doesn't even need to be a good tribute.
I know, long A/N. LOL. Reviews motivate me, so please leave one! :)
-rachel
P.S. Ten points if you can guess where 'she was Massie Block, and she was beautiful' is from. (lol, no real points, but still)
P.P.S. Got any clique name suggestions? Review, or PM me!
~7/22/13~ Sorry, I just have to add something - all right, Kathleen. I updated this. Happy now? Now go make a fanfiction account and tell Jeffery to make one too. Lol, you guys should thank me for putting both your names in this thing. Okay? Excellent.