-Chapter 14-

The Block Estate
The Living Room
Thursday, November 7th
3:41 P.M.

"Girls, girls, please calm down," Massie said, trying to calm down the giddy crowd of girls that had showed up at her house. She never expected such a good turnout! Her face dropped when she noticed that most of the girls were hopeful LBRs, but there were also some girls that looked like clique material.

Massie tried to control the butterflies in her stomach, but she couldn't help it; she was nervous. It was her first time actually holding tryouts for a clique, and everything had to be picture perfect. How else would the girls respect her? She mentally reviewed the tasks she had planned for the girls that would determine if they were a GLM (girl like Massie) or not.

Okay, first up was going over everyone's forms. After she read everyone's forms, she would eliminate a few girls. "M'kay. Ready to begin?" Massie asked. Everyone immediately fell silent and stared at the alpha, nodding. "Okay, please form a single file line," she continued, making sure to emphasize the single file, "in front of me. When it is your turn, please hand me your form."

Everyone immediately scrambled to form a line —there was a lot of pushing and shoving, but finally, a single file line was made. Massie beamed. She had them wrapped around her manicured finger; they listened to everything she said. Now that was pure alpha.

"Hi," she greeted the first girl in line. She had frizzy brown hair, freckles, and incredibly chapped lips. Massie gulped. This was the girl that scored the first spot in line? Her amber eyes quickly scanned over her form, and within five seconds, she deduced that she was an LBR. "Thanks for coming today. Please stand over there." Massie pointed to the area to her left. She had decided that the girls that were definitely out would go on her left, the girls that were Massie approved would go on her right, and the girls in-between would stand in the middle.

As the line grew shorter and more forms were looked at, the number of girls standing to Massie's left grew enormously. There were two or three girls standing in the 'middle' area, and no one was standing to her right. Massie realized that all these girls were total LBRs with no fashion sense. But she mustn't give up this early —there was still more girls and forms to look at.

The next girl that approached her had shiny just-above-the-waist-length black hair with an almost white blue stripe dyed into it. Daring and bold, Massie noted. She also had piercing gray eyes, high, sharp cheekbones, and a petite body. She was about 4'10 and slightly muscular.

"I'm Heather Gray," she said, exuding confidence.

Something clicked in Massie's brain all of a sudden. "Oh!" she exclaimed. She had heard Heather's name a lot before —she was a gossip addict and knew everything that was happening. From what Massie had heard, Heather had all sorts of 'connections' with all sorts of people. "Hi, Heather."

Heather handed Massie her form, and she quickly skimmed over it. Her favorite colors were royal blue and silver, she liked to eat chocolate — those caused breakouts, Massie thought, but whatevs —, she was a fencing pro, she loves animals, she hates being alone, yada, yada, yada. Massie approved of most of the things on the form, which was a first for the day. "So, ah, what's your favorite designer?"

"Ella Moss, Louis Vuitton, and Prada," Heather replied without missing a beat.

Massie grinned. She could smell Coco Mademoiselle, which she assumed was Heather's perfume. Ah-proved. "Okay, Heather, can you go stand in the area to my right? Thanks." Heather looked confused, since no one was standing in that area, but shrugged it off and followed Massie's directions.

"Next!" Massie said, and a girl with thick, long dark hair and contrasting dark gray eyes walked up to her. She was pretty tall, even taller than Massie, and had olive skin and a button nose. She noticed that this girl was Italian. She also had a birthmark on her cheek that looked like a little brown splotch.

"I'm Karsyn Dakota Link," she introduced herself.

Karsyn, Massie repeated inside her brain, what an interesting name. It was pretty unique. She never really paid much attention to Karsyn, but sometimes saw her at school. She was usually helping someone in trouble, and was nice to mostly everyone. Massie remembered that some people would insult her for being so nice, but she would ignore them and keep her head held high. I like her spirit. "Hey, Karsyn."

Karsyn's form showed that she loved the color turquoise, seaweed snacks and baklava, reading, cooking, and she came from a big family. Oh, and she hated people that were controlling. Massie frowned. That could be a problem. Nevertheless, she decided to place Karsyn in the Massie ah-proved group. "M'kay, Karsyn, can you go stand in the group to my right, where Heather is?"

Another girl immediately approached Massie, and handed her her form. "Hey," she said in a friendly tone. "I'm Andromeda Lennox Goldman." Now that's a handful, Massie thought to herself, giggling. "But you can call me Andi." Thank god for nicknames.

She quickly gave Andi the once-over —she had dark chocolate colored looks that fell down her back and ended right above her waist in a cascade of gentle curls. Andi had wide, hunter green colored eyes, an olive complexion with a rounded face and soft features. She had pouty, deep pink lips, but that was where the perfection ended. Her eyebrows looked like the needed constantly waxing and/or plucking and her nose was a little too big. She was short, even shorter than Heather, but was made up of all muscle.

Massie glanced at the form. Andi was a sporty girl, and winning was apparently very important to her. She loved the color green, and sports, of course. She especially liked cheerleading, dance, football, and was an amazing gymnast. Andi also volunteers at an animal shelter, which Massie thought was really nice of her. Her perfume smelled like Such a Flirt by Victoria's Secret. "What three words would you use to describe yourself?" she questioned.

"Hmm, I'd say ambitious, competitive, and friendly," Andi responded cheerfully.

"Okay, Andi, can you go stand to my right, with Heather and Karsyn?" Andi nodded, and proceeded to do just that.

A few LBRs later, another possible GLM approached her. "I'm Chloe Fairchild." Finally, an easy name, Massie thought. Chloe had long slightly curly light brown hair, olive eyes, straight white teeth, naturally red lips, and a few freckles across her cheeks and nose. She was wearing high heels and a ruffly skirt, and had a super cute bow in her hair.

Now onto the form —Chloe's dad works for a modeling agency (which would probably be useful in case Massie wanted to model) and her mom works for Jimmy Choo. Her hobbies were designing clothes, drawing, dancing, and of course, modeling. She loved to eat Cheese-Its, and she loved the colors aqua blue and gold. She was a self-acclaimed prankster, and very mischievous. Massie smiled; Chloe was probably behind the infamous end-of-year prank last year.

"So, Chlo — can I call you that?" When Chloe nodded, Massie continued, "Can you go stand over there with Andi, Karsyn, and Heather? Thanks, girl." Chloe smile-thanked Massie, and walked over to the three other girls.

Next in line was a girl with short, face-framing dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. She was tall, tan, and athletically fit. "Yo, I'm Andrea Brooke Sharlester."

"Oh! You're that softball girl," Massie said. PMS's softball team never ever lost, and Andrea was a big part of the reason why. Andrea nodded, and handed Massie her form. "Mhmm," Massie murmured. Andrea liked the color aquamarine, Charlotte Russe, and any sort of bar —energy bars, chocolate bars, CLIF bars, and even the cheap marshmallow and chocolate kind. Thank god no one was choosing purple as their favorite color as of yet; purple was her color.

Massie managed a smile. She admired Andrea's sense of humor, and she seemed pretty cool. "Andrea, can you go stand with the four girls to my right? Thanks."

Once Andrea had left, Massie dealt with five or six LBRs before coming across another GLM. Massie smiled at the girl —she had glossy dark brown chest-length hair, stormy light blue eyes with naturally thick eyelashes, a ski-slope nose, pink full lips, freckles showering the bridge of her nose, and fair pale skin. She was pretty enough, Massie supposed.

"I'm Evelyn Alyssa Bardot. And just to clear things up, that's pronounced Barh-doh, not Barh-dot." Evelyn adjusted the beret sitting atop her head. Massie remembered that Evelyn was the new girl who always smiled and loved to wear berets. It was strange, but everyone had to have their signature thing, kind of like her and her brooches. Her perfume smelled like Estée Lauder's Beyond Paradise —perhaps it was.

"You're from Beverly Hills, right?" Massie asked. Evelyn nodded with a smile, obviously proud that she was a Cali girl. "Cool," Massie said. She then began to read the form that Evelyn had just given her. She liked the color pink (not purple, good) and was a total girly girl. She also like eating hamburgers, but also likes low-fat frozen yogurt with berries on top. Evelyn takes lessons at Body Alive Dance Studio (she's done ballroom dancing since the age of three), loves to write, and adores soccer.

"Evelyn? Go stand over there with Heather, Karsyn, Andi, Chloe, and Andrea, yeah?"

"Hi, I'm Mila Kati Stern, and I hate Ahnna," a girl with curly blonde ringlets and a sugary sweet voice announced, walking up to Massie. Her sly electric green cat eyes were covered in tons of mascara and jet black eyeliner. She had glossy bow lips that formed a sultry pout on her bleached white teeth.

"Glad to know we're on the same page." Massie grinned. "Can I have your form?"

"Oh yeah, right," Mila said, handing her the form. Massie learned that Mila liked mint green, creme brûlée, acting, singing, and modeling. Her perfume was Daisy by Marc Jacobs and she loved getting revenge —especially on Ahnna. "Stand to my right, Mila."

Massie decided to take a short water break. She counted the number of girls in the Massie ah-proved area. There were one, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Heather, Karsyn, Andi, Chloe, Andrea, Evelyn, and Mila. They were all pretty good clique material, but Massie knew that she could only choose four of them to be in her clique.

When she returned to auditioning girls, there were mainly LBRs left in line. Massie sent LBR after LBR to the re-je-cted, rejected area (although they didn't know that they were rejected). Finally, there was no one left in line. Massie sighed, turning to the seven girls in the ah-proved area. "All right —"

Suddenly, the bathroom door swung open, and a girl with long, dark brown hair, black eyes, and chocolate milk colored skin rushed out. "I'm here! Sorry, I had to use the bathroom," she apologized. "I'm Ishani Carter-Huntington."

Massie immediately recognized her —Ishani was the girl with the autistic twin sister, Ashna. Some people bullied Ishani because of her sister, even Ahnna, but Massie never joined in on the bullying. She knew that Ishani was trying her hardest to do well in school and stuff like that. "Hey, Ishani," she said. "Form?"

Ishani gave Massie her form, who scanned it quickly, wanting to get on with the show. Ishani liked pale orange and brown, hamburgers, mint M&Ms, chocolate, cupcakes, and hated stereotypes. Like Chloe, Ishani was a fashion designer, and loved to design and make her own clothes. Massie thought that was really cool. Maybe, one day, when Chloe and Ishani started their own fashion lines, Massie could buy their designs.

"Okay, Ishani, can you go over there and stand with Heather, Karsyn, Andi, Chloe, Andrea, Evelyn, and Mila?" Massie said.

Ding-dong! "Excuse me." Massie got up to open the door. It was none other than Hanna Harrington. Ugh, she thought, why do they have to keep raining on my parade? But Massie had to admit, it was strange that she was here without Ahnna or Alicia.

"Massie, we need to talk," Hanna said in a serious tone. She looked almost . . . afraid.

Massie scoffed. "No, you need to leave," she snapped, slamming the door in her face. She confidently strutted back to the living room, smirking. "Sorry about that, guys. It was just Hanna Harrington —someone we need to take down. So I have the results of tryouts. Don't be disappointed if you aren't chosen. The people in my clique will be the leaders of this revolution against Ahnna and every other snobby bitch at PMS. We're all in this together, right?"

Everyone began whooping and hollering. Massie could hear screams of "go Massie!" and "you go, girl!"

"So, the four girls I have chosen to be in my clique are . . ."

a/n: /laughs evilly cliffhanger. #boom sorry about that, haha. um, but this time, i'll be easier on you guys. also, there's a poll on my profile about who you think should be in the clique. it probably won't have any outcome on the story, but i'd like to know your opinions. that reminds me; i need to go find the sheet where i wrote down my plans for all the chapter of this thing. i think i lost it. :/ btw, the names of the authors who sent the characters in shall remain confidential, at least until the next chapter. this was longer than i wanted it to be, but i had to introduce every oc. sorry if y'all don't get the positions you wanted.

i'll update tomorrow if you guys can get me 15 reviews for this chapter. if i don't get 15, i'll update anyway, but it won't be tomorrow. so go review! :) oh, and go vote in my poll if you want a say in this story!

kiss-kiss, rachel

p.s. flip-flops or sneakers?