Title: Exclusive
Pairing: Cam/Claire, Massie/Derrick, hints of Cam/old relationships
Rating: K+
Warnings: Alcohol use, alternate universe, and language.
Disclaimer: "The Clique" and "Crazy Rich Asians" are the property of Lisi Harrison and Alloy Entertainment and Kevin Kwan and Anchor Books, respectively. This is a work of fanfiction and written for fun, not profit. No copyright infringement intended.
Summary: Claire Lyons always thought that her boyfriend Cam Fisher was too good to be true, but when Cam brings her home for his best friend's wedding and introduces her to his friends and family in Westchester, it was nothing she could have ever prepared for. Exclusive country clubs and million dollar homes, gossip and lies, conniving mother-in-laws and beautiful ex-girlfriend's out to break them up, can Claire rise to the occasion? …Or is his world too much …and Cam's not right for her after all?

Author's Note: I do not ship Massie/Cam, so there won't be any of that (but other stuff might be fair game). And I also thought with this plotline, it'd be too much. LOL. But once again, the PC and BB parents play a big role in this. You'll get some chapters featuring them. Sorry! Can't be helped in stories like these, apparently. Lots of exposition in this prologue because it's introducing the world. I know it's a bore, but I promise romance and drama to come...

Prologue: Best Man, Plus One

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In Westchester, there were two kinds of rich people: those who had money and those who had wealth. The difference between the two were not only visible in the cars they drove, the clothes they wore, and the houses they lived in, but in the people they surrounded themselves with. For the truly wealthy, surrounding yourself with the people of your class was habitual. It also meant certain etiquette was expected on Sunday mornings.

Regardless of whether you were up all night clubbing in Manhattan or exhausted from jetlag after a trip from Europe… if you were in town, you showed up to the mother-daughter events, where the ladies and their daughters from the most elite families met to play croquet, pretend nibble of prosciutto, and most importantly, gossip before finally sitting down together for brunch.

Missing out on brunch was missing out. Not only on valuable information like which new stocks to invest in and which to short for the week from Mrs. Hurley (whose husband was a prominent rising stockbroker) or new trends before they were trends from Mrs. Marvil (whose marriage excused her talk show persona). It was more than that though; you missed out on the latest gossip, spectacles, drama, and scandals.

And sometimes, if you didn't show, you were the scandal.

Brunch was hosted weekly at the Ridgeway Country Club, where there stood a nine year waiting list for membership, if you had the money. Only the most exclusive families were pre-invited, with approval required by an official membership board. The older generation sat at over the outer patio overlooking the spacious grounds and hills, sipping sangrias and chattering softly, as their daughters participated in a croquet match.

Massie Alana Block was in the lead today.

As the only daughter of well known investment banker William Block and great-granddaughter of Alfred Royden Block, who had amassed a fortune through investing and constructing railroads in the early 20th century, Massie stood as the uncontested head of the clique in her generation. (The Block name could be still found branded along most American railways today, if one cared to look.) When presented as the subject of gossip, the name was worthy of being referenced to as 'Yes, those Blocks.' And while, some of her friends had her beat in terms of money (Alicia Rivera), others in terms of fame (Dylan Marvil), and others in terms of lineage (Kristen Gregory), the girls all still deferred to her. With her recent engagement to Derrick Harrington, marking her as a soon to be double heiress to two massive fortunes, Massie's had a full score in terms of wealth, lineage, and now marriage.

And today, she had news to share.

Unbuttoning her Michael Kors polo blazer to allow for more movement, Massie swung her mallet and shot a triumphant smile at her friends over her score. Alicia (only daughter of famous model Nadia and distant descendant of a long line of oil tycoons back in Spain) scowled in response as she stepped up for her turn. Kristen (actual descendant of Jean Van Dosso, whose notable paintings still hang in Buckingham Palace, as her mother was fond of mentioning at every Westchester event) released a long suffering sigh.

Dylan (descendant of gunpowder billionaire David Johnson and yes, daughter of Daily Grind's Merri-Lee Marvil), off at the sidelines closest to their parents, rolled her eyes. She was the only one in their group who didn't take croquet seriously. She treated their games as a joke, usually goofing off or aiming to target a specific person depending on her mood. Personally and not so secretly, it was because she never had a knack for it.

As Alicia took her time deliberating her move, Massie decided it was the perfect time to share her gossip.

"So…" she threw out nonchalantly, lightly twirling her mallet. "Derrick's decided on his best man for the wedding."

The other girls perked up. Kristen straightened up and Dylan fixed her hat to better shield her fair skin from the sun.

"Who is it?" Alicia asked carelessly, still deliberating her move.

Massie waited a beat before saying, "Cam Fisher."

At that, all three heads snapped in her direction. Cam Fisher was notorious in their circles.

The Fisher family was also one of the more notable families, a staple of America history with their lead in the car production enterprise, but what was more notable about them around the Westchester circles was the recent scandal they suffered only a few years back. Oldest son, heartthrob, and heir, Harris Fisher made national news for his exploits at Brown University.

While all could have been salvaged with a hefty sum and a expansive new wing, Harris declined his family legacy there and dropped out school. And after tarnishing the family name all throughout Europe for a year, he sealed his own disinheritance by forsaking the family business and moving across the world to settle down in Italy with a man. Matthew Fisher was angry at his own son's condemnation on air about their company's wide scale production labors and their effect on the environment. Ella Fisher was more devastated over the notion of no grandchildren. Both were infinitely more upset at the spectacle Harris made of them in Westchester.

And with that, Cam Fisher became the heir. Dark hair, mismatched eyes, brooding looks, and a massive empire behind him, Cam Fisher was just about the most desirable guy in Westchester (now that Harris was off the market). To top it off, he was in their year and hung around their circles. But like his brother, Cam seemed to be on the border of turning down his family legacy too. He never visited from college, unlike the rest of them, and seemed to have moved on from Westchester for good.

Knowing that he was coming back for Derrick's wedding meant great things for the girls (who were all mostly single) standing there on the grassy field at the Ridgeway this particular morning.

Dead silence surrounded Massie at her pronouncement. And she wasn't even done.

Guess who was getting a trillion gossip points for this next tidbit? "And that's not all," Massie sang, biting down on her smile. The girls stared at her incredulously, their minds spinning to catch up with this news and already formulating plans (and in Dylan's case wedding scenarios). What other news could there be, their faces asked.

"He has a plus one," Massie finished, knowing she had basically shot their hopes into pieces.

"No!" Dylan gasped, as if this was something scandalous. And in the world of Westchester, it was. Cam hadn't been back for years and the only reason he would have for bringing home a girl no one even knew about to his childhood best friend's wedding… was if it was serious… was if it meant something.

Was if he was planning to introduce her to the family.

Was if he was planning to propose sometime soon the future.

"Do you know who she is?" Alicia asked instantly. "Name? Schooling? Family?"

Massie shrugged. Since her relationship was secured, she wasn't as devastated by the news of another acceptable guy from their circles taken off the market as her friends. "A girl named Claire Lyons, apparently."

"Who?" Kristen asked, brow furrowed. She turned to Alicia. "Have we heard of her?"

"No," Massie answered for her. "No, I've never heard of her."

The girls understood instantly that it wasn't just that no one had even heard that Cam Fisher dating, but that it meant that this girl… was a nobody. And despite the devastation of the news, the girls all exchanged half shocked, half devious looks.

"…Does Mrs. Fisher know about this?" Kristen asked, fighting down her shocked smile.

Massie glanced over at the upper crust ladies laughing lightly above the patio reserved just for them. She turned back to her friends and shook her head lightly. All the girls felt a thrill of sinful delight rush over them. They were experiencing and firsthand witnesses to another classic Westchester scandal. They bit their lips and covered their glossed lips to keep from bursting into laughter.

"Who's going to tell her?" Dylan asked in a hushed voice.

Knowing whoever brought her the news would likely gain favor from Mrs. Fisher, Massie decided to let one her friends take this one. She smirked at them, grabbing her sangria off a country club worker's Lucite tray standing nearby. She took a sip. "I'm already in the lead, but 2nd place gets to break the news," she gestured at the wickets embedded in the grass.

Alicia and Kristen instantly straightened back up. Now there was more than pride in winning the weekly match, there was a boy on the line. Dylan, on the other hand, groaned out loud.

"That is so unfair!" she cried, watching Alicia get back into position, readying to swing with an intense expression on her face. Kristen was already moving over to another country club worker waiting on them. This one was their regular score keeper, frantically calculating Alicia's new move. Kristen leaned over and watched as he jolted down her score.

Massie patted Dylan sympathetically on the back, though there was a teasing smile on her lips. Once Mrs. Fisher was told, shit was going down. There was no doubt about it. With her older son's recent scandal, there was no way she would tolerate another one from her younger one. And with Westchester's emphasis on old money and bloodlines, this would most definitely be a scandal.

But it wasn't just that, there were even girls outside their social circles (but had still attended OCD with them) that wouldn't take kindly to an outsider snagging a guy like Cam Fisher.

Alicia swung again, scoring enough points to put her in the lead above Massie now. Dylan gripped her mallet tightly in anger, Kristen bit her lip.

The game was on.

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Author's Notes: …In a world where Fisher, Block, and Rivera equate to Vanderbilt, Rockefeller, and Trump.

LOL. So I really missed writing about the luxe life of the girls after Revenge. And Wicked Games is killing me. I have about 3600 wrds written, but I'm very unhappy with it. And I was reading Crazy Rich Asians and was like, perfect, the clique is so great because anything is applicable. So, this is inspired by literally every single Asian drama I've ever watched. No really. Korean, Japanese, Chinese. Every kind. Also, the richkidsofinstagram tumblr. Check it out. I am constantly amazed.

It's the classic "poor girl in rich boy's world" trope complete with classic evil mother-in-law and her waiting ladies/minions. Only this time, we have the clique thrown in. It's nothing original, JUST FOR FUN.

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