AN: OMG, it's been a quite a while since my last update on this story. Sorry. I've been really busy with my other fics and have had some writer's block on this one. but hey, here's my update and hopefully I can make the next one sooner and longer.

The faire

3:20 PM

A boy with shaggy blond hair ran by in his underpants hurling pieces of armor at two wimpy-looking boys dressed in dark blue tunics and clingy tights.

"Um, Mass?" Alicia elbowed her friend. "Was that...?"

"And he says, I'm immature..." Massie muttered, fighting the urge to scream insults at her former crush at the top of her lungs.

"What's up?" Dylan burped as she walked up to them with a bottle of coke in her hand. Some how she'd managed to find a vending machine at the faire.

"Massie's crush is acting like a freak again." Alicia snickered.

"EX-crush!" Massie protested. Although deep down, much as she hated to admit it, she still kinda sorta liked him, maybe a little. Not that she'd ever say that out loud. After all, it would be totally unalpha.

"Ohmagod." Kristen said racing over to where the rest of the pretty committee with the exception of Claire, were standing. "Did Derrington just run by in his underwear?"

Ugh, why couldn't her friends talk about something else? Anything else! Anything that was not the ah-dorably stupid boy Massie had crushed on for months only to find that he totally didn't see her as perfect, like she'd always assumed he had. How could he have issues with her? How? She was the most popular girl at OCD and he'd even said she was the cutest girl there in spite of the fact that everyone else thought she was second to Alicia as far as that was concerned.

But she wouldn't worry about any of that now. She had to act cool, calm, and alpha for the judges who'd just arrived looking bored and tired, like deciding what LBR was going to be crowned a winner this year was the last thing they wanted to waste their afternoon doing. But Massie was determined to make it worthwhile not just for them, but for herself as well.

"Hi, I'm Massie Block." She titled her head to her good side and reached out to shake one of the judges hands.

"I love your dress." One of the three judges (The only female one) gushed. "Where did you get it?"

"It's one of a kind." Massie told her proudly, while making her expression half-bored to show that fancy one-of-a-kind things were nothing new to her. That she was always as fabulous as she seemed at that moment. That they might as well just hand her that crown now because it wasn't as if anyone else even had a chance.

"Are you old enough to enter the contest for 'Teen Queen'?" One of the other judges (a male with really bad hair) asked.

"Of course." Massie rolled her eyes and fake-laughed as though he'd said something funny.

"Ehmagawd!" Alicia came fast walking up to her which meant she must be in a hurry if she was bothering to go more than one step per minute. "There you are! You are not going to believe this!"

"What?" Massie barked, folding her arms across her chest. Ugh. The last person she wanted standing right next to her in front of the judges was Alicia. Alicia was stunning in her medieval clothes and the only possible threat to Massie's shoe-in win.

"Fifty gossip points." Alicia told her. "It's worth more but everything was cheaper in the middle ages anyway."

"Out with it, please." Massie grinded her heal into the dirt out of anticipation. "You've got fifty points."

"Okay." Alicia took a deep breath. "Well, you know how we saw Derrington throwing things at those other boys like two minutes ago?"

"Yes..." Massie waited for the point to this ah-nnoying chatter so she could get back to kissing up to the judges like a true alpha.

"Well he wasn't watching where he was going causing him to bang right into this other boy. Said other boy and Derrington got into an argument and have decided that they are going to have a fencing match."

"I gave you fifty points for that?" Massie wrinkled her nose like she'd just smelled dog poop.

"No you just gave me fifty gossip points because the boy Derrington's fighting happens to be Dempsey who apparently has a crush on you and they made a bet that if Derrington looses, he has to set you and Dempsey up on a date." Alicia smirked knowing she was more than worthy of the points she'd just earned.

Massie's stomach felt like it was doing flip flops. Dempsey was actually her secret new crush but deep down wasn't she wasn't sure if she was really over Derrington and while a date with Dempsey who'd gone from LBR to OMG: Ah-dorble over the summer would be awesome could she really enjoy herself knowing it was only happening because Dempsey won a sword fight?

Could this get any worse?

"Oh my gosh, I love your dress." The same judge who'd praised Massie a second ago said to Alicia.

Oh yeah, it could totally get worse.

At the faire

Slow event tent number ten

3:35 PM

Claire was sitting next to Cam watching a medieval turtle race. It was beyond boring but Claire didn't mind because Cam was holding her hand the whole time and with her free hand, she was sneaking gummies up into her mouth every few minutes from the bag he'd given her earlier. Nothing could possible be better. Not even a block bluster action film with tons of stuff blowing up left and right could possible leave Claire feeling this excited.

"Hey Claire!" Layne came running up to them waving her arms to and fro like she was about to set sail on the titanic.

"Layne?" Claire gasped. "What are you doing here? I thought you said this faire wasn't historically correct and you wanted no part of it."

"Well I thought it over." Layne said. "And I changed my mind about not coming."

"What are you wearing?" Claire gasped again.

Layne's outfit was hideous times one million. She was dressed in a brown sack-like dress with a patchwork apron tied to the front. Her hair was messy and wild like she had forgotten to comb it. Also she was bare foot without even a pair of sandals on her feet.

"I thought that I should look like the average person from the middle ages." Layne explained. "And the average person did not go around wearing Massie Block's gold pumps on her feet."

"How did you know these were Massie's?" Claire demanded feeling more than a little embarrassed having the history of her shoes announced in front of her boyfriend.

"I'm going to go get a soft pretzel." Cam said letting go of Claire's hand and getting up.

"Wait! They have pretzels? Since when? Where?" Dylan's head popped into the turtle racing tent seemingly out of no where. "Why didn't anyone tell me?" She took off after Cam. "Hey Cam, wait up! I want a pretzel too."

Layne rolled her eyes. "Ugh, I knew this place wasn't going to be historically correct. Pretzels indeed!"

Claire moaned. Suddenly this afternoon didn't seem like it was going to be as much fun. The pretty committee wanted a fairy tale. Layne it seemed, wanted a time machine.

AN: Please review? Pretty please? (My threat to take Massie's crown away still stands if I don't get any reviews LOL)