Sixteen And Never Been Dissed
A Clique Fan Fiction Series
Chapter 33: Welcome To The Clique

"If you want my love-you gotta do what he does-if you want these sweet like sugar gucci lips-" Massie was singing her favorite Meaghan Trainor song loudly and out of tune as she made her way towards the Range Rover the next morning, eyes snapped shut as she bopped her head along to the beat.

It was a rare moment, for Claire Lyons, to see the popular, perfect looking girl acting like a typical, immature, fifteen year old girl. And, the blonde couldn't help but giggle at the amusement she got from the sight before her.

Of course, Massie still looked beautiful. Her dark chocolate brown hair with the thick, caramel highlights giving it some sort of volume and texture framed her pretty, fully made up face. A purple beret was tilted on top of her loose, teased mane of thick, long hair. Her long legs were left almost bare, due to her black and white, A-line mini skirt, but she had made the outfit a bit classier-and much more Gossip Girl-with a pair of black, over the knee high socks. A white, long sleeved, fitted cropped sweater showed off her tanned arms with the cut-out sleeves. And she wore a pair of black, Mary-Jane styled heels, bedazzled and bejeweled on her feet.

Claire, even in her Massie-purchases, almost completely designer and all name brand outfit, felt blah and plain. She felt like she could easily get lost in the shuffle, when somebody like Massie would be standing anywhere near her. It made her feel ordinary-not ugly, because Claire knew that she was pretty.

She just felt as though she was forgettable, with her golden blonde curls, falling just past her shoulders and round, full face. Nothing about her stood out, the way that all of Massie's features did. Not with her own bleach-splattered, Sevens skinny jeans or her mesh, hot pink, pull over cropped sweater over a hot pink tube top. And she knew that her high top, hot pink Converse sneakers did nothing to make her any worthier of being remembered.

Still, Claire was certain that if she was accepted by Massie-if she was granted access to the Pretty Committee-she would be impossible to forget, the same way the alpha girl was.

"Claire!" Massie gasped, bumping into the blonde as she danced her way towards the vehicle, eyes snapping open. "What are you doing here? Olivia's picking you up, isn't she?" Massie asked, furrowing her eyebrows together in confusion.

"Um, no-she called me last night and asked me if I could get a ride to school. She's running late or something. I didn't really ask for details. I try not to talk to her more than I have to-but, anyways, I was going to call you after I hung up with her, but it was late and I didn't want to wake you up," Claire said, flashing Massie a warm smile, praying that the brunette wasn't upset with her.

Despite her cheery demeanor, she was incredibly nervous that Massie didn't mean anything that she had said the previous day. She worried that the alpha no longer wanted to give her a place in the clique, and was done caring about what happened to her. A part of Claire worried that Massie had only been using her.

"Oh-aright," Massie said, flashing a smile right back at the blonde. "That's fine-actually, I almost feel bad that you have to ride with her all the time. I can't wait until we can make your place public," Massie teased, bumping shoulders with Claire.

Claire immediately relaxed, climbing into the vehicle behind Massie and settling down into the seat across from the brunette. Massie was laughing. She was smiling. She was joking around.

She actually wanted Claire around. She had grown to like the girl and she wanted them to be friends. That meant that Claire was officially safe, and that was all that really mattered.

"In fact, if everything works out the rest of the day the way I'm thinking it will, we'll be able to make it public knowledge by the time everybody leaves this afternoon," Massie said thoughtfully, scrolling through her phone.

"What do you mean?" Claire frowned, biting down on her bottom lip.

"Skye scared Olivia into making any new plans, right?" Massie asked, raising her eyebrows.

"She's terrified," Claire assured her.

"And Strawberry has been complaining about Olivia to everybody at school since Olivia kicked her out. Kristen humiliated Kori last night at soccer practice, and Leesh wants you around. So, we just have to see how people react to Olivia's little group today, and if everything happens the way I'm expecting it will, I won't have any reason to tear Olivia down anymore," Massie shrugged, locking her phone and dropping it onto her lap.

"You mean-I could be in the Pretty Committee by the end of the day?" Claire asked, eyes growing wide with excitement.

"Duh," Massie giggled. "We want you to be a part of the group, Claire. None of us like this whole waiting around nonsense," Massie rolled her eyes.

"Seriously?" Claire asked.

"Duh-besides, we gotta get to work on getting you a date to Homecoming if we want you to be in this group and we want to be guaranteed alphas for the rest of High School," Massie said, leaning towards the mini fridge.

"What?" Claire asked, immediately tensing up and freezing.

"It's no big deal," Massie insisted, yanking open the fridge and pulling out a bottle of NEO BLISS carbonated water. "It's just this stupid thing Skye's making us do-it's a long story," Massie explained as she leaned back against the leather seat, untwisting the cover of her water.

"I don't understand," Claire frowned.

"It's customary for the senior alpha to give the sophomore alpha a few….obstacles to overcome, to prove that she's really worthy of her title. Skye's starting us out with Homecoming-and, if we pass all of her tests, we get access to The Room-one of OCD's biggest conspiracy theories, which only the true alphas get to know is real," Massie explained, pausing for a second to take a long sip of her drink as she thought of a word to describe what Skye would be putting them through.

"Oh…"Claire said, lowering her gaze onto her lap.

She'd thought that things would be easy once she got into the Pretty Committee. But the tests didn't end when she was admitted to the group. Instead, they just got harder.

The Pretty Committee walked into school looking like characters straight out of Gossip Girl and Olivia Ryans hated them for it.

She despised the way all of their makeup always looked perfect. She hated how their hair never dared to stray out of place. She hated the way they looked like models in a magazine ad-destined to be best friends and always together.

And she really despised the way their outfits never failed to be anything less than flawless, no matter what they were wearing or what time of day it was or what they were doing. They just always looked like a group of perfect 10's, and Olivia was incredibly envious of that type of bond.

Massie, of course, looked like the perfect Blaire, in her tight sweater, short skirt, and knee high socks. Her beret showed off her favorite color and her shoes made her legs seem even more toned than usual. Olivia wished that she was capable of pulling off such a look, without worrying about somebody thinking she was in costume.

Then there was Alicia, in her tight, curve-hugging, plaid pencil skirt with two zipper pockets. The dark red and deep brown plaid was lightened by thick, cream colored lines and her platform, over the knee, suede maroon boots clung to her long legs. Her chest was broadcasted by a maroon, long sleeved, cropped shirt and she had a maroon beret tilted over her curled, glossy black hair, giving her a french school girl look that Olivia couldn't believe the Spanish beauty was able to pull off so naturally. All she needed was a sketch pad and an eiffel tower background behind her and she could be in the pages of Teen Vogue.

Kristen was the ideal Serena, with her blonde hair pulled back, away from her face and contained with a black bow, the dark color bold against her sun-kissed blonde hair, loosely curled to be just as soft as her pretty facial features. A pair of grey knee socks hugged her strong, muscular legs and met a pair of suede, lace-up, wedged ankle booties. And her outfit was perfect, with a black and white, high waisted, pleated mini skirt and a grey, boxy fit cropped sweater.

Dylan was by her side, her outfit simple in comparison to the rest of her friends but all in the same style. A pair of leather, knee high, tan boots with a slight heel covered up the legs she was so self-conscious about. A dark green skater skirt hung almost to her knees, with tan lines crisscrossing their way through it. A matching tan, tight fitting, ribbed sweater tied the outfit together and she had her hair pulled back into a high, endlessly long, super thick ponytail with a mini poof in the front, a few wispy red strands falling into her face.

"They look like they're wearing uniforms," Olivia said, unable to contain her bitterness as she leaned against her locker, arms crossed tightly over her red, off the shoulder, ruffled, wide-sleeve top that showed off her tiny stomach, until her dark wash skinny jeans began.

She had it paired with a pair of red, lace up, high heeled, peep toe ankle boots and wore a black head wrap around her head, keeping her hair contained and keeping up with her indie-cutie style.

"I thought they looked like models," Kori muttered, tearing her envy filled eyes away from the group of girls and looking down at her platform, bright blue sneakers.

"Of course you do," Olivia rolled her eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean? And where's Claire?" Kori asked, adjusting her blue, off the shoulder, slouch-fit top that she wore with dark wash, ultra skinny jeans.

"She's coming," Olivia snapped.

And just then, when Olivia's rage was finally to the point where she couldn't take it anymore, the Pretty Committee passed by her, and she did something nobody else would ever dare to do.

"Hey, Dylan-is there a reason for the frumpy grandma skirt? Or is it just because of your fat thighs?" She called out in a taunting, sing-song voice.

Immediately, all at once, all four members of the Pretty Committee stopped walking, jaws dropping and eyes bulging from their heads. The hallways grew silent and the sophomores began to push their way closer around the two groups of girls.

"What did you just say?" Massie whirled around, her hair flying through the air as she glared at Olivia.

"Did you just call Dylan fat?" Alicia screeched, moving towards the blonde faster than anybody had ever seen her move before, pushing her up against the locker she was leaning on with both hands, palms flat against the girl's shoulders.

"Alicia!" Dylan snapped, grabbing the Spanish beauty by the shoulders and trying to yank her away from Olivia.

"No, let her go-I've been waiting for weeks to watch this bitch get her ass handed to her," Kristen glared, crossing her arms over her chest.

"When did you turn into such a bitch?" Kori asked, her eyes locked on Kristen.

"Oh, shut up, skank," Kristen groaned, tilting her head back. "I thought I took care of you yesterday? Haven't you learned your place?" She narrowed her eyes, making them look as harsh as the ocean before a storm.

Kori gulped, taking a step back, crashing into the lockers behind her. She lowered her gaze from the scene before her and hugged herself, as though realizing that the only person who could protect her from the Pretty Committee was herself, especially at this point. It was clear that she had realized just how far she had gone into the entanglements of the A-list. And she obviously regretted it.

"Stop," Massie snapped, grabbing Alicia's sweater and yanking her off of the tiny blonde. "We're not fighting," She commanded.

"But she just-"

"I know what she did," Massie said, glaring at Olivia again. "You're an idiot," Massie said, releasing Alicia and moving in towards Olivia, until their faces were only a few inches apart.

"What do you-"

"How dare you try to pick at one of Dylan's insecurities just because you have nothing else to attack us on? Are you that desperate to try and bring us down?" Massie asked, her voice coming out like a low growl from the back of her thought.

"Get away from me," Olivia snapped, pushing Massie back and knocking her off of her feet, right onto the ground.

"Are you kidding me? Are you sure I can't punch this bitch?" Alicia snapped, glancing towards her fallen alpha.

"Leesh," Massie said, her voice calm as Dylan helped her back to her feet. "Get her," She smirked, dusting off her outfit and straightening her skirt once again.

And that was the only form of command that Alicia needed. She lunged at Olivia, knocking her to the ground and landing on top of her, pining her to the floor as she swung a punch, her ring cluttered fingers immediately making a connection with Olivia's freshly purchased nose.

Olivia struggled beneath her, trying to get away from Alicia. She yanked at the brunette's silky locks, dug her long, manicured nails into any bare skin she could find, and squirmed to try and get out of Alicia's grasp.

But nothing worked. Alicia was far stronger than she looked and she packed a mean punch. And when she saw red, she couldn't be stopped. She could easily lay punch after punch, not even realizing just how much damage she was causing.

As the sophomores around began to panic-some enjoying the fight and calling out to support it, others begging for somebody to stop it, and a few running off to go and get a teacher for help-Massie watched the scene with her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Dylan played with the end of her hair nervously, and Kristen examined her nails.

"Alright," Massie said, finally, letting go of one arm, raising it in the air and snapping her fingers. "Let's it-you're done, Leesh-she's suffered enough," Massie called out.

Alicia threw one more punch and then rose to her feet, immediately straightening out her clothes.

"Are you sure?" She asked, shooting Dylan a worried glance as she bent down to retrieve her hat, placing it back on her hair.

"Definitely-we gotta get you to a mirror," Dylan snickered, reaching out and wrapping an arm around her friend, for a thankful, half hug.

"Yeah, you're kind of a mess right now," Kristen teased her friend.

"What did I miss?" Claire asked, her voice cheerful and perky as she walked over towards the girls.

Her smile faded when she saw Olivia struggling to get to her feet, her face covered in blood. When she saw the people still gathered around and the groups busy watching something on cellphone screens, she realized that something dramatic had happened.

"Alicia just attacked me!" Olivia said in outrage.

"She called Dylan fat," Alicia said flatly.

"Seriously? Dylan's body is the type Olivia had to pay to try and copy," Claire snickered, shooting Olivia a disgusted look before looking back at Alicia and the rest of the Pretty Committee, who immediately began to snicker with the blonde, obviously impressed by her quick, sharp witted comeback.

"Claire!" Olivia shrieked. "You're supposed to be on my side!"

"Actually, I'm supposed to be on my friend's side, and Dylan is my friend," Claire said with an eye roll.

"You see, Olivia," Massie began. "Claire's been working as a bit of a double agent for me. She's in the Pretty Committee, officially. She was just helping me make sure you weren't doing anything too wicked to try and tear us down out of your petty jealousy," Massie smirked, hooking her arm through Claire's slender one.

"But-"

"She's a great actor, isn't she?" Alicia beamed, hooking her own tanned arm through the one belonging to the paler blonde.

"I don't-"

"Come on, let's go and get Leesh cleaned up," Kristen giggled, heading on down the hallway.

"What-"

"Olivia," Dylan shook her head. "Get over yourself," She said flatly, walking off after her friends.

And with that, Olivia was left alone in the hallway with a nose needing surgery once again, a thick, swollen, bloodied lip, and frizzy hair, contained by a crooked head wrap. Nobody was on her side. Nobody wanted to help the blonde fix her own makeup.

Olivia was officially alone, and that was something she had never been before.

Somehow, trying to tear down the Pretty Committee and attempting to build up her own popularity had destroyed her. It had made her more alone than ever. She was a bigger loser than she had ever been before.

She hadn't even been a loser before. But, now, she had been publicly humiliated and ditched by the only girl who was actually a part of her clique. She had been beaten up and the entire school was now completely aware of the surgery that she had gotten to give herself her current appearance.

She was ruined, and it was all her fault. She'd wrecked her life, all because she had wanted to be popular.

But she wasn't going to just take it. Massie Block and her friends were going to pay for what they had done. She would tear down the Pretty Committee if it was the last thing she did.

"How much trouble did you get in?" Massie asked, jumping up off of the chair outside Principal Burns's office as soon as Alicia walked outside.

"Suspension until Monday," Alicia said cheerfully.

"You sound excited about this," Claire pointed out.

"I don't have to come to school until Monday. That's a four day weekend, bitches!" Alicia cheered, throwing her arms in the air as she led her friends out of the main office.

She'd been in there since lunch, when the fight had occurred. Their principal had found them in their favorite bathroom a bit before eighth period and albeit dragged Alicia down to the office to give her her punishment.

School had ended about ten minutes ago, and the girls had been waiting out there since they'd finished at their lockers, eager to find out what had happened to Alicia.

Of course, Claire was slightly confused as to how Massie managed to sit there, mindlessly scrolling through her phone and texting away. She didn't understand how Kristen could casually file her nails, examining them for any chips or dents. And she had no idea how Dylan was able to sit there, flipping through a magazine as she played with the ends of her hair. They all seemed far too casual, when their best friend was in the office, dealing with the punishments of a fight.

"Alicia gets suspended about five times a year," Kristen explained to Claire as the girls walked. "She lives for it," She rolled her eyes.

"And usually it's because of something violent that she did," Dylan added with a smirk. "Her permanent record is the size of a Game of Thrones book," She snickered.

"Hey-you don't get to criticize me right now for my permanent record. I did this for you, remember?" Alicia said, shooting a mock glare at Dylan over her shoulder.

"I'm just glad she went easy on you this time. Usually it's a lot longer," Massie said, pushing the doors to the school open as the girls stormed outside into the bright sunshine.

"Two days does seem really lenient for a fight," Kristen said thoughtfully.

"It's because they all know my dad would sue if I got anything worse," Alicia said, sliding her maroon, cat-eye sunglasses down to cover her wide, doe-like eyes. "Besides, technically, Olivia started it when she hit Massie. It was self-defense," Alicia pointed out.

"No," Kristen laughed. "Self defense would have been if she had pushed you," Kristen reminded Alicia, shoving her playfully.

"Or if Massie had been the one to tackle her to the ground and break her nose," Dylan snickered, pushing Alicia back towards Kristen as the dark haired girl tilted towards the red head.

"Massie and I are the same person," Alicia shrugged, grabbing onto Kristen for support. "Even the school realizes that by now," She yawned as the girls finally reached the Range Rover.

"After so many years, they had to come to that conclusion at some point, didn't they?" Massie beamed, pulling open the door and sliding onto the leather seat.

"That is so true," Alicia beamed at her best friend, crawling in after her.

"You two are ridiculous," Kristen cackled.

"We are not," Massie rolled her eyes, leaning towards the mini fridge and pulling out a bottle of sparkling water.

"You kind of are," Dylan rolled her eyes as Massie grabbed five champagne flutes from the cabinet besides the mini fridge.

"What are you doing?" Claire asked, furrowing her eyes together as she leaned forward on her seat, eyes focused on Massie.

"We're celebrating," Massie smirked, a devious glint to her amber eyes as she poured each girl a fizzing, sparkly class that didn't match the clear, see through liquid that regular water would have.

"What's that?" Claire asked, narrowing her eyes at the drink.

"What do you think?" Kristen smirked, accepting a glass from Massie for herself and another one for Dylan.

"We're celebrating, remember?" Dylan reminded her, taking her drink from Kristen.

"And when we celebrate, we have to do it properly," Alicia grinned wickedly, taking two glasses from Massie. "Here," She said, holding one out to Claire.

"Is this champagne?" Claire asked, raising the glass to her lips and taking a sneaky whiff of the liquid inside.

"Of course," Massie cackled.

Then she raised her glass in the air, a wide smile taking over her face.

"To the Pretty Committee!" Massie cheered.

"Excuse me?" Alicia asked, pulling her glass closer to her chest.

"Alright-alright," Massie allowed, lowering her glass. "To Alicia and her tenth suspension," Massie raised her glass again, her voice even louder for her corrected toast.

"To rebellion!" Kristen shouted, clinking her glass against Massie's and holding it there.

"To defending my body!" Dylan burped, bumping her glass against the two already raised glasses, pausing to wait for the other two.

"To my permanent record," Alicia winked, clacking glasses with her friends.

All the girls glanced at Claire, waiting for her to join in on their toast.

"To…Alicia," Claire said weakly, slowly bringing her glass to meet the other girls' glasses and knocking it gently against their own.

As the other girls rushed to take a sip, finishing off their full flutes within seconds, Claire brought hers to her lips slowly, as though waiting to get into trouble. When it reached her lips, she took a slow, careful sip, as though testing to see if she liked it. The bubbles tickled her throat as they went down, and she giggled at the sensation.

"Claire? Are you okay?" Massie asked, raising her eyebrows as she set her glass into a cup holder.

"Yeah, fine," Claire said, shooting her a quick smile before forcing down the rest of the glass.

"Yeah, Claire!" Massie cheered, throwing her hands in the air.

"Isaac? Can you turn on some tunes? It's time for a dance party back here!" Alicia called towards the front seat.

The music started, filling up the back of the Rover with pulsing dance music and the divider between the two seats rose up slowly, so that Isaac wasn't forced to listen to the too-loud music. As soon as the music was on, though, the girls had jumped to their feet and were dancing along to the songs, singing as loud as they could.

And Claire was happy, finally feeling as though she could have some fun while living in Westchester.

"CLAIRE STACEY LYONS!"

Claire cringed as soon as she closed the front door to the guest house and heard her mother screaming for her. She shot Massie an apologetic look as she dropped her shopping bags to the ground. The brunette gave Claire a wide-eyed look, clearly questioning if she should follow, but Claire just shook her head.

She knew she was going to be in some sort of trouble. What she couldn't figure out was why her mother was about to yell at her, or how she had found out anything that required a lecture.

"Coming," Claire said, raising her voice just enough as she made her way towards the kitchen, getting her answer.

Olivia Ryan was sitting at her kitchen table with Claire's mother, a satisfied smirk on her face, hands folded in her lap with a coffee mug in front of her.

"What has gotten into you? Lying to this sweet girl and pretending to be her friend just so Massie Block, who has been nothing but horrible to you since you moved here, could ruin her reputation and her crazy little friend could attack her?"

Claire fought the urge to roll her eyes as her mother began to shout, a disappointed and disgusted tone to her voice. She focused her gaze on Olivia, taking in the bandage covering her nose.

The blonde had taken time to clean herself up after school, while the Pretty Committee had taken a trip to The Westchester to do some shopping, grabbing Jamba Juice on the way there and stopping at Pinkberry on their way home. Olivia had clearly even been to the doctor's office, to figure out what to do about her nose.

"She called Dylan fat, mom, and then she pushed Massie. Alicia was just defending her friends," Claire explained.

"And what does this have to do with you assisting Massie in trying to hurt Olivia's feelings?" Judi Lyons asked, crossing her arms tightly over her chest.

"Mrs. Lyons?" Massie poked her head into the kitchen. "I'm super sorry to interrupt and I know I probably should have left, but I feel awful about getting Claire into trouble," She said, that teacher-friendly, innocent smile on her face.

"Massie, I don't-"

"It's just-well, when my friends and I first took Claire under our wing, it was because of some incredibly cruel and hurtful things we head Olivia saying to her in the hallways. We couldn't believe anybody would say such horrid things about somebody like Claire. I mean, we may not have jumped to accept her when she first moved here, but we had to admire the way she kept trying to push her way into our group," Massie explained, walking into the kitchen as she slapped a hand against her heart.

"I'm not so-"

"And, while we did get into a minor misunderstanding the other day, we all felt horrible as soon as we saw her going back to Olivia. We didn't want her to be so alone that she thought she had to kiss up to somebody who was going to hurt her constantly. So, we had this little talk with her about things. Claire wasn't pretending to be her friend so we could hurt Olivia, though-that's a crazy idea. We just made up with Claire this morning on the way to school," Massie said sincerely.

"That doesn't change the fact that I don't know if I want my daughter hanging out with people who have a reputation for getting into fights," Judi said to Massie.

"I completely understand that-"

"Massie, I think that you and Olivia should be leaving now, so that I can have a talk with my daughter about what has happened today," Judi said.

"But-"

"Massie," Judi cut her off, voice firm.

"Yes, of course, Mrs. Lyons-I totally understand," Massie said, replacing her pout with a bright smile as she made her way from the house. "I'll call you later, Claire!" She beamed, giving her friend a quick hug as she passed by.

When she was outside, her act dropped and she stood in front of the door, arms crossed, waiting for Olivia to walk outside. When the cheerful blonde got outside, her confident smirk still in place, Massie started in on her.

"You think you're so clever, don't you?" Massie asked with a bitter laugh. "You're nothing special. Olivia-you're just another girl who wants to be just like me, and it's pathetic. You're never going to be me and you are never going to belong in the Pretty Committee," Massie snarled.

"Massie, you're weak-you let Claire in without any effort on her part. She broke one of your biggest rules and you just let her right back in," Olivia laughed.

"I'm weak?" Massie laughed, rolling her eyes at the comment.

"Everybody's talking about it. You just let some little freak from Orlando into your group. You're not an alpha, Massie-you're weak and you care too much. And that's going to be your biggest down-"

"I'm not weak just because I know the meaning of friendship, okay? I felt bad for Claire, so I let her in the Pretty Committee on a trial basis. And she did a lot of things to prove that she belonged in the group-things you'd never understand because you've never had a real friend," Massie snapped. "When we kicked her out, I missed her-because she's my friend. I like her. The entire Pretty Committee likes her. And that's never happened before, so we're going to keep her around, understand? Being a good friend isn't a sign of weakness. It's a sign of being human," Massie barked, turning on her heel and storming off towards her house.

"You're on your way out, Massie!" Olivia called after her.

"No, Olivia-that's you," Massie called back over her shoulder as she stopped at the cabana, leaning close to the intercom there and calling for security. "Now, do you want to get off of my property on your own or would you like to be escorted off? Doesn't matter to me, but I'll be recording it as my security guards throw you out, if you decide to do this the hard way," She smirked as she resumed her walk towards the main house.