The Clique

Oh, my God.

You are single-handedly ruining my life.

You have to be kidding me.

- We're serious about this, Massie.

- So am I.

I already

made plans.

This party isn't just a party.

It's the last party

before winter break's over.

Forget being the event of the season,

it's the event of all four.

The Lyons are gonna be here for dinner.

The Lyons?

Are the tigers and bears coming too?

Oh, my.

Massie, we talked about this weeks ago.

You remember Jay?

My best friend from business school?

He's moving up here from Florida

with his family.

They have a son, Todd,

a daughter, Claire. She's your age?

They'll stay out in the guesthouse

until they find a place.

Does any of this

even ring the smallest of bells?

Uh, no.

- You'll be at dinner and you'll be pleasant.

- Mom.

You always said I should honor

my commitments, right?

Well, I made a verbal commitment

to Shelby Rexler...

...that I would be at her party tonight.

I'm not discussing this anymore.

- Dad.

- You heard your mother.

Mom, if I miss this,

it'd be starting the second semester...

...on the completely wrong foot.

Worse than the wrong foot.

It'd be like wearing the wrong outfit.

Bean, tell me this isn't happening.

This is my worst nightmare.

Worse than the one

where my Amex was rejected.

Worse than the one

where I lost my Prada bag.

And look.

I already had my outfit picked out

and everything.

If I have to miss this,

everyone has to miss this.

Hey.

Put the brush down.

I'm getting Dylan.

I was just about to call you.

I'm in a wardrobe crisis.

- Hey, Dyl.

- Hey, Alicia. Ow!

- I'll get Kristen.

- She's school shopping.

She's already called me three times...

...to ask if we need

a compass and a protractor.

- What did you tell her?

- To get a life.

Mass, look, I can't talk right now.

Did you get a compass and a protractor?

Who cares?

P.S. Leesh and Dyl on the line.

- Hey, girlies.

- Hi.

- Hey.

- Okay.

So, what I'm about to tell you

is gonna score me major gossip points.

Like Shelby Rexler did not chop her hair off

to look more like Keira Knightley.

- She has head lice.

- Ew! Gross.

I know. I say we bag the party.

There's no way I'm trading

my Frdric Fekkai for Nix.

But it's an 8th-grade party

and we're the only 7th graders invited.

Please, I'm not gonna be caught dead...

...at a party thrown by anyone

under the age of 15.

It's worse than wearing Crocs.

- Wait, head lice and Crocs?

- No one's actually wearing Crocs, Dyl.

Actually, I think Shelby has a pair

in orange.

Ew!

- Forget it, I'm out.

- Me too.

Me three.

That's what I thought.

Mass, the Lyons will be here soon.

You might wanna change.

Can I change the fact

that they're gonna be here?

Look, I'll make a deal with you.

If you adjust your attitude,

be nice to Claire...

- Who's Claire?

- The Lyons' daughter.

Be nice to her and I'll let you go

to the end of Shelby's party.

Oh, my God.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

MRS. BLOCK:

Now, go get changed.

MASSIE:

Bean.

Bean, chill.

Dad, how many people live here?

Is this really our new house?

Bean, what's one step worse

than a fashion don't?

A fashion don't-even-think-about-it.

WILLIAM:

They're here.

I'm not even ready yet.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Oh, look. Hey.

You made it.

WILLIAM:

Good to see you.

- How are you, buddy?

- Oh, you got so big.

What do you think, Bean?

Perfect, right?

Oh, so good to see you.

There she is, perfect timing.

- This is our daughter, Massie.

- Hi, my parents told me all about you.

Mine barely mentioned you.

Except to say how fun and cool you are.

Uh, hello?

She's a dog, not a baseball glove.

TODD:

Hey, come here.

Sorry, he must have forgotten

to take his meds.

Meds?

That was a joke.

Funny.

WILLIAM:
Good to see you.

JAY:
It's good to see you.

MRS. BLOCK:

This is delicious.

Claire helped pick that out.

Sorry.

It's for your charm bracelet.

Really?

I never would've guessed, thanks.

I remember your mom wrote

in a Christmas card one year...

...that you wanted to be a singer?

Right, when I was 7.

Um. Thanks.

So, Claire,

I hear you're a straight-A student.

She was in the top three

in her science fair.

And she won the district

spelling bee contest last year.

Wow.

WILLIAM:

That's very impressive, Claire.

Why don't you tell Claire

about Octavian Country Day?

Massie just loves OCD.

- Right, Massie?

- Oh, right.

Um, small classes,

nice teachers for the most part.

There's only one problem. No boys.

Who says that's a problem?

The girls who go there, Dad.

- Mr. Lyons, let me get that for you.

- Sure.

You complete me.

Ew.

MRS. BLOCK:

Excuse me.

- They were still eating.

- Please.

- You promised I could go to the party.

- A party?

Thanks, Claire.

Maybe Claire would like to go with you.

Oh, I'm up for, you know...

Whatever.

Sweetie, are you okay?

Um...

You know what?

I think I'm gonna go to bed.

I don't feel so well.

Night, Massie.

I hope it's nothing serious.

Get some sleep, honey.

I'm sure it'll be gone in the morning.

I seriously hope so.

CLAIRE:
Did you see her clothes

and her shoes and her hair?

I swear,

she looked straight out of a magazine.

She is pretty cute.

Could we go shopping

for the first day of school?

What about the clothes we bought

before we left Florida?

T.J. Maxx isn't gonna cut it here, Mom.

It's, like, designer everything.

Please? I just wanna fit in.

I really want her to like me.

She's gonna like you because you're you,

not because of what you wear.

All right, fine.

I suppose we could use

a new sweater or two.

It is pretty cold up here.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

CHRIS:

On your right.

Hey, watch where you're going.

Hey, isn't there a law

against texting and riding?

- I'm Chris Abeley.

- I'm...

Massie Block. I know who you are.

- Really?

- Sure.

I used to come to your parents'

charity auction practically every year.

- I wonder why we've never met.

- I've been MIA the past couple of years.

- In a boarding school in Connecticut.

- Sounds clich.

Yeah, so is getting kicked out.

I'm back at Briarwood for high school.

A bad boy, huh?

I guess that explains

why you're on a private trail.

Yeah, I must have made

a wrong turn somewhere.

Or the right one.

I should go.

I'll let you have your trail back.

Oh, no, it's okay.

I love having guests, really.

Maybe I'll see you back here.

I was thinking of riding again on Saturday.

Sure. Maybe you'd wanna ride together?

Sure, it's a date.

Did you hear that, Brownie? It's a date.

JUDI:
What about this?

- Mom.

"At OCD, fashion is a fine art

and true form of self-expression. "

Okay, okay.

These are perfect.

Those are nice. Let's see.

Ooh, 62 dollars.

"Excellence isn't encouraged,

it's expected. "

- Expected, Mom.

- I'm sorry, honey.

With the move and everything,

this is just too expensive.

CLAIRE:

Well, can I just look next door?

I'm not gonna buy anything,

I just wanna look for ideas.

All right, fine, five minutes.

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