The Clique Page #2

But then we're going to Old Navy.

- They have a sale on turtlenecks...

- Okay, thanks, Mom.

DYLAN:

But they look great.

- Well, I'm not getting you a size six.

- But I am a size six.

Well, when you're a size four again,

I'll get you the pants.

In every color.

- Moms, they just don't get it.

- Right?

Weren't they kids once too?

I don't think they have a four

in this whole store.

What about these? These are fours.

If I try and fit into these,

I won't be able to breathe.

Why don't you switch the tags?

Then, your mom thinks you're buying

a four when you're buying a six.

Then your mom's happy

and you can exhale.

You're brilliant.

- I'm Dylan.

- Claire.

- We walked in on some dude.

- Trying on women's clothes.

- No.

- Come on.

Oh, nice meeting you, Claire.

And thanks.

Since excellence is expected.

CLAIRE:

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

"Good girls go to Orlando.

Bad girls go to Miami. "

Where do ugly girls like you go?

Claire, Mrs. Block said

that you can go to school with Massie.

You should meet the driver

in front of the house at 7:30.

Their driver's going to

take me to school?

ISAAC:

You must be Claire.

CLAIRE:

Hi, Isaac.

Thanks.

Wow.

God, Claire, you scared me.

You shouldn't sneak up on people

like that.

Sorry.

Oh, it's fine.

Do you mind sitting in the back?

We have to pick up a few more.

Oh, sure.

Relax, Claire. This isn't Epcot.

I swear, celebs are getting more DUIs

than Ksubi jeans.

Hm. Moschino dress, Alice and Olivia

jacket, Michael Kors handbag.

Adorable, 8.5.

Thank you.

- Wait.

- Dylan?

Claire, right?

- You two know each other?

- From the mall.

Claire had that brilliant idea

about the pants.

When my mom was being a jerk

to the 10th degree.

And then Dylan's friends came out

and started screaming about some guy.

Yeah, those are my friends too.

And FYI, that story's more last week

than white skinny jeans.

Claire's the girl I told you about.

The one living in my guesthouse...

...because her parents

can't afford anything else right now.

Gummi Feet?

- Thanks, but I don't eat sugar.

- And I don't eat feet.

- Hey.

- What's up, chica?

Hey, girl.

Vintage Ralph Lauren, 9.

Well, you're a 10. You look amazing.

- Just wait till tomorrow.

- Why?

Because you get better-looking

every day.

Hey, guys.

Somebody call the fashion police.

I'm making a citizen's arrest.

Finally.

MASSIE:
Seriously, Kris, when is your mom

gonna let you wear what you want?

My question first.

One, why does it smell

like first-class airline food?

I started the Circle diet today. Sorry.

And two, who's the stowaway?

Oh, my God.

Has she been there the whole time?

That's Claire.

Do we like her?

No.

CLAIRE:

Isaac?

ISAAC:

Claire, sorry.

CLAIRE:

Thanks.

Hey, Mass.

We missed you guys Saturday night.

The party was completely unbloggable

without you.

I know.

We heard

you had some unexpected visitors.

Oh, my God, Jenna Dressler's

wearing her Chihuahua shirt again.

Hey, you guys.

How was your winter break?

Massie, I heard you have an NBF

from Florida.

False. If I had a new best friend,

she'd be here right now.

- She is so off my top eight.

- She was in your top eight?

Ow!

Juicy Couture sweat suit.

No punch backs.

Wait, I lost an earring.

Nobody move!

I need to retrace. Fan out, people.

GIRL:

Hey, look out.

CHRIS:

Oh, my God, I'm sorry.

Are you okay?

I'm so sorry.

I was rushing.

My sister, she forgot her thermos

so I had to run all the way back here.

And I didn't even...

Are you sure you're okay?

I'm sure.

I'm Chris Abeley.

I'm Claire Something.

Nice to meet you, Claire Something.

- What are you doing?

- Uh, anger management much?

Hello! I can't wear one earring.

I'll look like Johnny Depp.

- But wasn't that a diamond?

- Ugh!

Hey. Uh...

Do you guys know where Room 41 is?

Yeah, um, turn around

and go out these double doors.

Take a cab to JFK...

...and get on the next flight

to wherever you came from.

Latte, anyone?

I don't get it. What's going on?

Claire, did I invite you to my BBQ?

- Um. No.

- Then why are you all up in my grill?

I don't get it.

Why are you being like this?

Like what, Claire? What am I being like?

Like...

I don't know, a b*tch?

What did you just call me?

Nothing. I mean...

Nothing.

- I can't believe she just said that.

- She called you a b*tch to your face.

- Mass, what are you gonna do to her?

- I don't know.

All I know is that Claire Lyons

should consider herself done, done...

...and you know else?

ALL:

Done.

Do you need a personal invitation

to come in?

Give me your e-mail,

I'll send you an Evite.

Sorry I'm late. I got a little lost.

And you are?

- I'm Claire, I'm new.

- I'm Vincent, I'm old.

But you know what they say,

My likes include Broadway musicals...

...pia coladas

and taking long walks in the rain.

And my dislikes are...

Now, what were they again?

Oh, yeah, tardiness.

There's a seat by the window.

And Miss Rivera,

this isn't the changing room at Saks.

Make room.

Claire, I've seen paint dry faster.

Chop, chop. Chop squared, please.

Okay, you have your materials

in front of you.

You have 15 minutes

to paint this as still life.

I think I'm gonna use some of that too.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- Is there a problem, ladies?

- No.

- No.

Do you think I could start over?

I'm not good at this yet.

Commit to your work, Miss Lyons.

This is a lesson for life.

Once you start something,

you need to stick with it.

Oh, my God. Miss Lyons.

Here's a pass to the nurse.

And take your books with you.

- I feel fine.

- Just go.

Hey, Claire. You look a little lost.

- I'm supposed to go to the nurse's office.

- Easy.

Follow this hall all the way down,

past the main office and gym.

Take a right at the band room.

It's the first door on the right.

Be sure to be loud when you go in.

Nurse Adele's a little hard of hearing.

- Thanks, Dylan, I really appreciate it.

- My pleasure.

Breathe into your power house.

In...

...and out.

Nurse Adele?

WOMAN:
Nurse Adele's office

is on the other side of the school...

...by the art wing.

But I was just there.

WOMAN:

Ladies.

Re-center.

Can I help you with something, dear?

Um. I don't know.

I'm not really sure why I'm here.

Vincent told me to come.

Don't worry. Got your period.

No, I didn't. What?

Look at the back of your jeans.

How is this possible?

- I don't...

- Be right back.

Alicia, red paint.

Don't worry, dear.

This is also the lost and found.

Go through

and pick out something you like.

- Really?

- Really.

Whatever you want.

These girls want nothing to do

with last season's clothes, trust me.

Hey, cool top.

I had the same one but I lost it.

Looks like someone went shopping

at Nursestrom's today.

Seven's so three years ago.

Loser, loser, double loser, whatever,

as if, get the picture, duh.

- Ow! What the...?

- Juicy hoodie, no punch backs.

Now, lean in. I've got major gossip.

- How many points is it worth?

- None, it's about me.

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