The Clique Page #3

Why didn't you tell us in the car?

- There is a reason I was MIA yesterday.

- MIA?

Missing in Armani?

I was being asked out on a date.

- By a boy?

- As opposed to who?

- Yes, a boy, a Briarwood boy.

- No.

- Yes, he's a freshman in high school.

- Shut up.

His name's Chris Abeley.

We have to do some major recon

after school today.

No, I don't know.

I have a ton of homework.

You cannot be stressed out about school.

It's only the first day after winter break.

I have to come up with

the Women in the Workforce project.

I have to have a business plan

and a budget.

It's worth, like, 60 percent of my grade.

Does anyone wanna trade

for something edible?

Ask her.

You guys, I feel bad.

Maybe we could pull up a chair?

That was Clairious.

MASSIE:
Okay, so I called Isaac to meet us

here at Briarwood at 4:30.

- So we have to hurry.

ALICIA:
Tell that to Chris Abeley.

By the way, micro-mini?

So not good for spying.

Quiet.

Hey, what happened to the diet?

I'm starving.

It's either this or my left arm.

It's 4:
15.

- Chris Abeley will be here, don't worry.

- Who's worried?

Hear about the New York City field trip

to the Museum of Modern Art?

Vincent's taking

the whole seventh grade.

It's Chris Abeley.

There's Chris Abeley.

I want to, but I don't know.

Oh...

- My...

- God.

MASSIE:

Look at him, look at him, look at him.

He's coming this way.

Chris Abeley is coming this way.

ALICIA:

Get down.

BOY:
I got at least three or four hours

of homework tonight.

- Really? You do?

BOY:
Yeah, it's not even funny.

ALICIA:

Shh!

DYLAN:
Oh, my God.

ALICIA:
Yeah.

JUDI:

Hey, how was your first day?

CLAIRE:

Good.

- Hey, whose clothes are those?

- Oh.

Massie's. You know Massie.

She keeps, like, three changes

of backup clothes in her locker.

She wanted me to be dressed

more like her.

Oh.

Well, maybe we should return

your new jeans, then, huh?

You can't.

I spilled paint all over them in art class.

I'm sorry, Mom, I know you spent a lot.

Oh, no, come on, honey, that's okay.

I mean, it's just pants.

It's no big deal.

I'm just glad you and Massie

are hitting it off.

MASSIE:

I hate her.

Claire.

She sits there like this perfect,

wide-eyed, innocent goody two-shoes.

Meanwhile,

she's trying to be BFFs with Dylan...

...and she's throwing herself

at Chris Abeley behind my back.

You can't just drive into someone else's

town and live in someone else's house...

...and try to take over

someone else's friends, right?

I mean, what's next?

She's gonna change her last name to Block

and move into my bedroom?

I may live on 4.6 acres of property...

...but there is no way

that it's big enough for me and...

Can't believe your lips are still red

from those cherries.

I know. Aren't they luscious?

Whatev.

I just wish my lip gloss lasted that long.

Actually, if you could sell that,

you could make a fortune.

Lipstick that lasts 24 hours.

You can even wake up pretty.

Oh, my God, that's it, Massie.

That's what I can do for my project.

A makeup company.

You guys could help me.

- Hey, yeah.

- Oh, my God, I'm so smart.

That really is a good idea.

Conversation

between the taco and burrito, nacho.

Anyways, we could make

everything ourselves, all natural.

And edible. When you get bored of a color,

you could eat it.

I heart that.

We could sell it on that field trip

to New York on Saturday.

- The whole class will be there.

- You guys, we need a great name.

What about Homeworks?

Because we make it at home.

And it works.

Homeworks?

That makes us sound like losers who don't

have any friends and never go out, like:

What about Glambition?

It'll do until I think of something better.

Oh, my God. We're gonna be so rich.

Oh, please. We already are.

- To Glambition.

- To Glambition.

FYI, Claire.

There are more girls than those girls

in this school.

Go find them.

Excuse me, is this seat taken?

Is that real?

I got this at CVS for a buck 20.

Oh, well, you never know.

For all I know,

those Picassos on the wall could be real.

They are.

I'm Layne.

Claire, right?

Yeah, you're new around here.

Word travels fast.

Oh. Oatmeal?

No, thanks. I'm trying to cut back.

One day here and you're already dressed

like a pure Massie-chist.

You guys friends?

Um...

Yeah, we kind of are.

I didn't realize the Pretty Committee

was taking applications for new members.

Hey, cool bag.

It's a stereo. Fifty bucks, Spencer Gifts.

- Oh, my God. That is so gross.

- What is she doing?

Are you sure it's okay for you

to be sitting here?

Massie looks pissed.

She's fine. I told her, you know...

...I can't hang out with only her

all the time.

Yeah. She seems really jealous.

I'll text her later.

This is kind of random,

but you have plans Friday night?

None.

Hey, maybe we could watch a movie

or listen to my bag...

...or something.

That would be great.

MRS. BLOCK:
Hi there, everybody.

JUDI:
Oh, hi.

So, Claire, you're coming

to the sleepover Friday night, right?

- I'm sorry?

- Massie's having all the usual suspects.

Dylan, Alicia, Kristen.

She wants me to come?

MRS. BLOCK:
Of course.

- I'll go.

Sorry, Todd, no boys.

- Wow, I'd love to come.

- Great.

- Seven o'clock.

- Sounds great.

- Maybe I'll invite my friends over too.

- You have friends?

Don't you?

I'm really sorry, Layne.

My parents have to go out Friday night,

so I have to babysit my little brother.

Maybe we can hang out another time?

Great. Bye.

- Yeah?

- I like it.

- Isn't it awesome?

- Not.

No.

Seriously, this is, like,

'60s/medieval.

- That's really cute.

- Seriously?

- Check it out.

- For sure.

- Ew.

- Ew.

Get rid of it. It's nasty.

Oh, God, no.

Oh, yes.

- Yeah, I...

- Well, you know...

What are you doing here?

I'm here for the sleepover.

MRS. BLOCK:

Hey, Claire.

Okay, girls, break's over.

Clothes you're donating

need to go in these boxes for the auction.

What auction?

We host the OCD auction

to raise money for scholarships.

I know one local charity

that could use a donation.

Massie, kitchen, now.

- Hey, let's go down to the cabana.

- Yeah.

Mom. How could you do this to me?

I told you

if you didn't invite Claire, I would.

- I didn't think you actually meant it.

- Just try to be nice.

I did, but, Mom, you should see

how she treats me at school.

She's not this nice, sweet, innocent girl

everyone makes her out to be.

I know you, and there are always

two sides to your story.

It'd be nice

if you took my side for a change.

You need to take Bean for a walk.

MASSIE:

Um... I'm going down to the cabana.

That's where we sleep.

Come if you want.

Or not.

Okay.

Okay, would you rather be A,

a friendless loser...

...or B, a person with tons of friends

who secretly hate you?

Oh, easy. B.

Definitely B.

B all the way.

ALICIA:

Claire, what do you think?

Would you rather be a friendless loser...

...or a person with tons of friends

who secretly hate you?

Um...

I guess I'd rather be the friendless loser.

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