The Clique Page #7

How are you?

Good to see you. All right, have fun.

MAN 2:

Very good. Very good.

Layne.

- Wow, you look awesome.

- Oh.

Does everyone party like this

in Westchester?

Well, no one throws a party

like the Blocks.

Oh, hey.

Hey.

CLAIRE:

Hey, happy birthday.

Thanks.

Claire, this is my girlfriend, Fawn.

- Nice to meet you.

- You too.

- Hey, Fawn.

- Hi.

- All right, we'll see you guys later.

- Bye.

Wow.

Not even Massie could compete with her.

She's beautiful.

Yeah.

Speaking of Massie...

It looks so awesome.

MASSIE:

Ta-da!

ALICIA:

Oh, my God. Where'd you get that?

- That's so cute.

- Really cute.

KRISTEN:

You look amazing.

Yeah, Chris Babely

is seriously gonna freak.

A hundred dollars says tonight

you're getting your first kiss.

And maybe my second and third too.

ALICIA:

Oh, my God. That's too cute.

That's adorable. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

And sold for $ 15,000. Thank you.

I wish we could bid on something.

Think there will be anything

that goes for under 20 bucks?

Oh, hey.

MRS. BLOCK:

We'll start the bidding at $ 12,000.

Still no Massie.

Maybe the wicked witch of Westchester

is dead.

I'll be right back.

CLAIRE:

Alicia, these are yours.

The dresses.

My parents thought

I should give them back.

And your cell phone's in there too.

By the way,

nice job trying to oust Massie.

You got closer than I ever did.

MRS. BLOCK:

Sold for $ 17,500 to the lucky lady.

- Thank you.

CLAIRE:
Hey, Dylan.

For what it's worth,

you would've rocked that miniskirt.

MRS. BLOCK:

Before we wrap up our auction...

Thanks.

MRS. BLOCK:

Please save some room for dessert...

Where's Massie?

- because we have

a very special birthday presentation.

Chris Abeley, this one's for you.

CLAIRE:
I think it'd be nice if someone...

- What the...?

...said a few words about Chris.

- Claire Lyons, I'm gonna kill you!

I think I'd like Fawn, Chris's girlfriend...

...to please come up.

Chris's girlfriend, Fawn, come up here.

Fawn? Girlfriend?

Um...

I really don't know what to say.

Chris and I met back in the seventh grade,

you know.

- I wasn't really that interested...

CLAIRE:
Massie, it's safe to come out now.

FAWN:

I was like, whoa.

He has a girlfriend?

FAWN:
When he didn't hit me in the face

with a dodge ball...

...I knew he was the one.

Happy birthday, babe.

I love you.

I think I'm gonna barf.

Is it possible to actually die

of embarrassment?

If it were, I'd be dead a long time ago.

They fall off all the time, the charms.

Mm-hm.

MASSIE:

Um...

Thanks, you know,

for helping me back there.

You didn't have to do that.

I know.

Then why did you?

Because I'm not you.

That was you, right,

who sent the oatmeal text?

Yeah.

Why?

You could've been the hero.

Why'd you let me?

I don't know. I wanted to.

Come on, what about all the other times

you've tried to make my life miserable?

You don't get it, Claire.

You're right, I don't.

Look how quickly my friends

were willing to ditch me for you.

Yeah, so, what,

you have to be mean to me?

I mean, come on.

You're, like, a major threat.

Me? To who, you?

Are you kidding me?

Hey, the singing stopped.

Well, I better go find the girls.

It's not really a party without me.

This is going to sound totally weird,

but can I take your picture?

It's for my brother.

How can you two be related?

He's such a little creep.

I know.

Here.

And for the record, I'd pick A too.

What's A-2?

I'd rather be a friendless loser...

...than have a bunch of friends

who secretly hate me.

Did you have fun tonight?

Actually, I did.

Who gave you the flower?

Believe it or not, Massie did.

Not sure how long it'll last,

but I'm hoping for a while.

Are you talking about the flower

or Massie?

Both.

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