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Copyright © 2008 by Alloy Entertainment

All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the publisher.

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First Edition: February 2008

The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

ISBN: 978-0-316-04170-6


CLIQUE novels by Lisi Harrison


Chapter 1: Briarwood–Octavian Country Day School, The Café

Chapter 2: BOCD, The Great Lawn

Chapter 3: BOCD, The Great Lawn

Chapter 4: BOCD, The New Green Café

Chapter 5: BOCD, The Radio Booth

Chapter 6: BOCD, Health Class

Chapter 7: BOCD, The Bomb Shelter

Chapter 8: BOCD, The Bomb Shelter

Chapter 9: BOCD, The Second-Floor Bathroom

Chapter 10: BOCD, Overflow Trailers

Chapter 11: BOCD, The Indoor Pool

Chapter 12: Westchester, NY: Wrap Star Gourmet

Chapter 13: BOCD, Overflow Trailers

Chapter 14: BOCD, Main Building

Chapter 15: The Block Estate Glu Headquarters/The Spa

Chapter 16: BOCD, Overflow Trailers

Chapter 17: The Block Estate Glu Headquarters

Chapter 18: Olivia Ryan’s House Front Yard

Chapter 19: BOCD, Overflow Trailers

Chapter 20: Westchester, NY: Jakkob’s Salon

Chapter 21: BOCD, Campus Tiffany & Co. Trailers

Chapter 22: Westchester, NY: Rivera Estate

Chapter 23: The Block Estate Massie’s Bedroom

Chapter 24: BOCD, Assembly Hall

Chapter 25: BOCD, Main Building

Chapter 26: BOCD, Main Building

Chapter 27: BOCD, Main Building

Chapter 28: BOCD, The New Green Café

Chapter 29: BOCD, The New Green Café

The only thing harder than getting in is staying in.

Be sure to read all the novels in the #1
New York Times
bestselling CLIQUE series
The Clique
Best Friends For Never
Revenge Of The Wannabes
Invasion Of The Boy Snatchers
The Pretty Committee Strikes Back
Dial L For Loser
It’s Not Easy Being Mean
Sealed With A Diss
Bratfest At Tiffany’s

And keep your eye out for all five books in The Clique Summer Collection, coming April, May, June, July, and August 2008.

Be sure to read all the novels in the #1
New York Times
bestselling GOSSIP GIRL series

Gossip Girl
You Know You Love Me
All I Want Is Everything
Because I’m Worth It
I Like It Like That
You’re The One That I Want
Nobody Does It Better
Nothing Can Keep Us Together
Only In Your Dreams
Would I Lie To You
Don’t You Forget About Me
It Had To Be You

Keep your eye out for a new era of Gossip Girl: The Carlyles, coming May 2008.

CLIQUE novels by Lisi Harrison:










If you like THE CLIQUE, you may also enjoy:


Bass Ackwards and Belly Up
by Elizabeth Craft and Sarah Fain

Secrets of My Hollywood
Life by Jen Calonita

by Alisa Valdes-Rodriguez

by Tara Bray Smith

For Jesse Fox, who was with me every day while I wrote this.


Tuesday, September 8th


“Puh-lease!” Massie Block ripped the sign off the frosted glass doors of the Café.

“What are you
?” gasped Claire Lyons, searching the empty hall for witnesses.

“It’s a piece of poster board, Kuh-laire.” Massie kicked it aside. “What’s it gonna do, paper-cut us to death?”

Claire giggle-shrugged.

“Now get serious. This mission is top priority.” Massie gripped the door’s silver pump handle, with its back-to-school shine, and then paused to admire her deeply tanned, Chanel No. 19–scented hands.

Their rich butterscotch hue said, “Why, yes, my summer
perfect. I feel confident, relaxed, and on top of my game. I’m ready for the new year. Ready for the Briarwood boys to move into OCD. Ready to meet
defeat the new crop of seventh-graders. Ready to dominate—eighth-grade alpha style.”

But if asked, her heart would have told a very different story. …

More than anything, Massie wanted to collapse on the freshly waxed floor, curl into the fetal position, and roll straight into the school shrink’s office. Once comfortable, she’d tell Dr. Baum how she’d been stressing about this day since mid-May. How she was secretly afraid of the Briarwood boys. How her alpha status was in jeopardy. And how she was on high alert, in extreme danger of becoming an LBR.

“What exactly is an LBR?” Dr. Baum would ask, burgundy Montblanc poised above her yellow legal pad.

“Loser beyond repair.”

“Ahhh.” She would make note. “And why are you so afraid of

“I’m not afraid of
,” Massie would snap. “Just the Briarwood ones. Well, actually the soccer players.”

Dr. Baum would remove her rectangular black plastic LensCrafters frames and re-cross her hose-covered legs. “Go on.”

Massie would inhale deeply and then continue.

“Last year, the Pretty Committee won this key to a bomb shelter in the basement of OCD. Inside, there was a flat-screen that linked to the boys’ sensitivity-training class at Briarwood. We watched it a few times and heard all of their secret confessions. …”

Dr. Baum’s thin, coral pink lips would part, but knowing it was her job to listen and not judge people for spying, she’d nod attentively and continue speed-writing.

“After that we kind of started acting like freaks around our crushes because we thought we knew what they were thinking, even though it turns out we really didn’t, so they all dumped us at Skye Hamilton’s end-of-the-year costume party.”

Flipping to a new sheet of paper, the shrink would continue scribbling at a wrist-snapping pace.

“And it’s not so much being
that bugs me,” Massie would explain, “because it’s kind of alpha to have a bunch of ex-crushes. It shows you have experience.”

“So what
it that bugs you?” Dr. Baum would finally allow herself to ask.

Massie would run her hand across the pea green chenille fabric on the worn couch, searching for the best way to explain.

“It bugs me how the girls at OCD are so super-excited to have boys at our school.”

Dr. Baum would stop writing, look up, and put on her LensCrafters. Her head would tilt slightly to the right, and her black, overgrown brows would collide in confusion.

,” Massie would sigh, “if they’re as excited as I know they’re going to be, the boys will be upgraded to ‘beyond popular’ status, which automatically makes
the new alphas. And if the new alphas don’t like
—which they don’t—the Pretty Committee will be downgraded to LBRs. And if I become an LBR …” She’d look up at the white stucco ceiling, reversing the direction of her hot tears. “And if I become an LBR, I’ll have to move to Canada and start over and …” Massie would look at the doctor intensely. “And Glossip Girl doesn’t ship to Canada.” She’d grab a Puffs Plus from the wicker box on the end table and blow. “No one does.”

At this point Dr. Baum would immediately put down her notes, buzz her secretary, and insist she cancel all appointments for the rest of the year so she could devote all of her time to this very serious crisis. …

Hence, Massie’s early-morning decision to hyper-gloss.

The idea was to quadruple the weight of her lips, transforming them into an impenetrable wall. That way, her insecurities would be trapped inside her body, unable to escape. Better they stay churning and burning in the pit of her stomach than make themselves known on this crucial day, where first impressions could make or break the entire year.

“Are you sure we need to do this
?” Claire’s desperate whine forced Massie back to reality.

“More than sure.” Massie reached into her Be & D silver-and-black Venus bowler bag and pulled out a purple glitter-covered placard. She slapped it into Claire’s clammy hands.

Claire lifted her canvas beige bucket hat and scanned the glistening script with her wide blue eyes. “Table eighteen reserved for the Pretty Committee?”

“That’s what it says.” Massie beamed. The shiny, swirly letters were symbolic of her secret pledge—to sparkle and shine every day in the eighth grade.

Over the weekend, she’d ransacked the Westchester Mall, and bought up anything and everything that reflected light. But now, as the bright morning sun flooded the vacant halls of Briarwood-Octavian Country Day, Massie’s long-sleeved indigo sequin Tory Burch top suddenly reminded her of a tacky
Dancing with the Stars
contestant. And that made her snippier than Katie Holmes’s hairdresser in 2007.

“Kuh-laire!” she huffed. “Eighteen is
table. I don’t want some LBR seventh-grader or a pack of Briarwood boys to claim it. Do you?”

Claire knit her blond brows, which looked whiter than usual against her sun-soaked skin. “Why don’t I just wait here, so when they open the doors, I’ll be the first one in?” She glanced over her shoulder and checked the big white clock above a
banner the student council had spray-painted on a white Frette sheet.

“Um, are you my favorite Chinese takeout dish?” Massie tossed her long dark bangs past her gold-dusted cheekbones.

“No, why?”

“Then why act all gung ho?”

“I’m not.” Claire reddened. “I just don’t understand why I have to break into the Café and risk getting in trouble on my first day back.”

Massie twirled the purple hair streak below her right ear, which she’d dyed during her summer stint in Southampton. If anyone asked, she’d say a Parisian fashion insider had entrusted her with this soon-to-be-international trend. It was much easier than explaining the truth. And a lot more believable.

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