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Copyright © 2005 by Alloy Entertainment

All rights reserved.

Little, Brown and Company

Hachette Book Group, USA

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First eBook Edition: October 2005

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 978-0-316-04166-9

CONTENTS

CLIQUE NOVELS

DEDICATION

CHAPTER 1: THE BLOCK ESTATE: MASSIE’S BEDROOM

CHAPTER 2: HIGH HILLS COUNTRY CLUB: THE VON VISTA DINING ROOM

CHAPTER 3: THE RIVERA ESTATE: WELCOME TO WESTCHESTER PARTY

CHAPTER 4: OCTAVIAN COUNTRY DAY SCHOOL: THE CAFÉ

CHAPTER 5: OCTAVIAN COUNTRY DAY SCHOOL: THE CAFÉ

CHAPTER 6: THE BLOCK ESTATE: MASSIE’S BEDROOM

CHAPTER 7: THE BLOCK ESTATE: MASSIE’S BEDROOM

CHAPTER 8: BRIARWOOD ACADEMY: SOCCER FIELD

CHAPTER 9: BRIARWOOD ACADEMY: SOCCER STADIUM

CHAPTER 10: THE BLOCK ESTATE: MASSIE (& CLAIRE)’S BEDROOM

CHAPTER 11: OCD: THE HALLS

CHAPTER 12: OCD: THE PARKING LOT

CHAPTER 13: THE BLOCK ESTATE

CHAPTER 14: OCD: THE CAFÉ

CHAPTER 15: BRIARWOOD ACADEMY: THE SOCCER FIELD

CHAPTER 16: OCD GYM THE LOVE STRUCK DANCE

CHAPTER 17: BRIARWOOD ACADEMY: THE FINALS

CHAPTER 18: BRIARWOOD ACADEMY: THE FINALS

CLIQUE novels by Lisi Harrison:

THE CLIQUE

BEST FRIENDS FOR NEVER

REVENGE OF THE WANNABES

INVASION OF THE BOY SNATCHERS

For Bubbie Rose

THE BLOCK ESTATE

MASSIE’S BEDROOM

Saturday, January 24th 7:00 P.M.

“Done, done, and done.” Massie Block stretched out her arms so she looked like the letter T, then collapsed face-first onto the fluffy purple duvet cover on her bed. Goose-down feathers puffed up around her like a taco shell when she landed, and she could feel her aching legs throbbing to the beat of her pounding heart. Who knew putting twenty-six Christmas presents away could be harder on the body than an eight-hour shopping spree on Fifth Avenue?

After a brief moment of peace, Massie’s amber eyes popped open and filled with panic.

“Ehmagod, Bean, what have I done?” She beckoned to her black pug. “Now my sheets are all messy.” Massie used her last bits of arm strength to push herself off the bed, and once she was standing on her white sheepskin rug, she smoothed her hand over the duvet and pulled each corner so it was taut and crease-free. She admired the gold lion charm as it dangled off her bracelet and dragged across the purple cotton. It was a Christmas gift from Claire.

And Massie legitimately liked it.

“It has double meaning,” Claire had said as she’d handed Massie the square-shaped red metallic box on Christmas day. “It’s a Leo, ’cause that’s your birth sign. And since it’s a lion, like my last name, you’ll always remember who gave it to you.”

Massie remembered how her stomach had churned after Claire said that. It had reminded her that the Lyons were about to move to Chicago. And Claire’s bright, innocent smile made it obvious that she still had no clue. Now that the holidays were over and school was about to start up again, Jay Lyons was finally going to break the news to his only daughter. Massie checked the stainless steel face of her new Coach watch with the dyed mahogany calf-hair strap. In one hour Claire would know everything.

Massie shook her head. She had worked too hard perfecting her bedroom and refused to let the Claire situation cloud the moment. There would be plenty of time for sadness later. So instead, she put her hands on her hips and admired her work.

“Bean, I don’t know what gift I ah-dore more.” Massie’s puppy was curled up in her new doggie bunk bed, fighting to keep her tired eyes open. “My new Bean mannequin or my Glossip Girl collection? They are both so ah-mazing.”

Every year for Christmas Massie got a new mannequin that had been custom made to her exact size. It was the perfect way for her to try on different outfits without having to get undressed and mess up her hair. Right now, her mannequin was wrapped in three different Dixons—the colored mesh tubes that she’d gotten as a special gift from the Teen People fashion editors. The gift had been their way of saying thank-you for modeling in their holiday issue.

And Massie couldn’t have been happier. She had already thought of thirty-seven ways to wear a Dixon and knew that with a little time she’d think of more.

But Massie wasn’t the only girl with her own mannequin. This year Santa had gotten one for Bean too.

The spongy foam dog was dressed in a maroon cable-knit wool sweater, tiny beige Ugg boots, and a cashmere scarf covered in different-colored pom-poms.