Decided to give "The Clique" a shot. Heh, and I'm supposed to be an emo. Whatever, here's the prologue.

Massie Block was currently making out with Derrick Harrington.

They were tangled up in a mess of arms and legs and (expensive) clothes. She was running her fingers through his shaggy dirty blond hair, and his arms were wrapped tightly around her waist.

Oh, God. Derrick thought as their tongues coiled around each other. It's been so long since I kissed—

Suddenly jolted back to Earth, he broke away from his ex-girlfriend.
"What-What about Dylan?" He gasped, wiping sweat off his brow. A hologram of the familiar redhead smiled sweetly in his mind.
"Ehmagawd, who cares about Dylan?" Massie only felt the slightest bit of guilt for her best friend. She pulled out the latest Glossip Girl tube, coating her lips with a fresh layer of lip gloss.
"You can have me. Isn't that, like, Miley going from Nick to Justin to Nick again?" She smiled.

Derrick stared at her with furrowed eyebrows, confused.
Massie sighed, slipping the lip gloss tube back into the back pocket of her True Religion jeans.
"Puh-lease, Derrick!" She put on her cutest pleading face, purposely using his actual name just so she could show that she knew it. "You can have two girlfriends. It'll work out, awnestly!"

Derrick felt a sense of euphoria. Two girlfriends? Massie and Dylan? Two hawt, popular girls at the same time?
"I don't know…" he said, pretending to think about it.
"Oh, come awn!" Massie crossed her arms. "We don't even go to the same school! It'll be toe-dally secret, I promise."
When she got no response, she stomped her Christian Louboutin heel, her amber eyes flickering. "Don't be a LBR."

After a moment of silence, Derrick finally answered.

"Okay."

And, just to prove that he wasn't a Loser Beyond Repair, he leaning in and found out what flavor Massie's Glossip Girl was.

Blue Jolly Ranchers, FYI.