Sooo SAD

Hey people!

A week ago, Lisi Harrison, our adored author of the Clique, has posted some very bad news.
The Clique. Is. Officially. Ending. For. Good.
I am soooo upset. I love those books. I have read every single one. And never ever ever wanted it to die.
On the slightly warm side, we still have 2 more books to go. But it ends. On book number 14.

Anyways... Back to blogging.
Lisi is planning on writing a new series. Something new. Fresh. Unrelated to the Clique. So we have yet to read (along with Alphas, which I loveee)

We have upcomming books to read.
*These Boots Are Made For Stalking- A CLique Novel- in stores March10th
*Movers And Fakers- The Alphas- in stores March 10th
*My Little Phony- A CLique Novel (Which will switch to a very cute snakeskin cover)- in stores July 10th

Sigh. How I will miss the Clique.

Here are the two first chapters of TBAMFS!

THE MARVIL ESTATE
MERRI-LEE MARVIL’S CLOSET
THURSDAY, OCTOBER 30th
4:35 P.M.
“Rate my costume,” Massie Block demanded, spinning around in a circle so the Pretty Committee could see her black silk Theory jumpsuit and red patent-leather Brian Atwood pumps from every angle. Hands on hips, she ran her tongue over her fang-enhanced smile and dared her friends to give her anything less than a 9.2.
Alicia Rivera and Dylan Marvil conferred like they were front-row fashion critics and Merri-Lee Marvil’s two-story walk-in closet was the main tent at Bryant Park. Dylan’s mom had given the girls permission to accessorize their Halloween costumes with anything from her closet that had passed the Best if Worn By tags dangling from their hangers.
Claire Lyons flashed a pointy-eye-toothed grin. “Nine-point-eight!”
“Heart it.” Alicia applauded.
“To die for.” Kristen Gregory grabbed a lacy camisole that hung from the crystal wall sconce like a cobweb.
“Suuuuuuuck iiiiit, Bellllaaaaahhhh,” Dylan burped, reaching for another chewy ghost peep.
Without warning, an electric shiver shimmied down Massie’s spine. Maybe it was the sting of her new lip-plumping Glossip Girl Bite Me Berry stain. Maybe it was the eerie flicker of the Belle Fleur Cacao Tabaq soy candles Dylan had lit to get her friends in the Halloween spirit. Or maybe it was the thrill of knowing that the Pretty Committee was back together and tighter than Massie’s abs after a two-hour Zumba-thon.
Alicia lifted her palm and Massie leaned down to victory-five it. When their palms met, waves of understanding flowed between them. Without saying a word, it was clear that Alicia would never try to be the alpha of her own clique again, like she’d done with the Soul-M8s, her failed boy-girl clique. And Massie would try to be a little less Bumble & Bumble super-hold hairspray and a little more Frederic Fekkai flexible hold.
“Are you sure Landon won’t think it’s juvenile?” Massie asked, adjusting her black lace gloves. Now that she had an ah-dorable, fashion-savvy ninth-grade crush, the margin for fashion error was slimmer than a pair of J Brand Skinny jeans.
“Did you ask him to go trick-or-treating yet?” Kristen pushed herself to her feet, then teetered to the far wall in platform Jimmy Choos to riffle through the hanging clothes. Polaroids of Merri-Lee wearing the outfits hung from the hangers, expiration dates inked in red.
“Not officially,” Massie admitted. “But we’ve been texting about hanging out tomorrow night. He’s probably just waiting for me to let him know the plan.” She nibbled her bottom lip, wishing she could sneak a quick text check.
“Josh’s been tweeting all week about how pumped he is to see me in my costume.” Alicia reached for a blood orange slice and popped it in her mouth.
“Derrington’s definitely coming,” Dylan announced, pretending to examine her flat-ironed red locks for split ends.
“Good.” Massie flashed a reassuring smile, to prove she was fine with Dylan and Kristen crushing on her exes. So getting two of her crushes stolen had left her with more trust issues than the U.S. Treasury. But thanks to her new subliminal confidence-building CD, Surviving Male Betrayal, she was guaranteed to lose those issues faster than Nicole Richie shed her baby weight. Or else Oprah and her book club would have some serious explaining to do.
Just then, a deep, evil laugh boomed from the intercom.
“MUUUUUUUUAAAAAHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHAAAAAAAAA.”
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” the whole PC screamed. Claire panic-flung a gummy foot across the room. Dylan grabbed the top off a Prada shoe box and held it in front of her like a shield. And Bean, Massie’s black pug, leapt off a bed of Hermès silk scarves and made a beeline to Massie, her red silk cape fluttering behind her like she was an ah-dorable superhero.
“Bean!” Massie swooped down to rescue her puppy. Bean’s custom white fangs tipped with OPI’s Vampire State Building polish chattered in fear.
Seconds later, Layne Abeley appeared in the arched double doorway in a ghouls just wanna have fun T-shirt and neon orange skinny jeans.
“Ehmagawd, Layne!” Massie said, her heart racing in her chest. “You almost gave Bean a heart attack!”
“Sorrrrrry.” Layne plopped down next to Claire like she belonged there.
The PC insta-grabbed their phones.
DYLAN: K, DID U INVITE LAYNE?
KRISTEN: NOPE. U?
ALICIA: THE SHIRT SUCKS.
DYLAN: AND THE PANTS BITE.☺
MASSIE: OUTFIT SHOULD B 6 FT UNDER.☺
DYLAN: WONDER IF C INVITED HER?
MASSIE: PROBS. JUST IGNORE HER.
Massie took a giant gulp of her Draculatte to wash down the guilt lump starting to form in her throat. The truth was that when Layne had complained in second-period French about not having a costume, Massie had mentioned where the PC would be after school. Which meant she’d semi-invited the LBR. But she hadn’t really had a choice. When Dylan and Kristen had stolen ex-Derrington and ex-Dempsey, Layne had produced her brother Chris Abeley’s ninth-grade friends. Including Landon Crane.
But most important, when Massie had been forced to hire actors for her new clique to make the old one jealous, Layne hadn’t told a soul (or a Soul-M8).
“What’re you guys supposed to be anyway?” Layne piped up, double-knotting the green glitter laces on her black Converse sneakers.
Dylan rolled her eyes. “We’re going as trampires.”
“Huh?” Layne’s under-plucked brows inched toward each other as she helped herself to the tray of bite-size brownies, blood oranges, and dark chocolate–covered popcorn.
“Trampires,” Alicia repeated, tightening the silver braided belt she wore over a strapless slate gray Alexander Wang dress. “Hawt vampires.” She’d ripped holes in a pair of Merri-Lee’s DKNY fishnets and painted tiny bite marks on her leg with a scarlet YSL lip liner. “Genius, right? Massie thought of it.”
Dylan smile-thanked Massie for the idea before yanking down the hem of her black Cosabella slip.
Massie beamed You’re welcome. This year, every girl in eighth was either dressing up like Bella Swan or one of the Cullen girls, which meant the vampire trend was deader than dead. So she’d added an alpha twist.
“I get the tramp part.” Layne inspected Claire’s lace-trimmed burgundy slip. “But what’s the pire part?”
“We’re not spray-tanning this year,” Massie explained. “So we’ll be super-pale.”
“Come on, Layne,” Claire said. “Let’s go find you a costume.” She pushed herself to her feet, then gripped Layne’s hands and pulled her up too.
“Okay. But nothing trampy.” She followed Claire up the spiral staircase to the second floor.
“Style-sucker,” Alicia called after them. Her dark hair looked glossier than usual in the candlelight.
“Ah-greed,” Massie giggled, settling on the floor next to Kristen. Being back together with her friends felt better than one of Jakkob’s post-highlight scalp massages. She pinky-swore to herself that she would never let crush issues crush the Pretty Committee again.
Massie’s iPhone buzzed again.
LANDON: IS BEAN UP 4 A DATE W/BARK 2MORROW NITE?
“Ehmacrush!” Massie giggle-beamed at her iPhone. She pulled Bean into her lap, fingering the silver charms that hung from the pug’s purple silk charm collar. The collar had been a gift from Landon and his pug, Bark Obama. Bean refused to go anywhere without it.
Kristen and Alicia dove toward Massie’s cell.
“Whasshesay?” Dylan wobbled across the closet and crouched behind Massie.
“You’re so gonna lip-kiss tomorrow night,” Alicia predicted.
“Prah-bly,” Massie said coyly, even though the thought of lip-kissing an older man made her gloss sweat.
Bean jumped from Massie’s lap and scampered in hyper circles around the girls, her tiny pink tongue flapping in the cacao-scented air.
“Hey!” Layne bellowed, bending over the railing above. She was wearing a long red silk bathrobe. “I’m Little Dead Riding Hood!” Claire was drawing bloody gashes on Layne’s face with a cheap Wet N Wild lip liner.
Massie held up a hand, silencing the chatter, then fired back a reply.
MASSIE: PAWS-IBLY.☺ BRING BARK BY MY HOUSE AT 7:45. TRICK-OR-TREATING STARTS AT 8.
LANDON: CAN’T. MOVIE SCARE-A-THON @ A FRIEND’S. WANNA JOIN?
“He wants me to hang out with his friends,” Massie said slowly. Her Draculatte swirled violently in her stomach.
Dylan’s dark chocolate–stained lips melted into a thin, pursed line. “What’re you gonna do?”
Bean stopped mid-circle and rapid-blinked at Massie.
Alicia and Kristen leaned forward slightly, begging her with wide eyes not to ditch them for her crush. Bean pleaded to see Bark, her black eyes round and moist with hope. “Bark!” she yapped, in case Massie didn’t get the point
Massie reached for her latte, stalling for time. On the one hand, the thought of Landon not seeing her in her trampire costume made her blood run cold. On the other hand, hadn’t she just pinky-sworn to herself that she would never let a crush crush the Pretty Committee?
The drops of red food coloring staining the frothy white latte foam in her cup caught Massie’s eye, reminding her that she and the PC weren’t just friends. They were like blood-sisters. And blood-sisters didn’t desert their friends for boys. Not even if those boys were fashion-loving, pug-owning, ninth-grade-attending hawties.
She swallowed. “I’m obviously going trick-or-treating,” she said definitively, as if she’d never considered another option.
Dylan, Kristen, and Alicia breathed a sigh of relief, then fanned out to complete their costumes. Bean sulk-yapped, collapsing on the floor in defeat.
Before Massie could change her mind, she texted Landon.
MASSIE: CAN’T.TRICK-OR-TREATING W/THE GIRLS. BEAN=☹.
Massie felt like someone was stiletto-stabbing her in the heart, then filling the hole with a million insecurities. She re-glossed quickly, to seal them in.
Bean lifted her head hopefully at the sound of Massie’s buzzing phone.
LANDON: WANNA BRING BEAN 2 THE SCARE-A-THON? AT LEAST THE PUPPIES CAN HANG. I’LL CHAPERONE.
Massie paused. She’d never let Bean out of her sight for an entire night before. But then again . . .
“Bean!” she said. “Want me to drop you off at Bark’s tomorrow?”
Bean leapt up and barreled full-force into Massie’s lap, her charm collar jangling happily.
Massie giggled, breathing in the warm scent of her puppy’s customized vanilla bean shampoo. At least if Massie couldn’t be with her crush on Halloween, Bean could be with hers. And if dropping Bean off at Landon’s led to a) Landon witnessing Massie looking ah-mazing in her trampire costume, b) Landon ditching his friends in favor of trick-or-treating with the PC, or c) Landon vowing never to leave Massie’s side again, then so be it.
Besides, there were other perks. Massie scratched underneath Bean’s collar, pinching the tiny silver dog-bone charm between her index finger and thumb. The charm was a SnoopDawg; it had a tiny camera inside that sent a video feed to the SnoopDawg Web site so pet owners could monitor their pets 24/7. All Massie had to do was activate the charm and check the site from her iPhone tomorrow night, and she could watch Bean’s every move.
And Landon’s.
Massie giggle-grinned to herself, feeling her insecurities retreat. It was the perfect way to keep an eye on her new crush. She knew it was sneaky, but who cared? She’d promised to work on her trust issues. And she would.
Starting Monday
MASSIE’S CURRENT STATE OF THE UNION
IN
OUT
Trampires
Vampires
Friday, Oct. 31st
Friday the 13th
SnoopDawg Charm Collar
Tiffany & Co. Charm Bracelet

WESTCHESTER, NEW YORK


HEMMING WAY

Friday, October 31st

8:13 p.m.

Claire Lyons linked arms with Massie, who linked arms with

Alicia, who linked arms with Kristen, who linked arms with

Dylan. Together, Claire and her fellow trampires charged

through the darkness toward the first house of the night,

Guerlain-powdered faces deathly pale and Crest Whitestripped

fangs gleaming. David and Victoria Beckham, a Masai bush-

man, a bloody-fanged ump-pire, and Chewbacca from Star

Wars followed close behind. The click-clack of the girls’ heels

on the pavement pierced the crisp night air, sending clusters

of drugstore costume–wearing amateurs scrambling out of

the way.

“Caaaaaaaannnndy,” Dylan droned like a zombie, staring

down the driveway that led to a looming Tudor-style mansion.

Smoke from the glowing paper luminaries lining the drive

mixed with the warm smells of melted caramel, burnt marsh-

mallows, and Massie’s signature Chanel No. 19 perfume.

Goosebumps prickled Claire’s bare arms, but she was too

excited to care. Her gray fleece didn’t exactly go with Merri-

Lee Marvil’s burgundy D&G slip dress and black satin Ferrag-

amo peep-toes. And claiming the chills would give Claire the

perfect excuse later to snuggle up to her crush, Cam Fisher.

“Guh-ross.” Alicia flashed her fangs as the PC led their

crushes and Layne around a tiered stone fountain in front of

crushes and Layne around a tiered stone fountain in front of

the estate. Hundreds of rubber eyeballs bobbed in the churn-

ing water, which had been dyed dark red to look like blood.

“Huuarughhhh,” grunted Layne from beneath her rubber

Chewbacca mask. Her brown, feather-covered unitard was

stuffed with fluffy down pillows for extra padding.

Claire giggled, secretly loving that Layne had turned down

her offer to be a trampire so she could dress like Chewie.

“Sweet!” Derrington yelled, rushing the fountain and

scooping a handful of the painted rubber eyeballs from the

water. “Ammo!”

Dylan rolled her eyes, but a smile twitched at the corners

of her mouth as Derrington punted the spheres at Dempsey.

“Hey!” Dempsey swung at the eyeballs with the ten-foot

spear he’d used to accessorize his tiny red loincloth. “My mom

got this at a tribal ceremony in Africa! She’ll kill you if it gets

messed up.”

“And she’ll kill you if she realizes her skirt’s missing from

her display case,” Kristen chided her crush, tugging at the

pewter Undrest chemise she wore over lumpy metallic leg-

gings; she had a ski suit on under her costume in case she ran

into her mom and had to do a quick change. The overall effect

was more sumo wrestler than sexy trampire.

Out of eyeballs, Derrington ran back over and punched

Josh-slash-Victoria Beckham in the shoulder. “Dude, this is a

family show. Keep it clean.”

“Huh?” Josh Spice glanced down. Without Alicia’s C-cups

to hold it in place, the black strapless minidress he’d borrowed

from her was starting to inch down his chest. “Whoops. I

guess I need a smaller size.” He grinned, cracking the perma-

Posh-frown he’d painted on with lip liner.

Alicia’s cheeks flushed to match her Stila-stained pout.

“It’sbigonmetoo.”

Cam let out a quiet snicker and Claire elbowed him swiftly

in the ribs. Not that she was actually mad. Even in an umpire

mask and blood-tipped fangs, Cam looked adorable. The furry

bat on his shoulder had been Claire’s idea, and it was the per-

fect finishing touch for his ump-pire costume.

“Claire, are you a judge on Dancing with the Stars?” Mass-

ie’s voice jolted Claire from her Cam-coma. Or, as Massie liked

to call it, her Cam-a.

“Nope.”

“Then quit checking Cam’s every move.” Massie resumed

her strut, leading the girls and their crushes toward the

house.

Busted. Claire grinned, relieved that Massie was in a good

mood despite being crush-minus for the night. She was even

more relieved that the Pretty Committee was finally back to

normal. And it was partly thanks to her. When she’d figured

out that Massie had hired actors for her new crew, Claire had

taken matters into her own hands. She’d secretly convinced

the actors to act clingier than a cheap jersey dress so Massie

would realize who her true friends were. And now the PC was

back and stronger than Zac and Vanessa.

When they reached the end of the driveway, Dylan

whipped her red feather boa around her neck with a flourish

and tromped up the stone steps toward the arched wooden

door.

Claire burst out laughing at the sight of a very tiny Luke

Skywalker coming down the steps, swishing a neon light

saber at an imaginary opponent.

“Huuuuuuuuuargh,” Chewie squealed.

“Layne,” Massie snapped, the tips of her fangs showing

slightly. “English, puh-lease.”

Chewie swung her wrinkly rubber face in Claire’s direc-

tion.

“Method acting,” Claire explained. “She can’t break char-

acter.”

Massie rolled her kohl-lined eyes. “Actors,” she said, just

loud enough for Dempsey to hear. Then she planted her Chanel

Black Satin–polished nail on the doorbell, and a ghoulish wail

echoed inside the dark entryway.

Seconds later, a silver-haired man in a cornflower blue

cardigan and a neon green Frankenstein mask answered the

door. A giant glass bowl overflowing with colorfully wrapped

goodies was cradled under his left arm.

“Trick-or-treeeeeeaaaat,” Claire bellowed along with her

friends.

Except for Massie, who was sneaking a peek at her iPhone.

And Chewie, who grunted, “Huuua huuaaaarrghhhhh!”

The trampires extended their bags. They’d chosen the roomi-

est designer totes they owned, to maximize candy-filling poten-

tial. The boys and Layne had brought Hefty garbage bags.

“Well,” a muffled, grandfatherly voice leaked from the rubber mask. “Aren’t you all”—the mask surveyed the tram-

pires’ barely there costumes—“something.”

“Given.” Alicia beamed.

“Fill ’er up,” Dylan interrupted, elbowing her way to the

front door and yanking open the black patent Versace rolling

trolley she used for overnight trips.

Frankenstein peered skeptically inside the suitcase, then

dropped a tin of chocolate hazelnut espresso beans into the

empty tote. It landed with a hollow thud.

“Thanks.” Dylan didn’t budge.

Frankenstein took the hint, digging a small gold box of

chocolates and a pack of colorful gummies from the bowl. He

dropped those in the bag too. Claire’s mouth watered and she

shifted impatiently in her peep-toes.

“Dylan.” Massie had stashed her iPhone back in her bag.

“Are you a Barney’s twenty-four-hour sale?”

Dylan shook her head, sending her professionally straight-

ened locks swinging in a shimmering velvet curtain around

her shoulders.

Massie glanced at Alicia, Claire, and Kristen.

“’Cause you’re taking ALL DAY!” the girls cackled, hip-

bumping Dylan out of the way.

Claire tried not to gawk as Frankenstein filled the rest

of the PC’s designer candy bags. Comparing Halloween in

Orlando to Halloween in Westchester was like comparing

Keds to Kors. Here, Claire’s tote was filled with chocolates

from the Godiva G collection, Dean & Deluca butter caramels,

and gummy vampire fangs from Dylan’s Candy Bar. In Florida,

the best Claire could hope for in her plastic pumpkin was a

mini Snickers. Once, she’d gotten a tube of denture cream.

Yip! Yip! Yip!

Massie blushed under her pressed powder and hugged her

bag to her chest.

“What was that?” Claire demanded as they made their

way down the steps.

“What was what?” Massie asked lightly. They passed a

gaggle of sixth-graders dressed as the cast of High School

Musical who were pelting one another with reject candy.

Ducking to avoid taking a cellophane-wrapped candy apple

to the head, Claire furrowed her brow at Massie’s tote.

“Your bag barked.” Claire cocked her head slightly to the

right, staring directly into Massie’s eyes. It was the same

look Massie gave Alicia when she suspected her of withhold-

ing good gossip.

“Puh-lease. I invented that look.” Massie shook her head,

staring over Claire’s shoulder into the chilly darkness.

But Claire had learned from the best and she refused to

look away.

Massie sighed. “Fine,” she said, unzipping her bag and

pulling out her iPhone. “It’s the SnoopDawg Web site. It

barks every time Bean shifts positions.” She tilted the phone

in Claire’s direction.

“Uh . . . I don’t see anything,” Claire said into the black

screen.

“I know,” Massie huffed. “The charm got twisted around

or something. It’s recording Bean’s throat.”

Claire shook her head, swallowing a giggle. “Come on,”

she coaxed. “Put the phone away. Bean’s fine.”

“Fine.” Massie chucked her phone into her bag. “Happy?”

But the gleam in her amber eyes proved she wasn’t really

mad.

“Let’s move, people,” Dylan interrupted. “There’s still six

houses on this street.”

Claire and Massie linked arms with Alicia, Dylan, and

Kristen and turned to go.

“Wait. Where’d the boys go?” Alicia sucked in her breath

and stopped dead in her tracks, yanking Claire and the rest

of girls to a halt. Keeping her elbow locked with Claire’s, she

dragged the PC chain in a 180-degree turn, making them look

like the Rockettes prepping for their finale in the middle of

the driveway.

Claire squint-searched for Cam. “Um, there.” She pointed

to the front lawn, where her crush, the rest of the boys, and

Layne were rearranging a giant spider lawn ornament in the

yard to make it look like it was humping a defenseless jack-

o’-lantern. Claire blushed.

Kristen sighed.

Alicia lowered her eyes to the pavement.

“Come on. The boys’ll catch up later,” Massie ordered,

steering them toward the street.

At least it’s dark, Claire thought to herself, embarrassed

for their crushes and Layne. Maybe no one would recognize

Cam in his ump-pire mask. Josh Spice, on the other hand . . .

“Hotz! Hotz! Hotz!” Suddenly the boys sprinted past the PC, egging Josh on as he ran barefoot into the street. He held

the giant lawn spider over his head like an Olympic trophy.

“My pumps!” Alicia wailed, speed-leading the PC in the

boys’ wake. “Those were vintage!”

Behind them, Layne pity-patted Alicia’s shoulder with a

hairy paw.

“Yip! Yip! Yip!” Bean’s bark leaked from Massie’s bag

again. She reached for her phone. Again.

Massie stare-silenced Claire before she could say a word.

“It just so happens, Kuh-laire, that this is the longest Bean

and I have ever been apart. What kind of mother would I be

if I didn’t—”

“No lights.” Josh huffed as the girls caught up to them in

front of the next house on the street. He bent over like he was

cramping from too many soccer sprints.

“And no decorations,” Dempsey shuddered, his bare legs

starting to turn a grayish-purple in the cold.

“Which means no good candy.” Dylan leaned against her

rolling suitcase, narrowing her eyes at the modest two-story

brick house in front of them. A single, unlit jack-o’-lantern

sagged on the front stoop.

“Steeeeeeeer-ike three!” Cam called, baring his fangs.

Claire’s heart fluttered in her chest.

“Opposite of worth it,” Alicia decided after a quick

re-gloss.

“Skip it,” Kristen declared.

“No way,” Claire said firmly. “N.H.L.B.”

“N.H.L.B.?” Kristen echoed.

“No House Left Behind,” Claire explained. “That means we

hit every house, every year. No exceptions.”

Cam’s blue eye filled with admiration. So did his green

one.

“We’re not in it for the candy, Kuh-laire,” Massie said

dismissively. “We’re in it for the costumes.” She crossed her

arms over her jumpsuit.

“I’minitforboth,” Dylan clarified.

Claire shrugged at Massie. “Whatevs,” she said, Cam’s

encouragement fueling her like a mid-morning gummy fix. She

stepped onto the front lawn, her satin-covered heels immedi-

ately sinking into the grass.

Dylan popped another fistful of espresso beans, then leapt

onto the lawn. “Coming!”

Layne grunted her approval, lumbering slowly behind

Dylan. Cam and the boys followed.

“This better be good,” Massie sighed.

Claire led her friends though the cold, wet grass, exhila-

rated. Last year, Massie definitely wouldn’t have given in to

her so easily. It felt like catching Massie without gloss in the

morning—a rare moment of vulnerability. Or maybe the alpha

was finally letting go of her Lycra ways.

Claire was the first to reach the door. An orange plastic

bowl filled with candy sat on the front steps of the dark house,

and a handwritten sign was taped to the bowl.

take Whatever you Want. then leave.

“Done and done.” Just as Claire was about to dig into the

bowl, flickering lights to her left caught her eye. In a glass-

enclosed sunroom off the side of the house, a giant flat screen

broadcast a larger-than-life image of Janet Leigh showering

in the Bates Motel.

“Move it or lose it, Kuh-laire.” Massie and the other tram-

pires crowded onto the stoop.

“It’s Psycho!” Claire said, pointing to the TV. “My all-time

favorite horror—”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” High-pitched screams erupted

from inside, and bright white light from the screen illumi-

nated a group of girls and guys crammed onto a leather sofa

together. Two tiny puppies were curled up in a bowl on one

of the girls’ laps.

Claire froze at the sight of three very familiar faces:

Landon Crane. Bean Block. And Bark Obama.

On the screen, a dark, knife-wielding figure appeared

behind the white curtain. Blood swirled down the drain. But

the horror on-screen was nothing compared to the scene

unfolding next to Claire.

Massie’s eyes narrowed and her fangs gleamed in the

blue light. Claire’s heart plunged lower than Josh’s neckline.

Landon Crane had no idea, but his Halloween scare-a-thon

was about to get seriously terrifying.

Love.
xoxo

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Heyyyy

Again, really sorry I haven't been posting but my internet has been dead for a loonnnnng time.

It's really hard for me to fit Clique blogging so I'm only going to post on Wednesdays or Tuesdays.

BOOK: Boys R Us. First page and a half :

THE BLOCK ESTATE
WESTCHESTER, NY
SUNDAY, OCTOBER 11th
5:35 P.M.

Claire Lyons trudged across the immaculately manicured lawn of the Block Estate, feeling the same way she felt after a worthy contestant got voted off American Idol: Technically, she hadn’t been the one everyone text-rejected. But she felt the sting just the same.
Cam Fisher flirt-punched her shoulder. “You okay?”
“Huh?” Claire glanced up at her crush. The warmth in Cam’s one blue eye and one green eye shielded her against the late afternoon chill. She buried her hands inside the sleeves of the burgundy Briarwood Tomahawks jersey she wore over grey leggings and flirt-punched him back. “Easy!”
“Ow!” He laughed. A grape bubble gum-scented cloud puffed from his mouth. It smelled like love.
“Worried about Massie?” Cam slipped his arm around her shoulder and left it there for approximately three Mississippi’s before stuffing it back in the pocket of his red hoodie.
Claire nodded, nibbling her Blistex-coated bottom lip to keep from purring. Now was not the time to think about how she and Cam were so close or how he could practically read her mind. And now was definitely not the time to sneak an intoxicating noseful of Drakkar Noir. Now was the time to focus on being there for Massie, since the rest of the Pretty Committee was avoiding her way Lindsay avoided food.
It had been less than forty-eight hours since Alicia, Dylan, and Kristen had boycotted Massie’s Friday night sleepover, but to Claire, it felt longer than lent. She’d spent most of that time fielding four-way texts and calls from her friends, having no idea how to respond. Dylan vented about how she and Derrington could have taken their crush public a week earlier if it weren’t for Massie holding her back. Alicia bragged how much better her cheer squad, the Heart-Nets, was going to be than Massie’s, since Alicia was a superior choreographer. And Kristen kept moaning about bad sushi.
Massie, on the other hand, hadn’t reached out since Claire and Cam had shown up to her sleepover and found her totally alone. Her silence felt eerie, like the calm before the doors opened for a 75 percent off sale at BCBG. Because madness was sure to follow.
“Do you really think Alicia and Dylan’ll stay mad forever?” Cam’s gentle voice brought Claire back.
She wished she could tell Cam that the Pretty Committee would be back together before dinner. But Alicia and Dylan seemed done with Massie’s rigid, Lycra-ing ways. Done with the alpha controlling who they crushed on, what they wore, and what they did with their Friday nights. Actually, Claire understood their frustration better than anybody. Before Massie, she’d been perfectly content with her non-designer wardrobe. Now, she could barely walk past an Old Navy without imagining being shot at by a round of deadly comebacks.
“Dunno,” she replied honestly. She tried not to think about what could happen if her friends stayed mad. Sure, Lycra kept a tight hold on things. It could even feel suffocating. But it also held everything in its place. Without Massie, the Pretty Committee could fall apart. And where would that leave Claire?
“Sucks,” he offered, obviously trying to sound sympathetic and male at the same time.
It was adorable that Cam thought he knew just how dire the situation was. But no matter how many times Claire tried to explain, he couldn’t possibly understand. At this point a reunion for the Pretty Committee seemed less likely than a five-year wedding anniversary for Spencer and Heidi.

Yup, this is BIG news. Now that I have read this I sooooo want to read it. Ugh, I can't believe it's coming out in July. That's like 3 months away!!!

LOOK: Because guess what? Elizabeth McLaughlin died her hair black. To check out a mini interview- video about her new style click here.

POSTS (not including mine):

Awesome Sophie (Dylan in movie), posted about her vaca in Rome with her family and friend. Click here to check it out. And for more pictures be sure to click here, here, and here. And be sure to check out her video here.

EVENTS:

This actrually happened February 7 in a Private mansion in Beverly Hills provided exclusively by the sponsor, SOTHEBY'S INTERNATIONAL REALTY. This included the Clique cast members (Elizabeth, Sophie, Ellen, Samantha, and Dylan Minette). It looked awesome.

" In celebration of their newly released single, "Rock the Block", Teen Pop Duo THE G-GIRLZ presents "A ROCKIN' VALENTINE" CELEBRITY BASH to benefit Cupcakes for Cancer. The star-studded event will feature music by 102.7 KIIS-FM GIRL PHENOM MIXER, DJ Shy, dancing, hor d'oeuvres, desserts, mock-tail bar (courtesy of Red Bull), and a G-GIRLZ surprise for all guests! All proceeds to benefit "Cupcakes for Cancer", a charity founded by 13-year old chemo survivor, Blakely Colvin (myspace.com/cupcakesforcancer) "

For more info about it click here.

For pics ( from Elizabeth) click here. (from Sophie) click here, here.

PROJECTS:

-Lisi has updated that the next clique movie will be made when the economic times are better. Of course that doesn't mean one will be made.

-Sam's project , The Perfect Game, in which she plays Gloria, will come out this year. Stars Jake T. Austin (Wizards of Waverly Place, Hotel for Dogs, Go Diego Go) and Moises Arias (Hannah Montana, Nacho Libre).
-Sophie tells us that she might have an upcoming project, which is really cool.

-Bridget's film, Labor Pains, with Lindsey Lohan. She plays Emma. Will be Released May 23.

- Bridget is in post-production filming Alvin and the Chipmunks: The Squeakquel. Playing a character named Becca. Coming out December 25, 2009.

POLL: Yeah I'll put up a new poll as soon as I press "Publish Post". Last poll's result was... *drum roll please*

YOU WOULD HEART THAT...

You could own every clique item signed by Lisi............................... 2%

Star in the Clique Movie........................................................................ 32%

CO-write the Clique books with Lisi.................................................... 4%

Live a life like any of the characters.....................................................60%

Thanks for every single one of you 89 people for voting. I heart that!

xoxo

~A


PS: I have gotten ALOT of questions on the official Clique models' names. I would like to thank Massie for telling me there name for ALicia model is Samantha Betzag and the name for Dylan is Kara-Lynn Gonchar. And a reminder from my older post that Massie model's name is Tsanira Merrin.

SOS, (sooooo obviously sorry!!!)

Heyyy people!

I am sorry times 10 for not posting more often. Sorry, sorry, sorry!
Back to Clique-y buisness...

THE POLL RESULTS!:
Well for my backrground color, most of you think that:
-green ........................................................17%
-brown .......................................................3%
-blue .......................................................... 21%
-pink (the way it is now).......................... 57%

Annnnddd on PS I Loathe You:
-Yay! .......................................................... 66%
-Nay! .......................................................... 8%
-Didn't read it yet... .................................. 25%

For the first post 89 poeple voted and on the second 130 people voted. You guys rock! For:
1. reading my blog (haha) regularly (maybe)
2. voting on the polls (haha)
3. being an awesome Clique fan

Oh and TBAMFS stands for These Boots Are Made for Stalking! Congrats to Erin!!! She toe-dally guessed right. Yayyyy! Oh and BTW, I gave my shout-out to you Erin on Lisi's BLAH-G, under comments. I think it's comment 50 ish some.

Sooo with
-Boys "R" Us
-These Boots Are Made For Stalking
-Charmed and Dangerous: The Rise Of The Pretty Committee
-The Alphas

We Clique fans are pumped up! We cannawt wait! Well at least I am!

Talking about Clique fans, our affie, The Pretty Committee, is having a contest. You have to send in a pic of yourself, holding PS I Loathe You up, (you must be a member and in the e-mail make sure to include your name and username) you might have a chance of winning a real pair of Chanel earrings. Cute!

Okayy and Shout out to Leyla411 for winning the "Trivia Question of the Week". It was Todd.
Annnndd let me please remind you !: NO ANSWERS IN THE COMMENT SECTION WILL BE ACCEPTED. YOU HAVE TO SEND ME AN E-MAIL!!! (BTW, POSTED ON RIGHT)

xoxo
~A

Poll Results!!!

Heyyyyy people!!!

Oh-kay so the question of the last poll was:

What are you most anticipating for the upcoming book, PS I Loathe You?
- cute cover!......................................... 23 %
- the ah-mazing plot!.......................... 63%
- the ah-mazing stickers!................... 10%
- It's only a book! ............................... 2 %

SOOOO most of you (47 people voted!!!) are just dying to read the ah-some story!!!
OH and the next poll is too long to post on the side so it will be on this post. Leave your vote inthe comment section or send me an e-mail ( annescliqueupdates@gmail.com)

The next movie would be aw-some if it was based on..

-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
- Massie (S.C.)
- Dylan (S.C.)
- Alicia (S.C.)
- Kristen (S.C.)
- Claire (S.C.)
- PS I Loathe You (once you've read it)
- Boys R US (Once it comes out)
- The Clique Prequel (Once it comes out)

Yup. Just leave a comment with your vote. It's that Easy.

xoxo

~ A

BOYS R US Cover choices!

Heyyy people!

Awn my recent post I have told you that Lisi gave us 3 possible choices for the BOYS R US cover. I did not post the pictures because they were too small. However, I have found them in much, much, much bigger (which I was hoping for). I'll post all three and also post an exclusive poll in which you may cast your vote on your favorite. (will last 1 week)

The "yellow" cover (or 1 cover)

The "Pink" cover (or 2 cover)
The "Green" cover (or 3 cover)


SOOOOOOOOO... pick your fave and vote!!!!!! also keep in mind he color and the model's pose.
I think anyone would be ahw-some but like I said vote, vote, vote!!!

xoxo
~ A


PS: I just wanted to anounce that I've won a clique contest from cliquemovie.com!!! I really excited and happy =)

"Boys" dish and tell!

Heyy people!

So yesterday Lisi posted a BLAH-G pretty much about "Boys R Us". Here's what she said:

"The Clique breaks up in a big way. Alicia starts a new clique that includes crushes and calls it the Mani-Pretty’s. Massie, not one for being outdone or friendless, finds a Clique of her own made up of actresses from New York City. And you will nawt believe who her new beta is. "

I so can NAWT wait!!! Sounds so drama-tic! But come awn! Who will be the new actresses? And I hope the rest of the PC will still be with Massie. And I really don't want Layne to be the new beta. It should be Claire or someone who won't try to de-throne Mass.

Anyways check Lisi's BLAH-G to see all the 3 possible cool choices for "Boys R Us". I know I showed you guys the yellow one but know she annouced there will be a pink and green one too. So check it out and tell me which one's best. I wished that the pics would have been larger for me to show you guys awn this page.

And Again, Go to the bookstore to purchase PS I Loathe You Feb 10 !!! (Sure you could get it out of the library but wouldn't you want to keep the cute stickers included?? ;)

xoxo,

~ Anne

The Anne is Back! LOL

Heyyy!

Sorry for the long delaybut i have been on a holiday break. Of course I wanted to post but there's nothing really going awn in the clique world... which brings me to my next point!

Lisi is also back with tons of news : she moved offices and plans to paint her walls in really ah-dorable colors, and a big dish in PS I Loathe YOU. Which I cannawt wait for. Lisi tells us that since it will be released so close to V-day PS I Loathe You will include really HAWT CLIQUE stickers (like clique hearts with super cute clique sayings including her favs:
-Beta Breath
-Hawt x 10
-Opposite of Ew
(and the BLAH-G special
-LBR Lover)
How cool?
And clique here to see the full BLAH-G including page 76 of PS I Loathe You coming straight from her MacBook!!!

xoxo,

~ A


PS: I heart you guys!
PPS: Noticed how i put V-day colors ? Ah-dorable huh?

Boys R Us and PS i Loathe You

Hey people!





As most of you know, the next Clique book is called 'Boys R Us'. It will be comming out Jully 7, 2009, the next book after PS I Loathe You. Scandelous much?





The plot for PS I Loathe You (thank you Erin):



Massie Block: When the Pretty Committee deems its boy-fast null and void, boy fever sweeps through BOCD. What better way to back-handspring into new crush Dempsey's heart-and make old crush Derrington jealous-than cheer for him on the soccer field? And just like that, Massie forms BOCD's first-ever cheerleading squad. But will Massie still have something to cheer about when Dempsey starts spending ah lot of time with LBR Layne Abeley? Give me an "E" for Ehmagawd!


Kristen Gregory: With Massie and her SBFF (secret best friend forever) Layne vying for the same boy, Kristen has to make a choice: A) the Pretty Committee, or B) the Witty Committee. And if she doesn't choose fast, she'll end up C) Committeeless.


Dylan Marvil: Is hiding something, and it's not just those peanut butter Luna bars stashed under her mattress. She's got a secret crush on Derrington-and it's no secret that he likes burpilicious redheads. . . .


Alicia Rivera: Prefers pliés to pom-poms, especially when Massie orders her to the bottom of the cheer-pyramid. Can Alicia accept her beta status, or is it time to become alpha of her own squad?


Claire Lyons: Now that she's back with Cam, Claire finally has her love life in order. But her friends are trading crushes like styling tips. Will the Pretty Committee survive the boy-swap intact, or is the Clique about to come apart at the seams?





The Cover for Boys R Us:

Isn't it ah-dorable???

Paperback, 272 pages. Can't wait!

xoxo

~ a

Updates!

Hey people!

OMG! I can't believe the Clique movie is coming out in two weeks!!!! SO cool!
Another thing to look forward to is PS I LOATHE YOU (coming out in feb.)
And talking about Lisi's next books... The next clique book (after ps i loathe you) is called...
BOYS R US ! How cool is that??!! AND , I cannawt wait until THE ALPHAS (Lisi's newest series) coming out september '09.

Now that's worth 50 gossip points... which reminds me ... You can contact me for any feedback, questions, or updates at : annescliqueupdates@gmail.com

XOXO

~ Anne

Lisi's BLAH-G updates !

Hey people!





This BLAH-G update was actually posted awn Tuesday (I found out today). This post is about the new Clique (1 book) movie version (coming out October 31). Here is the post:





The Early Blah-G Catches The Worm


October 21st, 2008



Yes, I know it’s Tuesday. But I am blah-gging today because tomorrow I will be flying to NYC and I can’t leave you guys hanging. Not after all of those nice things you said about my Nightline segment. I seriously love you. You’re so supportive of me and each other. I wish we could have one massive sleepover, like on a football field, and eat Pinkberry (my new obsession.) How ah-mazing would that be???Why am I going to NYC? Glad you asked. I will be meeting up with Tyra Banks and the cast of the Clique to do press for the movie and to go on Tyra’s show. I know, can you believe? I will also be speaking at Teen Vogue’s Fashion University on Saturday with Mandi Line, the movies ah-mazing costume designer. Then next week I will be meeting with my editor to discuss the next Clique books. What to pack???The bad news is I will be flying back to Laguna Beach next Wednesday so there will not be a blah-g that day. But I will take a ton of pictures and I will have mounds of gossip and I will post it all either Thursday or Friday.

Just to get you pumped…here is a sneak peek at the special movie edition of The Clique book. It’s incredible. It had 16 pages of photos from the movie. Here are two of my faves.
And it has the first chapter of PS I Loathe you inside.
I know my photos suck but I took them with the camera on my Mac so everything is opposite and they look like you’re seeing them through dirty sunglasses. But hey, I’m a writer not a graphic designer.
Today’s shout out goes to Elaina because she said her keyboard smelled like noodles and that cracked me up.
TTYSTATEONW (talk to you some time at the end of next week)I heart you!!!! Lisi








Anyways, I really liked this one and you can see the original version awn her BLAH-G site. Here are some pictures:
Picture of Cover.

Inside sneek-peak(1 of Lisi's faves). Guessing (99.9 % sure) that this picture was taken from the scene Claire gets busted by Massie for trying to take a pic of Alicia's house.

Aaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnddddddddd, there's also a pic of the first page(well half of it) of the PS I LOATHE YOU awn the site but since it's backwords I didn't bother posting it. I actually took my mirror and read it.

When Lisi said there would be alot of pigeon poo, she wasn't kidding. Like, the whole entire first paragraph was about that.

xoxo

~ A

ABC News: The Clique

Hey people!

Awn my last post Lisi mentioned a site ( ABC ) who talked about the CLIQUE books. I read threw it and I found out they interviewed Lisi! I copied some of it below.

Harrison said all the references to designer clothing and materialism was intended to be completely satirical.

"I am pointing out something in our culture that I think is actually very unhealthy," she said. "To the point of it being funny. I mean, I truly think that the obsession with this stuff is so over the top and so crazy, that, to me, it's funny, and I think the readers get it. I mean, I drop 50 brand names in a couple of chapters and it's the point of insanity."


You can also see the whole article ( 4 pages), awn
http://abcnews.go.com/Entertainment/Story?id=5814933&page=1
Tell me what you think about it by commenting =)

HEART you guys!

A

12, 13 CLIQUE books

Hey people!

I just found rumors going awn about the tittles of the 12, and 13 series of the CLIQUE books. I posted it below : =)

After the summer collection there will be three more books that i have heard about.....
10) P.S. I Loathe You
11) Worse than a Backstab
12) A Starbucks Delight
Then the CLIQUE movie is coming FAll of 2008
and the Box Set of the Summer Collection awith Lipglosses is coming out October 2008.

I would like to thank Courtney for posting this but I'm still nawt sure if it's true. =(

It would be cool if it was true. Tottaly!!! =)

XOXO

A

Ps. I loathe you EXTRA

Hey people!


Guess what? i've gawt EXTRA news about Lisi Harrison's 10 book PS I LOATHE YOU !
It's bound to be THE best book ever out of the CLIQUE series by Lisi Harrison. =)
And it's THE longest one out of ALL of them!!! =)

It's... 272 pages!

Wow! There's no doubt, it IS going to be ah-mazing...

xo

A

PS: I'm still trying to clear up all those rumors in posted awn my last blog 4 u...

PS. I loathe You cover

Hey people!



I found the PS. I loathe you cover awn Barnes and Nobles site. Now remember, it's Lisi's 10 book (yay!). It's gonna be ah-mazin...

XOXO

A

Ps: I've heard rumors that Dylan kisses Josh!! And Massie starts her own cheerleading squad!!
I've also heard that the next book comes out Jully 11, 2009. I'll try to clear it all out for you as soon as possible. =)

CLIQUE box set Contest

Hey people!

Okay, so you might of heard about the CLIQUE contest. Well, it IS true that they are having GLOSSIP GIRL in it! Along with a CLIQUE makeup bag!!!

You can enter awn

http://www.jointheclique.com/contests.vm

For a chance to win a FREE CLIQUE box set!!! =)

BUT remember!!! You have to be 13 or older!!!

xo

Anne

THE CLIQUE SUMMER COLLECTION : Claire

Hey People!

Wanna read the Claire book so badly? You can read the first chapter of THE CLIQUE SUMMER COLLECTION : Claire awn

http://www.pickapoppy.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/claire_ch1.pdf


Read (if you already haven't)

A

Music still CLIQUE

Hey people!

You guys might already know that there's a music group called the CLIQUE GIRLZ. Well guess what... They'll be singing " Here With Me Now" in Claire's makeover scene. I read it in Wiki.
Isn't that ah-mazing?! =) I mean, the CLIQUE movie really wants to BE 100 percent CLIQUE. Wich is good (we don't want LBR music). To see pictures a THE CLIQUE GIRLZ go awn

http://images.google.com/images?sourceid=navclient&ie=UTF-8&rls=DGUS,DGUS:2006-24,DGUS:en&q=the%20clique%20girlz&um=1&sa=N&tab=wi

Here's also some juicy news on (maybe) Lisi Harrison's new series THE SUNCHINE GIRLS and THE ALPHAS. :


Lisi Harrison (born January 20, 1975 in Toronto, Canada[1]) is a Canadian author of young adult novels. In June 2004 she decided to write full time, and left MTV after creating shows and working on shows.[1]
Harrison wrote The Clique and its sequel Best Friends for Never while she was still working at MTV.[1] These became the basis for The Clique series.
In 2007, Harrison moved from New York City to Laguna Beach,[1] where she is currently working on the new series of Clique, "The Clique Summer Collection." Harrison has also announced work on two new series. One called The Sunshine Girls and another called The Alphas.Lisi Harrison actually does not base her books on teenage life as she knows it. Instead, she takes her adult life experiences and changes it to teenage clique problems


XOXO


A

Lisi Harrison's CLIQUE books

Hey People !





I'd just like to tell you (if you didn't already know) the whole list of THE CLIQUE books.











1. THE CLIQUE a novel














2. BEST FRIENDS FOR NEVER















3. REVENGE OF THE WANNABES















4. INVASION OF THE BOY SNATCHERS















5. THE PRETTY COMMITTEE STRIKES BACK















6. DIAL L FOR LOSER















7. IT'S NOT EASY BEING MEAN















8. SEALED WITH A DISS















9. BRATFEST AT TIFFANYS















THE SUMMER COLLECTION:















1. MASSIE























2. DYLAN















3. ALICIA















4. KRISTEN



















5. CLAIRE




10. PS: I LOATH YOU ( coming out )


XOXO

Anne