The Clique Page #3

take me to school?

ISAAC:

You must be Claire.

CLAIRE:

Hi, Isaac.

Thanks.

Wow.

God, Claire, you scared me.

You shouldn't sneak up on people

like that.

Sorry.

Oh, it's fine.

Do you mind sitting in the back?

We have to pick up a few more.

Oh, sure.

Relax, Claire. This isn't Epcot.

I swear, celebs are getting more DUIs

than Ksubi jeans.

Hm. Moschino dress, Alice and Olivia

jacket, Michael Kors handbag.

Adorable, 8.5.

Thank you.

- Wait.

- Dylan?

Claire, right?

- You two know each other?

- From the mall.

Claire had that brilliant idea

about the pants.

When my mom was being a jerk

to the 10th degree.

And then Dylan's friends came out

and started screaming about some guy.

Yeah, those are my friends too.

And FYI, that story's more last week

than white skinny jeans.

Claire's the girl I told you about.

The one living in my guesthouse...

...because her parents

can't afford anything else right now.

Gummi Feet?

- Thanks, but I don't eat sugar.

- And I don't eat feet.

- Hey.

- What's up, chica?

Hey, girl.

Vintage Ralph Lauren, 9.

Well, you're a 10. You look amazing.

- Just wait till tomorrow.

- Why?

Because you get better-looking

every day.

Hey, guys.

Somebody call the fashion police.

I'm making a citizen's arrest.

Finally.

MASSIE:
Seriously, Kris, when is your mom

gonna let you wear what you want?

My question first.

One, why does it smell

like first-class airline food?

I started the Circle diet today. Sorry.

And two, who's the stowaway?

Oh, my God.

Has she been there the whole time?

That's Claire.

Do we like her?

No.

CLAIRE:

Isaac?

ISAAC:

Claire, sorry.

CLAIRE:

Thanks.

Hey, Mass.

We missed you guys Saturday night.

The party was completely unbloggable

without you.

I know.

We heard

you had some unexpected visitors.

Oh, my God, Jenna Dressler's

wearing her Chihuahua shirt again.

Hey, you guys.

How was your winter break?

Massie, I heard you have an NBF

from Florida.

False. If I had a new best friend,

she'd be here right now.

- She is so off my top eight.

- She was in your top eight?

Ow!

Juicy Couture sweat suit.

No punch backs.

Wait, I lost an earring.

Nobody move!

I need to retrace. Fan out, people.

GIRL:

Hey, look out.

CHRIS:

Oh, my God, I'm sorry.

Are you okay?

I'm so sorry.

I was rushing.

My sister, she forgot her thermos

so I had to run all the way back here.

And I didn't even...

Are you sure you're okay?

I'm sure.

I'm Chris Abeley.

I'm Claire Something.

Nice to meet you, Claire Something.

- What are you doing?

- Uh, anger management much?

Hello! I can't wear one earring.

I'll look like Johnny Depp.

- But wasn't that a diamond?

- Ugh!

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