A/N: Yes, people, I am NOT dead! I AM looking for a writer/co-writer for this story! So drop me a PM if you're interested! I was reading my story through and realized I left out a whole part of the plot.

"Hey Claire." Layne's voice was flat.

"What's up?"

"Nothin' much." Layne's voice was still dull, lacking the bubbly tone that usually lurked underneath.

"Hey, do you wanna come over on Saturday? I got Twilight on DVD and we're going to squeal about Jacob and Edward!" Claire's eyes twinkled with excitement even though she knew she would have to talk to Layne about the WC soon.

"Nah..." Layne declined. "I've got homework."

"Yeah right. You're like the smartest person in school! You finish all your homework in class!"

"Well... I have to go... to the library!"

"Please, Layne. Are you KIDDING me?"

"Claire. I just don't feel like it."

"Why?" Claire knew what was about to come up.

"Cuz... I just don't."

"C'mon Layne. I thought you didn't care about what other people think about you!"

"I don't!" Layne protested. "I just can't tell you."



"Layne! You know what! I give up. What are you going to do about Kristen?"


"The Witty Committee!"

"How do YOU know about the...?!"

"Kristen. Since I kept her secret about being poor she decided to trust me when the WC fell apart. So I heard. And Layne, she's really upset. She told me she lost three 'really good friends who didn't judge her by the clothes she wore.'"

"Well, I don't care!" Layne looked defiant. "Kristen was, and still is, being a bitch!" Layne's nostrils flared, like they did when she was mad about something.

Claire plowed on. "She wants to say she's sorry. She would've told you herself but every time she walks over to you run away. Layne, you're just being ridiculous."

"Me! I'm being ridiculous? Do you know what she DID to me?!?"

"Umm... I was kinda waiting for you to explain that to me."

"She insulted the WC! She told us we were really mean to her and couldn't believe that we - as in the Witty Committee - would act like that!"

"Well, what did you guys do?"

"Nothing! She sent all of us this text." Layne dug through her purse and pulled out her phone.

You guys are so mean! I don't even know why I was ever friends with you guys. I mean, really, it's not like you're geniuses. I have better friends, as you know. I'm leaving you guys for the PC, who actually supports me.

"You see, Claire? Kristen hates us."

A/N: Yes, it's a short chapter. Don't kill me. I'm posting two today, because I haven't updated so long. AND PLEASE PM ME IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO WRITE/CO-WRITE THIS STORY.