get this party started '' bailey's b'day.

[leslie]

benjamin demtra
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saturday, january 27th, 2007
the streets of l.a.
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So bring on the rain
Oh baby bring on the pain
And listen to the thunder

Ben Demtra was sitting in the drivers seat of his car, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. He had been in Los Angeles most of the day, sitting on a street corner and playing his guitar. He wasn't really sure why, until the memory that Bailey Mitchell's birthday was here later in the day. Well, as it turned out, earning street money hadn't been a bad thing; now he could afford to buy the new clothes that he was wearing, plus afford to buy a couple drinks at the party. Maybe a thing like this was exactly what he needed to get the past month off his shoulders.

It had started out pretty good. Going to Vegas, hanging out with Laura and faden all the time, Faden and Emilia getting together...But after all that...Mainly with Cotillion...Things had started to fall apart. Emilia's heart nearly stopped there, and then Laura had made some kind of deal with her dad, which Ben still didn't know exactly what it was. Also at the hospital, Ben had gotten the creeping impression that Laura was being abused by her father. Then, come to find out, Laura was living with none other than the Summitt family, who was the Demtra's rival's if Ben ever saw any.

Setting his head down on the steering wheel, Ben let his thoughts lie with that family for just another few moments. Part of him wondered if the Demtras and Summitts could have gotten along, had things not gone as bad as they did. But really, there was nothing he could do about it now. Fighting Luke again was out of the question, and messing with any of the rest of them, reguardless of what they had done, meant messing with Luke again eventually. And he had already tried to get to Laura about the issue, and that hadn't gone well at all, to say the least. So, for now, Ben's plan was to sit in the backround, till being friends with Laura, while avoiding the other family at every cost possible.

Banging his head a couple times on the hard plastic of the wheel, Ben sighed and turned down the Fall Out Boy that was pumping through the stereo. Emilia had left the CD there after her last time using the car, and Ben had needed music. So, here he was on a Saturday night, sitting two blocks away from one of the biggest parties of the year, listening to Fall Out Boy. How...Pathetic.

Sensing this within himself, Ben straightened up with a sigh and turned on the car once more, listening as the engine whined to life. He really should fix that sometime soon, or it might become an issue. The automatic seat belt looped around his shoulder, causing him to have to shift slightly so it wouldn't dig into his new shirt collar. While the car warmed up, he leaned back and popped open his guitar case, pulling out the small wad of cash and folding the ones and fives up, putting some in his pocket, and placing the rest back in for gas money on the way home.

Grabbing his cell phone from the seat beside him, Ben hit the speed dial number two and listened to the dull ringing of his sister's phone, miles away. "Hey, Ben." Came her voice from the other end of the line. "Hey, Em. I was just calling to tell you that I'm going to that Bailey girl's party." He could hear his twin laugh quietly, even with the bad reception. "Well, okay Ben. Just don't get too drunk to drive home, ok?" As if...Ben rolled his eyes and said goodbye to his sister, then hung up the phone and slipped it into his pocket before driving away to Les Deux.

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The ususal sounds of a Valkyrie party met his ears, even from where he had to park two blocks away. Locking his car as he stepped out, he shoved the keys deep into his pockets and started the short walk down to the club. Already he wasn't sure that this was going to be a very good party to be at. Girls in short skirts, buzzed and boistorous voices exploding out of the doors every time they opened... It made him wonder just why it was that many of the people at his school enjoyed these things so much.

Either way, thought Ben as he entered the club and located the Valkyrie party, I'm here. Might as well have a good time.

[brianna]

• m a l i n d a s •
tell the dj to play my song
& we can dance all night
'til the early morning
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les deux in los angeles
bailey's birthday party
saturday, january 27, 2007
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How much longer could she last in here? Samantha wasn't really sure. Everyone was having a great time except her. That was...not good. Samantha had wanted to go to this party when Brianna had first mentioned it, but now all the girl wanted to do was go home. She knew several people here, but they already had their own friends and dates. Samantha didn't went to bother them. They were here for Bailey's birthday party and not to try to make Sam feel better. Maybe she could leave Les Deux without anyone noticing. Then she could go home and when she was driving away from Los Angeles, Samantha could just text one of her cousins [or her step-sister] and tell them that she was on her way home. That way, they couldn't do anything about it and they wouldn't worry when they couldn't find her. Samantha decided that she might actually do that, but then she changed her mind when Miles came.

"I just heard. I'm so sorry."

Apparently, news traveled fast around Valkyrie. Or maybe Miles just knew because Paolo had told him or something like that. They were cousins so they had to talk every now and then. When Miles had asked Sam if she needed anything, she forced a half-smile when he said 'brightly colored pencils'. "I like gel pens better." Samantha said softly. It was nice to have a friend. Now she might not have to leave because she would finally have some company. Miles could possibly help Samantha forget about a certain someone and then she wouldn't have to try to leave. Then again, Miles might have other friends that he would want to talk to besides Sam. He was a pretty nice guy and it was good to know that he was here for Sam. She then said, "Forget the gel pens. You should probably go and have fun. It is a party.

" She didn't want him to feel like he had to babysit her.

As Samantha talked to Miles, Brianna followed Jason. It was so nice that they were back to normal...But then again, what exactly was normal with these two? There was always drama with them and it wasn't fun. Sure, it was nice to have drama in shows like One Tree Hill or The O.C., but when those kind of things on TV happened to a person in real life, it kind of stinks. Brianna was just hoping that everything was behind them because that would just make things so much simpler. Then she wouldn't have to worry about things every night before going to bed and instead, would just peacefully go to sleep. Since the day at the pool, things seemed to be going well [from Brianna's point of view, of course]. There were no problems that she knew of, but what could Jason have done in that amount of time?

To be honest, he could have done a lot. Brianna trusted him though - mistake number one. "What have you been up to?" Brianna asked Jason. Her life wasn't too bad..yet. Truthfully, things have been boring for Brianna lately. Nothing really happened with her, so she was pretty happy to be going to somewhere exciting in a while. There were tons of parties all the time in Valkyrie, but some people weren't good a throwing parties. This was Bailey's party though - Brianna knew it would be good. It had to be. "Doing anything you weren't suppose?" The answer to that was pretty obvious - Yes. Brianna didn't know about Jason and Bella, but Jason couldn't have been a perfect angel. If he had been, Brianna would have thought that he was boring - and Jason Lévesque was definitely not boring. Even if he was drinking, it was something he was not suppose to do, but with the people in Valkyrie, drinking was normal.

Now to Natalie, who was away from all the other Malindas. She hadn't even noticed how much time had passed and how long she had been standing here and looking at the same things. Apparently, time flies when you're trying to find constellations of various things. Natalie had found a few things and had even tried to spell her own name. She could only find an 'N', but that was good enough for her. It was kind of weird for Natalie because she had also found a heart-ish kind of constellation and two more after that - and the two looked like the letters 'M' and 'G'. After Natalie blinked though, she couldn't find those letters again and figured she was just thinking about Mark and Garrett. She was surprised when she thought about Mark, but Garrett? Maybe she liked him too and didn't realize it - too soon to tell.

"So am I really only a plus one?"

Natalie was slightly confused by Mark's question. What was he talking about? She didn't really care and was glad that he just came. She replied with a smile, saying, "I don't think so. The last time I checked, you weren't." Natalie stopped for a moment, but then she added, "Then again, I never checked anything." She looked at him, and then looked away for a second. He just looked so cute, but she didn't want to say anything like that. It just seemed weird to her if she said something like that to him. So instead, Natalie said, "I'm glad you came.[/color]" Short and simple. That should be good enough for him.

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kiran SLADE.


She's going out tonight, whilst drinking just champagne.
And she has been checking nearly all the men.
She's playing her game ,and you can hear them say;
“She's looking good for beauty, we will pay.”
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January 27, 2007.
Les Deux, Los Angeles.
Bailey’s 18th birthday party.

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If there was one thing in the entire world Kiran loved, it was a good round of public gossip. I mean, think about it. How often did you get to gossip about the latest dirty laundry and humiliate said person? And all in the same night, too! What a treat. Although she hadn’t been exactly living in Valkyrie, California for too long, that didn’t make much of a difference. The Australian supermodel had scanned Scandal Star, the local gossip girl, during the majority of the endless plane trip from Sydney to LA, and then the limo ride her father had arranged to arrive in Valkyrie. You couldn’t be too behind on gossip, especially in a town like this. It was right off of The Valley. However, when it came down to Haley Summers and her infamous sex tape, she was sure everyone in like, Siberia and their grandmother’s kitchen sink knew about that. Of course, it was more than likely that three quarters of the Valk-residing Wisteria Lane wanna-be mothers had more than a few sex tapes hidden within the bowels of their too expensive homes. Oh, sorry. Mansions and Estates. It was all the rage right now, really. Paris Hilton had released hers like, six years ago – and she is way ahead of the times. Good job, Summers. You’re following down Paris’ excellent path. Don’t trip on your fucking ego, whore.

Smirking with amusement at Bailey’s compliment, she arched an eyebrow as Shay stalked off into the crowd. It hadn’t taken long for the Irish girl to get ready, and she still looked fabulous – and it took Kiran twelve dresses before she found a winner. Why was she Shay’s best friend again? “And you’re saying the birthday girl doesn’t look like a runway diva herself?” Her accented voice chirped, bubbly and fake, Kiran arched an eyebrow as Bailey and Anne exchanged clearly surprised – or Bailey, at least – expressions. What? Like she hadn’t been sent some invitation to Bailey’s party? No, it was skanky to show up at a party uninvited. Either that, or Shay had dragged her along as her date. Of course, if the oldest Slade child was going, the partier had to be going as well. It was the law.

Moving her brown eyes to look towards the entry point, watching wordlessly as people continued to barge drunkenly into the club. Ugh, how many people had BAD replacement invited? Ew. Did she see someone who was like, fat and zitty? Ugh. Ew. Gross. No. How much had Valkyrie changed Bailey? Apparently, Kiran’s old best friend was fading into someone sweet and popular – well, we all need one of those. Her mind listlessly lurking back to their days in Australia, ruling their local high school with beauty grace and Bailey for coffee runs, Kiran blew a soft sigh. She couldn’t really say those were the “good ol’ days.” Besides being lame, they really weren’t. It was the first time she had real friends, yes, but in combination of her brother getting kicked out and her career stopping cold turkey; it didn’t level out very well. Just imagine trying to hold a high school life in one hand, and a low-fat diet in the other. Along with those modeling classes she needed just so badly. No, it wasn’t exactly a happy time in Kiran’s short seventeen years of life; but it wasn’t worth complaining about. She didn’t have to put up with too skinny, too short, too weird looking blondes who purged after eating a Tic Tac. Her friends had been gorgeous, fierce, and stylish and, most of all, actually ate something.

Watching as Haley finally entered Les Deux, a devilish smile appeared on her face, just like it had her friends. Hah, a personal attack from Anne Levesque – this had to be juicy gossip. Out of the BBAD girls Kiran had gotten to know, Anne was easily the bitchiest. But who cares? The girl earned her level of bitch queen. As the French beauty queen pranced off towards the Summers girl, the Aussie clutched Bailey’s arm loosely. The same nasty smirk in place, she continued to watch. “How the fuck did she have the balls to show her face? The dirty slut is smoking up the place.” She had to admit, if something had happened to her, personally, there was no way Kiran would show her face in public again. Especially at a party like Bailey’s. Did the girl have some sort of fucking death wish? Death by Anne Attack? Well, as long as it wasn’t her, she was fine. Post her up on SS as much as you want, just not looking like some skanky, homeless whore who has no self-respect.

While Bailey wouldn’t have laughed, Kiran still did, completely sober. Ignore the fact she had been fairly sworn off of alcohol as it made her look fat, meaning she would make the heavy coats for winter look terrible on her curvaceous physique. Those other girls were bony, pale, ugly and blonde – but they wore clothing well. Skanks. Not replying to her fellow Australian, she merely smirked at Bailey before moving her eyes to watch Haley and Anne once more. Tragic, yes. Too bad she hid her humiliation weakly. Crossing her arms over her slender torso, Kiran exchanged glances with some random girl beside her before hearing the accented voice beside her. Drunk? Bar? Sounds good. She hadn’t been drinking in weeks, but that didn’t mean she didn’t know how. Swimsuit season was starting up, yes. But, come on, she and Shay had devoured a candy store and a half before coming, so how much damage could some shots do? “Does he have to be a sucker? Anyone would be fucking lucky to buy us drinks. But I agree, birthday girl.” Grinning, she began to move through the mass crowds of scantily clad Valkers and towards the crowded bar. Ah, this was a party.

Let’s just show the celebrities how to party properly.

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addison SLADE.


It starts with love.
One thing, I don't know why.
It doesn't even matter how hard you try.
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nathan STREET.
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Smoked my stuff, and drank all my wine.
Made up my mind to make a new start.
Going to California with an aching in my heart.
Someone told me there’s a girl out there.
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January 27, 2007.
Les Deux, Los Angeles.
Bailey’s 18th birthday party.
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“He’s not going to be there anymore, Addie.”

“He went to UCLA, Nate. Besides, Kiran said everyone is going. And, mister,”

It was nothing new to hear Nathan Street and Addison Slade arguing within his small, loft-like apartment. In fact, he suspected that his neighbours grew concerned when there were too many stretches of silence behind the door of apartment 98. Especially stretches of silence without Addison’s heavy Australian accent. But, they say every good friendship has its ups and down, its fights and its good periods – so, statistically, their mitch-matched friendship would last for the next hundred and seventy-one and a half years. Approximately. Like many arguments, the dynamic duo’s never had much meaning behind them. Arguments about school, Nate’s drug dealing, Addison’s self-esteem, Nate’s recent appearances with Bailey Mitchell…oh, the list goes on. All they needed were frumpy clothing, wrinkled skin and bad décor. Then they could be an old, bickering married couple everyone would think is cute rather than irritatingly annoying.

The topic of arguments on that particular Saturday afternoon?
Why, the topic everyone had been talking about for the past few weeks – and I’m not talking about Haley Summers’ supposed sex tape. I’m talking about the eighteenth birthday party of Bailey Mitchell. Los Angeles, drinking, drugs, sex, and the best time anyone was bragging about. Too bad the B-listers didn’t score an invite.

“You’re behind on your rent again.” Swinging her head around the edge of the door frame leading to the bathroom in Nate’s bedroom, she grinned at her friend. Unlike many starving students, Addison had never known Nathan Street to be someone who needed to get a job. In a year and a half at Valkyrie University, she had never seen the Irish fellow eating pasta, cold, out of a can or hotdogs with macaroni. He never dug for quarters in his couch – the ridiculously expensive leather couch – for the weekly laundry fund. His days never consisted of waking up at the crack of dawn for a full day of classes, only to buzz off to a dead-end job, and then staying at the twenty-four hour diner outside of the Shaks to study for the exam the next day. No, he breezed through his classes, studied in front of the television, and spent his afternoons yelling at people on his cell phone. Needless to say, Nate Street wasn’t someone who generally worried about his bank accounts. “Fuck the rent, then. I sell a bag of pot to some spoiled slut, and for what? A half-assed apartment and tuition? Yeah, it’s the main part of my life.” Not to say he was really telling the truth.

Why Addison was making such a big deal about this party, Nate never really understood. They had planned to finish the Alfred Hitchcock marathon on the movie channel that weekend, not run to LA and party like high schoolers. Mind you, while she had spent the last eight hours standing in the bathroom, making sure she looked perfect, he had been doing just that: nothing. Lounging lazily on his bed, a cup of bitter coffee on the night stand and an array of other electronics surrounding him, the Irish male had no real intention to move until Monday morning. Perhaps to run into the kitchen for more coffee, but that was about it. He didn’t do parties anymore, and definitely didn’t do parties hosted by that Mitchell girl – the one who seemed to be haunting his dreams. As much as he hated A-list bitches, there had been something addictive about her blue eyes and charming smile. Shaking his head violently, pushing those thoughts from his mind, Nathan finally blew a sigh and looked over to the rising stack of bills and payments on his desk. “Don’t answer that. I’ll go for an hour tops, and after you get your heart broken again, you’re coming with me.” Way to go, Street. Who says he was a good friend, again? Of course, no one but Addison would put up with him.

Grinning to herself, Addison carefully placed her necklace around her neck and examined her appearance in the glass mirror. As much as she hated sister, and as much as she hated herself, there were perks to living with an appearance-obsessed model. Kiran had rolled her eyes at eight-thirty that morning, obviously steamed over her mother’s lectures and Addison’s less than stellar appearance. “You go like that, and you’ll end up living in a cardboard box.” was all her sister had snapped at her older sister before dragging her upstairs and spending nearly an hour on making her look runway ready. Really, it wasn’t as hard as she thought. Just take hair clips, subtle make-up, some slutty yellow Prada dress and sky-high Jimmy Choos and throw it into a cauldron, and you have someone looking half-way decent. Especially for – what had Kiran said? – the ‘love of her life.’

“Whatever you say, Street. So pick yourself up, turn off Stranger on a Train, get your six million packs of cigarettes and get in that car of yours.” It was incredibly out of character for Addison Slade to be acting, talking and looking like she did. Normally, the girl covered herself up in jeans and turtlenecks, chain-smoked and quietly mocked people with Nathan. But tonight? Tonight was Los Angeles – and Los Angeles meant Riley Turner. “Fine, Slade. Grab whatever other slut gear you need and some birth control.” Rolling up the sleeves of his wrinkled white dress shirt, Nate boredly pushed his hands into the pockets of his black pants and flipped the television off. Everyone needed to flex their social muscles every now and then, besides – tonight meant a lot of drug-seeking teenagers. This meant actual rent for Nate to pay with.

Les Duex, ready or not, here we come.

While the car ride was fairly silent, only with Addison complaining the entire way and Nate arguing on his Blackberry, there was no real suspicion of the dramatic events that would follow them throughout the legendary birthday party. How couldn’t there be? Addison had her former flame attending, along with his own flame? Nate had his own issues with Bailey.

Not even bothering to hug him good-bye, Addison slammed the car door behind her as soon as Nate stopped his beloved hotrod. Teetering slightly in her four-inch stilettos, the Australian female put a confident – and completely fake – on her tanned face before entering the strobe light, sweaty, lust-filled, music blaring scene. Just like on TV, really. Although she had never really been to a club before, this was definitely something like she was expecting. Her brown eyes shifting comfortably as she sighted her sister and, was that actually Bailey? The Anne Levesque she had heard so much about, ridiculing the sex tape maker. Gossiping, drinking, lust-filled make out sessions. Yep, exactly what she had been expecting. Now, why would Riley come to a place like this again? Doubtful thoughts beginning to fill her mind, Addison blew out a soft sigh as she stationed herself on the bar stool closest to the main exit. Immortal words: “he won’t be there, Addie.” Just, don’t tell Nate, okay?

While Nate himself was finally pushing his dishevelled self into Les Deux, the drug dealer, however, decided to station himself by the back corner, near the bar. Apart from wanting to leave, being near the door was too much of a risk to actually leave. Besides, it had been him who had been saving Bailey’s ass lately. At her own birthday party, who knows what messes the poor girl could get herself into.

[Bailey Mitchell]

The Birthday Girl

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Intoxicated with desire,
And you're the designated driver, yeah
I'm not afraid, 'cause I'm a rider, yeah
Ain't nothing wrong with feeling right

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It was already established that the BBAD girls where all drinkers who knew how to have a good time, maybe they did go a bit crazy but please well behaved girls never made history, and it was clear that the elite girls of VA's junior year had made high-school history. You had the BBAD girls, Amanda Summitt, Coco Lehoux and Brianna Malinda and really people where clearly lying if they said they didn't know those girls. “How the fuck did she have the balls to show her face? The dirty slut is smoking up the place.” Bailey looked at Kiran and burst into a fit of tipsy giggles "Agreed," looking around the bar she scrunched up her nose and pouted her lips "Ew what the hell is with all these randoms, I totally didn't invite half these people!" Not that she really cared, all the randoms made the party alot more fun and Lucy Truelove seemed like she had found a few to entertain herself with, and by the look on Luke Summitt's face he didn't look to impressed, sucked in to him.

Standing at the bar searching for a suitable male, Bailey folded her arms and looked at Kiran. When was the last time the two of them had actually gone out together more then nine months ago probably and Bailey would be lying if she said she didn't still hold some sort of soft spot for the bitchy, Australian supermodel after all Kiran had her mean streak but she could be nice and totally fun to party with but 99.9% of the time the girl was mega conniving bitch and Bailey still had a off feeling about Kiran's sudden urge to befriend her again. Watching as Anne flopped herself down on a lounge next to Claire Bartnett who was one of the first people Bailey had become friends with at Valkyrie but there was no way you would catch the two hanging out together, though she did still like the girl and unlike her elite peers Bailey wasn't one to judge as easily as they all did. Spotting some twenty something year old guy leaning against the bar, Bailey clasped Kiran's hand in her own petite one and slid over to the guy tilting her head to the side her dimpled smile playing on her face as she fiddled with the end of his tie "Two tequila shots, and um two skyy vodka's hun" The man raised a brow at her for a moment before turning to the bartender and ordering the drinks.

Would Bailey Mitchell have done that a year or so ago? Hell fucking no. The only guys she could talk to then without blushing then and they were Adrian and her then boyfriend who she had dated for almost two years, ew can you say lame. She winked at Kiran before turning back to random drink man who slipped the bartender a note and handed the two shots to the Australian stunner's before downing his own. Taking her shot, Bailey coughed slightly after it and looked to Kiran and then to a blonde boy who had just approached them and held out a rose to her, raising both brows Bailey placed a smirk on her face as he spoke

"You probably do not recognise me, so I will make this short so you can enjoy your darling birthday. The name is Maximillian Imago Sinclaire, Maxima Sin for short. Just wanted to make the beautiful birthday girl a bit more noticable with an unequally beautiful flower."

Placing the rose behind her ear she listened to what his name. Maxima Sin for short? Woah that was a mouth full and a half for the drunk quad girl and no she didn't recognize him at all, another random she didn't invite? "Well aren't you just the charmer, and getting 'fucking wasted' as you put it is what I do best." Flashing him a smile as he turned away the familiar English accent of Bella Ainsworth caught her attention Bailey was caught of guard by a hug from the English beauty as well as the words ”Hey you sexy bitch, happy fucking birthday!” oh wow, allow Bailey to be surprised again well at least Bella's greeting wasn't fake like Kiran's had been. When she asked for some good vodka Bailey giggled and turned to the bar grabbing the two glasses of skyy vodka off the bar and handing one to Bella and the other to Kiran. "Now that's what I like to here, quick lets go get Anne and dance." It was odd thing but the two of them had been 'getting along' with each other for the sake of their shared best friends but it almost felt like they actually where friends now, at least from Bailey's point of view it would differ for Bella because really she had been the one that was replaced.

Handing the present to the guy who had just supplied her drinks she grabbed his glass of skyy vodka from him and replaced it with Bella's gift gesturing to the table of presents in the Les Deux courtyard "Be a doll and take that out there, I'll mind your drink for you" Or not...Hearing Rihanna's 'Please don't stop the music' Bailey linked her arm with Bella's and drunkenly bounced over to Anne gesturing for Kiran to follow "Anne letsss go dance!" now the only person that was missing was Daphne, seriously where the fuck was she? She better not have ditched the party or Bailey would be furious with her like serious who turned up late to their best friends eighteenth, really.

Letting out a giddy giggle she drained some of the contents from her glass or that random guys glass, whatever it was totally her drink. If he didn't sip it, it was like fair game for her to take it from him. Pulling Anne off the lounge and onto the dance floor, Bailey watched the familiar form of Nathan Street slink into the club her first initial thought was 'Oooh Nate came!' the young quad girl had developed some kind of crush on the drug dealing uni student, not that she would admit that to herself or anyone else. But really the logical reason for him being at her party was to sell drugs to all her rich elite friends, that's was his job and he had told her that was what he did. Selling drugs to spoiled rich kids, fun. Still she gave him a curious glance before turning back to her friends, or was only Anne her friends in this little group? Uh who cares, Bailey didn't she was once again too drunk to care.
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[Jason Lévesque]

coco anne jason

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that heny and cola got me like a soldier
she ready for rover i couldnt control her

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saturday janurary 27th 2007 - a crazy night

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It was certain that as Jason had started to lead Brianna Malinda to the dancefloor of Les Deux, he wouldn't have anticipated seeing Bella Ainsworth in his eyesight. But surely, he did. Bella Ainsworth, shit, here he thought that she didn't enjoy the sight of Bailey, but then again, where a Quad girl partied, another was sure to follow. He tightened his jaw, as he could of sworn they shared the same eye line as he pulled Brianna closer and closer to him. God damn. Usually he would simply ask Bella to join, maybe bring the brunette and blonde a threesome of thrills later. But nooo, he just had to have some cliche high school feelings for these two, which added a no threesome policy. Well, that wasn't true, but he had a tingling feeling they just.. wouldn't be up for it. Grasping Brianna's hand harder, forgetting Bella in his sight, he twirled the pixie blonde around, so that she faced him as they planted themselves on the dance floor.

Aggressively, Jason clamped his hand on Brianna's hips, as they danced near some girl he remembered to be Lucy Truelove and some older gentlemen. What a feisty short chick. That was Jason's conclusion about the Truelove, as he turned his apprehensive face from the scene to Brianna. Brianna Malinda looked golden - with tan skin, bright smile, luscious pink lips and shiny golden hair. Jason could of sworn this girl was damn perfect, this simple cheerleader with hopes to high for him to hold. Of course, he wasn't saying that she was better than him. Jason was better than any girl he had in his possession, or so he believed. As most already know, if Jason were to make a clone, he'd fuck it in a second. Swaying to Rihanna's new hit single, the pulled Malinda's body close, so that if they were naked, he'd be a very happy man.

"What have you been up to?" Jason finally heard her say over the music, as they danced clothing to clothing, groin to groin. "Nothing important.." Jason said, his voice trailing off as his mind ran in circles, chasing tales as he searched for Bella's figure. No show. Was she that nothing important, or was he already lying to little Bee before seeing her for ten minutes? "What about you? Staying away from that asshole like you promised, or do I have to push him into an empty pool.." Jason teased, smirking on the side of his lips. He had known from the start that Xavier Street would not be competition, yet there some a tingling sensation that crept into his bones, something similar to anger, that he felt when he saw the guy. Especially the way Sylar looked at her. Jason read people, having been around and fucked so many, he sort of had a skill that way. "Doing anything you weren't suppose?" Of course Jason would lie. his whole life was based on lies, waiting to crash down. But, usually the fun you got from telling those lies were worth it.

"Is wanting to bring you to my bedroom a.. bad thought? Something I'm not supposed to do?" Jason said, bringing his face to hers, sliding her hands on her ass and letting his tongue work magic in her mouth. Brianna Malinda. He never knew what to do with that one, but he needed to figure out a few other things before he would know. Not to far away,a s Anne lay half sprawled on the couch, a couple friends soon pulled her out of it. There stood Bailey, Bella and Kiran, as Bailey soon pulled her off the couch. Anne may have been hammered, but Bailey and Bella linking arms? That was strange, but Anne ignored it as much as she good, with a huge ass drunk smile plastered on her creamy face. "Hell yes! What the.. like - wheree is Daph? Such a lazy asss." Good job on being relevant there, Anne. It was weird, for Daphne was usually there. And with a whole drunk Quad dancing together plus Kiran? Talk about enough of a show to bring in a spotlight. Who were they kidding? That spotlight was always on their always alcohol consumed figures.

And soon, Anne was dancing with her girls, the whole world turning into her own blur. Thank you Skyy. "Bailey, totally throw more parties ofteenn. Except leave like, those people out!" Anne giggled, as she pointed to some loners on the couches, gazing at the crowd intimidated. Wow, Anne. Drinking, (for she had stole someone's drink from the couch, which turned out to be a whiskey) dancing and gossiping. Who knew you could be such a drunken multi-tasker?[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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[amanda]

AMANDA

For somebody who had such bad history with just about all of the Quad girls, Amanda was planning on having an amazing time at this party. How cared if her arch rival was besties with the birthday girl, and if Amanda and the birthday girl herself had in fact had an altercation just weeks ago at the Levesque mansion? None of that really mattered at all to the girl because all she needed was a few drinks, some hot guys, and a beat to dance to have a good time. Hopefully she wouldn’t run into any of the Quad girls at all, but even if she did, she figured that they’d be too drunk to really care that she was there.

“And it's nice to meet you too." ”

Amanda turned slightly to raise an eyebrow at the boy, Nikki’s cousin she believed, who interrupted her. He was cute, no doubt about that, and apparently he had an edge too; Amanda was never a big fan of soft guy. ”Isn’t it?” she openly gave him the once over, winked slightly and turned back towards Nikki. As hot as this 'Scott' was, she was much more interested in messing around with the random L.A boys. Then, of course, Nikki mentioned about how Amanda left town on her own birthday with none other than Jason Levesque not too long ago. "Ahh, yes" she gave a small smile and shrugged, "I'm sorry I didn't give you too much of a heads up on that, it was pretty spontaneous. But, I must give you the details on that later." The party was really starting to pick up as just about everybody from the school seemed to be making an appearance, and Amanda was absolutely itching to get out on the dance floor. "But, before we go out there and dance our asses off, can I suggest we take a shot? Or three?" It would have been false to say that Amanda hadn't already had a shot while in the limo on the way up, but the girl had such a high tolerance for alcohol that a couple more had to be going her way before things really started heating up.

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LUKE

Luke, too, had taken a few shots while in the limo, but his night was looking worse and worse as time progressed. First he was stuck with Wilbert, and then to make matters worse he caught sight of Lucy getting down and dirty with some guy he had never seen before. Had it been somebody that went to Valkyrie Academy, Luke would have easily been able to tell the guy not to dance with her, without any explanation, and the guy would have listened; Luke just had that power over his peers. But unfortunately that power had no use when she was dancing with random guys, probably in college, who had no idea who Luke was. The only way he'd be able to get them to stop dancing with her would be to physically threaten them, and although that would have been easy enough, Luke didn't want to be so obvious in showing that he was jealous and protective over her.

The more that he watched them dance, the angrier he got. It was like watching a car crash - horrible, but he simply just couldn't look away. Of course, he forced himself to look away and half-heartedly flirt with whatever girl was trying to get with him at the moment, but Lucy Truelove was captivating him at the moment. He tried to take his mind off of her, but as soon as he did so, he saw her lean in and kiss the guy she was dancing with. It practically made Luke sick. He hated being jealous, and he hated sitting by himself (Wilbert had chased after some girl) having a horrible time, but he felt almost helpless at the moment. It wasn't long until he saw Lucy and the asshole she was dancing with walk off the dance floor and stand at the bar, not too far from where Luke was sitting.

"Hey! Luke! I thought I saw you come in!"

Luke forced a smile and gave her a huge hug, as usual. "Oh! Chester, this is Luke. My, very best friend. Luke, Chester. My...date." He tried his absolute hardest not to look surprised and disappointed at the fact that the boy she was with was her 'date'. Had she really moved on that fast? This was such a bad situation for Luke to be in. Even when they were just friends, with no feelings flying between the two, Lucy rarely introduced him to the guys she was dating or hooking up with. Of course Luke knew that they existed, but he really had no interest in meeting them. Now it was even worse because Luke really had no interest in meeting this 'Chester' guy, and she was introducing Luke as her 'very best friend'. Of course, that's what he was at the moment, but it seemed as if Lucy was almost rubbing in his face that he had missed a great opportunity to be with her. Too bad he already realized that.

"Hey, yeah, I think I saw you too. Luce.." he replied after Chester explained how Lucy invited him and some of his friends into the party, and he just had to add on some corny line about how beautiful she was. "I just wanted to introduce my best friend to such a great guy." Luke noted how comfortable she was on his arm, and he couldn't just sit back and play the 'best friend' role like he was supposed to. "And yeah, she is such a beautiful girl, so I'm kinda confused on how she ended up with a faggot like you" he looked Chester in the eyes with a completely serious expression on his face, "I guess she's lowered her standards" he turned his focus to Lucy, "Which she shouldn't". He let a moment pass before asking, "Can I talk to you for a sec, Lucy?" He really just needed to know if she was fucking around with his mind, or if she really was interested in this guy.

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[Peter Fischer]

Peter Fischer Mark Wood Miles Giovanni
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Miles nodded Jason a thank you as Jason and Brianna stood up. Ahh Jason was probably one of the realest friends Miles had and lets just say, guys like Jason and Miles can't really make a lasting loyalty, even to their friends. Let alone a women. Miles found the Jason/Brianna situation quite entertaining. Not to mention how stupid Brianna was being. He understood when a girl expected sincerity from him, because to the world Miles was a sweetheart, but the world knew Jason was an ass. If Brianna found out about Jason and Bella, yeah Miles knew, he knew everything, Brianna would be hurt or angry, but if she honestly thought there wouldn't be a situation like that with Jason she was a fucking moron who shouldn't be worth Jason's time in the first place and was definitely not worth Miles consideration. It took a lot to impress him, looks being part of it but really, intelligence turned him on like crazy, intelligence and power. Probably because those were two of his favorite qualities in himself. Miles was pretty strict with who he let see him for him. He needed people he knew wouldn't care, would even find it funny. He also needed people who he thought wouldn't reform. Think about it, if Jason ever truly changed his ways, Miles could be screwed.

He looked at same and smiled slightly as she mentioned she would rather have gel pens. "Damn figures I'd even get this consoling thing wrong." He couldn't help but think to himself how ridiculous she looked sitting here on this couch, with this lonely look of desperation behind her eyes. Pathetic really to let someone get so much control over your state of being. And for those pathetics who say that's what love does he wanted to shoot them. He believed love existed, he did. He just thought it was irrational, stupid, pathetic and turned people into robots for their "lovers" to play with. Well world, Miles Giovanni wasn't a powerless puppet, he was the puppet master, and only a few knew it while many many felt it. "Forget the gel pens. You should probably go and have fun. It is a party." aww how kind and selfless of her...god he hated people. He nodded and rubbed her shoulder slightly, "OKay just know I'm here okay?" He added before standing up and stretching.

He turned around and scanned the party again. He caught a glimpse of his not so perfect cousin and it took probably all the self control he had trained into himself to stop himself from smirking. Even if Paolo did find a way to weasel his way back into Sam, for the moment, Miles would take pleasure from seeing him suffer through his own mistakes. He nodded a simple hey as he made his way past some of the crowd walking towards the blond he had seen earlier. She was of the Turner family but that was about all he knew. He smiled as he saw she was probably the only girl here who wasn't in a dress, refreshing seeing as he was one of the few guys wearing jeans and then then a sweatshirt under his jacket even. He walked over to her and leaned on the bar with a small grin, "I'm glad to see I'm not the only one who didn't dress like they were going to a high end cocktail party. Not that you don't look fantastic." He added, not wanting to offend her... at least not yet.

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Peter wondered what his father would think of Ms. Lehoux, not that Peter really gave a shit if his father disapproved. He had a feeling if his father hated her, Peter would like her even more. "You know your drinks, Fischer. Maybe I should keep a scoreboard." Peter shrugged, "Well if you see it necessary but I should tell you whether it be recorded or not, I always win." He replied following her as she lead him away and not realizing the irony of how by the end of this night, him and Coco's whole relationship would be jealousy games. All Peter knew at the moment was he was with his Coco Pepples and he was quite content. He smiled as she took his hand and he intertwined their fingers before he situated him in front of the couch and pushed him back. He laughed slightly and was glad his drink didn't spill much. A few drops splashed onto his hand but that was no big besides the change of position, as in Coco straddling his lap totally made it worth it.

He pulled the glass to his mouth and took a drink as she did. "We were here.. unless of course you thought grinding against your dick meant dancing.. but come on.. you know I play a better ball game." Peter almost blushed at that which was hard to do. He gave a small laugh and nodded, he had thought she meant dancing although he was perfectly alright with this alternative mean. He nodded, "I guess you do, I'm so sorry I didn't know better." He rested his hands on her legs, his fingertips tingling at their smoothness and warmth. He moved his hands up her legs and around to the small of her back and pulled her even closer to him, "You might have to punish me for my negligence?"

((how are we going to pry these two apart for the plot? lol))

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Mark was not used to these places. He wasn't used to these places where there were scantily clad girls everywhere. Where their were drunk people everywhere and they all seemed to be entertained by something on their phones that Mark didn't even want to know what they were looking at. Okay, so maybe part of him wanted to know but not too much. He was a curious guy who was the type to want to know everything but if it really mattered he would hear abut it later. "I don't think so. The last time I checked, you weren't. Then again, I never checked anything." He smirked. He was impressed that even though she probably had no idea what he was talking about, she gave it an honest try. She may be this nice, bubbly girl which may not really be his type but she was cute, not just physically but her personality was cute and as much as mark hated it, he had a soft spot for cute. He had the same soft spot when he was with Sam. "Well that means a lot to me."

"I'm glad you came."

Mark smiled again and stepped a bit further outside, "Of course you are. I'm a joy." He replied only slightly sarcastic. He leaned against the railing and glanced up at the night sky. It was a gorgeous night, despite how guilty part of him felt for being on... well what he was pretty sure was a date. And his sister had not made him feel any better about him meeting up with natalie. As much as he hated it, his sister had completely one upped him... plus she called his truck cruddy... which is wasn't. "So..." He began straightening up and facing both her and the inside party, "What do people do at these things aside from drugs and sex? not that I would be opposed to either... " he said semi-sarcastically again.

[Daphne Hayes]

riley daphne lucy chanel

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& when i wake up
i realize that everything's still wrong
i'm still here & you're still gone
it's not fair, cause either way i spin it
separation seems so wrong
these breaks are far too long for me

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When he dropped Bevin, Daphne, and Lucy off at the club he let out a long needed sigh. He was with a friend when Lucy called and told him that he'd be taking Daphne too. His friend joked about how he was going to take three girls down to Los Angeles and Riley failed to see the so-called 'luck'. Riley had concluded to his friend that he was either the smartest guy in the world or the stupidest. Now, he was the stupidest. He was glad he'd probably only end up taking Bevin home since Daphne said she'd probably get a ride home with a friend, and Lucy...eh, he might have to but she'd probably schmooze her way into someone else's car. Riley zoomed over to his old apartment building, near the big college campus. It was different being back here. He hadn't been here in so long. He remembered when he left Valkyrie to get away from the constant hold Valkyrie had on him, and probably everyone else in the city. Guess it always come around back to you since in the end, he wanted to come back.

Yet, he was excited to get out of the city that was full of sex, drugs, and fame. After he picked up some of the things he had left behind, he was heading back to the club. He could already imagine Bevin being all by herself not knowing who to talk to since it seemed that neighter Daphne or Lucy was. He really did wonder why she wanted to go. She really never talked to half the girls that were going and when all of her male friends were all over their girlfriends, Riley thought she would be out of place. Oh, but Riley felt like he would too. He hadn't gone to highschool parties since...high school? and Vegas didn't count.

Finally, back at the club, he parked his car in the parking lot and flowed into the club with all the other people, mostly teenagers and most students he taught in class. He didn't even notice a blonde that he knew very well, as he walked towards the bar. He put a hand on the bar and asked the waiter, "Can I have a..." he trailed off for a moment. He wasn't a big drinker, but a little something wouldn't be that bad. No, wait, he was driving home. "it'll just be a water."[/color] As the bartender nodded and went to go get his water, Riley turned his head to look for Bevin, but through the mounds of people, he couldn't see her. "Here, bud." Riley turned back and took the water. He moved away from the bar, but not entirely, still looking for Bevin. He furrowed his eyebrows when he thought he saw a familiar head in the crowd. No, she was in Australia. Addison, the girl he feel completely head over heels for and ended up proposing to her only to get a big fat no. No, she couldn't be here. She was in Australia where he had left her when he came back to America...or where she left him.

He shook his head at the silly thought and turned back to look at where he was going. Too late. He totally bumped into a someone that was sitting at the edge of the bar. "I'm sorry..."[/color] he trailed off as he saw who was indeed in front of him. After just fantasizing about who he thought he saw. She was now right in front of him. "Addison?"[/color]
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Why wasn't she with her friends? It was her friend's birthday party, and she was one of the closest friends. And yet...Daphne was lazily laying on one of the couches, with her dress hiked up to just about her thighs, two empty martini glasses in front of her, and one almost empty one in her hand. When everyone was looking at their cellphones, Daphne was wondering what the fuck was going on. So, she got hers out to see there was a message from that SS bitch who had some fascination with her ass. As she was opening the massage, her cellphone fell out of her hand and onto the floor. "Oh, shit." Taking up about all her energy, she bent over and got it, when it fell it must have opened it up, and when she focused her hazy eyes on the screen did she think was what she was Haley Summers having sex with a random. Daphne squinted and drank some more as she knitted her eyebrows together. "Ew." It was like she was talking to herself, but since she wasn't over by all her friends, she was making do with what she had.

Hell, Sacha would have been amusing if Daphne let her come. When Sacha asked if she could come. Daphne made up some excuse and she couldn't. What made Daphne angry was that when the other quad girls asked her if Sacha was coming, like they wanted the life-ruiner to come. Daphne told them she was sick. It was bad enough Daphne wasn't talking to her friends, but to let her sister, who she had this jealously pang that they liked Sacha better, come was a stupid idea. And Daphne was the puppet master with all things involving Sacha. Though, she did feel bad that day when she ditched her at the beach, and from what she heard, the stupid French girl almost died. Freak.

Sighing, she tipped the rest of her drink down her throat, and placed it with the rest of the glasses on the little table in front of her. As she scanned the crowd she saw someone that she had only heard stories about around the street. That college student that sold drugs. Daphne's only expierence with drugs was when her and Anne were in the parking lot, sophomore year, smoking some pot. She pursed her lips and thought for a moment. Then, Daphne got up and started walking over to the corner not far away from the couch she had been sitting on. On her way over, she plucked another random drink from the cocktail waiter's tray, and had another drink. She was half wobbling over in her heels and slightly tipsy. She stopped in front of him and blinked for a moment, "You'rrre that Nate kid, rightt? The one that...wait, of course you are. Look, I need something. You have annnything good?"
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Lucy was horrible at reading faces, so as much as she tried to read Luke's face, she was failing miserably. So, she was just settling for what his replies were. So, she kept with the part and held onto Chester's arm like she was just so happy. Of course this wasn't true, because Chester was no Luke. Sure, Chester was appealing to the eye, but he just wasn't for her. "And yeah, she is such a beautiful girl, so I'm kinda confused on how she ended up with a faggot like you" Lucy blinked and opened her mouth. She could not believe he just said that, "Uhh," she started but she didn't know what to say to that. Guess Chester was a bit taken back as well, because when Lucy looked up to him, his face had a hard expression. "I guess she's lowered her standards, which she shouldn't" Lucy let go of Chester's arm and her own expression seemed to soften from her confused one.

He did care. He did care with boys she liked, Ok, maybe this was the first one she ever really introduced him too, and it was odd timing after what happened after the restaurant, but right now, Lucy didn't even care. "Dude, do you have a problem?" Before Chester could do anything, which Lucy thought she probably could. She known the guy for about five seconds before she was dancing and kissing him. She stepped closer to Luke, more so inbetween the two guys. "No, he doesn't." When Luke asked her if he could talk to her, her stomach fluttered with butterflies, she just wasn't sure if it was a good reason or a bad one. "Yeah, sure."

"Yeah, sure. Um, Chester? I'll be back?" Chester glared at Luke before looking at Lucy, "Yeah, whatever." He left to go back out to the dance floor where all his buddies were, with new girls to dance with. She turned back to Luke and sighed. "Ok, that was a little mean. Did you need to call him a faggot?"[/color] she asked him as she just put her drink on the counter to put her hand on her hips. "And what was that about fucking standards? I'm sorry everyone can't be like you, Luke." She then crossed her arms across her chest and looked really upset, this time, not acting it all out. "Luke...you even said it yourself. You're not trying to have a girlfriend right now. I don't want to wait around until you are."[/color]

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"So, Miss Down and Dreary, when are you going to fill me up on the juicy details about Mr. Mysterious from the club and why you high tailed your ass out of the town without a word?"

That sentence pretty much summed up her entire stay at Valkyrie in December to about one day into the new year. Chanel ran a hand through her thick brown hair. "Um, never? It's just something I'd rather not talk about again, Tess." Probably the closest friend she's made when she came to Valkyrie would have to be Contessa. Ironically they met at Chanel's week-stint as a stripper at the local stripper club in Valkyrie. As scary close as they had become, Chanel could really only tell Daphne what might have happened when she slept with Cornelius. She might, which was a stretch, had become pregnant, but Chanel reassured her self a thousand times when she went back to New York. It wasn't even possible. "I told you anyways, I go to school in New York. So, I would have had to go back sometime." It had been hard for her these past few weeks. The only thing good out of this was her mother, who was never very... nuturing, had been calling her to see if everything was alright with her. Her father though, was another story. Everytime she tried to talk to him, he was 'busy' or 'gone'.

"Well, let me rephrase that. You told me so instead, are you going to tell me why you left without telling him?"

Chanel rolled her eyes and looked over at her friend in the driver's seat. "Are you kidding? My dad would kill him."[/color] She sighed and looked out the window. She was glad that Contessa had visited her in New York. She told the sappy story and then Tessa told her she should come to Bailey's birthday party in Los Angeles. Los Angeles definitely was not Valkyrie, so she accepted. She was still nervous about what might be growing inside of her, but she kept it to herself and vowed not to become a total drunk like Daphne tonight. "Oh I sware, Chanel, all the guys are going to shit themselves when they see you. You look hott." Chanel laughed. "Well, they are going to shit themselves when they see you. We gonna show them some moves we picked up at Underneath?"[/color] She joked and nudged Contessa's shoulder. "Just joking." she added.

She laughed again when Tessa grew impaitent with the person in front of her. "You should so not be driving. You're going to kill me."[/color] On the way back, Chanel hoped that her friend would let her drive. Chanel was not going to drink and Contessa probably was. Designated driving was going to be Chanel tonight. As they parked, Chanel got out and linked arms with Contessa. "Thank you sooo much for getting me out. I so needed this."[/color] Who knew if she would ever see Conny again, and according to her father, that might never ever happen. As much as she loved beign with him, she should just enjoy life as it is now.
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[everett]

tito,,

jason,,

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It’s on, it’s on, it’s on and I’m home
get the patrone on and tell them that it's on [/center][/size][/i]

Jason moved through the crowd, looking for Haley. He didn’t know why he was even looking for her, but he was sure it was because he was a friend of her mother’s…somehow. More like, friend of a friend, but that was basically the same thing wasn’t it? But yeah, Jason thought it was his civic duty to watch out for Haley, and that was making sure she wasn’t being harassed at some party because she had made a porno. Or rather, was tricked into making a porno, which was totally different. Okay, so it was her choice to get drunk and taken advantage of, but it wasn’t as if she just told the dude to videotape the entire thing and then later blur his own face out, now did she? Okay…that could have been a possibility, like some sort of publicity stunt, but she was only in high school – that porno crap was Hollywood type shit. Like that Paris Hilton sex tape, but we all know that was her, no matter how hard she tried to deny it. After about two minutes of moving at superhuman speed through the crowd, Jason gave up – she had to be outside. Maybe Tito had seen her. Yeah, Tito. Tito was like a ghost, he knew almost everything that Jason asked him that wasn’t school-related.

Meanwhile, Tito was looking down at Jordin as she spoke. And he knew Adrian was probably pissed like a…pissed-off surfer would be when they saw some guy talking to their girl. But damn it, Tito had to do it. Tito had to break her heart, but now, standing there, he wondered if he really had the balls to do it. Did he have the guts to be able to throw away Jordin’s heart like that? Would it be right to just…use her and throw her away? Well, he knew that it wasn’t true, but Adrian and Jordin deserved to be together, and he had to help them out. But, now, did he have the balls to trigger sadness inside of Jordin? Did he have the balls to piss Adrian off when he found out about Tito’s plan? Did he have the balls to fight back when Adrian would more than likely attack him? The answer to that was, No. Tito considered running away, just leaving Jordin and Adrian alone, and somehow, by God’s grace, they would end up together like he had been planning for so long. This is the cost of being a good person, just like that punk bitch Jason said, Tito thought as he smiled at Jordin. “Hey, can I talk to you for a moment…privately?” Tito said, as he gently placed a hand on Jordin’s arm and began to lead her off the dance floor, which was really beginning to smell like shit. Damn rich kids couldn’t even buy deodorant.

Jason caught a glimpse of Tito in the crowd, moving through it while a blonde girl followed behind him. That must have been Jordin. Jason didn’t know Jordin, because he didn’t teach her, but Tito talked about her all the time, but yeah, he never saw a picture of her or anything. Pushing a kid out of the way, who must have fell on the floor, Jason made his way towards Tito, and finally caught up to him when Tito was a good distance away from the dance floor. Jason walked up next to Tito, and looked over at Jordin. “Ms.A imes, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I am terribly sorry to disturb your date so, but I must talk to Tito – it is of the upmost urgency.

[/b]” Jason said as he pulled Tito off to the side, a good two feet away from Jordin.

Tito shot Jordin a very confused look and gave her a shrug while he allowed Jason to pull him off to the side.

“What’s the problem, J-man?”

“Have you seen Ms. Summers?"

“I think she went outside. Why?...OH! I get it. My boy wants to get busy tonight, I knew you had it in ya man. Tap that ass hard for me.”

“No, numbnuts, I have to talk to her.”

“Talk to her? Heh, more like talk her into having sex with you. Don’t worry Jason, I won’t tell anyone. ”

“”Damn straight you won’t tell anyone. Or else I’ll tell Ms. Jordin all about your little plan. We wouldn’t want that happening, would we?”

“Just go fuck Haley and leave me alone, punk, heh. And hey, if I get kicked out because Adrian kicks my ass because of this whole Jordin thing, you better not be banging Haley cause I’m gonna need a savior, okay?”

“I’ll see you later, Tito, and good luck with Jordin. She seems very sweet, and if you break her heart, I’ll be the one kicking your ass.”[/b]

Jason gave Tito a pat on the shoulders and ran off, while Tito turned his attention back to Jordin and began to walk back towards her. Taking in a deep breath, he looked down at Jordin and just stared into her eyes. “Jordin, may I have this kiss?” Tito said as he got down on his knees and stared up at Jordin. Okay, well, whatever that would mean, he did it. He did that the first time they kissed, and this would more than likely be the last, and he really needed to remember this, even after he had to break her heart, or whatever happened. “Please?” Tito said, biting his bottom lip.

Jason meanwhile had made it outside, and looked around. There was a girl, not too far away from him, sitting on the steps, a sad look on her face. He descended down the steps and made his way towards her. Checking his hair once more, he took in a deep breath. “Here we go, Jason, prove your worth and your loyalty., Jason thought as he approached Haley. “Well, if it isn’t the beautiful Haley Summers sitting out here all by herself.[/b]” Jason said as he sat down next to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. “May I ask the reason why?”

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[Mystery O'Brian]

mystery o'brian
I’ll dance with somebody new
Won’t have to think about you
And who knows
What let go will lead to

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Mystery was pacing back and forth in the foyer of Les Deux, chewing down on her lip. She wasn't sure if she should really be here or not; after all, this was a senior party with lots of drinking and just partying in general. Not really a place for a junior like her to be. Mainly because, although she was a junior, she hadn't really made a name for herself yet. So, naturally, now one might ask just why in the hell she was there. Well, part of it was because of the stupidity of her younger classmates, and the other part was out of...what little respect she was able to have for the upper classmen of Valkyrie Academy. Either that, or because, unlike quite a few people that she knew, she had a conscience. Sometimes, she wasn't sure that worked in her favor.

So, here she was, struggling with herself, and recalling what she had heard sometime on Thursday afternoon, just as school was getting out. As she was closing her locker, Mystery turned to meet a group of about twelve freshman in a circle, laughing and nodding. 'Okay, so it's a deal. We sneak in the back door, and Janice, you and Marcus knock over some plates.' A few nodding people in the crowd, and one girl and a guy next to her gave each other high-fives as the person who appeared to be the leader of the pack continued. 'So then, I go in with Kelsey and Nick and we switch out little Ms. Princess' cake with the one Michelle is making with extra vanilla icing.' A slight array of cheering and laughing in the mix before they started to disperse. 'But she's allergic to vanilla. She could get hurt.' A worried passer by said quietly as they left. 'Ah, she diserves it. She wouldn't let any of us go to her party.' The leader assured the worried girl as they walked past Mystery, shooting her a stony 'you tell, you die' sort of glance.

Well, after hearing this, Mystery couldn't get it out of her head. If Bailey really was allergic to vanilla, it probably wasn't a good idea that she be eating it at her own birthday party. So all today she had fought with herself about whether or not to show up and warn Bailey about it. Finally, she had just gone downtown, gotten on a train, and went to L.A.. She had gotten ready on the train, putting on her dress in the bathroom, as well as doing her hair and somehow managing to put on makeup too. A tricky feat on the train, especially when people were knocking on the door every five minutes to be let in. But, here she was, just after eight o'clock, wondering if there was any chance in hell that she could pull this off. After all, she was pretty much a nobody. How many seniors would spend their birthday listening to the poor excuses made by someone like her?

"Well, no time like the present..." She mumbled, taking a step inside the actual club. The music pulsed around her in a sudden fashion, startling her slightly. Taking in a deep breath, she made her way through the crowd, ducking and weaving past arms passing around drinks, until she reached the main circle of people, one of which she could only assume was Bailey. After all, Mystery had seen her a few times, and even in the dim lights you could pretty much tell who was who. Now, granted, there weren't many people that she did know that were here, seeing how she wasn't really allowed to be at this party. But hey, she hadn't been caught yet, so she might as well continue in this little mission of hers.

Mystery walked into the center of the crowd to where Bailey was, tapping the older girl on the shoulder. Shrinking back a moment from the weird glances she was getting from people around her. "Bailey? Look...I know you don't know me but I..." Sighing for a moment, she began again quickly. After all, if she was going to be kicked out, it might as well be after she told the Birthday Girl about the plan to ruin her party. "Okay. I know you don't know me, but I heard about a group of freshman who were going to replace your cake with one with vanilla in it. And I know you're allergic so I just thought I would..." Trailing off with a small shrug, Mystery gave a half-hearted smile, she bit the side of her lip for a moment, thinking about her next move. She hadn't really thought that far, to be honest.

"But yeah...I just thought you should know, I guess. So I uh...Guess I'll be going now." Now that she'd done what she'd come here to do, there was really no point in her staying anyways.

[lukesummitt]

TALAN

"A drink sounds fantastic actually, but I think it's an open bar but your chivalry is duly noted."

Talan smiled, holding back a blush, and shrugged"Heh, I tried". As much as he would have liked to deny the comment Luke made when they were back at the Summitt Estate, there was some truth in it. Talan had been wanting to make a move on Laura for a while now; there had been plenty of chances, he had just never yet fully taken advantage of any. The most recent and most obvious example was when he had been teaching her to play basketball. They had been so close to kissing, but then one of his cousins saw them, so nothing ever ended up happening. In the back of his mind, Talan did hope that a bit of alcohol would help him work up the courage to make a move on the girl, so that maybe she could solidify her feelings for him, and they could move on in their relationship.

Talan nodded as Laura excused herself for a moment to go talk to Haley. As she did so, Talan took out his phone realizing that he had gotten a text message from Wilbert. Never one to be interested in gossip or anything that SS did, Talan did not recieve texts from her, but apparently his cousin thought whatever she had put up was 'hella fucking amazing'. It was a sex-video of Haley Summers. Talan closed and put away his phone before he really saw much, but the point had definitely gotten across. He liked Valkyrie, but he hated how things like this happened to seemingly good people. He didn't know Haley too well, but he was pretty sure that exposing the tape hadn't been her doing. He watched as Laura have Haley a hug, and assumed that she was comforting her after finding out about the release of the video.

Once again, Talan nodded when Laura returned by his side, "No problem, really." At this point, after seeing the video, Talan wouldn't have even minded if Laura preferred to spend the night comforting Haley. Of course, he would have been extremely disappointed that his time with her was ruined, but it certainly would have been for a good cause. Plus, Laura's caring nature was one of the reasons that Talan absolutely adored her. But, luckily Haley was strong enough to handle things on her own, seemingly at least, and Talan and Laura were off to get drinks.

With his acute bipolar disorder, Talan always had to make sure to go light on the alcohol. Ever since he was diagnosed, the boy had never been able to get 'smashed' or 'hammered' because of the fear that he would go into a manic state. So, for the night he would settle, as always, for just a beer or two. It was enough to get him slightly buzzed, but it wasn't enough to inhibit him at all. As time passed, the people around him got drunker and drunker, and Talan found it quite amusing. He was much more interested in Laura and their conversation, but he did have to admit that watching hundreds of drunk teenagers try to dance to a fast beat was quite hilarious. "How you holding up there, Stillings?" he said with a small laugh and a teasing smile.

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LUKE

Luke could tell that both Lucy and this so-called 'Chester' were both surprised at Luke's response. Well, good. That was, after all, exactly what he was going for. He wanted to piss Chester off so he would go away, and he wanted to let Lucy know that even after what he had said at the restuarant, he still did care for her. Chester then provided the token tough-guy response by asking Luke if he had a problem. This didn't intimidate Luke in the least, and if he needed to, he could absolutely fuck this guy up. He had gotten in fights before at clubs, and this Chester guy looked like an absolute punk. But, in any case, Luke remained calm, kept sitting, and let Lucy step in for him. A smile crossed the boys lips as he watched Chester walk back onto the dancefloor, and Lucy stepped over to him.

"Ok, that was a little mean. Did you need to call him a faggot?"

He laughed a little, "Would have you preferred me call him a pussy?" he rose his eyebrow, his mood lightened now that Chester was gone and he had Lucy alone. Unfortunetly, Lucy wasn't as pleased, and he could see in her eyes that she was actually distressed by this whole situation. I'm sorry everyone can't be like you, Luke..you even said it yourself. You're not trying to have a girlfriend right now. I don't want to wait around until you are." And there it was, once again. His first reaction was to let his ego take control and let her walk away and back to the dance floor and Chester. After all, he was Luke Summitt, and when he felt that he was ready to have a girlfriend, Lucy would still want to be with him, no matter how long he kept her waiting.

But, then he thought of what had happened with Kelsey. Things had been different because another girl had been involved, but in that case he had only kept her waiting a couple of hours while he did whatever he felt like doing. And now he was going to keep her waiting a few more weeks? Or more? And she was openly stating that she wasn't going to wait for him, and she had just proven to him that she could easily get other guys. He was going to have to choose between living the single life, or Lucy, and he wasn't going to have the luxury of having her wait around for him to be ready to have a girlfriend. She had been waiting long enough.

"Well" he stood up from his seat so that they were face-to-face, and he slipped his arms around her waist, "what if I told you.." he leaned his forehead against hers so that their noses were touching, "you didn't have to?" Luke let his words linger between them before saying what he had been wanting to since they last saw eachother. "I just haven't been able to get you off my mind for the last few days. And I've been so fuckin stupid for like ever 'cause the girl I've been lookin' for has been right in front of me, and like telling me she likes me and shit and I guess I've just been igoring it. And i've been thinkin' about how things would be if you were my girlfriend 'cuase I mean we're already best friends and shit so the only other part I guess would be the physical part and.." he let his hand slide up and down her back as a smirk danced on his lips, "that should be easy enough," God, Luke was such a mess when it came to these things. As smooth as he was when it came to seducing girls and getting them in bed, Luke sure had a hard time expressing his thoughts, feelings, and emotions. "I guess what I'm tryna say is, I want you to be my girlfriend, Lucy" he paused for a moment, "If your still into it."

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[Adrian Mitchell]

Adrian Mitchell
I just can’t look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it’s just the price I pay

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Bailey's eighteenth; Les Deux

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"Oh the sex tape thing, that's her." Adrian let out a low whistle and pulled nervous face watching Anne triumphantly and drunkenly bounce away from Haley. He was both stoned and drunk, and now he was giddy at the sight of Jordin with that grin on her face, he didn't even notice his sister take off with her bitch crew.

Adrian raised a curious brow at Tito when he spoke to Jordin calling her beautiful? He thought it was just Tito being the dickhead he was and laughed, turning towards the lounge and flipping the bird at Parker who had just arrived with his cousin the one that was always around with them but didn't smoke pot which fucking weirded Adrian out. Though he was nice dude, a little self absorbed but whatever it didn't bother Adrian. "Hey fag boy" he called out a lopsided grin on his face. Turning back to Jordin he went to speak to her, but Tito had grabbed her arm and they where walking away...together. Confused Adrian followed the two pushing past several people, including his cousin Seb and that pretty college girl he was friends with. Seb had tried speaking to him but Adrian dismissed him and had paused watching Tito speak to Jordin a little to close for Adrian's liking, as in leaning in to kiss her. What. The. Fuck.

'Jordin may I have this kiss, please.'

It was like the music had stopped at everyone in the entire club had fallen silent when Tito spoke those words, what was worse was that Jordin was leaning up on her tippy toes and Tito was leaning in and....hell fucking no this was not on. After all he had told Tito about Jordin, confessing how he felt about her and confiding in him like a real mate, he should of known the drug fucked loser had an agenda. Just shows you can't trust anyone in this town not even your mates. Drawing in a sharp breath Adrian downed the rest of his drink and chucked the glass to the ground, he didn't even hear it shatter he was too busy walking over to Tito and Jordin fists clenches by his side. A lump had formed in his throat and Adrian stopped beside Tito his eyes narrowed and a scowl on his face "Your such a fucking dog cunt" Adrian yelled shoving him back and away from Jordin, several people had turned to watch the scene unfolding. Adrian's face contorted with rage as he continued yelling at Tito Haymer, college stoner loser who was now no longer a friend of his "Did you think I wouldn't find out?" You sick traitor fuck, god he should rip of his legs and then his arms and feed him to great whites. He shoved him again, this time a little harder then before.

Adrian should of expected something like this from Tito, the guy couldn't be trusted he almost freaking drowned in the white wash at the beach, dude don't ever trust a guy that doesn't surf they steal your girl, not that Jordin was his girl but she could of been if he had the guts to tell her, and he would of eventually maybe tonight if Tito hadn't decided to become a dog and do this to him.

Looking at Jordin, Adrian shook his head and turned back to Tito. At this point he didn't really give a shit if he was thrown out of his sisters party or if Jordin hated him for bashing her 'date' or 'boyfriend' whatever the hell they where, god he felt so sick to the core. Drawing his arm back and throwing a punch hitting Tito fair on the jaw "If you ever pull any shit like that on me again I'll kill you...seriously fucking kill you." At this point Adrian was holding Tito by the top of his shirt, staring up at the guy who was a good foot and a half taller then him. If Adrian had been sober, not stoned and in his right state of mind he never would of hit Tito, shit the guy was huge compared to Adrian's scrawny stoner frame but right now he really didn't give a shit the guy could beat him black and blue and Adrian probably wouldn't feel any worse then what he already did.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/font]

[asia4]

kiran SLADE.


Stand up and be counted
For what you are about to receive
We are the dealers
We'll give you everything you need
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January 27, 2007.
Les Deux, Los Angeles.
Bailey¡¦s 18th birthday party.

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It was a rare thing for a girl like Kiran Slade to be, well, intimidated. Scared. Timid. Whatever the hell you wanted to call it, it was an emotion rarely ¡V if ever ¡V felt by the Australian supermodel. To be intimidated by someone meant that that special someone had to be taller, thinner, more beautiful and stylish; not to mention a quick wit, flirtatious persona and effortless chic. And, to be frank, there were very few people like that in the world. Especially someone above Kiran. Sure, in her world, nearly every girl was skinnier than she was; but who wasn¡¦t? Those girls fell over themselves trying to get onto Sydney Fashion Week, only to collapse from dehydration or lack of energy in the middle of the runway „² true story. But, when she stepped into three-inch heels, the Australian female towered over many of the males she knew. And, come on, she had been spotted at the mall when she was twelve by some model agent buying socks for her daughter; right away, she had said, that she knew Kiran would grow into a real stunner. And, wow! Guess what. She did. As for stylish? Please, honey, there were very few unstylish girls trumping through the hallways of Valkyrie Academy. Sure, there was the odd fashion malfunction, too tight clothes on a too fat a frame, and some unfortunate choices ¡V that lame Scene Kid trend, anybody? ¡V but it wasn¡¦t all bad.

Especially tonight. More than ninety percent of the people she had seen looked both fashionable and hot. Some people a little too preppy for her taste, and other much too casual. But good.

Grinning devilishly at Bailey¡¦s sudden eruption of giggles, Kiran allowed her own eyes to look around Les Deux as well. So, she had turned out to be right, obviously. There had been no way that there were this many A-listers, and maybe a high B-lister or two, at Valkyrie. VA was a big school, but the unpopular had always vastly outnumbered the popular. That happened in every high school across the globe; it was natural selection, after all. But, the expression on her face was true. More people equals more fun. ¡§Hah, word travels fast at Valkyrie, darling. I wouldn¡¦t be surprised if like, the social rejects came here because they thought they fit in.¡¨ Her voice light, observing their surroundings boredly, she merely shrugged. Truth be told, there had been very few memories drifting around in her sub-conscious of times she and Bailey had gone out together. Sure, when her and Jade had hit the local clubs several times a week, Bailey had tagged along for alcohol drinks and to amuse the other members of their little trio ¡V but did any of that really count? Now that she was experiencing the new, fierce Bailey, she had to admit¡Kshe was impressed. Impressed that she had evolved so quickly and flawlessly. Kudos Valkyrie, you get one point.

Crossing her slender arms loosely and leaning them on the dark bar counter, Kiran smirked in amusement as the older man purchased the two girls drinks without question. Damn, another impressive move. Curling her left fingers around the small shot glass, the Aussie glanced at her friend [ex-friend? Best friend? Object of amusement?] before downing her own. Deep down, Kiran had seriously considered not even drinking tonight. Not much, anyways. She could hold her alcohol well, yes, and she was a functional drunk ¡V but the hangovers¡Kugh. Even she had to admit waking up two hours late for school, and looking a hell of a lot more bloated than the previous night wasn¡¦t a whole lot of fun. But whatever. Tonight was her old friend¡¦s birthday. Alcohol was, apparently, a must. Placing the empty shot glass on the bar, the model jumped at the sudden sound of an oily, charming voice. Turning and arching her right eyebrow at Max, Kiran merely smiled with obvious distaste. Talk about trying a little too hard. But hey, she probably had to get used to that for tonight. For Miss Slade had no real desire to leave her fellow Australian¡¦s side that night, perhaps for dancing and quick vodka runs, but that was about it.

Noticing the second look of surprise on Bailey¡¦s face, Kiran merely smirked once more as she levelled her gaze onto Bella. She hadn¡¦t really spoken to the English Mystique herself, but it was obvious that the girl had serious status at Valkyrie. She looked the part, acted the part, and worked it. Damnit. ¡§Look at you, working a fucking runway.¡¨ A tipsy grin on her face as Kiran spoke to Bella for the first time in a few days, she simply took the vodka glass from Bailey. Turning to face the dance floor fully and leaning her lithe body against the side of the bar, she fell wordless as Bailey and Bella trumped off to find Anne to hit the dance floor. Crossing one arm across her stomach and pressing her palm into her opposite hip, she blew a tired sigh. Besides intimidated, Kiran was beginning to feel like the tag-along this time. Shrugging carelessly as she slowly stumbled towards the group of quad girls, the model kept a sharp eye out for her current best friend. No need to feel like the unwanted puppy.

Keeping her eyes open for where Bailey had began to dance; Kiran wrapped a slender hand around Shay¡¦s wrist and pulled her from the wall where she had been people-watching. Ugh, lame one, Anderson. She was approaching drunk, but she was still in there. And the Kiran Slade we all knew wasn¡¦t someone who settled for second best. ¡§Mind if a poor soul joins us?¡¨ Motioning to the surprised girl behind her, she grinned once more. Why not?

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[scott]

• m a l i n d a s •
tell the dj to play my song
& we can dance all night
'til the early morning
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les deux in los angeles
bailey's birthday party
saturday, january 27, 2007
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Lots of people wondered why and how Nikki and Amanda were friends. To them, it just seemed weird that the two were friends and some thought it would be more fitting if they were enemies. Nikki, however, didn't think like that because she was so used to Amanda being one of her best friends. It was just something that happened, but how they become friend was in the past. It already happened. The real question was, how long would the friendship last? Valkyrie had so many friends turned enemies and just so much drama. Nikki and Amanda had already had some drama and Nikki really hoped that she wouldn't have to deal with a lot more. Nikki wouldn't be surprised if a lot of problems happen at the party because Valkyrie liked to squeeze in problems at places where people were having fun.

"I'm sorry I didn't give you too much of a heads up on that, it was pretty spontaneous. But, I must give you the details on that later."

Nothing was good when it involved Jason, but Nikki had to get used to it considering how Brianna was now with him. Out of all the guys her cousin could have chosen, she picked Jason. And then Amanda ran away with Jason, so Nikki knew that she would most likely be hearing more about him. "No you didn't give me details. I've been very curious." Nikki said. She had been wondering what she had been doing with Jason, but maybe it would be better if Nikki didn't know. "Dance? Sure, but I think I'm the one that needs a drink. I haven't one in about a month." It was true. Nikki hadn't been to any kind of party or event in so long, so she wanted to have some fun today. "Excuse me as I get a little something.

Nikki said. She really didn't think that leaving Scott and Amanda alone was too bad. What could they possibly do? Nikki walked to the bar, thinking that they couldn't do anything in the few minutes she was gone.

Scott thought that Amanda Summitt was pertty confident about herself, but he liked that. It might not be fun meetnig a bitch but it wasn't exactly exciting when you had to deal with someone sensitive. Which was one reason why he tried to watch himself around Samantha. He may be just be joking around, but something might offend her and he didn't want to do that because dealing with tears was something that he didn't like to do. "So..." He said, unsure of what he should actually say to her. Although Amanda may have 'seemed' like a certain kind of girl doesn't mean that she was like that. He had heard of her [no surprise], but he had only known her for a few seconds. "Why are you at this party? Were you invited, crashing, or forced to go like me?" He wasn't sure if Bailey was the type of girl Amanda might hang out with. He really needed to get caught up with all the things going on in this town.

Having Miles here made Samantha feel good. She just didn't know how much longer she would last once he left. "Okay just know I'm here okay?" Samantha nodded. That made her feel a little better. She'll just keep on having to tell herself that when he left her and enjoyed the party. "Thanks for being such a great friend. It's nice to know that one Giovanni is good." Samantha said. She had believed Paolo when he had said that he was different from most of the other guys, but apparently, he was lying - which didn't make him different. It made him just like all the others. Samantha was now alone...again, trying to figure out what to do with the rest of her life. Samantha wanted to leave the party, yet she felt too weird to leave.

Unlike Brianna who didn't want to leave the party anytime soon. She was with Jason which made everything much more fun. She just felt a little nervous about being with him because he was the kind of guy that didn't seem to be a 'one-girl' kind of guy. Brianna hoped that she had hopefully changed that, but what did she know? Right now, instead of worrying about what could happen with them, Brianna just tried to enjoy her time here. Jason hadn't given her any specfic answer to her question, but then he asked one himself. "What about you? Staying away from that asshole like you promised, or do I have to push him into an empty pool.." Unfortunately for Brianna, she had been staying away from Xavier. She didn't want to ruin anything more with Jason since so many things had already been so messed-up. "Of course I have been staying away from him. I usually keep my promises.

What Jason said after that made Brianna smile. "Is wanting to bring you to my bedroom a.. bad thought? Something I'm not supposed to do?" You just gotta love Jason Lévesque. "I wouldn't say it was a bad thing," It sounded like she half-whispered with a smirk on her face. Then she added, "but some people might." Psh, forget 'people'. It didn't matter if they thought it was a bad thing because Brianna really didn't give a damn what other people thought. There were tons of commercials and things saying now to drink, do drugs, and all that shit, but those commercials definitely weren't convincing because it never stopped Brianna from drinking. Those things never seemed to have an effect on anyone.

Not even Natalie Maliinda. Well, maybe a little but the girl never drank a lot to start with. She wasn't the kind to sneak into clubs, get drunk, and then wake up in bed with some random guy. That just seemed stupid to her, but no, she wouldn't say that she was a complete goodie two shoes. She would drink sometimes, but not a lot because she wouldn't want to end up doing something really stupid. That might change since she was only a sophomore, but who knows what she'll be like two years from now as a senior? Natalie might change a lot and it wouldn't be a surprise because believe it or not, people actually change. Sometimes, it's a good thing while other times, it's not that good at all. Natalie would just have to wait to see what kind of girl she will be, because she doesn't exactly know how to see into the future.

"Of course you are. I'm a joy."

"If you say so." Natalie responded. She had to admit, Mark seemed a little different, but she liked him anyways. He definitely had the looks and she actually liked his sarcasm. It was entertaining sometimes. "What do people do at these things aside from drugs and sex? not that I would be opposed to either... " And there was that sarcasm again. Natalie slightly laughed when he had said that. It was also nice to have a guy that could make you laugh every once in a while. "Well, no durgs or sex. So people probably...Drink?" But Natalie wasn't going to drink tonight. Well, she might but she wasn't planning on to. "Okay, I'm lost. You tell me what people do besides drink, drugs, and sex.[/color]"
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