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xxxxxJackson stood outside the bathroom waiting for a response. The noise of the party made it almost impossible to hear if anything was coming from inside what he assumed to be the bathroom. He waited for a beat before lifting his fist to knock again but was stopped mid-air. The door was opened and a small blonde whom he recognized as Sutton came into view.

”Oh thank god!” he wasn’t given a chance to get a word in edgewise but was instead pulled inside the now confirmed to be bathroom, and the door shut behind him. Sutton was in a panic, it was apparent from just a few seconds of watching her and the single text she'd sent him earlier. It was like high school all over again. She began to pace back and forth, frantically detailing the events that had led to her current state, her body visibly shaking from the nerves. It was becoming more and more apparent that Jackson's hopes and expectations of people changing their ways with age had been too high. He'd suspected it the moment he walked in, but standing there, listening to the way these so-called grown adults had treated her really drove the point home.

The scene felt all too familiar. Suddenly, Jackson was back in their former high school hiding inside one of the empty classrooms as he tried his best to search for the right words that could possibly help soothe Sutton's panic. The boy never thought of himself as being any help. He'd always wondered why she kept coming back to him when he'd felt just as weak as she apparently did. But perhaps that's what kept them close. they shared a common enemy, a similar pain. The only difference now is that unlike before, he could actually protect her.

"Hey...hey hey. Hold on-" his voice remained low and calm, just as it had in the past. Only this time he didn't have the need to pretend that he wasn't just as scared as she was. For once, he truly felt like he could be useful. "Soo, listen-" he moved in front of her, gently cupping her small face in his hands and remained silent until her eyes finally met his. This would mark the first time he saw her in person since she left Oakhedge. He'd always respected her wishes to stay hidden, thankful that she at least wanted to keep in contact. The voice calls and video chats had been enough for him, as long as he knew she was doing alright. Perhaps coming back here had been a bad idea for the both of them, but getting to finally see her in person again was one of the very few good things to come out of this whole mess.

He watched her for a moment, only now realizing she seemed a lot smaller than he remembered. He could feel her body trembling under his touch and had almost forgotten how much it troubled him to see her like this. At this point, he would willingly do whatever it took to help her calm down, even if that spent spending the rest of the party locked up in this bathroom. "That's not going to happen, alright?" he let his hands drop from her face to gently take hold of her hands. If he said he wasn't feeling a rush of nerves himself, he'd be lying, but his friend needed him and perhaps the old Jackson would have hidden but the Jackson now was ready to knock down any else that dared to mess with her. "Those assholes may not have changed, but you have. You're a lot stronger than you give yourself credit for." And definitely a lot stronger than he ever had been.

"Yeah?" the tall man inquired at Rin's question, "Sounds like you could become my ally while staying around. There is something I wanted to ask from you, though..." Yet, both of them were interrupted by two figures from the past.

His face remained the same, and although Zeke had been craving some alcohol recently, he had a big issue - a dilemma - to drink or not, but the moment he suddenly saw Harry and Shailene in front of him, all the emotions he once had in the past flushed over him, and he just felt the need to drown all over again. If he was going to cause some problems later that evening and night, he would gladly take that role of an asshole upon himself. It wasn't far to reach, anyhow. Seeing Harry made him think of Toby all over again, and it made Zeke feel sick... had he really fallen in love with Toby back at college only because that one reminded him of Harry so much? Zeke didn't know, but all he knew was that he was alive and he was unable to save Toby from drowning.

A sudden skin ship from Shailene, but it had escaped as fast as it had appeared; Zeke was just nodding to the two, eyeing Harry with slight curiosity. "Yo," was the only greeting that came from him, from Zeke who was leaning against the bookshelf with a cool, smug aura coming from the Moore heir. But after the words from Rin about Matthew, Zeke drew his dark eyes at Shailene, a rush of sudden emotion of wanting to escape this place flowing over him. He could've easily just do that, but Jax was here and he... wasn't going to leave without at least seeing Nas face to face once.

"I've already got my own," Zeke finally spoke and reached into his fashionable coat' inner pocket and pulled out silver flask, and offering a smug grin, which was more on the side of being playful rather than cocky, "Blue Label at your service," he added, offering a sexy raise of his left eyebrow. Opening the flash, he took a big swing of it, letting tis expensive taste set on his tongue, then burning up all his insides for a moment. It was a bad thing for him to drink, having been sober with difficulty for couple of months then. "Ah, fuck it... Jax can drive later, or I'll just take a cab," he thought to himself, "besides I doubt anyone else but him knows about my demons."

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Location: Davenport Residence
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RIN DAVENPORT
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xxxbut secrets kill
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xxxstill here, there must be something real. "No thank you, Harry," she said in response to him asking if they wanted any drinks, holding up her mostly full glass as an answer. Her eyebrow arched as Zeke pulled a flask from his pocket, declaring it to be blue label. A sharp but playful retort was on her tongue, but she held it back; a good decision as she saw Shay's reaction to the question. It seemed genuine enough, but Rin felt like there was something else there. Something she didn't dwell too hard on. It wasn't her place to pry. She felt like Shailene would afford her the same courtesy.

"I completely agree. However, despite my best efforts and the sheer amount of top quality alcohol on offer, people just don't seem to be in to it," she remarked, glancing around. God, her parties used to be legendary, and she'd be damned if this one went down as a failure. Had even more rumours about her family, hell, Rin herself gotten out? Had any of them even been true? She shrugged it away as Harry reappeared with a glass of red wine for Shay and a glass of what looked like Coke, presumably with something else. She held up her glass to them.

"Here's to fresh starts. Leaving the past behind and all that jazz," she declared. "Now, what do they say? The best leader leads by example? Well, then, gentlemen and lady, I think that's exactly what we need to do." She drained her glass and started for the nearest dance floor, hoping they would follow. She could feel the eyes following her, and that gave her a steely determination. She was Trinity Davenport, and she would give them something to talk about if it killed her. But this party would not be deemed a failure. Whatever else happened, it would not be a failure.