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Aaliyah Shanks

"The thing women have yet to learn is that nobody gives you power. You take it."

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a character in “Another Year at the Buckley School”, as played by chanelindistress

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Full Name
Aaliyah Destiny Shanks

Nicknames
Leah ~ Ya Ya
Allie ~ Queenie
BWB ~ Heiress

Date of Birth
January 1, 1999

Age
Seventeen

Star Sign
Capricorn

Religion
Atheist
Nationality
African-American

Ethnicity
25% Ethiopian {Paternal}
50% Haitian {Maternal}
25% Konkani Indian {Paternal}

Sexual Orientation
Sexually Fluid

Relationship History
2 Boyfriends

Sexual Activity History?
Has Been Mingling

Relationship Status
Single
"In a way, I'd like to think that my mom was a prophet of some sorts when she named me. Exalted. Sublime. Those are what Aaliyah means and, well, considering the fact that there is only one Aaliyah running the halls of Buckley, the shoe obviously fits. The majority of my friends and those who I have given express permission to address me as such call me Allie and Leah, most commonly, with the exception of a host of other little pet names. What can I say? They're cute and they make me smile and I'm not a bitch one-hundred percent of the time. I'd like to say it's fifty-fifty, but I'm pretty sure there's some irrelevant who would say it's more in the eighties. Nevertheless, the one nickname that is exclusive to my best of besties and my baby sister is Ya Ya. They are the only two people in this world allowed to call me that. All others, well...there's no need to issue threats. All others know better. There is one little name that only a handful call me. It's a play on calling me a BBW because they switch it around, which means Black Widow Baby. Everyone knows my favorite Marvel character is Black Widow and both the assassin and the female spider are dangerous to humans. Which means I apparently am too and I'm not even gonna deny it. Cross me and I'll fuck you up six ways from Sunday.

I'm a Capricorn and my birthday is the first of January, so you already know that New Year's Eve and New Year's is lit as fuck. I don't normally get black out drunk, not that this minor partakes in alcoholic beverages if a cop is asking, but that's the one time that I don't have a problem with going all out. A question most people ask because they've heard me speak French outside of school and I've had my mom's mom on snap before, is what am I mixed with. I'll start by saying that my family calls ourselves black. We don't really get specific. However, I do know that my mom is Haitian-American with both of her parents having moved from Haiti together, which is why you hear Haitian-Creole in our house. My dad's family is half Ethiopian and half Indian. All of that simply means that the holidays at our houses are lit. As I am with friends, I'm very selective on who I decide to try this crazy thing called love with. Sex, however, well, the line I walk is definitely not as stereo-typically straight as you might believe. The only ones who know that, however, are again my two faves and those who've been in my bed. Again, like everyone else who doesn't want to go hurdling down the eternal abyss of shunning and shame for talking too much, they know better tan to do so."

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|| 5'5 || 136 lbs. || Mesomorph || Curvaceous ||
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"What these slim thick witcho cute ass Insta hoes won't tell you is that being curvy is only sexy when you're still semi skinny. And they won't tell you that what's not sexy is being nine years old with a developing body and Uncle Ruckus lookin' dudes who've known you your whole life leer. It's traumatizing, which was why I put on weight when I was being home-schooled, among other reasons. It wasn't until the year before I came to Buckley that I decided to get into my grown and sexy, and now, you can't tell a bitch nothing."

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|| Deep Brown || Diamond || Forest Green || Varies; Current || Beauty Marks & Piercings ||
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Even without makeup, Leah could always say that her deep brown complexion, much like chocolate, has always been rather even and clear, with almond-shaped brown flecked, soft green eyes and naturally jet-black hair to complement it. Her hair is curly and thick, and was actually pretty long once upon a time, but she cut it over the summer to shoulder length and has lavender and silver gray streaks. She also has a beauty mark under her right eye and at the top left corner of her mouth, along with both of her earlobes being pierced twice and a belly button piercing.

|| Whole Body Maintenance ||
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|| Kim Kimble's Brazilian Nut & Acai Berry Hair Products || LALICIOUS Body Care Products || Personal Stylist ||Artifact Skin Care Products || Private Chef || Exercise 6+ a Week ||
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"Above anything, everyone can attribute my weight loss to a healthier lifestyle. I stopped snacking on the wrong things and stress eating, and became a lot more active. Going to an actual school helped. Lauren Kyles, our chef, is phenomenal at getting me the food I want, but making it healthy. I'm not saying I don't mess up because that's unrealistic and I have too many cultures swirling in my blood not to crush some grub, sorry not sorry. But I'm trying, while also accepting that curves run in the family. I'm gonna have more of a pudge this week than next week and I'm not afraid of a little cellulite on my thighs. I didn't lose weight to be more attractive. I'm thick, bad and boujee. I do it for my health and because I didn't wanna be afraid of my curves just because the wrong people were looking. And black don't crack, but I'll be damned if I don't attempt to thwart aging anyway.

Which means that I do a lot of spa days and put in work for my skin, like applying a masque bi-weekly and using Tammy Fender's cleansing milk on my face every single day to make sure my skin is clean, soft, and blemish free. Sheanut Oil is a must in our household for hair and skin. I have a host of products that keep me looking, feeling, and smelling phenomenal and I always call on Philip to keep my nails and cuticles on point and healthy. Kim Kimble styles my hair most of the time in protective styles and I have no shame in saying that I wear extensions. I can't exactly put all of those colors in my hair. The difference is that I also take care of my hair on my own. Since I added this color to my actual hair and cut it, I've been making sure it doesn't get dry at all, as I always have and taking the time to wrap it at night, and all that good stuff. I put in actual work for my body and I don't need to make any unnecessary nip and tucks, or even surgeries to get these results."


|| Most Prominent Brands in Her Closet | Fashion Sense ||
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||Pretty Little Thing || Michael Kors || Baddieville || Forever 21 || Alexander Wang || Adidas
ASOS || Balmain || Nasty Gal || Saint Laurent || Giuseppe Zanotti || H&M

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Urban Streetwear Chic & Cool Girl Glam W/ A Dash of Sexy

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|| Without Makeup: 9/10 || With Makeup: 10/10 ||
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One of the things that makes Aaliyah so attractive to people, aside from the fact that she has curves for days, is the fact that Aaliyah knows that she's attractive without anyone having to tell her. Even without makeup, she's always aware that she's one of the prettiest faces in the room and she doesn't need anyone's validation for that, even if people chalk that up to vanity. At the end of the day, confidence is key - both in believing that you're bad as fuck and in everyone else believing so too.

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Strength(s)
Exceptionally observant herself, even though she plays nonchalant or as if she's not paying attention, Aaliyah is. Not much gets by her; she just doesn't spend a lifetime calling everyone out on every shady or secret thing that they do. She also has a way of not telling anyone what she thinks. Keeping a blank expression helps, but Leah words around what she wants to get from others, eventually asking questions in an assuming way that people don't always get that she's either reading them or manipulating them. She's definitely verbally tactile and considering she's in the top percentile of her class, she's definitely a very smart young woman. Also, Leah isn't one to show when she's stressed or taken aback, oftentimes seeming rather unbothered by most reveals unless she genuinely feels like she needs to pretend. It works in her favor that she possesses a natural charm and cunning mind that never allows her act impulsively.

Weakness(es)
One of Leah's weaknesses is her willingness to play dirty. It isn't that she has an extremely low conscientious. She has some honor. But she also has an easily repressed moral compass when it comes to those she sees as enemies or even worthy of being cast aside if it benefited herself or those she loves. Meaning, if the relationship isn't one Leah has rationalized as a long-standing one, then she's not afraid to exploit weaknesses she has learned or betray if it serves her purpose, especially in cases of revenge. With that in mind, she can be quite vindictive and a part of it is that she feels she has to be. She's considered a queen and queens don't just let slights against their person slide. Another issue is that Leah isn't good with her emotions and expressing her feelings. She feels as though they are a weakness, a trait and lesson from her mother. Oh, she recognizes and revels in the negative emotions such as anger, but when it comes to the good feelings like love - especially love - Leah's unable to fully accept them or feel comfortable with them. So, she pushes those connections away as far as she can. In a way, she tells herself it's not selfish since she's protecting them from being disappointed or hurt. Which means she's also protecting herself. But of course, she wouldn't see this naturally reserved part of herself as a trait.

Mental, Behavioral or Physical Disabilities?
None, as far as she is concerned. Though her last therapist visit and an online survey indicated that Leah is secretly suffering from clinical depression.

Greatest Joys
• Being a Royal • Her Baby Sister, Aisha • Being a Aaliyah Shank • Feeling Accomplished and Proud of Her Accomplishments

Greatest Fears
• Disappointing Her Mother • Not Getting Into MIT and Having to Attend Her Mother's Choice • Anything Happening to Aisha • Being Vulnerable to A Special Someone

Priorities
• Maintain her Reputation and Social Status • Graduate At Top of Her Class • Get into Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT)

Life Philosophy
“The conundrum of sanity and insanity, is that it serves us to be some of each. It's really only a question of degrees. You cannot possibly be 100% adjusted and live in this INSANE world. A little bit of crazy is a coping skill.”
Kelli Jae Baeli, Too Much World

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Good Personality Traits
✔ Highly Intelligent

✔ Ambitious

✔ Tactical

✔ Strong-Willed

✔ Seductive

✔ Self-Assured

✔ Charismatic

✔ Self-Contained

✔ Analytical

✔ Resourceful

✔ Tactful

✔ Easy-Going

Bad Personality Traits
✖ Enigmatic

✖ Remorseless

✖ Unpredictable

✖ Callous

✖ Secretive

✖ Proud

✖ Vindictive

✖ Manipulative

✖ Evasive

✖ Sarcastic

✖ Deceitful

✖ Domineering
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There is no denying the sheer raw intensity that lay dormant in Aaliyah Shank's deceptively unassuming frame. In all things, she is barely restrained energy, moderating her rather impressive mental and emotional strength as she sees fit. There is no controlling nor tempering her unless she gives you that power, which is a rarity in and of itself unless you are someone of importance to her. Such an internal cacophonous dissonance of the soul can only be tempered by the reigning queen of the Buckley School halls herself and she damn sure revels in it. It should come to no surprise, then, that peers and adults alike can find Aaliyah intimidating. Though packed in a curvaceous package, her very pores leak out a dangerous mix of alluring and frightening spikes of energy. On one hand, with the very fact that Nat walks with a naturally sensual yet at-ease switch to her hips and her head stagnant in its imposingly upright position, there's no denying the magnetism of this beauty. She knows that she doesn't fit the mold of Standardized Western beauty; has known it since she was five years old. And yet, her confidence remains impenetrable and rock-solid. It's enough to have one so caught on her orbit that you hardly notice how fully ensnared you are until she flashes a brilliant smile your way or has you pinned to her California king bed. That's how easily Leah captures people's attention and maintains their devotion. She has so much charisma, even without having to say much, but a pleasant smile on her lips is enough to beckon others to her. So sure of herself, Leah's confidence can easily be interpreted as a vanity that she won't give you the satisfaction of denying. Why should she? She knows that she is gorgeous, sexy. Absolutely worthy of lust, love and admiration. Why deny the validity of her own existence for the sake of another person's delicate sensibilities? On the other hand, such carefully orchestrated control is undoubtedly frightening. Leah is one of the few people you don't want to get into a staring contest with because she will surely win - and it won't be just because she has stared at you unflinchingly as she is wont to do in the face of opposition or anyone who dares presume to have any sort of power over her, especially if they presume to have more than she does. It is because of her uncanny ability to read a situation and a person down to their very seams, penetrating and so damn intent on finding out your truths that you almost want to hide. There is no secret that Aaliyah can't discover for she has the uncanny resourcefulness to find out whatever it is that she wants. She has ears and hands at her beck and call, after all. Trusted minions, to be clear. It might not occur as quickly as the small quirk of her lips - a smug smile - would have you to believe, but trust that she is reading you and know that you have every right to be afraid. This heady mix of fearing whether or not she'll punch you, tear you a part in the bedroom, or even both is possibly one of the many actual reasons why she could never be anything less than queen bee. It also is one of the many reasons that, despite not being a Lifer student at Buckley, Leah has done nothing but earned both respect and fear from her classmates - enough so that not many (or any) doubt that she would end them if anyone came at her incorrectly for that little tidbit.

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What further exacerbates the intriguing mystery that is Aaliyah Shank is the seeming lack of facial expressions she possesses and the fact that she has remained a bit of an enigma, even to those closest to her. Her Royals might be considered the closest to her at school, but even some of them realize how fragile their bonds genuinely are when compared to her even tighter and smaller inner circle. While there is no denying when there's a glimmer of amusement shining in Leah's eyes or when she's point blankly judging you, there also needs to be an understanding that this sparsely satisfactory insight into her emotions is allowed, not because of your own keen observation skills, but due to Leah's own allowance of it. Leah learned at a young age how to veil her emotions and it is usually of her own volition that anyone sees the full depth of her emotions. Intelligent, typically rational, and quick on her feet at every turn, Leah retains a propensity for keeping different parts of herself hidden until she wants them to be discovered, until she deems herself comfortable enough to allow you to see all the different sides of her. There's always one more thing you're discovering, like the fact that for a girl whose wealth and overall debonair disposition would have you believing otherwise, she indulges in far more television than her bookshelf would have you to believe and that she could possibly fan-girl with the best of them if given the right topic. To this day, classmates can only presume that everything is as perfect as it looks in Leah's life for she is just that good at keeping what she wants private, private. Of course, it can be frustrating, having a person who is consistently deadpanning or who continuously maintains an innocuously blank expression on most days, but Leah's evasiveness is for her self-preservation, an insight to be discussed at a later date. It is why she is probably one of the best (or worst) people to keep your secrets hidden with; so good is she at keeping her own secrets safe from prying minds, she holds a tight leash onto your own, enabling most people - particularly, those who are able to see past their initial intimidation - to trust her. Leah doesn't betray a confidence unless she herself has been betrayed and that is something that should not be done. Or, worse, unless the betrayal benefits her machinations in some way. If you aren't as important to her, Leah's not afraid to remind you and anyone else who needed the reminder why she's so heavily feared.

Despite her rather harsher traits, Leah is still a very likable young woman who knows how to turn the charm on. She doesn't do it all of the time simply because she does not believe in pandering or kissing anyone's ass, but her magnetism would simply cease to exist if she was just plain intimidating and mean-looking. She has a way with words and she rarely takes an action or says anything without prior thought and tact, gracefulness. For those who are friends or know a friendly side to her, Aaliyah is usually the one who is down for just about anything. Regardless of her family's wealth, Leah is actually quite simple in terms of likes and dislikes. She's not the type to need to flaunt her wealth on a regular basis nor expect the most grandiose of accommodations in their adventures. Even on dates, she doesn't need much to be impressed. Unless, of course, one is trying to impress her, which is always of entertainment value for her. She is loyalty personified and a friend you can, no doubt, trust to have your back, though she's not afraid to let a friend fall to teach them a lesson. She believes whole-heartedly in being faithful - whether that means to those she cares about or her own beliefs. After all, it is what she expects from others and Leah knows how to be fair. There is no expectation for others that she wouldn't bring to the table herself other than being completely open with her emotions. Blame it on the fact that she has a natural distrustful cynic inside from dealing with a parent who barely put in the effort to show that she cared and has more expectations for her than is healthy for a young woman. Just as she makes no idle threats, the same goes for promises.

Nevertheless, Leah is still a queen bee and that comes with traits that aren't as favorable. For all her cool, calm and collected disposition, Aaliyah is still one of the few girls you don't want to mess with nor cross. She has no problems with socially maiming a person. In fact, she rationalizes it by stating that as her position in the social hierarchy stands, once wronged or disrespected, it is her duty and her right to exact punishments the way she sees fit. She's conniving, vicious, and has no problem with whispers in the hallways of her being a bitch. At the end of the day, Leah is a bitch - she is that bitch and people recognize it. That doesn't mean, however, that she goes around making an enemy out of everyone and just casually stepping on all of her classmates. Aaliyah has a tactical mind and chooses her battles wisely. Most of the people who dislike her don't even know if she actually acknowledges them, let alone if the feelings are mutual, because Leah's aforementioned poker face is always up. She can be downright ruthless, manipulative, and completely dominating, and she doesn't apologize for that. She scarcely feels bad for her actions, especially since she mostly uses the negative attributes in cases of protection or vengeance for those she cares for and her own pride. And yes, her seeming inability to face the magnitude of the feelings she sees as weaknesses definitely leave one a bit wanting, but Aaliyah doesn't just rule with an iron fist of fear. She does have respect for her classmates and doesn't sneer down her nose at them like some of her Royal counterparts. Her magnetism enables various peoples to feel comfortable at waving at her in the halls from time to time and whether you know it or not, she knows every name of every student in the school. Made herself do so to be nice. She shows her affection in subtle ways - a quick squeeze of your shoulder in solidarity, making sure those around her have someone to lean on in times of stress without actually saying such, referring to loved ones with terms of quiet endearments, etc. She can be humorous and entertaining at times, especially when she's being a trolling little shit with her dry, occasionally dark humor and deadpanning, or is simply comfortable with you, and there's always so much more about her to discover. She's sexy and perhaps a tad bit vain, but there is no friend or lover quite like the one Aaliyah can be. Or enemy, if you really wanted to go there. She typically does not want to as that is more energy than she would like to exert on trivial matters, but she won't hesitate if it comes down to it. Whichever side of that scale you fall on revolves around you and the choices you make. She's just living her life, trying to be the best supporter for her sister that her mother could never be, and maybe one day, not feel as if every step she takes isn't a disappointment to the one person in her life she genuinely wants to impress.

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Short Term Goals
"My short term goals are in line with both my priorities and what my long term goals will be. I obviously want to graduate and do so at the top of my class. I've done pretty well thus far, though I'm sure there are those who whisper that I'm just as nerdy as the brains of the school. To that, I only respond with a clear picture of myself ruling Wall Street while the rest of the haters either live in the basement of their ailing mother's home or are nothing more than lazy brats still mooching off of their parents' wealth. I'm not concerned with whether or not I get into a school. It's which schools, that make a difference to me. Which is why I spent part of my summer and all of this semester perfecting my personal statement letters and getting all of my application process requirements done as swiftly as I could."
• Graduate • Get Accepted into MIT • Finish At the Top of Her Class


Long Term Goals
"I know there are many who would say that I'm too young to have it all planned out, but it wouldn't be me if I did not. In five years, I see myself graduating from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology undergraduate program with a major in Accounting & Finance. I would like to think that I have been in a long term relationship of some sorts by then, but that's not as important to be as what I've already envisioned. In ten years, I will be working as a financial analyst for Siebert Cisneros Shank & Co. while also having obtained a graduate degree. That would be the start of me truly working my way up the ladder or at least gaining the experience needed for my mother to elevate me to whatever position she needs me on. In twenty years, I see myself as president and possibly married. I'd definitely like a child or two of my own by then."
Aaliyah has always fantasized about working with and for her mother. She always wanted to be a part of her mother's world. And so, that has always been what she wanted: to work in finance and one, day take over Siebert Cisneros Shank & Co.

Aspiration(s)
"I guess you can say that the most important aspiration I have is to be successful. I've pretty much known that this is what I wanted to do since I was young. I always wanted to work with my mother and to do what she does, learn what she learned, and become what she has become. Which is successful. More importantly, she's successful and black, and that is not as common as people would like to believe. I just want to be a woman that my children too can one day be proud of and aspire to be like, even if they decide not to be involved with the company."
• To Eventually Become As Successful As Her Mother • To Make Her Mother Proud • To Be A Great and Loving Example for Her Own Future Children

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Hometown
Detroit, MI, USA

Upbringing
Privileged
Luxurious
Semi-Structured

Idol or Hero
Her Mother

Pets
Lyric || Female || Lavender Albino Python
Tobias or Toby || Male || Blue Eyed Leucistic Ball Python
Chase || Male || Yorkshire Terrier

Dreams
Make Her Mother Proud
Marry Vin Diesel
To Become Sailor Moon

Education
Home-schooled {0 - 6}
The Buckley School {7 - Current}

Socioeconomic Status
Upper Class

Childhood Residence(s)
[590 Dubuar, Northville, MI, USA, 48167]
[60 Sherington Place Ne, Atlanta, Georgia, 30350]

Gulfstream G650 Jet
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Current Household
3 Adults
3 Minors
4 Pets
7 Live-In Staff

Pets
Lyric || Female || Lavender Albino Python || 15 yrs. old
Tobias or Toby || Male || Blue Eyed Leucistic Ball Python || 10 yrs. old
Chase || Male || Dogo Argentine || 7 yrs. old
Jinx || Female || Bichon Frise || 3 yrs. old

Secrets
One of her Former Female Lovers Was A Professor at Buckley
Gotten Someone Badly Beaten Up and Ended Their Time at Buckley
A Part of Her Initial Weight Loss Was Unintentionally Starving Herself

Summer Spent
3 Weeks in Atlanta Visiting Her Grandparents
2 Weeks in Detroit, MI
1 Week Yatching
Spinning Classes at the Cycle House in West Hollywood
2 Weeks in Croatia
Fashion Shows

Main Residence
594 S Mapleton Drive, Holmby Hills, Los Angeles, California

Aaliyah's Bedroom
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Modes of Transportation
2017 Mercedes Benz Maybach S 650 Cabriolet
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2016 Porsche Panamera
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|| The Parents ||
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|| Kenneth Bishaw ~ Father ~ Deceased Captain in the United States Army || Suzanne Shank-Ray ~ Mother ~ President and CEO of Siebert Cisneros Shank & Co., LLC & Acting Chief Executive Officer of Muriel Siebert & Co. ||
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"As anyone who is close to me knows, my Dad died in Afghanistan. His unit was attacked during a routine search of the area back in 2005. I was seven. It definitely hit hard because I was young and my Daddy was my world. I remember him calling or video chatting was one of the highlights of my day because Damien was sent off to a private school and I had some of the best tutors in the world all around me, and he was always so refreshing. I can definitely say, without a doubt, that I was closer to my Dad than my mom. Which is why I'm always happy to see meree daadee, his mom, after school since she lives with us now. We visit their home in New York, but it's not enough to say that he's missed. I don't cry about it now, but I definitely bawled like a baby back in the day.

My mother knew from day one that I was to be her heir. Sure, she expected Damien as the oldest to help out as much as he could once he was done with his own military career, which is a long ass story I don't wanna delve in to, but she had high expectations for me. I was reading really early for my age, which was why she had me home-schooled in an environment I was comfortable in. One of the biggest arguments she and her mom have faithfully is the fact that everyone thinks she's put too much on me. I don't disagree. I was speaking three languages by the time I was six and I currently have the highest, if not the second highest, GPA in the school. I kinda have everything planned out and she's always reminded me how much I had to be better than all of these rich white kids who can live off of their mediocrity while I always had to be extraordinary. I know some think that Scandal was being dramatic about that, but I can definitely tell you that they weren't. That's a reality. I'm only seventeen. And yes, I do resent her. She made me tough, and maybe sometimes too cold, and I both hate and adore when people say I remind them of her because my mother is honestly my fucking hero. But there's no mistaking that I feel things for her that I shouldn't and I've never been able to truly say that I was as comfortable as a child should be with their mother when it came to her. I love her and I like to think that she pushes me so hard because the feeling is mutual, but there's no mistaking how much I genuinely do hate when she's home. It's always like everything that I do is not good enough and I'm literally doing the best that I can."


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|| The Sibling ||
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|| Genneya Walton ~ Younger Sister ~ Dance & Actress || Damien Bishaw-Shanks ~ Older Brother ~ Second Lieutenant in the United States Army ||
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"My nana, my mother's mother, once said that my mom had no right to bitch and moan about some argument she and I had over Gigi because she felt as though I had been the one to raise Gigi. In a way, I can see that. Damien and I were both taken care of by nannies, especially after Dad was killed. My mom would go a full month before returning home and she avoided Damien a lot because he looks so much like Dad. The most involved she was was with me and making sure that I assimilated right, and that I was learning what she thought was necessary for me. I didn't want that for Gigi. She deserved affection from blood and I couldn't make mom come back from Detroit, but I could at least make sure that her life wasn't decided. She already had two kids lined up to take over her financial empire. One child doing what she wanted was not going to kill her. So, it was me who watched Yo Gabba Gabba with Gigi back in the day and it's still me who does her hair most of the time. I literally sat my mother down and had a long argument about how Genneya's grades not being what mine were isn't that big of a deal when she's got back to back acting gigs and is dancing her butt off in competitions. She hasn't failed, so I didn't see the problem. All of that said, I know that there a handful of people who will say that I am heartless and that I am an ice queen, but if there's anyone in my life who's seen some of my warmth, it's this one.

Damien and I are the oldest, and in a way, the closest. Gigi comes to talk to me about everything, but there's obviously things that he and I discuss that I can't say to a pre-teen. He's the kid my mom had when she was still in school with Dad and they weren't trying to be married yet, and he never lets me forget that he's the oldest. He's actually a little shit and if we didn't live in a massive home, I swear to whatever deity you choose to believe in, I would kill him. Luckily, I can say that when Obama called for all of the soldiers to come home, he was one of them. At the moment, he's living with us only because it seems ridiculous for him to buy a house for himself and his daughter when we have rooms to spare and he can at least be assured that someone's cooking for them. Because he can't cook for shit and I'll be damned if he starves my baby."


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|| Sophia Bishaw-Shanks ~ Niece ~ Brother's Only Child ||
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"The best thing that came out of my brother's annulled marriage with the thirst trap that shall remain unnamed is my baby Sophie. I had told Damien from day one that Ashley was just another money-hungry, basic looking white girl looking to score big from a family she knew had military money, not to mention a trillionaire. He didn't want to believe me, so I let him learn that lesson. It didn't take long for them to get their five second marriage annulled, but we still had to put up with her ass when we found out she was pregnant. He was deployed at the time, but I swear that if Sophie hadn't been pushed out looking like the spitting image of me as a baby, that bitch and I were going to have to square the fuck up. I know that I can be pretty damn classy at school, but I am very well acquainted with reminding people that I am a Detroit broad first with a dash of Atlantian. Nevertheless, Sophie is the love of my life. I think she's one of the few people I say that I love without hesitation or awkwardness. It probably helps that she demands my love and attention. She demands me, to be quite honest, and I can't wait to unleash her onto those Buckley bitches. If there's one child that I know will pick up my crown one of these days, it's her."

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Senior

Lifer? Newcomer?
"I transferred in the middle of my sixth grade year, so I'm obviously no longer a newcomer. In observance of the unofficial Buckley rules, I'm not a Lifer neither. Nevertheless, that obviously meant nothing when I came here because there was not a person that was going to stop me from ruling these halls as I have."
In Betweener


Clique
Royals

Are You Happy?
"Here's my thing...different people will tell you that if they really wanted to be a Royal or even a Lister, that they could be. Especially the rich kids who happen to either be B Listers or just...not a Lister at all. The truth of the matter is that your wealth does not matter nor does your sense of entitlement. Being pretty and rich is nothing new. It's mediocre. There are a bunch of rich kids at this school. It wouldn't be so difficult to get in if it weren't. It's a matter of where you fit in the best and where you can thrive the most. Some will say that they are where they are simply because of strategics. They want to be inconspicuous. And it's smart...definitely. Insert yourself wherever you decide to and you have ears in the tightest and darkest of corners within that clique. I definitely don't shame anyone for it. I just knew that when I came here that I would be damned if anyone else exerted any dominance over me. I'm quiet, as everyone is aware, so I was able to listen, be patient, and then make my move. I didn't suck up. I was simply useful until I was trusted and then...well, the rest is history. I didn't need to do a hostile takeover because there was no need for it. I wanted the crown to show some of these skinny rich white bitches that their demographic can be infiltrated and that I'm no one's side bitch. I am the bitch. Call it me needing to be seen all you want or that I need a spotlight, but you saying that is you not knowing me at all. I just knew where I belonged and it was definitely not at the bottom of the barrel nor in the middle where some people have made themselves comfortable."

Would you change? To What?
Absolutely Not

Clubs? Sports Teams?
The National Honor Society and Executive Treasurer for Student Council

What are you looking forward to the most?
"Prom night and graduation, of course. Honestly, I'm more interested in someone else winning prom queen, believe it or not. I won last year when I went because one of my exes, Nate, had said that he always had envisioned me being his prom date senior year and so I'm not interested in the same crown all over again. We were friends and I thought it wasn't a bad idea. My dress was bomb ass fuck. To be honest, I just want the excuse to get a custom made gown for one night, stunt on these heuxes, and then to walk across the stage. It'll be bittersweet to end my reign since I've been the top dog since my freshman year of high school, but there's no denying that it is time for me to leave. I've been over high school for quite some time now."

So begins...

Aaliyah Shanks's Story

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Outfit: Link Here
Location: Ace Bronson Home
Dialogue Color ✦ #DEB887
Thought Color ✧ #8E6837



In Luke's defense, if he was considered to be drunk - he was not drunk, fuck you thought! - it wasn't technically his fault. No really, listen. After a few more minutes of dancing. he had exclaimed very brazenly that he had wanted a blow job and yes, he definitely meant it in the most lewd way possible. Alcohol makes you lose a bit of your inhibitions and since Luke barely had any in the first place, not being drunk did not mean that he wasn't going to tipsily say some things that even in sobriety he would say, but with a bit more tact. And the guy - okay, that wind up being a crew he was dancing with, but there was a specific person, so keep up - he was with grinned and said okay. How was Luke supposed to know that he was being led to the bar inside the house and given a blow job drink? To say the least, he wasn't exactly the happiest camper, but the alcohol already in his system combined with the three shots of blow job - and come the fuck on! If you're gonna make a drink called a 'blow job,' the least you could do was make it a little more than a shot, make it something satisfactory - honestly got him a little drunk. But he was used to this and he had control, damn it.

Again, fuck what you thought!

Giggling to himself back on the dance floor, Luke was happily going about his business, using this one girl he fuzzily recalled to be in his science class that neither of them really ever paid attention in for balance as he ground back against his dance partner, hips swirling sensually, lowering and then rising again in time with the music. If anything, even when drunk, Luke could probably spend an entire party on the dance floor and not get too tired until late in the evening. But his brain was definitely not as into it and before long, he was straightening - still dancing, really - and pulling out his phone. Another giggle, shameless, dribbled past his lips as he barely even considered what and to whom he was texting. All that he knew was that he was pressing send without much thought.

To: Roman
I spy wit mi lil eye...not mi fave eye candy

To: Roman
Ur fired btw. How u gonn b tall, hot & mysterious n not show up 2 tempt a bitch?? So rude

Luke got jerked from his sneaky grinning by his dance partner abruptly, almost dropping his phone as the guy snatched him up so that his chest was tightly pressed against Luke's back. Which did not make for a happy Lucas because, well -
"Um, 'scuse you. I know this booty fat and everything, but you ain't gotta snatch it from me like a flat ass, wanna-be-black Kardashian," he snapped, trying to turn around, but the grip on his hips tightened. "And you don't gotta disrespect me by texting another guy when you're with me," was the retort and Luke held up a finger that he couldn't see too clearly, not having the attitude. He obviously didn't see that the object of his previous thoughts was already present. And now you done killed the vibe cuz bitch, who da fuuuuuck you talkin' to?" At this point, his voice had risen, not too much over the music that everyone in the house would hear, but those standing close to them did and somewhat paused. Luke managed to squirm out of the hold on his thin hips, which had felt squished in the guy's hands, but soon enough his wrist was being squeezed like the guy was trying to break it. "Pretty sure you're the bottom bitch here," nameless fuck said icily and Luke tried pushing the guy away and snatching his wrist out of the hold, but the guy's grip tightened painfully and Luke was a lot of things, but physically strong was not one of them. And that realization - drunk as he was - was enough to make his heart race exponentially.


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Outfit: Link Here
Location: Ace Bronson Home
Dialogue Color ✦ #C8A2C8
Thought Color ✧ #22570B



Aaliyah was not glowing. She refused to even acknowledge that statement from Juliette, promptly taking another bite of her pizza, unbothered by the questioning gazes and the arrival of her Royals. After she chewed for a minute or two and swallowed, Aaliyah finally graced Juliette with an emotionless look and replied, "If that is your way of asking if I fucked anyone, then the answer is no," Grabbing another napkin, she dabbed at her lips, grateful that her lipstick was stain-proof and even though the grease was unflattering, there would be no smearing. "I'm not ashamed to get mine, as you all well know, but I'd much better prefer my own bedroom. Especially not the home of someone who remembers me from way back when." It was true. She wouldn't have said anything to Malcolm if they had gone through with anything, but after the fact, Aaliyah would have felt a touch guilty for sleeping in one of the spare rooms of the Bronson's. Ace was one of her oldest and closest friends and while she was pretty sure that he wouldn't hesitate to hook up with someone at her place, she could not say that the feeling was mutual. His parents felt like an almost extended family and just like you would feel weird if you were to do something like make out with someone in your parents' bedroom, it always felt odd to do anything with anyone at the Bronson's place. She didn't know why; it just did.

Smiling sweetly at Juliette, Aaliyah remarked, "I'll text her, but if whatever you were doing earlier didn't ruin your lipstick, then I'm pretty sure a simple slice of pizza isn't going to do you any harm." Taking another bite, Aaliyah walked to the counter space by the sink and hoisted herself upwards so that she comfortably sit on it, crossing her legs idly. "And don't even try to pretend like you haven't been up to something, Miss Arnault. Because we both know it had to be you disappearing from them before they ditched you. Isn't that right, Mila?"

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Roman Eliades
Outfit: Here
Location: Bronson Residence
Dialogue Color: #ee0000

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Just when she thinks all of her words were flying over Roman's head, his subtle quirk of the lips and a simple "You're right" is all the nameless girl needs for her night to be made. Of course the blonde had been listening to every word, whether he cares or not is a whole other ballgame, but he listened. He can't quite tell how long it's been since he's lost track of Rhia and Casper, both of which are off somewhere stirring up more trouble than they're worth, but the redhead beauty in front of him is but a fraction of a second away from ending up in his bed at the closing of the night and his two only-came-for-the-cake friends are the last thing he's trying to concern himself with.

The bass thumping against his ears and skin makes him feel almost numb. Or maybe it's the lack of sleep coupled with the numerous shots of Hennessy. He can't tell, nor does he care, all he knows is that he shouldn't have been able to sense his cell phone vibrating in his back pocket, but he does. It could be just about anyone. Most likely Casper looking to get him into another mess he doesn't want to be a part of, but that's not the first thing that comes to Roman's mind. Everything around him is paralyzed as his head races off to Hannah, immediately assuming the worst like he has made a habit of doing for the past month, and feeling the mildest sense of annoyance when he reads the name. Luke fucking Escuyos would. Rolling his eyes in distaste, the phone is slipped back into his pocket as he struggles to focus his attention back where it should be. i.e. not on the small boy that's constantly demanding his attention, sometimes even without trying.

But grandfather universe is against him tonight and is doing everything possible to keep him from turning the dial back to the girl who's name he hasn't even asked for yet. Roman's annoyance quickly turns to curiosity directed at the scene happening just a few feet away. It's dark, loud, and crowded, but it's obvious to him that someone is getting a little out of hand. Countless men and women may pass through his bed on an almost daily basis, but always with their consent. Forcing yourself on someone who clearly isn't interested is just pathetic, and had Roman not known either of the two involved in the drama he would have intervened anyway seeing as nobody else has the balls to, but as he walks closer and recognizes both faces there's really no doubt over whether he'll put in his two cents or not. The million dollar question is, which one of the slimey bastard's hands should be break first.

"Getting a little handsy there, aren't we Mike?" Roman's voice comes from behind the senior, his eyes meeting Luke's long enough to catch the look on terror, before they switch back on his target. Michael Collins, Roman knows him well, and often finds himself wishing he didn't. One of the few people that seems to live with the sole purpose of getting under the Roman's skin. Because he knows the sad excuse for a man, Roman decides to use a pint of generosity, allowing him three seconds to respond before his elbow promptly connects with the aggressor's collarbone and sends him onto his knees in a serious of curses. "You just love to piss me off, don't you." the question, or rather statement, is directed at the man on the floor before his attention is back on Luke. "And so do you.".





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Camila Santos
Outfit: Here
Location: Bronson Residence
Dialogue Color: #722f37

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Camila can't deny the mild relief she feels when Ari joins the small group. Maybe then Juliette might actually listen to what she and Aaliyah have to say. "What's mine is yours, buttercup." she states confidently, rounding up the last drops of her drink. There's not a vast amount of time left of the party, but even still, Cami knows she's going to need a least a couple more drinks before the night is over. Especially with all the implications of having fucked being thrown around. In all honesty, out of the four Royals, Cami would probably be the most adamant in denying having slept with someone because that's not what she goes to school for. But also because any hookups are purely accidental.

Aaliyah swears up and down the room that she and Malcolm did nothing of the sort, because regardless of whether she mentions his name or not Camila knows damn well he's the only one at this party with the possibility of getting any from miss Queen B, and Cami believes her. One look at her face is more than enough.

The brunette leans lazily against the counter top, tainted lips quirked into a smirk as she listens to Aaliyah's calling out Juliette. It's an entertaining scene to say the least. "Isn't that right, Mila?" Setting her cup aside, Cami's browns dash across the counter to a flustered brunette. Anyone that knows Camila well, as Juliette does, knows that there's no point in even attempting to lie to her. The girl said it herself and she should know, Cami will call anyone out on their bullshit. "No use denying what we all know is true, Jules." she responds, one eyebrow lifting in question. "Unless you have an alibi thick enough to convince me."

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↳ ACE . BRONSON ↲

Hex Code: #DF1616
Location: Ace Bronson's Home | Bedroom
Outfit: Here
To: Juliette
Ofc :) give me a minute

The text from Juliette requesting drinks for her and her friends came just as the last box of pizza was brought outside. Even though Ace didn't paint himself as being some crazy host, he had to make sure that there were plates and napkins, and still enough cups and alcohol to go around outside before he started to put together a plate of food for himself. He had a decent amount of alcohol in him, but he was also good at holding his liquor, so he probably barely even seemed buzz to people who he talked with. It was definitely something that he preferred, though. He thought that it was embarrassing at the least, when guys got wasted and sloppy, cursing and talking trash to anyone who looked in their direction. Ace could get to that point, as anyone probably could, but he had to be blackout drunk to get there, and normally, getting to that place required a hefty amount of tequila. Tonight he was still sticking mostly to beer, though after he had a plate full of wings and a slice of pepperoni pizza ready to eat, he made his way over to the bar. He had every intention of making a rum and coke for himself, and either a few Madras or Cosmo concoctions for the girls, per Juliette's request, when one of his fellow Royals came up to him in a bit of a panic, talking about a fight. "Fuck this," Ace groaned. He was already being a good person by throwing a party that they all knew was illegal. Why did people think it was appropriate to take his kindness for granted even more? Risking people drinking underage on your parents' property was one thing, but having to possibly deal with some lawsuit due to an assault, especially one involving underage drinking, crossed the line for him. "Make sure every single fucking one of them is kicked out. I'll be over there in a minute," he told the guy, who seemed positive in his affirmation in ensuring that it happened. Ace just hoped that it wasn't an A-lister who was involved. That would piss him off even more than it being some random stranger who probably didn't have a reason to truly respect his kindness anyway.

Because his crush on Juliette was still that strong, he really considered making the drinks himself, delivering them to her, and then going to sort out this fight situation. However, one of his good friends, Alan Tristan seemed to be enjoying acting as the bartender, and it seemed quicker to get him to do it. "Dude, make me four Madras, and a rum and coke. Juliette and her friends need them, but I'll be back in a minute to grab them. Some fucking assholes are fighting out there apparently," he said, before departing. Seconds after Ace was gone, Alan turned to another Jock, Max, who was standing behind the bar with him and said, "Well, looks like we've got a perfect use for these babies," he said, discretely pulling a small bag out of his pocket, containing two Roofies, and waving it lowly so that only the other guy could see. "Dude, you're not really gonna do that, are you? I mean, as long as I can claim one of the lucky recipients of one of those as mine for the night, my lips are sealed, but you know you're fucked if he catches you trying to fuck around with his girl, or even Aaliyah. No, actually she'll probably try to kill you if she ends up drinking that." Alan seemed aware of that, though, saying, "Trust me, I'm not looking to fuck the Queen Bee. Juliette doesn't even fucking like Bronson, we all know that. She won't give anyone else a chance to prove that to her, so this little friend of mine's gonna help me ease her into the idea of another guy being able to give her dick and more. I'm gonna stick a lime in one of the drinks, and tell Ace that one's for Aaliyah, and then either Camilla or Ari will end up with the other. You'd be lucky getting to fuck either of them, let's be real." Max seemed satisfied with that, and the two prepared the five drinks that Ace requested, not knowing that Catarina Valentine was the only person who saw them very discretely drop the pills into two of the glasses. Alan secured a lime on the rim of one of the ones that didn't contain the drug, and stuck a blue straw in one of the two that he knew had the drug in it, leaving two others unidentified, with one having a drug and the other without, since they didn't care whether Ari or Camilla got that.

Ace had barely gotten halfway towards the fight when a few of his friends met him. "Don't even worry about it, man. Just a bunch of little fags fighting Collins. It's not a big deal, we've got people tossing 'em out," the reassured him, clearly knowing that Ace wasn't enjoying his party as much as he deserved to be. The logical side of his brain didn't want to just take their word for it, but by now, he was ready to just not give a fuck and enjoy himself, so he turned back around. Though he had just had sex with Juliette, he was stressed enough now where he was ready for round two, and he hoped that bringing her drinks would make a round two possible once the party ended. "Thanks a million," he said, giving a mock salute to Alan as he returned to the bar to see the five drinks he had requested ready and waiting for him.

"The one with the straw's for Juliette, since Max heard her freaking out about her lipstick or some shit earlier, and I don't know if that's how makeup works, but I feel like straws help, and the one with the lime is for Aaliyah. She asked for one in the drink I made her earlier, so I figured it's probably her 'thing'," Alan explained, though he was completely making up that interaction with Aaliyah for the purpose of his plan. Ace didn't noticed, too wrapped up in actually wanting to enjoy himself, so he only thanked Alan once more as he placed the drinks onto a serving tray that his parents had beneath the bar counter and carried them into the kitchen. His smile grew into a natural one, no longer forced, once he spotted Juliette and the girls, especially since they all looked relaxed and happy, eating and talking. "Sorry that took a little bit longer than a minute," he said, grinning as he rounded the counter that the girls were sitting on, to kiss Juliette on the cheek and set the drinks down beside where Aaliyah was sitting. He didn't notice that at some point during the walk in, the lime had fallen from the glass that had specifically been marked to not have a roofie in it, so all he knew to do was to give Juliette the one with the straw, before handing another drugged drink to Aaliyah, and the two normal ones to Camilla and Arizona. "Apparently someone was fighting outside. The guys took care of it, but I've been all over the place," he said, exhaling. He leaned back against the counter in an attempt to relax, before realizing that his plate of food was still outside. "...And of course I forgot my food outside," he said in mild annoyance. "I'm gonna grab that, and then I better get a few minutes to hang out with my girl before she's completely wasted and incoherent," he teased as he headed back towards the door, only referencing Juliette's tendency to get very drunk, and being completely unaware of the fact of how true his reference would be, given that her drink was drugged.

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ARIZONA . ROLLINGS

Clique: Royals
Grade: 11
Dialogue Color: #C74600
Outfit: This
Location: Ace Bronson's House
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Ari believed Aaliyah when she claimed that she hadn't slept with anyone tonight. She had been too distracted with Adrien and the beer pong game to be keeping tabs on anyone once the night really set in, so she had no reason to think otherwise. Beyond that, as Aaliyah said, she was pretty confident in her sensuality, so she wasn't the type who seemed like they would ever deny their sexual affairs, at least without a good reason. It was something that she appreciated about Aaliyah; the girl had a very strong sense of self. People could call her whatever they wished (though very few were bold enough to do it to her face), but it wouldn't shake her confidence. She knew who she was, and she was comfortable with it, so other people's opinions didn't seem to bother her. It always reminded Ari of the saying about how "the lion doesn't lose sleep over the opinion of sheep". Juliette being dishonest about he sexual encounters wasn't something that would surprise any of them though, probably. Aaliyah and Camila liked teasing her about it, and admittedly, Ari was usually amused watching Juliette squirm and try to defend herself, but she rarely ever partook in grilling the girl about sex. Did it have to do with the fact that Ari had a crush on her friend, that she hated, hated, and hated some more? Yeah, but like that crush, she wasn't willing to admit that. Besides, as they all seemed to know, Ari was probably the most gentle out of the group when it came to Juliette. She had a more comforting side to her, so it was usually Ari who Juliette turned to when she wanted to claim that everyone was being mean to her. Engaging in the teasing would only eliminate Ari's purpose, so, while a tight-lipped smile crept onto her face as the attention was turned to Juliette, Ari remained quiet and ate her pizza.

Ace appeared then, though, bringing drinks for all of the girls before making a quick exit once he realized that he had left food outside. Ari didn't have a drink in hand, so his arrival and departure had, at least, brought her something that she needed. She couldn't tell what the drink was just by looking at it, but a sip later, she knew that it had vodka in it, and guessed that it had cranberry and orange juice in it, or some other sort of citrus-y juice. It didn't taste bad, that was for sure, though she guessed that that was only because the vodka in it was a top-shelf brand, since it seemed to contain quite a bit of it, and had it been of any lesser quality, it probably would have been undrinkable. "I don't know any girl who wouldn't want to date a guy who kisses her on the cheek and refers to her as 'my girl', Jules," Ari said with a knowing smile, as she engaged as much as she could in that teasing without crossing into the "mean" category. Of course, she didn't want Juliette to date Ace. She was more than happy that she seemed to have no interest in him in that manner. However, she had to play along if everyone else seemed surprised by Juliette's lack of interest. Her next inquiry was definitely on the bolder side for Ari, though, as she turned to Camila after taking a large sip of her drink and said, "You're the one who's good at reading everyone. Can a girl even be considered straight after icing Ace Bronson so many times?"

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JULIETTE ϟ ARNAULT

Outfit: Outfit, sans jean jacket
Location: Ace Bronson's Home
Dialogue Color: #7957C2

Juliette's mouth definitely fell agape when Aaliyah mentioned how whatever she was doing earlier would have messed up her lips more than eating pizza would. Admittedly, she was on the verge of laughing as she began to tell both Aaliyah and Camila that they were dead to her for putting her on the spot and accusing her of something so blasphemous, when Ace came over. She had to drop the conversation for the moment, especially as he kissed her on the cheek. She didn't need him to be involved in this, since she knew that he would not only confirm that something did happen, but try to act all offended that she was denying it. She wasn't denying it because it was Ace who it happened with, because as Ari would go on to hint at, almost every girl at this party was probably attracted to Ace, or at least capable of admitting that he was nice to look at. It was just how Juliette was; she liked to paint herself as some innocent angel who could do no wrong, and nothing scandalous, even when that definitely was not the truth.

After distributing the drinks to the girls, Ace was barely there for more than thirty seconds, and his departure wasn't necessarily something that Juliette minded. She liked hanging out with Ace, but she also liked girl time, especially since she was in the mindset of wanting to believe that her girls had been neglecting her for the beginning of the night. "For the record, I'm not getting wasted tonight!" she called out after him. She didn't intend on getting wasted tonight, but then again, she never really did. The fact that she had consumed one bite of pizza before nonchalantly placing it on the counter was justification, in her mind, that she could have at least two more drinks without getting drunk, since that had to count as having food in her stomach. Then again, she didn't intend on drinking a drink with a date rape drug in it, and she definitely didn't notice or taste it as she sucked up some of the alcoholic drink once Ace was gone. The cold drink felt refreshing, actually. So much so that she actually allowed herself to smile, even as Ari joined in on "bullying" her. "I may have thanked him for having all of us over, because that's what good people do, but thanking him was all that I did," she defended herself, even if "thanked" definitely was the equivalent to sex. "And don't answer that, Cami!" she said quickly, in response to Ari's "playful" question. "We all know that Aaliyah is part lesbian and if you say anything about lesbians, she'll get offended and run off to be comforted by he who shall not be named, and I am not losing my baby again!" she said, dramatically moving from her position in the circle to wrap her arms Aaliyah who was seated on the counter top. What Juliette had said probably wouldn't make much sense to anyone who didn't know that Aaliyah frequently had to correct Juliette on her tendency to be politically incorrect, or in Juliette's version of the stories, correct her on Aaliyah's tendency to be ultra-sensitive and dramatic.

With another sip of her drink, she looked back towards Camila and Ari. "You two must be the guilty ones, accusing me and my beautiful angel, Leah, of things we haven't done," she said, though it was definitely her involved in talking about Aaliyah just a minute or two before. "If I look at your phones right now, who are you texting and when are you meeting up with him?" She looked to Aaliyah then to say, "Camila told me she wants to sleep with Nick Van Veenan. Just throwing that out there if you want to play Cupid and set that up."

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"I keep telling you babe," Aaliyah stated drolly, eyeing the drink she had been given for a moment before raising an eyebrow at Juliette, a smirk curving at the corner of her mouth. "If I were actually a lesbian, you'd already be mine." Grinning, Aaliyah sucked the straw of her own drink into her mouth, drinking some of the contents of the cool drink. Considering the barely discernible, but definitely present sticky hot atmosphere of the crowded home, the drink was a relief that Aaliyah hadn't even realized that she needed until the liquid was sliding down her throat. Immediately, in satisfaction, she expelled a puff of air, relaxing back until her head was pressed back, comfortably, against one of the overhead counters. Leah didn't necessarily mean it when she teased Juliette about wanting her, but them ever hooking up - if she actually decided to make a move on her friend wouldn't necessarily surprise her once the deed was done. As it stood, Juliette was considered one of her best friends and so currently, her platonic feelings outweighed any possibility of there being more than that. Not to mention the fact that Juliette had a rather traditional outtake on sexuality, identities, and so forth. Aaliyah tossed in the occasional educational commentary, even though Juliette would be the first to say that the way Leah said it was mean, but she was pretty sure she couldn't allow the actual bulk of their relationship to be her educating her friend on what was politically correct. Aaliyah would have gray hairs and while she did have proof that black did not crack in her family, she didn't necessarily feel like testing out that hypothesis with the stress that Juliette could be. Lovable stress, perhaps, but stress nonetheless.

Going back to munching on her slice of pizza, while shooting Arizona a rather knowing glance when the girl tried to make Camila question Juliette's sexuality, Leah took a moment to ponder over the fight that had broken out. She had half the mind to go demand what had happened as she doubted that anyone had actually tweeted about it yet. With the drinks and mischief in the air, as they always were during a party that anyone threw, a lot of her classmates would declare themselves too traumatized by whatever proceedings that had taken place, but would be the first person to try to tweet about it or have a video uploaded the second the hangover seemed like it was dissipating. The thought made her roll her eyes, even as she got to the crust of her pizza. Besides, she didn't have to rush to know what had occurred. It would all appear in due time and besides, the real fun was seeing how long it took for Ari to start staring at Juliette longingly and wondering if the latter was ever going to take the time to just notice. Things would be far more interesting if Juliette just opened her eyes sometimes. She wouldn't because it was Juliette, of all people for Arizona to have some kind of interest in, but at the same time, Aaliyah wouldn't call herself cruel all of the time. Plus, she was interested in what that could become, even though the back of her mind was aware that it would come at Ace's expense, whatever the thing would be. But then Juliette was drudging up some of Camila's own secrets and Aaliyah turned to the girl a teasingly inquisitive gaze. "Oh, really now, Miss Santos?" Considering the crust of Papa Johns' pizzas were her favorite part, despite many complaints about it being too chewy or what-have-you, Leah tore at the bread with her teeth until a piece was in her mouth, chasing it down with more of her drink - unknowing of the dissolved contents - before becoming a bit more interested in this...interest of Camila's. Nicholas was definitely not anywhere near Aaliyah's type, but he was a nice guy, if what Juliette said was actually a thing. The girl was loose with her tongue when she felt cornered and even more-so when tipsy. "And why am I just hearing about this, hmm? Or is this just another one of Jules' I-feel-attacked-so-I'm-gonna-drag-everyone-down-with-me schnick?"

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Though she may try, Camila can’t contain the eyeroll that takes over her face. Juliette may be many things, but a good liar is not one of them. The brunettes wine tainted lips curl around the rim of the glass, savoring every ounce of the drink as if it were her first one of the night. Her subtle snort is in response to Aaliyah’s question, one who knows Juliette as well as Cami does. She who knows Juliette will say just about anything to save her own skin. ”The latter” she states confidently before fixing Juliette with an amused smirk. ”Come one Jules, if you’re going to throw someone under the bus at least do it right.” she teases, throwing in a cheeky wink.

Camila has nothing against Nick, aside from the mild annoyance for his reckless nature, but the tought of sleeping with the guy is honestly something that has never crossed her mind. Those that have had the privilege of provoking such thoughts from her are few and far in between. ”I love Nick, but he’s not worth throwing away my future for.” she adds matter-of-factly. Pretentious as it may sound, there’s nothing more important to Camila than the future he knows she deserves. ”Besides he’s not my type.” she adds with another sip of the drink, head leaning against Aaliyah’s arm. Because by type she really only means he’s not the type to cohorts her into bed only to discard her afterwards, such as was the case with one Roman Eliades who’s hook up with Camila is only known to Aaliyah (after practically being forced to spill) and her guilty conscious.

”if I’d slept with or even have any kind of plans of sleeping with anyone tonight, you’d be the first to know” Cami says, gesturing a half empty drink in Juliette’s direction. It’s a big, fat lie of course. If anyone in this room where to know of her plans and intentions it would be Aaliyah, and only because the girl is equipped with as much “people-reading” skills as she. Her eyes glaze over Arizona then, tossing an alcohol induced smile her way. ”In fact I do have my eye on someone tonight and she’s looking as beautiful as ever.”

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"Don't believe her," Juliette insisted to Aaliyah, frowning ever so slightly as Camila leaned her head against Aaliyah's arm, and then a few seconds later, playfully insinuated that the only person that she was interested in tonight was Ari. Juliette was not necessarily obsessed with attention. That wasn't really her problem. A lot of the time, in fact, she preferred to not have the attention focused on her. She would much prefer talking about Camila, or Ari, or Aaliyah's love interests than her own. She always preferred hearing stories about their vacations, or problems, or future plans, rather than talking about her own. A lot of it had to do with being insecure, and often feeling like what she had to offer didn't really compare to what they did. That wasn't to say that Juliette didn't like talking, because she definitely did, but preferably, the topic of those conversations wasn't herself. At the same time, there was no denying that she liked affection. She had some sort of inherent need to be comforted and coddled, reassured that she was everyone's favorite and that no matter what she did or said, she was still safe.

It probably had something to do with how she was raised. Charlotte was always the "bad" twin, and Adrien was the only boy, meaning that he always had to man up and be strong, which left an opening for her to be the baby of the family, in a way, even if she wasn't the youngest. Even when she was the one to start a fight with one of her siblings, she always ended up being the one who cried at the end of it and somehow escaped punishment. She was the one who could use the puppy eyes to get her way when her father insisted that she was spending too much money on unnecessary things, and she had a way of ensuring that her mother took care of her every need and worry even now, at seventeen. She was used to being doted on at home, that need for reassurance and protection was something that had followed her into her other relationships. It played into the more lovable parts of her personality, in being sweet and affectionate towards other people, but also in how she had a tendency to be irresponsible and reckless, knowing that someone would be there to pick up the pieces for her.

Feeling tipsy already only meant that Juliette was more emotional, which was why she felt like Camila's words and actions represented her somehow liking Aaliyah and Ari ten times more than she liked her. And to think that I let her do my makeup!, was the first thought that crossed her mind after she came to that conclusion. Luckily, Juliette wasn't actually drunk enough to be wildly vocal and dramatic and emotional about it, and her frown faded away after a second, but it didn't stop her from using her arm that wasn't holding her drink to loop with Ari's arm. "If Nick isn't your type, then Ari is so not your type," Juliette insisted, seriously, as if she had missed the playfulness in Camila's comment. "I'll find someone who's your type, though. Leah's too busy thinking about someone she shouldn't be thinking about to play Cupid, so Ari and I will do it for you, mon amor!" she insisted, more energetic at the end, as the thought of finding someone to set Camila up with sounded fun, even if she knew Camila well enough to know that she would not be interested. She didn't want to hear that though, so she took a deep breath before wrapping her lips around the straw in her drink and nearly inhaling the entire think. She scrunched her nose up afterwards, the taste of the sugary juices and the vodka being a bit much for even her, but she would manage. She was too used to mixed drinks to truly complain in any way other than saying, "That probably just gave me diabetes, but I'll get over it since me and Ari have important matters to take care of!" she said, placing the empty glass on the counter as she gave a slight pull to Ari. "And Aaliyah is not your type either, so don't go doing anything stupid until I get back with your Prince Charming, Cami! I will kill you!"

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Her friends had a reputation for being cold, snobby, and in some cases, intimidating, but this conversation was a perfect example of why Ari loved them. They probably were all of those things, especially to people of lower statuses who "deserved" it, but to each other, they were fun, loyal, and definitely amusing. It was something that couldn't even be blamed only on the alcohol. Everyone knew that Juliette could be just as crazy sober as she was now, and Aaliyah and Camila always had the wittiest comebacks no matter where they were, or who they were with.

Juliette accusing Camila of being interested in Nick seemed a bit random. As Cami claimed, Nick didn't seem like the kind of guy who would be her type. He was cute and all, but not someone she could envision Cami being with. She was too... fierce for him. She supposed he could fall into the one-night-stand category, if Camila had enough alcohol in her, but even that seemed like a stretch. The way that Cami denied it seemed even more authentic, and given that Juliette definitely was prone to having a tendency of pulling things out of thin air to try to distract everyone from whatever they were grilling her on, Ari didn't linger on the thought of Camila and him for long, because she quickly concluded it wasn't true.

"It isn't nice to give a girl false hope, you know," Ari responded teasingly amid a smile, to Camila's welcomed gaze in her direction. In a just as welcomed (but more expected) move, Juliette seemed to grow typically territorial at Camila's comment, and Ari was soon bracing herself for Juliette's arm-link, so that she didn't spill her drink in the process. Luckily, she had finished her slice of pizza a few seconds before, because Juliette showed no sign of letting go, even after she quickly consumed her entire drink in a matter of seconds. That had Ari cringing inwardly, because while she knew that this was a party and the point was to get drunk, she always worried more about Juliette and her intake. Herself and the other two girls could hold their liquor, or at least control their intake to a point where they didn't pass out every time they drank. Juliette was an irresponsible drinker; definitely a whole different story compared to them. The fact that in the midst of the conversation, and after only a baby-sized bite at that, she had stopped eating her pizza made Ari feel even more uneasy. She contemplated saying something; grabbing the slice of pizza to take with them on this little adventure to find Camila's perfect suitor, or demanding that Juliette eat it before they even leave the kitchen. She was tempted to even put her on the spot and inquire about when the last time she had eaten something was, but she didn't. Juliette seemed insistent on leaving in that moment, and she also felt like Camila and Aaliyah probably needed a break from Jules more than she did, so she allowed her to lead her out of the kitchen, even if it wasn't before flashing the two girls left behind an SOS sort of look. "Don't think I didn't notice you leaving that entire slice of pizza in the untouched," she did say, as Juliette led her through the house. "You know you worry me with that, Jules. Between barely eating and then drinking this much..."

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"Bye bye now," Aaliyah exclaimed, an obvious sign of her now jovial mood for she had a bright smile on her face and wiggled her fingers at the disappearing duo. Before long, she was giggling and popping the last piece of pizza in her mouth, chewing in pleasure as she went back to resting her head against the upper cabinets. In typical Juliette fashion, when Camila and Aaliyah were too "mean," there was a signal in her brain that declared that she had met her "mean" limit for the hour. And so, it meant that she had to grab Arizona, who was always more than willing to appease her brunette, and run off only to return at some point within the next few hours as if nothing had occurred earlier. There were about three instances in particular where Juliette actually surprised Aaliyah by not speaking to her for the rest of the day, but was the first to send a thousand emojis as a form of apology and a declaration of love, and demands for affection. It always made her chuckle and the thought, at the moment, made her laugh to herself even as she took another big intake of her drink.

"Mmmmm...you shouldn't have done that," Leah declared to Camila now that they were alone. People were coming in and out of the kitchen, and a few had waved even when the foursome had been together, but in essence, the two were alone. She gave her friend a pointed yet playful look. "Now that you've told her that, she'll be convinced that I've somehow clued you into my nefarious, lesbian plans to corrupt her and Ari." A beat later and Aaliyah's frown dropped, and she allowed herself to lean against Camila a bit. Her higher vantage point enabled her to rest her head atop the Latina's. There was no denying that Aaliyah loved all of her Royals. They all had their moments and in public, she may forever have a resting bitch face or look like everyone displeases her, but they're her girls. They didn't just stay Royals because whomever else elevated them. These were girls who stayed with her. Poppy was her little fashionista, Juliette was her greatest source of entertainment but also her most loyal and loving, Arizona her breath of fresh air, and Camila...her solace. They all were loved quite equally, but it was with Camila Aaliyah could usually be a bit more honest with. Perhaps it had more to do with the fact that they were the most similar of the girls, Leah wouldn't really be able to say. What she did know was that there was a rather open honesty policy between them that there wasn't always when it came to the others, which was why she wound up inquiring, voice softer, more intimate now: "Do you really think that? That getting involved...that that would result in you throwing your future away?" The "that you can't have both" remained stuck on the tip of her tongue.

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Cami allows a rather amused yet quiet giggle escape her lips as Juliette escorts Ari out of the room, followed by an even louder giggle after hearing Aaliyah's comment followed by a hum as the last few drops of her cold drink slide down her throat. "You never know, Liah..." she says before tilting her head in the girl's direction with a subtle smirk. "Anything could happen~". And Camila truly believed that, which is why she always found herself to carefully calculate every move she made. One false move or bad decision could change everything for the better, or for the worst.

"Do you really think that? That getting involved...that that would result in you throwing your future away?" At that, Cami's lips formed a subtle pout. It's not the first time she'd been asked this, but it was the first time she was asked by Aaliyah, and really that made all the difference. There was always an unspoken truth between Cami and Liah. No sugar coating, no lies. They both prefer honesty over merciful lies, which is why Cami was being one hundred percent honest when she answered "I don't know..." her voice trails off towards the last word, realizing she has no more drink to busy her lips with. It was certainly something she thought she believed for a while now, because she had things to accomplish and worlds to conquer. What good would a relationship do her?

Never mind that annoying feeling deep in her gut that tells her she really does want someone to be involved with. "Maybe..." she sighs, dramatically turning around to face Liah, one hand on her hip while the other clutches onto the empty glass. "...maybe I'm just waiting for Mr. Right." she says matter-of-factly before her eyebrows furrow together in pandering thought. "Or misses right." she adds, alluding to her comment from earlier about anything being possible.

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Leah snorted wryly, finishing off her drink and shoving the thoughts back to whoever the hell they had come from. Leah wouldn't be anything if she wasn't stubborn, especially about this. And especially in the face of Camila's own discontent and puzzlement over the topic. At the end of the day, there was nothing to sit here and scrutinize. She and Malcolm were having sex. That was it. They were friends who hung out with his baby brother and her niece because the two were close to the same age, and they couldn't exactly bring the kids with them with the others. Their relationship wasn't a relationship-relationship and that was that. Even if some other part of her wanted to believe otherwise. The memory of earlier - of how much more honest intimate things had become, not on a physical level but an emotional one that she had had no intention of allowing - gave her pause in her denial, hand raising to graze what she was pretty sure was going to be one mean hickey on her neck. It's just sex," she told herself mentally, even as she wondered idly why there wasn't more alcohol in her cup to wash away the doubt. That's all it is.

"Well, you're definitely not gonna find them hiding out here," Leah finally declared, hopping from the counter and placing her cup in the sink. It didn't make any sense for the bartenders to be using the glass cups from the family's bar, especially considering the fact that it would have been more probable to use plastic or paper cups. The thought made her shrug, but Aaliyah only tossed a parting grin Camila's way while stating, "Just don't wind up doing anything that I wouldn't do before the night is out." Soon enough, Leah was out of the kitchen and on her way out to the lit up backyard. She could have stopped to find Cydnee, keep company with her for a bit even if it meant possibly dealing with the Arnault that shall not be named. But Leah figured that she had been cooped up inside for long enough and some fresh air - especially when there was nothing but sweat, weed, and the mingling scents of various foods suffocating the already hot air inside - would do her some good. She belatedly noted that she hadn't seen Derek yet and resolved to text him, the smallest hint of a smile reaching her eyes before it did her mouth as she walked past Adrien Arnault, greeting him, "Hey, Adrien.", but refused to stop. Leah didn't stop until she saw a small seating area that was already occupied, not even hesitating to take a seat once she noted one of her favorite Preps, Faith. Grinning, Leah couldn't help but ask about the earlier issue Ace had alluded to, "So, please tell me you know the deal from earlier. What happened?" Faith only smacked her lips, turning in her seat to fully face Aaliyah. "Giiiiirrrrrlllll...let me tell you..."

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Something was wrong.

While it had definitely only been a good fifteen minutes since she had departed from Faith and made herself comfortable on one of the lawn chairs, Aaliyah could honestly not tell a soul how long it had been since she had partaken in human interaction. Speaking with the girls earlier came in fractions, glimpses of a past she was aware enough to know that she should remember in clarity. At some point, she had gone from casually lounging in the drawn back seat to curling up on her side, watching the world move in slow motion, occasionally feeling as though she were watching it from a distorted angle. And even more so, as if she were not watching it at all. Aaliyah felt far removed from the world, from her body, from this very situation - as if her body were not her own and this reality was not her own and that she was disconnected, lost yet still a witness and -

And there was seriously something wrong.

The worst part about the situation was that Aaliyah was aware. Though she was unaware that all of this would be due to the drink she had ingested among friends earlier, the thing with date rape drugs was that in a lot of cases, the drinker became unconscious. They would lose much of their memory of the night or even hours before. They would not know what kind of situation they found themselves in and everything that did occur felt more like a dream than anything else. Perhaps it was a leftover of who Aaliyah was for she was a keen observer or perhaps it had more to do with the fact that people in her family metabolized alcohol much faster than others and therefore, it didn't feel like she had drank enough alcohol for the drug to truly set in. Regardless of what it was, she had just enough of her wits about her to lift her phone to her face, distantly surprised by the weakness in her limbs and why was it so cold? Never mind that she herself was quite hot, possibly suffering from a fever with the beads of sweat that had accumulated on her forehead, but she was so, so very cold and the first fuzzy thought in her head - a thought she mocked herself for having when she had decided to test the limits of her drunkenness - was that she knew the perfect person to keep her warm. They'd know what was wrong, even as she had to dryly lick her lips because her tongue felt heavy in her mouth and it required too much work to keep her already squinting eyes open. Especially in liue of how fucking bright her phone was.

To: Malcolm
Soethhing rong. Cantt sta wam. Helppp

An Aaliyah with her wits about her would cringe at the lack of grammatical skills, but her thumb and fingers felt like they wanted to do their own things and was she always this tired? God, why didn't she just sleep more? Sleep was great - screw her mother and wherever the fuck she came from with the thought that working with less sleep was a good idea because that was some fucking bullshit - and who cared about grammar when this cloud she was on felt like heaven!? What had she even been doing? Aaliyah couldn't even muster up enough strength to continue her train of thought, phone slipping from her phone and onto the lawn chair, sliding further down its sloped form until it was nestled into the curve of her body where she was tucking her knees almost into her stomach. As her eyes slipped close, another shiver wracking through her body because it was seriously cold and there were no blankets nearby to shield her from it, she wondered if anyone else would notice the temperature and turn the air down. Then again, it was a party. People were already passing out from too much to drink and needing breaks from dancing. Could she - if she were conscious - judge any of them for not noticing?

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Malcolm pointed towards his close friend. He had a point. Poppy did have a parade of guys who wanted to be with her. She just didn’t have the one she wanted to sleep with in that parade seeing that he was in a relationship with Malcolm’s little sister and while Derek was like a brother to him. He would kill the guy if he even thought about hurting Rhaps, not that he would. Which was probably why he was acting so quiet around Poppy. Sure, he was never told directly that Derek slept with the girl before he and Rhapsody became… close, for lack of a better word but, he could assume. The guy was good at picking up hints from people especially from his sister who was terrible at keeping secrets from him. Her face read like an open book and so did Derek’s, but he didn’t need to know about his friend’s ‘sexcapades’. “He’s got a point, you know? You could get a poor sucker in days if you wanted to.” The redhead rolled her eyes and scoffed. “Relationships are boring. You spend all your time with the same person, sleep with the same person, and I mean, Derek, that’s cool for you. I guess but, that’s just boring to me! We’re young, we’re sexy, it’s our time to explore our horizons. Besides why get a guy when I’m heading down South in less than a year?” Malcolm raised his eyebrows, taking a sip of his beer. She kind of had a point, kind of. Not that he would tell her that, her head was big enough. “What? Lookin’ for your Southern sugar daddy?”

“Please, I am the last person on Earth who needs a sugar daddy. I’m worth more than any guy could afford. But, am I wrong? No, I’m not. Dating in high school’s boring and they all end up doing the same thing; crashing and burning.” Jesus, this girl was cynical. “You are actually very wrong. They do not all crash and burn. I mean, just look at this ‘love guru’ over here. He seems to be doing just fine.” Poppy didn’t say a word about that as Derek starting talking again, inviting the jock to the other room. He nodded his head. “Sounds good. Thanks for the great advice, Pops.” She tossed him a sarcastic smile to match the sarcasm in his voice. “You’re very welcome.” As the guys walked away, Poppy winked and just to make things, not awkward Malcolm acted like it was towards him. After a while of them playing, Malcolm felt his phone vibrate. Taking it out of his pocket, he furrowed his brows. Standing up without a second thought. He turned towards Derek. “Hey man, there’s something I have to take care of. Let me know when you and Rhaps get home.” He walked out of the room, looking for where Leah was and what the hell was wrong. What did she mean she couldn’t stay warm? Not to mention to grammar was a mess and she never outwardly admitted when she needed help. That just wasn’t how she was. Which was the main reason he was so concerned. He grabbed the arm of a Royal softly asking if she had seen Leah. She said the last place she saw her was heading towards the backyard. All he did was thank her before making his way through the crowd towards the back.

He looked around for a minute before spotting a girl huddled up in a chair, knocked out. As he got closer, he noticed who it was. He bent down next to her and softly shook her, trying to wake her. Nothing. At least she was still breathing. He took a deep breath, taking off his flannel to cover her up. He didn’t care that he only had a black tank top on under his shirt, he’d survive. Besides Leah was freezing. “Leah, wake up.” She groaned but still didn’t open her eyes.“Alright, I’m gonna get you home, okay? Everything’s going to be okay.” He didn’t care who was around. He didn’t care what people thought of him taking care of her. All he cared about was taking care of her and finding out what the hell happened in that hour or so they had separated before he took her to the hospital, or home, God he didn’t know. He was trying to stay calm but, he was freaking out on the inside. He’s never had to deal with this before. He pulled out his phone, ordering an Uber before turning his attention back to the queen bee. “Leah, baby, I ordered a car but I need you to wake up to know what’s wrong and if you’re okay.” He continued to softly shake her to see if she would come to before he did anything else.

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Shut up.

It was the first thought when awareness crept back into the corners of Aaliyah's eyes. There was an incessant buzzing in her ears and whoever the hell decided that letting a bee into the house was a grand idea was honestly an idiot. They were stupid and Leah was pretty sure that she swatted it away and told it to stop, but what had actually happened was her right hand twitching, raising weakly but then falling right back down, and she also groaned. Of course, she wasn't actually aware at that exact moment that the buzzing was not at all a bee, but Malcolm speaking. Everything was fuzzy and her eyelids felt heavy, weighed down by some invisible force. Just like the rest of her body. She was pretty sure she was dreaming, too, but that could've been because her mind was no longer at the party. She wasn't even aware that she was still at Ace's party in the first place. Where was she? In all actuality, Aaliyah couldn't tell you even if she wanted to. All she knew was that, Oh, that feels nice, there was this random blanket of warmth that she needed to curl into, which she slowly did.

Eventually, though, she had to muster the energy to open her eyes - and that was some serious work, mind you - and blearily peeked at Malcolm's face, not really seeing him but the fuzziness in her head abated enough to let her actually hear him. And oh, what was he doing here? Wherever here was didn't seem like it would have him. He was warm, so warm, and here was cold. He didn't deserve that. That didn't stop her from missing him, though. And wasn't that a revelation? Leah was so lost in this space - that seemed like an accurate word to use since it clearly was not the party, in her head - that it hadn't occurred to her that she had missed Malcolm until he was randomly here and warm and safe and good. Or even conjure up the thought that she shouldn't miss him at all. But she couldn't focus on that. Aaliyah swore she smiled up at him, but it was more of a grimace and a tentative, weak, one at that. "Mmmmmmalc..." She tried going for his full first name, but she was trying to hold her head up as well to fully acknowledge him and her body rejected that. That was a lot of work and the head space from earlier - the unconsciousness - sounded like such a better idea. A chill went through her and she desperately needed to focus more on huddling under the warmth. "I'mmmm...missssssd you..." Her voice came out soft, barely discernible, and Aaliyah couldn't even fathom that he didn't understand her. Then again, she drifted back into weightlessness soon after, eyes drifting closed because obviously if Malcolm was here, everything was okay. She didn't need to be awake, right?

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Danielle's anxiety disorder meant that feeling like something was wrong was nothing new. This time, however, she felt like it wasn't just her brain freaking out over nothing. While she'd been talking with Charlotte, Aaliyah Shanks had sat down on one of the lawn chairs, having seemed perhaps a little drunk, but perfectly still in control of herself. In the alarmingly small amount of time since, the Queen Bee seemed to be passed out. Danielle hadn't noticed a drink in her hand at any point, hence the feeling that something was wrong. "Fuck it," she muttered to herself. Even if they weren't friends, she felt like she had to do something. She wasn't going to just be an idle bystander. Putting down her plate, she started her walk over to Aaliyah.

Then she saw Malcolm heading over to her, and alarms started blaring in her head. Even if she did know that Malcolm was far from the worst of the jocks, seeing him around a girl that was that drunk was a huge warning sign. Her walk became more of a march, her pace made faster and more aggressive by her anger and her concern.

"What the hell are you doing?" She asked accusingly as she reached them. Aaliyah was either passed out or pretty damn close. "Get away from her," she added, glaring at him for good measure. "Aaliyah? Can you hear me?" She called, putting a hand on her shoulder. Even if they weren't friends, Danielle would stick up for any girl at this party if they were in danger. Even if she hated them. She felt like her resolution in that was perhaps slightly reinforced by the alcohol in her system, but she also wasn't going to fight it.

"How much has she had to drink?" She asked, perhaps a tad harshly considering she didn't know for sure whether or not Malcolm was actually involved.

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Rhapsody loved when her friends or others in her group called her 'guardian angel' because as much as she denied it, that was exactly what she was. She was the angel on one's shoulder, saying that probably wasn't a good idea. And getting Cat drunk definitely didn't seem like the brightest of ideas. As much as she loved Cat, she was like a little kid; innocent, sweet, and Rhapsody didn't believe that Cat would drink anything alcoholic unless it was completely watered down with soda or something. Hell, even Rhapsody herself had a low tolerance for liquor, just imagine how the small redhead would be. The young artist took a deep breath as she shook her head. "I do not know. It does not seem like a good idea, love." But before she could deter Cydnee anymore, Cat bounced towards the pair with her usual bubbly energy. Rhapsody just smiled and chuckled. With Cydnee rolling her eyes, Rhaps just kept staring Cyndee to try and tell her no with her bright eyes. But, that didn't help anything as the pair walked away with Rhapsody shaking her head and mouthing the word 'no'. This was not going to end well. She sharply groaned with a rolling of her eyes.

Looking around, she tried to find her brother, or Derek, or someone to spend her time with. She hadn't seen Malcolm all night, half of her felt like he left around with his 'girlfriend' even if he denied ever having one, to Rhapsody she just liked poking fun at the idea, not having an idea that Malcolm was right outside helping with Aaliyah. And with Derek, she had no idea where he was. Knowing him he was having a beer with Malcolm and their friends playing video games. He hadn't texted her so she assumed he didn't know about what happened with Luke just yet. Looking through the crowd, Rhapsody locked eyes with Poppy who threw a fake smile towards the artist with a small wave as she made her way towards the smaller girl. "Rhapsody, hey! I gotta admit you look really... cute tonight," Rhapsody knew there was something else was coming. Poppy never just gave her a compliment. It was always a backhanded compliment at most. The two made it apparent that they were not the best of friends but Poppy did love to try and get under Rhapsody's skin whenever she was around her. "Also! Malc and Derek are just the best company. They're just so... amusing especially D." D?! Really? Poppy was calling Derek, D now? Rhapsody grinned towards the redhead despite wanting to roll her eyes towards Poppy and question why she was even talking to her brother and more importantly, her boyfriend. She knew she couldn't control who the boys spent time with, she knew she couldn't demand that they never speak to the royal, but she could definitely ask Derek what they were talking about without coming off as that possessive girlfriend she could... sometimes come off as. Rhapsody shrugged.

"I know, he is pretty great. But, I would know that seeing that I get to wake up to it every day." Poppy scoffed, looking the small girl up and down. Still not getting what was so great about the artist. "Lucky you." Rhapsody nodded her head as Poppy started to walk towards the backyard. "Yea, I guess you could say I'm pretty lucky." Poppy shared one last fake chuckle with Rhapsody before turning around, rolling her eyes. Rhapsody groaned, taking out her phone to text Derek when she heard a familiar voice coming closer to her. She looked up from her bright iPhone. When she took in the compliment and saw Jasmine's face, she grew a bashful smile on her heart-shaped face with heat coming to her face. She didn't do well getting genuine compliments from others. "Thanks, Jas but I really don't. You look pretty though!" She looked around for a second with her brows furrowed. "What have you been up to? Have you made Sam have some fun?"




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When she barely opened her eyes. Malcolm took a deep breath, knowing that something was definitely wrong with his girl. This notion was only cemented when she couldn't even say his name completely without struggling. One of his hands rubbed her head to see if she had a fever, maybe she was sick but she physically seemed fine. She wasn't burning up or anything. He couldn't even make out what she had said after attempting to say his name. Malcolm knew this was not just from drinking, hell when they were together she was barely tipsy, if not sober. She had a higher tolerance for alcohol than this, he's seen it. So, he knew something was truly wrong with her. He wanted to someone who could probably help more than he could. But, he wasn't about to leave her alone where anyone could do God knows what. Whether Leah liked it or not, the jock was very protective of her. He knew she could take care of herself, which was a major turn on for him but she couldn't take care of herself right now. He took out his phone about to message Rhapsody, or Derek, hell anyone could help more than he could. But before he could even type a word. He could hear someone yell at him, asking or more like demanding to know what he was doing. "Great." This was the last thing he needed; some drunk asshole trying to be the hero when they probably couldn't even take care of themselves. When Danielle came into view, he only remembered her because Rhapsody was helping her in one of their classes or something. When she demanded that he move away from her, he got off of his knees and backed away from the queen bee.

He didn't need to make a scene. Then it hit him exactly what Danielle thought Malcolm was trying to do with the unconscious girl.
He shook his head. "It's seriously not what you think." But she wasn't paying attention to what he was saying as she checking on Leah and as much he was just wanted to get Aaliyah out of this party and to the emergency room. He had to respect the fact that someone who wasn't even Leah's friend was wanting to help her. He just wished he wasn't on the other side of the girl's scorn. When she asked how much Leah had to drink, he shrugged his shoulders. "I have no idea. I saw her an hour ago and she was completely fine next thing I know she's texting me saying that something was wrong, she couldn't stay warm, and she needed help." Now he was started to get stressed out. "I have no idea what to do except take her to the ER but, if you can help her please do."

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Danielle's hand went to Aaliyah's forehead, checking for a temperature. As Malcolm insisted that it wasn't whatever she thought it was, she turned around to glare at him. She was tempted to say something, but instead turned back to Aaliyah. However, what Malcolm said next made her stop and hesitate. He genuinely sounded panicked and concerned... Not at all like somebody who was the type of guy to get a girl this drunk only to sleep with her. She straightened up and took a step towards him, looking him up and down.

"Okay. I'm going to take you on your word for now, because frankly, we don't have time to waste. The interrogation can come later. But you're going to help me out on this, okay?" She asked. "And you need to stay calm. If you pass out on me with panic, I'm leaving you wherever you fall. Got it?" She demanded. However, she didn't wait for an answer, spinning on her heel and bending down to Aaliyah again. She was going to give Malcolm the benefit of the doubt. Like she'd said, she didn't have the time to interrogate him... or to doubt him. He seemed like a decent enough person, and she was guessing it was his shirt covering her. Aaliyah needed the help.

Aaliyah wasn't conscious enough to walk, that was for sure. Danielle was hesitant about calling an ambulance, though. It would cause a lot of unnecessary attention, attention that Danielle was pretty sure the Queen Bee wouldn't want. "What do we do? Do we try and carry her out? Or do we just say fuck it and call an ambulance?" She asked, looking up at Malcolm. "Is there a side way we can get out? Because, I'm guessing that Aaliyah wouldn't want any unnecessary attention, right?"

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There were a lot of crazy things that came out of Cat's mouth, so Cydnee's first instinct was to not think anything of the girl's petulant demand that she wanted her drink the way that everyone else got it; with powder added. Her first thought wasn't to assume that Cat was referring to drugs, but she still knew better than to just roll her eyes and demand that the girl drink what was given to her. She eyed her with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism, saying, "What do you mean, 'add powder to it'?"

"You don't know how to make drinks as well as you acted," was how Cat opted to respond, as if Cydnee having to ask what she meant spoke volumes on the girl's lack of mixology experience. She wasn't angry or upset, but rather a bit smitten that she seemed to know more than her friend.

"You just don't know the difference between Kool Aid and an alcoholic drink," Cydnee scoffed in return. It literally would not have surprised Cydnee in the slightest if someone had randomly decided to use Kool Aid or a similar form of powdered drink as a mixer for their drink, and Cat assumed that it was some magic potion that every drink needed to be deemed alcoholic.

"Juliette and either Ari or Camila got powder in their drinks and they weren't drinking Kool Aid," Cat answered defensively. She definitely knew the difference between Kool Aid and alcoholic drinks. If the drinks she had seen being made with a powdery substance were Kool Aid, Cat most definitely would have recognized the powder as having bright colors, not to mention the fact that she would have gotten a chuckle out of mimicking the way that the Kool Aid man on the package spoke in commercials when he broke down the walls of houses. "Aaliyah didn't get it, though. Hers got a lime instead but I don't like limes."[/color]

The mention of the Royals was the only reason why Cydnee started to take Cat seriously. Her cousin's name being brought up automatically made Cydnee feel more defensive than normal. Obviously, Aaliyah was very popular and could hold her own. That didn't mean that everyone liked her though, and especially being in a different clique, nonetheless social level than Aaliyah, meant that Cydnee often encountered people who had bad things to say about Aaliyah. Normally, they didn't realize that Cydnee was close to her until Cydnee corrected them (and she always did), but even knowing that Aaliyah wouldn't give a damn about what lower level listers had to say about her, Cydnee still felt a need to defend her. More-so, though, Cydnee knew that girls like Juliette, Ari and Camila weren't the type who would want a Kool Aid mixed drink. They were too classy and uptight for anything that didn't look like it came straight out of the bar of an upscale New York hotel rooftop bar. On top of that, for some reason, it was when she thought of pretty girls like those Royals that it clicked in her mind that some ugly, asshole of a guy might want to take advantage of their looks and popularity with a date rape drug. "Someone put powder in their drinks?" she asked, more serious now as she spoke quieter and grasped Cat's arm to make sure that there was very little space between them.

"Yes! Well, they crushed up something and made it powder and then put it in," Cat explained, frowning slightly at the tight grip of Cydnee's hand on her arm, but not pulling away.

"And who might that someone be?" This would be the telltale fact that would tell Cydnee whether she had to worry or not.

"Alan and... I forget the other boy," Cat answered after a moment of thought. She tried to mimic Cydnee's seriousness but soon found herself getting wrapped up in her own thoughts that were more enjoyable. "I was fixing all of the bottles back there. Did you know there's a bumble bee on one of the kinds of bottles? Like... what flavor could a bumble bee taste like?!"

She didn't have time to humor Cat's airhead remarks right now and the way that she squeezed Cat's arm, somewhat out of frustration, but also as a signal for her to focus, reflected that. "Why was he making drinks for them?"

"To be nice, I guess?"

"Did they ask him to make drinks for them?" Cydnee said, knowing she had to be more specific if she wanted to get the answer she was looking for.

"No, Ace did."

"And did Ace watch them make these drinks in the way that you're describing?" Cydnee didn't know Ace, but she knew that Aaliyah and him went way back, and that in itself was the only reason why she followed up with this question. It would have been easy to assume that Ace was behind this, because he fit the mold of a spoiled pretty boy who looked like he thought he deserved every girl on the planet to bow down to him. Cydnee could have assumed that he had drugged the girls, but she decided to delve deeper.

"No."

"Okay. Go find Charlotte, I'll meet up with you in a minute," she said. That was all she needed to know, but as she spun away, she quickly turned back and grabbed Cat once more, pulling her in closely once she was facing her. "And don't you mention this to a single person, okay? The powder, the boys making drinks for those girls? They did something bad and I don't need you telling anyone about it, you hear me?"

Cat nodded, only because she still didn't think anything of the powder incident, even though Cydnee called what had happened "bad". She assumed that they had made the drinks poorly, as if it was Cydnee's way of saying that her skills were superior to theirs and that Cat was better off without the powdered version of the drink, and knowing that was enough to get her to sip the drink as she wandered away from Cydnee. It was definitely sweet, but she still grimaced at the taste of the alcohol that the small sip left in her mouth.

With Cat gone, Cydnee didn't know what she was going to do next. She had to do something, but she didn't know what. She did text Aaliyah as she moved towards Ace's home, saying "wya", but she didn't seek out her cousin first. According to Cat's recollection, Aaliyah hadn't been given a drugged drink. Cydnee had no reason to worry about her, and was only texting her so that she could inform her of what had happened to her friends, if she didn't already know. She didn't see Malcolm and Charlotte tending to the referenced girl on her way inside, but she did see Camila and Arizona in passing as she entered the house and they exited. Neither of them looked drugged, though Cydnee didn't observe them for long enough to truly tell if they were intoxicated. She had witnessed a girl who had been roofied last summer when she was back in Denver, and it definitely didn't look anything like the state the Ari and Camila were in. The fact that they weren't with Juliette made Cydnee feel like she needed to be more concerned for that one... even if she definitely had a love-hate relationship with Juliette (with the love part only secretly existing on Cydnee's end of things).

Through a few small conversations, Cydnee found out that someone had seen Juliette go upstairs a while ago with Ari. Obviously Ari had come down since, so Cydnee assumed Juliette had too, and had just separated from Ari since then, but she decided to investigate anyway. Part of her felt weird for suddenly wanting to play Sherlock Holmes and caring about a girl who was only ever rude to her, but yes, there was definitely a part of Cydnee that wanted to come out of this looking like the hero. That was why she didn't follow up with Aaliyah more urgently, and instead, found herself pushing open a bathroom door after she heard movement inside. The scene that she found inside involved Finn Maxwell standing up, putting on a condom, with Juliette nearly-naked laying on the floor in a state that Cydnee could tell at a mere first glance was not a normal or consenting one. There were a lot of people in LA who were immoral, but this was the first time that Cydnee had ever witnessed anything firsthand that made her feel like she was about to be sick to her stomach. Had she not walked in at that very moment, what was this boy about to do to this girl who Cydnee normally liked to hate, but right now, wanted to just wrap up in a blanket and carry home? "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

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When Danielle said the interrogation would have to wait, at least Malcolm could take a breath of relief at that. He didn't need to get grilled about helping Leah right now. As she finished talking Malc just shook his head, looking down at the queen bee in the lawn chair to make sure she was still breathing. But the last thing he needed was her telling him to stay calm. He was calm. As calm as he could be with something being really wrong with his... friend since there was nothing else he could really call her especially in front of other people. He threw his arms up with a sharp breath. "Yea, got it." But by the time he answered, she was already looking back towards Leah.

He went to the other side of the chair to bend down at her before Danielle spoke again which happened to snap Malcolm out of his worried state for a moment to look back at her. He shook his head at the idea of an ambulance. That would just bring more unwanted attention towards Leah and the whole situation, the party would be broken up, and everyone would gossip that she just had too much to drink and couldn't take care of herself without the help of Malcolm and some rebel. "Nah, that's the last thing she needs right now. I called a car, there's a hospital like ten minutes away." He felt his phone go off to signal that the car was here. He took a quick sigh in relief. "Just in time." He raised his eyebrows as he got his arm under her to pick her up. He whispered in her ear, hoping she could hear him so she wouldn't be frightened at someone picking her up. "Hey, baby. We're getting to a hospital, alright? Everything's gonna be okay." He looked towards Dani. Before looking around the yard. He had only been to Ace's a few times and from what he remembered there was only one way out. The front, of course. "I don't think there's a side exit or anything." He picked up the unconscious girl with ease with her head laying on his shoulder. "If we don't bring too much attention I think we'll be fine. Even if we do, I don't really give a shit." As the pair made their way through the house, Malcolm tried not run into anyone. Locking eyes with his sister for a moment before looking away, trying not to have her notice what the hell was going on and walk over. He knew she'd bring it up that he didn't talk to her later and that was fine. He'd deal with it then.

So many other people around them seemed to far gone to really think about what was transpiring around them or to care about what was happening. It felt like a lifetime. Walking through the house, making sure Danielle was still behind him making her way through the crowds. When they reached the front and he pushed open the door with his foot, keeping it open with his free hand and he saw the car he took a deep breath. Finally. He carefully slid himself and the queen in the car, with her still sitting on his lap. He nodded towards the driver, who seemed concerned about the girl. "She's fine, she just had too much to drink. Change of plans man. We need to get to Cedars-Sinai." He didn't need the man to think anything else was going on. He had enough on his plate at the moment. As they drove off he looked towards Dani. "I gotta ask though, what made you help her? I mean, are ya'll close or anything?" He didn't think they were and even if they weren't. He was grateful that she helped him out, he was just curious and trying to keep himself calm for the next ten or so minutes on the drive there.