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Rianne Del Rey

"You don't know me, and you never will."

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a character in “Tiny Dancer”, as played by desire99600

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❝Dance is the hidden language of the soul.❞



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| Full Name |
"I hate it, but it's not like I can change it." Rianne Beatrice Del Rey [ Ree-Anne ]

| Nickname |
"I really don't care." Rianne isn't a fan of her name. To her, it's too girly, even though she's a walking whirlwind of lip-gloss and hair-product. She doesn't hate it, but she doesn't particularly prefer it either. Her mother likes it because it sounds "sophisticated" and "classy" so her mother calls her Rianne, as do her father and sister and other relatives, but no one else really does. She prefers her sportier nicknames outside of the home, and tends to introduce herself as these. Only those in her family really know her real name. Most of the time, people at school or in her social group call her Ryan. She likes this nickname the most, because she's always liked the idea of using a boy's name for a girl, but others include Ri [ Ree ], Ann (which she's not too fond of, but tolerates), Rey (which is actually the second part of her last name, but works with her first as well), Ria [ Ree-Uh ], or Ry. She doesn't like to use her middle name at all, because it's even more awful than her first, so she just sticks with variations of her first.

| Age |
"I can't wait to graduate and get the fuck out of here." Eighteen. Senior in high-school

| Gender |
"Really?" Female

| Role |
"The Queen-fucking-bee." Girl Two




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| Eyes |
"Nothing special I guess." Ryan has very dark chocolate brown eyes. They're so dark that, in most lightings, they actually appear black though, at times, the sunlight will catch slight amber tones in them that bake them brown. They're not a shocking aqua or unique grey, but they still have a way of captivating you and stealing your attention.

| Hair |
"It's the envy of all my blonde haired, blue-eyed accomplices." Ria has extremely long, dark brown hair. It swings down to her waist in dark locks that other girls look at with jealousy. It's shining and soft and, like her eyes, is so dark that, at times, can appear almost black while, at others is a rich chocolate brown. She loves her hair and doesn't cut it unless her ends start to get dead, hence it's length. Naturally, it's rather wavy, but Ri styles her hair all the time. Sometimes she'll curl it in big thick, bouncing curls, other times she'll curl it into smaller, springy ringlets, and even more often, Ryan will straighten her hair, making it even longer. For cheer, she has to wear it up, but other than this, she usually likes to let it hang down.

| Skin Tone |
"Blessed." Ryan's skin tone is a rich, smooth olive. She's lovely tanned and stays this way all winter, unlike some of the other girls she hangs out with, her tan is natural, not sprayed or acquired in a bed. Lots of girls envy her ability to stay richly tanned even in the winter just as they envy the flawlessness of her complexion, seeming to practically glow.

| Build |
"I know I don't look like much, but I can be a real bitch." Ryan isn't very tall or sturdy. In fact, she's fairly small. This factor helps her in both her dance and her cheer because it makes her light, but in other aspects of life, it can be a real pain in the ass. A lot of people look at her and see her round face and fragile looking stature and assume she's a lot younger than she actually is. Until she opens her mouth to talk, people rarely take her seriously, assuming she's young, innocent, and naive.

| Distinct Markings |
"My mom would probably kill me if she knew I had any imperfections."
Piercings
Ryan's mother doesn't particularly like any form of imperfection, this includes piercings and tattoos. She got her ears pierced when she was fifteen, she had a friend on the cheer team do it for her and her mother nearly exploded, however, she allowed her to keep them, so long as this was the only piercing she ever got. Well, naturally, if you tell Ry not to do something, she tries her best to do it. So she also has, not only her firsts pierced in her ears, but also her seconds, thirds, and, on her right ear, her cartilage. She keeps this from her mother, leaving the holes empty save for the first when she's around her. Other than this, she also has her bellybutton pierced. Of course, she hides this from her mother as well.
Scars
Ryan doesn't really have many scars. She's lived a rather "easy" life, hasn't ever really had to work hard at much, save for dance, so her skin is rather perfect. However, she does have one scar along the back of her shoulder. It's not huge, and she told her mother she got it in a minor car accident with a friend when, the reality is, Jason, her boyfriend of three and a half years, gave it to her in a drunken rage. He'd swung at her with an empty whiskey bottle, intending to hit her across the head, but he stumbled and missed, hitting her on the back. The bottle shattered and left shards in her neck and shoulder. There are scars along her neck, but they're extremely thin and faded, so, unless you're close or looking, the only one you can see is the one on her shoulder.
Tattoos
Her mother hates tattoos even more than she hates piercings, but Ry got them behind her back so there isn't too much she can do about it. Her first, is on her foot, and reads "to dance is to breathe". She also has a small tattoo of a deer head between her shoulder blades. Her final tattoo of hers is on the inside of her middle finger. This one, she didn't intend to get. She got it when she was drunk, and Jason convinced her into it. It's probably her mother's least favorite because it reads: "Give no fucks".




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| Likes |
❤ Drinking
❤ Cigarettes
❤ Fast cars
❤ Being rebellious
❤ Dancing
❤ Music
❤ Parties
❤ Cats
❤ Dogs
❤ Frankie
❤ Sarcasm
❤ Jason, some of the time
❤ Kissing | Boys
❤ Coffee
❤ Being a bitch

| Dislikes |
✖ Lairs
✖ Jason, most of the time
✖ Her friends
✖ Her mother, most of the time
✖ Pressure
✖ Being told what to do
✖ Having to be nice
✖ Annoying people
✖ Crying
✖ Weak people
✖ Being used
✖ Being alone
✖ Rules
✖ Losing
✖ Being looked down on

| Fears |
"Fear is just another word for motivation."
Love → Cliche, sure, but Rianne is terrified of love or being love because, in all honesty, she doesn't think it exists. She thinks it's a myth. She's afraid to be loved because, first of all, she doesn't think anyone could ever love her for who she truly is, because no one knows who she truly is, but she's also afraid of getting hurt. Or of hurting in return.
Spiders → Silly, yes, but they terrify her.
Being alone → Ryan is afraid to be alone and, as such, she is always surrounded by friends. She may not really like any of these people because they're all superficial and shallow, but she doesn't care. Attention is attention.
Being forgotten → Ri is used to being the center of attention. She's never not been the star. The one everyone envies. So she's afraid off being looked over. Of not being the center of attention.



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| Personality |
"They don't call me the bitch because I'm nice." Rianne is an interesting person. If you get to know her anyway. Which is pretty much impossible, seeing as no one really knows her and she likes to keep it that way. She doesn't let anybody know who she really is because even she doesn't know for sure who she is.

On the outside, she's absolutely perfect. All the girls want to be her and all the guys want to be with her. She has it all. Literally. Her parents are both rich, and respectable people, and her and her sister are both dance proteges. She's friends with all the best people in school and is head cheerleader, dating the star football player. She's absolutely stunning, and her dancing is even more stunning. At school, she is, quite literally, the Queen-bee. There's no one above her. Her and her crowd are at the top, the ones everyone wants to be. She could literally not be more perfect.

Though this is way off base. Everyone sees her as nothing more than the queen-bee. They see her as the bitchy cheerleader, mostly because she let's them. She's the popular, bitchy girl with a perfect life and the perfect boyfriend. She get's everything she wants. She's a princess.

Though this is only how others see her. Though she may be a bitch, and takes every possible opportunity to shoot off something sarcastic, there's more to her than that. She hates her life. She's under constant pressure to be perfect, so she cracks sometimes. She's not always happy, and she's not always perfect. No one can be. It just makes her human. The thing about her, is that she keeps these moments of weakness to herself.

She hates her mother and her strict rules, and rebels against her often, for, though she hadn't explored it much, she has a heart for adventure. She's just afraid. She's done rebellious things in her life. She got tattoos when her mother told her not to, she goes to parties, she drinks, and she smokes. She's done drugs, though nothing hard, just a few joints here and there and, once, Jace had to practically force her to do a line of coke. She likes adventure, she just has a hard time branching out because there's always someone watching her. There's always someone to impress.

And that's something important about her. Ryan is constantly aiming to impress. She has a natural need to please people around her, so she can have a tendency, at times, to let them walk over her and take advantage of her, despite the fact that she's a confident, popular bitch, she still needs people. She feels impossibly lonely, because she feels as though her mother doesn't care. She knows she does, but she doesn't show it often. She seems to care more about her dancing than her as a person, and her father is just never home. She loves him dearly, but he's not around enough to notice anything or really care about her. She feels alone, so she has to surround herself with people. Even if they're awful, superficial people.

Ryan is fiercely confident. She doesn't let anyone or anything bring her down. In fact, she's usually the one bringing others down. She likes to play games with people, because she's good at seeing into people. She uses them, messing with their heads before tossing them away because people are disposable. She has three or four friends that she keeps around her at all times, always vying for her attention, tripping over each other to be her best friend, but everyone else, she keeps at arms length. Through it all, she remains aloof, seemingly heartless, wanting others to see her more as nothing but that way.

Another thing about Ry is that she loves a good challenge. She hates the idea of defeat, and, as such, will willingly take on any task thrown her way, no matter how impossible. She can almost never turn down any form of bet, dare or challenge, truly obsessed with the idea of winning.

In the end, there's more to Rianne than meets the eye, though no one ever sees this part of her. She let's people believe, instead, that she's "perfect."




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"What do you know?" Ever since she was little, people have envied Rianne. She has it all. Her older sister is actually her half sister, born to her mother and her mother's first husband. However, while her mother was married to her sister's father, she was having an affair. And Rianne is the product of that affair. After she was born, her mother divorced Frankie's father and married her father.

Her father is a successful business man, while her mother owns their dance academy. Their family is exceedingly rich, meaning they get everything they could ever ask for while her and her sister are exceptional dancers. Their family is the picture of perfection. Envied by everyone around them.

Except that this is only the outside. Their mother is incredibly hard on the girls, always holding their dance above everything else, wanting them to be perfect in every aspect possible. Her father isn't a fan of how hard their mother is on them, but there isn't much he can do.

Ri loves her father. Ever since she was a child, she's been a daddy's girl. Her and her mother don't get along in the least bit. She tries to do her best to respect her mother and make her proud, doing everything she asks of her but it's impossibly hard because her mother never seems to be satisfied. No matter how hard she tries, it never seems to be enough. So, when there's something she needs, she goes to her father. He's firm, but considerably less harsh than their mother, and has a particular soft spot for Ri. They get along wonderfully, but the problem is, he's almost never home. His work takes up far too much of his life.

When she became a freshman in high school, Ria met Jason Ackerman. She joined the cheer squad and he joined the football team, and they started dating. They dated on and off for the next three and a half years of high school, becoming the couple of the school. The one everyone gossiped about, though even her relationship isn't all it's cracked up to be. He cheats on her often, and has developed a fairly bad drinking problem that, at times can cause him to be violent.

Of course though, Ria keeps these imperfections in her life to herself.




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Dance Without You
Skylar Grey
So serious, all the time
I feel restrained.
I feel confined.
I cannot take your whispering, your whispering

I wanna dance without you
For once just let me lose myself
I wanna dance without you
For once just let me lose myself
For once let me lose myself
So insecure, so uptight
I break my neck, to be polite
I cannot take your whispering, your whispering

I wanna dance without you
For once just let me lose myself
I wanna dance without you
For once just let me lose myself
For once let me lose myself

How can I make history, with your choreography?
Take your hands off me, Take your hands off me
Before I suffocate

I wanna dance without you
For once just let me lose myself
I wanna dance without you
For once just let me lose myself lose myself
For once let me lose myself
Dance With The Devil
Breaking Benjamin
Here I stand, helpless and left for dead.

Close your eyes, so many days go by.
Easy to find what's wrong, harder to find what's right.

I believe in you, I can show you that I can see right through all your empty lies.

I won't stay long, in this world so wrong.

[Chorus:]
Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight.
Don't you dare look at him in the eye, as we dance with the devil tonight?

Trembling, crawling across my skin.
Feeling your cold dead eyes, stealing the life of mine.

I believe in you, I can show you that I can see right through all your empty lies.

I won't last long, in this world so wrong.

[Chorus]

Hold on. Hold on.

[Chorus]

Hold on. Hold on.

Goodbye.


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Rianne Del Rey's Story

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Francesca had been in the bathroom at her mother’s academy, for the past half hour, refusing to let herself fall apart. Her and Max had gotten into a pretty violent fight just before she’d left, leaving her covered in bruises and she was trying to figure out a way to cover them. If her mom saw them, she’d be pissed and her mom never believed her when she told her about Max, because much like Franny, Max had everyone fooled. Her mother told her she was just clumsy and over dramatic most of the time.

The door of the bathroom flew open and Frankie desperately hoped it wasn’t her mother because she was in no mood to deal with her, if it was Sabrina or one of the other girls who’d been at Del Rey Dance Academy since it opened, she’d probably cut them down to size, because she wasn’t in a particularly good mood. She didn’t look up, because she didn’t want to know who it was.

“Rena? What the hell were supposed to be teaching a damn duet class right now?” She let out a relived breath when it was Benji and he realized what was wrong the second she looked up at him. “I swear to god, Frankie, I’m going to kill that bastard.” He sighed irritated. He made his way over to her, placing his hands on her shoulders looking over her and she watched him closely. “There not bad, they could easily pass as dancer bruises.” He smiled softly. Frankie nodded knowing he was right and she grabbed her bag, putting it over her shoulder. “Come on, were already late.” He said wrapping an arm around her shoulder, leading her out of the bathroom.

Once they got into the room, there usual Friday class was already inside. They had five couples and it was an advanced contemporary, duet class. Benji and Frankie were showcasing their most popular routine to their students. They’d done it a million and one times, yet every time they performed it, even if you’d seen it before it was still completely breath taking.

Their students were all around the same age as them and there were about six couples, she could feel all of their eyes on her as she walked in and Benji followed after them apologizing for being late, but she didn’t say a word which was expected of her, everyone knew the Del Rey sisters were bitchy, prima donna’s or at least that’s what they let everyone think. As soon as Benji was finished apologizing, the group started to talk amongst themselves again.

Frankie slipped out of her sweats leaving her in herusual practice cloths. The less she wore the better she performed. Benji slipped his shirt off tossing it aside and stretching a bit. Frankie took a deep breath as she dimmed the lighting in the room and Benji took his starting position, in the center of the floor. Chesca hit play on the radio and the music started. Benji started his solo, she watched him waiting for her cue and finally she came in the room fell silent and she could feel every one’s eyes on them, giving her the familiar rush, that never got old.

Frankie flowed perfectly with the music, matching Benji when right on time and their moves were beautifully in sync. She’d completely forgotten about her fight with Max as if it never happened and she was completely lost in their routine, despite the fact they’d done it a million times. Her and Benji moved in a circle around each other, she locked eyes with him and they could convince a whole room of non-believer that they were in love. He reached out grabbing her and she jumped into his arms wrapping her body around him making it look flawless and breathe taking. As the song came to an end, she fell to the floor as if her soul was stolen and Benji walked off, leaving her there.

Benji turned the light back up and the group clapped, amazed by the performance. Frankie sat up noticing her mother had been watching from the door and she looked completely disappointed as if the performance was terrible. It made Frankie feel like complete shit and as quickly as her worries had disappeared they’d returned.

“Call it Benji.” She said glancing to him and he shook his head “Call it.” She ordered harshly as if they were the only ones in the room. He sighed, hesitating for a moment before he spoke.

“The Lift, the double, the second lift, and the alignment at the end.” He listed where she was off in their routine, hating that she’d made him do it, because he was way more off then she was and it was only a practice. It was something only him, her mother, and Ria could do, calling where her mistakes were. They’d been minor almost unnoticeable errors, but her mom was hard on her and she was a million times harder on herself.

She let out a frustrated sigh standing up. “Class dismissed.” She said plainly, not bothering to grab her bag as she slipped out of the room and she could hear Benji calling after her but she ignored him. He finally caught up to her grabbing her arm to stop her and stepping in front of her.

“Rena, babe your were perfect.” He said reassuring her and she rolled her eyes. “Let’s go out tonight.” He offered and she raised a brow. Normally it was her begging him to go out. “Just you, me, Ryan, and her Ry’s boyfriend.” He said and she could hear in his voice that he was hoping she wouldn’t argue. “Your stressing out way too much. Just say yes.” He smirked, his charming smirk.

“Fine, will go out.” She said running her fingers through her hair. “But were going downtown, I’m sick of all these rich people.” She said holding his eyes letting him know it wasn’t up for negotiation.

“Alright. The tower district it is.” He sighed giving in and she smirked. The tower district wasn’t exactly the safest. The people were all pretty shady and there was a drug dealer on nearly every corner. But, they had the best underground club scene not to mention, no one they knew would venture there.



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Spencer sat handcuffed in the police station, he’d been there for the past hour and a half waiting to get processed. He’d been caught and brought in last night, for selling drugs and causing a disturbance in a nicer neighborhood. He’d been put in a holding cell and spent most the day there, then they’d finally decided to hand cuff him and bring him into the waiting area and that’s where he’d been sitting.

He was sober now, unfortunately. All he wanted was a drink and a joint and he’d be good. He smirked at the thought and the receptionist behind the glass gave him a nervous look like he was going to try and shoot her. He rolled his eyes, because that’s whatever one thought, that he was going to shoot them and rob them blind. Spencer was cold, but he wasn’t that ruthless a least not yet.

“Huntington.” He heard a familiar voice and it pulled him from his thoughts. He glanced up seeing the usual officer that dealt with him.

“Officer.” Spencer smirked arrogantly as the officer grabbed him by his bicep roughly and led him to his office. He pushed him down into the seat in front of his desk before sitting on the edge of the desk and looking Spencer over.

“Again, Spence?” He sighed “This is the third time this month, I can’t keep letting it go and I don’t want to put you behind bars kid.” He said almost begging him. “You’re a good kid Spencer, your just in a bad situation.” He said rubbing the back of his neck.

Spencer rolled his eyes leaning back in the chair as if to make himself comfortable, like all he was doing was talking to an old friend. Officer Derick Adams, had worked with Spencer’s father and so he’d known Spencer his whole life and maybe that why he had a soft spot for him and he was always coming to his rescue. Spence let silence fall between them for a moment before he finally spoke.

“Derick, can I call you Derick?” he smirked arrogantly. “Listen, I hate to break it to you but I’m not a good kid, you and I both know that.” He shrugged “Now, if you don’t mind taking off these cuffs like you know you’re going to do and skipping the motivational speech, you can save your time for someone who will actually listen and I can get the fuck out of here.” He said cockily, he knew if Derick was the one who got ahold of him he’d get off because he felt bad and knew his story any of the other cops though, would book him for a few days.

He sighed and unlocked his cuffs. Derick knew what the Huntington family had gone through and he just couldn’t find it in his hear to put Spencer away, even if it got him fired one day he just cared to much about him. Spencer smirked as he stood up watching the cop through his cuff on his desk.

“Good talk. Let’s not do it again.” Spencer said as he slipped out of his office, triumphantly. Spencer could talk his way out of any situation, he was just that kind of person, not to mention he had every fucking person who’d ever met him wrapped around his damn finger.

He pulled his pack of cigarettes from his pocket lighting one and taking a long drag off of it as he headed down to the tower district. If he was planning on making any money tonight, he’d need to make a few business deals before the clubs and bars came to life and it was Friday night, which meant if he played his cards right he could make close to ten grand easily selling drugs alone, which would be enough to pay the rent on the apartment he’d recently started sharing with a friend of his.

His cellphone went off in his pocket and he rolled his eyes already having a feeling who it was. He answered slightly irritated. “Sabrina, we’re not getting back together, get that through your thick fucking skull. You good under the sheets, that’s it.” He said harshly into the phone. “But, hey. I’m going to be in the district tonight, you wanna get drunk and fuck…come find me.” He smirked before hanging up.



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The day had started out fairly normally for Rianne. She'd woken up three hours early, as she did everyday, and practiced her dance while her mother oversaw and degraded her, then gotten ready, straightening her hair out long, and putting on her usual assortment of perfumes and lipglosses before heading off to school. School, most of the day, had been fairly easy and normal as well. She'd gossiped with friends, texted through all her classes, even painted her nails in one where her teacher was particularly boring. Nothing seemed to be out of order in her perfect little world.

She was still the Queen-bee. She still owned the school and everyone in it. Her friends still tripped over each other for her attention. Her boyfriend was still the star football player, she was still the head cheerleader, and they were still the couple. She was still rich, her mother was still a bitch, and her father was still away on a three-week business trip. Everything was relatively peaceful in her world, nothing was really amiss.

That was, until the end of the school day rolled around.

Ria was standing at her locker, books in one hand, propped on one hip, phone in the other, texting her boyfriend Jace while simultaneously talking to a the usual crowd of girls that always stormed her locker during passing periods, and especially at the end of the day. "Ryan. Ri! Ria! RIANNE DEL-FUCKING-REY!" Her friend Karin's sudden shouting broke through to her and she looked up from her phone, raising her eyebrows as her attention was brought from her texts to the girls around her, who were now laughing at her lack of focus. A teacher walked by at that moment and sneered at Karin for her swearing before continuing, and the girls only laughed harder.

"What Karin?" Ryan asked, raising her eyebrows at the bleach-blond, tall-as-fuck girl who so badly wanted her attention.

Karin glanced around them at the girls before looping her arm through hers. "Liz, Meg, I'll call you later about the party tomorrow." She said to a couple of the girls before pulling Ryan out of the group and leading her down the hall.

"Where are we going Karin?" Ry asked as Karin tugged her towards the bathroom, but the girl didn't answer. She just glanced behind them before pushing her into the bathroom and closing the door behind them, making sure to lock it. Ry leaned against the sinks and went back to texting Jace as she watched Karin walk the row of stalls and kick each one of them open.

In the last one, there was a small, skinny, nerdy looking girl with a pile of books in her lap, no-doubt hiding in there until everyone had gone home and the halls were safe to walk again. "Get out of here bitch. Private business." Karin laughed cruelly and the girl, looking scared as hell, frantically gathered her things and ran out of the room.

"That was probably the social highlight of her week." Ryan laughed. "Seriously though, what's this about?" She asked and glanced at her phone when it went off. She started to unlock it so she could read it, because it was from Jace, but Karin snapped her hand out quickly and grabbed it from her hands.

"Trust me, you don't want to text Jace some stupid, no-doubt disgusting, message right now." She said, suddenly looking serious, which kept Ryan from reaching for her phone back. "I've got news that's going to kill you, but someone's got to break it to ya. We picked a number between one and ten, and, unfortunately, I was the loser."

Ryan raised her eyebrows. "That bad?"

"Yeah. Just don't shoot the messenger, K?" Karin said, looking seriously worried.

Ry shrugged and nodded, leaning back against the sinks as she waited for the punch of whatever news Karin had. Though it probably wasn't that bad, knowing all the petty teenage drama that circulated through her social group like the plague. It was probably just Ashley again. That bitch had been spreading rumors about Ryan for a good week now, but she was easily handled. All Ry had to do was say the word and no one would ever talk to Ashley again. The only reason she hadn't done so yet, was because she really didn't care that much. She'd get her eventually, and, when she did, it'd be crushing, but, at the moment, Ashley's jealousy was not at the top her her list of things to deal with.

"It's Jace." That made her shoulders stiffen and Karin could see it. She instantly grew more nervous and ran her fingers through her blond hair. "Oh god, maybe I shouldn't say anything..." She trailed off, but Ryan lashed out quickly before her friend could duck out of the room, grabbing her upper arm and yanking her close, glaring at her.

"I swear to god Karin, if you don't tell me, I'll kick your ass right here. Bet a shiner wouldn't look to pretty for your birthday party tomorrow?" She asked, raising her eyebrows with a smirk and Ry could see the look in her eyes. She had her.

"By the way, are you coming?" She asked and Ryan rolled her eyes and gripped her harder.

"Stop stalling Karin, or I'll make sure no one goes." She said. "Got that? Not. One. Person."

Karin sighed. "Fine!" She finally spat and ripped her arm from her grip, taking a few steps back, like she wanted to make sure and put distance between them, incase she tried to hit her once she told her whatever it was she had to say. "Babe, you could do so much better. Jace is cheating again."

There it was. The shoe she'd been waiting for Karin to drop. "Fuck." She whispered under her breath. "Who? How long?" Now Karin was fidgeting so Ryan gritted her teeth almost painfully, knowing her answer was going to piss her off.

"Cleo. Three weeks." She whispered and Ry gritted her teeth even harder, trying not to explode on Karin, though knowing she was going to fail. Miserably.

"WHAT THE FUCK KARIN?!" She shouted. "You bitches knew about it for three fucking weeks and you're just now telling me?!" Ryan had too many friends to count, and she didn't have a best friend, but she did have an inner circle of close friends who always competed to be her best friend. Among these were Cleo, Karin, Megara, Eliza (Liz), and Ashley, and Stacia. And not a single one of them had told her that, for three weeks, Jace had been fucking Cleo. It stung. Not only to hear that Jason was cheating, but that her friends had covered for him.

Karin, seeing her anger, tried to step forward and console her like a "good" friend, but Ryan just pushed her away and, with a sigh, she left the bathroom, leaving Ryan alone for a minute. She was beyond hurt or pissed. She was absolutely livid. She'd been with Jason off and on for three and a half years. Their relationship was the highlight of all gossip at the school, because it was rather dramatic, but everyone wanted it because, despite their constant break-ups, they were "perfect" because they always came back to eachother, always found a way to forgive each other.

In reality, she was always getting sucked in to Jason again. There was no real forgiving at all, and it was never him having to forgive her. It was the other way around. Because their relationship wasn't even close to perfect. He treated her like a prize. A conquest. He was proud of the fact that he was dating the hottest bitch in school, proud enough to not want to let her go, to want her to stay away from other guys, to act possessive, but not proud enough to keep his hands off other girls.

And then there was the fact that he was turning into a bigger and bigger asshole lately. Only a few of her friends in her inner circle knew that Jace was developing a major drinking and minor drug problem. Even less of them knew it caused him to sometimes be a dick. None of them knew that he often took that out on her. Even her sister thought the scar on her shoulder and the smaller ones up her neck were from a car accident, not from Jace swinging a whiskey bottle at her, aiming for her head but tripping and hitting her shoulder.

"Fuck." Ryan whispered as she gathered herself before slipping her phone away, ignoring Jason's text, and leaving the bathroom. All she wanted was to get out to her car and get home so she could dance, and sweat out some of her problems on the floor, but clearly, the universe just wasn't looking too kindly on her because, no sooner had she slipped into the hall and started crossing the parking lot towards her car, than Jason slipped up from behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her tightly against him, kissing down her neck. "Fuck off Jace." She spat, but he didn't move, just squeezed her tighter.

"What's wrong baby, you seem tense?" He asked as he continued to kiss her before spinning her in his arms to face her and backing her against her car, kissing her lips this time. Several people in the parking lot saw and started "ooo-ing", misreading the scene as the two of them just making out because they were so in love they couldn't keep their hands off each other. "Need to go by my place and work that out?" He smirked, speaking against her lips and Ryan finally managed to push him away from her. She wanted so badly to confront him, but she knew it wasn't that easy. He'd only deny it and then, everyone who'd been covering for Cleo, even Karin, would deny it too, and she'd get no where. If she wanted to call him out, she either had to catch him in the act, which clearly wasn't going to happen right there in the parking lot, or beat a sorry out of him, but she wasn't anywhere near strong enough for that, and he was on the football team, so anyone she could get to do it for her was his friend.

"Just get in the car." She spat as she rolled her eyes and walked around to the driver's side, getting in and waiting for him to do the same. She didn't want to spend time with him, she wanted to dance, but she knew if she denied him, he'd want to know why, and she'd have to tell him, and she didn't want to. Not yet. Besides, as much as she hated it, she was a little possessive over him, even if he was a dick, so she'd rather him be with her than Cleo.




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Mark woke to a frantic pounding on his apartment door. His alarm was also beeping repeatedly, shrilly, but that wasn't what woke him, because he always slept through his alarm. His alarm had probably been going off for a good three or four hours. What woke him was that obnoxious pounding.

Marcus rolled over with a groan and flipped off the alarm, just as someone in the bed next to him rolled over towards him and wrapped a small arm around him. "Francis," came an unrecognizable, but clearly feminine voice from under his sheets, making him raise his eyebrows. "Make it stopppp." The girl groaned, clearly as irritated with the pounding as he was.

"Close." He said with a smirk as he pulled the girl's arm off him and tossed it away. "It's Marcus, but you're right, Francis does sound exactly the same." He rolled his eyes as he stood and pulled on his jeans. The girl's only reply was to moan miserably, lift her arm to flick him off, and roll over as he laughed and pulled the double doors to his bedroom open.

His apartment was extremely small. It was a total of three rooms. If you counted the bathroom anyway. The main room served as a living room on one side and a kitchen on the other, a two-seater table separating them, serving as the dining room. Off the living room was his bedroom, and off his bedroom was the bathroom.

At the moment, his apartment was a mess. There were empty liquor and beer bottles everywhere, as well as cigarette butts, ashtrays, joints, and un-snorted lines of coke left out on almost every possible surface. He'd had a party the night before. Luckily, most of the people had lived within walking distance, so he'd been able to make them leave, though there was still someone passed out on his couch and, if he leaned a little, he thought he could see a hand out on the balcony, meaning someone had passed out out there too.

The pounding was getting more and more persistent and it made him wince. His head felt like it was going to explode. He was horribly hung over. "Fuck." He hissed as he made his way across the room towards the door, kicking things out of the way before finally whipping it open. "What in the hell do you wa-" He started to get out, but was cut off before he could finish as his eyes focused on the person standing there, hand still raised mid-knock, smirk on her full lips.

"What are you doing here, it's fucking...?" Mark leaned back to glance at the clock across the room above the oven, squinting at it some, hoping it was some ungodly hour.

"Four in the afternoon?" The girl smirked and laughed. Her laughter was like a flashback. He hadn't heard it in so long.

"Yeah. Four in the afternoon. What the hell are you thinking? Some people need to sleep you know." He smirked at her and she laughed softly. Again, he got a feeling of the past. Though, most of his past was dark, and he didn't like to remember it or any feelings that came along with it, this particular girl and the feeling her laugh gave him was a small corner of light in the never-ending maze of misery that had been his childhood.

"It's good to see you Mark. Glad to see you grew up." She leaned forward and pressed on his abs with a hand before pulling back again with a laugh, smirking. "Really glad. Lost all that babyfat I see."

Mark smirked at her. "What about you?" He laughed. "You're looking better yourself. No more knobby knees or gangly limbs."

She laughed too and then there was a moment of silence as he looked her over, realizing, for the first time, that she had a suitcase down at her feet. He let his eyes travel back up her to meet hers and stop there as she held his gaze, all joking gone, suddenly looking serious. "I need your help Mark." She whispered. "For old times sake. Can I come in?"

Mark nodded and stepped out of the way, watching her as she lifted her suitcase, which he noticed was small. She must not have much in it. Was she just staying in town for a few days or was that really all she had? The last time he'd seen Winni, she'd been rich as hell, her father was an insanely wealthy inventor, and her mother was one of those slutty housewives who spent too much time drinking martinis.

As a child, he'd known her, and it had been a miracle he'd ever met her. They'd seen each other for years almost everyday because their paths home from her fancy private school and his and Lacey's awful public school passed each other. It had been years before he'd finally had the courage to say hi to her, and then, he'd found that she was the sweetest girl on the planet. He'd thought she was an angel.

They were from two totally different worlds, but she'd been his only friend, because he'd never really made many friends. Her parents didn't like him, but she felt bad for him and his sister having to live with their father, so she'd often sneak them into her house and let them stay there for a few days when they were running really low on food and things got really tough. Her house was so huge, her mother and father had never even noticed they were there.

Then shit had hit the fan and, he'd been forced into foster care while she'd gone on to a rich boarding highschool in London, and he hadn't seen her sense. He watched as her eyes roamed his apartment, and kicked the person sleeping on his couch, forcing him to leave so she could sit while he also got rid of the girl in his bed and the guy on his balcony.

When they were alone, he sat across from her on the coffee table, lit himself a cigarette and looked her over. "I've got to get ready for work soon, but what's up? What do you need help with, and why me?" He smirked. "I haven't seen you since I was a kid."

She smiled sadly and sighed. He watched as she placed a hand over her stomach and he realized she had a wedding ring on her finger. "I need somewhere to stay." She said, patting her suitcase. "I needed someone who wouldn't ask too many questions, and I needed someone my parents would never find." She shrugged and looked away. "The only person I could think of was you. You don't have to let me stay, but if you do, I'll find a job and I'll pay rent, and pitch in for groceries or whatever." She said, turning her eyes back on his. "But I figured you kind of owed me for all the nights I let you stay at my place." She smirked, though he caught a bit of pain in her eyes. Whatever she was running away from, it was horribly sad. She reached out and took his cigarette, taking a drag and looking away again, like she expected him to say no.

"You smoke Winni?" He asked, and he wasn't sure why he found it so surprising, but he'd never thought she'd be the type of girl to get hooked on cigarettes.

She looked at him again and smiled. "God, no one's called me Winni in years." She grinned. "I miss it. The name Winora is probably the shittiest name on the planet."

He nodded. "Yeah. It is." He said with a laugh. "And yeah. You can stay. For now at least." He looked her over. "I'm not going to batter you with questions, but, if I didn't have to get ready to head out right now, there are a few things that I want to ask that you're going to have to answer later." He glanced at the clock before back at her, she looked nervous at the thought of answering questions and he just smiled and shrugged. "For now, just make yourself comfortable." He said with a sigh as he stood and headed towards his bedroom and then into his bathroom, flipping on the shower so he could get ready and groaning as he looked at himself in the mirror while the water heated up. "Shit." He whispered bitterly to himself.

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After spending the next few hours teaching three to six your olds beginner’s ballet and getting lectured from her mother about how bad her performance with Benji had been, she was finally able to go home and start getting ready. Max had dropped her off which meant she had to ride home with her mother, in silence. She was still trying to figure out how to tell Max she was going out and that he couldn’t come. He’ d be pissed and they’d more than likely get in another fight.

“Tomorrow you and Ryan are getting drilled. So don’t make any plans.” Her mother said coldly as she unlocked the front door, once they were inside her mother went on her merry way.

Francesca honestly felt like she was still sixteen. It didn’t matter that she was getting married and she’d graduated high school, in her mother’s eyes she was still under her rule and Frankie hated the thought that just when she’d thought she’d be free, her mother had managed to trap her into getting married to a man she knew would keep Frankie just as trapped as she always had.

Frankie made her way up two flights of stairs, making it to the second floor. Her room was at the end of the hall and she hopped Max wouldn’t be there. Him and her step father were ridiculously close and so he had a key to the house. Thankfully her bedroom was Maximillian free, she should have known it was a Friday night, he’d be out at one of the clubs she normally went to. He’d be in the VIP area, snorting coke off of some girls bare stomach. She rolled her eyes at the thought.

She let herself fall back on her large, very pink plush bed. Throwing her arm over her eyes and letting out a loud miserable groan. Her phone went off in her hand and she sighed holding it above her, laughed to herself seeing it was from Benji. Telling her to stop stressing and get ready, like he was there with her. Benji’s texted remind her to text her sister.

Hey Ry-bear. Benji and I are hitting up tower tonight. We’re leaving in an hour and your welcome to bring that ass hole of a boyfriend if you must. ;p she said sending the text to her sister.

She loved her sister to death and was super protective of her, but she never got involved with her sisters life unless she asked. She was always there for her, but she knew not to pry. Her and Ria had similar guy problems and she hated that her sister had to put up with the same shit she was dealing with.

She sighed as she slipped off her clothes, she honestly loved the feeling of being naked. As weird as it sounded it was the closest she’d ever get to freedom. She turned on her radio, heading into her large bathroom and feeling up her bath tub. She put her long hair in a bun on top her head and once the bath was full she stepped in. She spent a while in their letting her tense mussels loosen, but eventually she had to get out.

She curled her hair, letting it fall in big loose volumeized waves around her face. She did her make-up, slipped into a short tight, red and black cocktail dress, finally she slipped into her black pumps. She looked herself over in the mirror smirking at her reflection. She looked incredible, she caught the shimmer of the huge rock on her finger and she glanced to her sink where Max’s engagement ring sat. He never wore, so if he didn’t ware it when he was out, why should she. She thought and slipped it off setting opening one of the drawers and dropping it in.

“Ten pounds lighter.” She smirked at her reflection. There was a knock at her door, causing her to pull her attention away from her reflection as she headed back into her bedroom. “Come in.” she said and Benji came in all dressed up. He raised a brow looking her over.

“You sure your pompous prince charming is going to let you out of the house like that?” he asked and she rolled her eyes.

“He’s not here, now come on, let’s go see if Rianne is home.” She sighed.



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Spencer had managed to make some really good deals and he was officially in business. He’d sold his roommate Tyler a shit load of weed. He sat on the couch smoking a few joints with him. He let out a puff of smoke as Tyler lite his fourth one.

“Shit Ty, you’re going to smoke yourself stupid if you don’t take it easy.” He smirked, taking another long inhale from the joint.

Their apartment was a piece of shit hole in the wall only about a mile from the tower district. The was two bedrooms, if you counted the fold out bed in the living room a bedroom. Spencer however slept in the bedroom, because he paid the big portion of the rent. They always had people coming in and out of their house. They had no cable, their microwave only worked when you stuck a knife between the door, and they had a lovely few of the shitty ally way were gun shots were fired at least once a month.

“What the fuck ever man. It’s not like I have anything to do, I don’t work till Monday.” He shrugged taking a hit off his joint. “Where you selling that shit tonight?” he asked.

But, Spencer was distracted by the two young girls that walked out of his room, passed the two of them and into the kitchen giggling and talking amongst them. Spence glanced to Tyler, then to his bedroom door, and to the kitchen where the girls had just disappeared as if it was all clicking and his eyes fell back on Tyler.

“Not on my fucking bed dude…both of them?” Tyler just laughed and shrugged. “Fuck you dude, they better be gone by the time I get home, I’m bringing Sabrina back and I need the bedroom, that bitch is crazy.” He smirked standing up taking one last hit before slipping out of the apartment and heading down stairs.

Spencer was debating stopping by his house and checking on his brother and his dad, he hadn’t been back there in about two months, ever since he’d moved in with Tyler, he hadn’t need to go back. There was a small part of him that cared, but every other part of him didn’t give a shit because he’s spend so much damn time learning how to cut people out, he didn’t know how to let them in anymore.

He eventually decided against it, because one of two things would happen. His father would blame him for living when his sibling and mother hadn’t and it was bad enough, Spencer hated the fact that he was still alive instead of them, he thought about it more then he’d like to admit. Or, his older brother would be there and try and lecture him and he just didn’t want to hear it.

He pulled his cell phone out having a few texts and sending a few quick replies as he’d head towards the tower district. The clubs wouldn’t be full, but they’d be open and as long as he could swindle his way into a drink which was fairly easy considering he’d befriended the bartender their over the past year. He gave Mark drugs in return, Mark didn’t ask for his ID and he was grateful for that.



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The next few hours were mostly spent trying to keep Jace from convincing her into bed with him. She droved the two of them back to her house where she made the two of them something to eat, and had to push him off her when he tried to pin her against the counter and feel her up. Then, she'd suggested a movie in her room and he'd clearly only agreed because they'd be in her bedroom, so she'd had to push him of quite a few times during the movie as well, doing her best to keep it from looking like she was pissed at him, even though she was.

She just couldn't let him know she knew yet. Because if he thought she was suspicious, he'd break it off with Cleo, and she'd have no chance at catching him in the act at all. She couldn't bribe one of the football players to beat him up without sleeping with one of them, which would make her no better than Jace, so she'd have to wait until she could catch him and Cleo, which meant forcing Karin to help her, which wouldn't be too hard.

At any rate, despite having to pretend things were normal, she was still pissed, which meant she didn't want to sleep with him. Not after learning he'd been sleeping with Cleo the past few weeks.

The movie ended, and Jason took that as his cue to try and make another move, so he rolled ontop of her and smirked down at her as he pinned her wrists down with one hand, sliding the other, up under her skirt while he kissed her neck. "Jason, not now." She whispered with a sigh as he kissed her, but he didn't stop, his hand only moved higher.

Ryan had a bad feeling she'd have to sleep with him when her phone on her nightstand rang and the noise clearly surprised Jason, because he loosened his grip on her enough for her to slip out with a smirk, sitting up. He sat up too, wrapping an arm around her as she reached for her phone and grabbing the strap of her tank-top, pushing it down as his lips kissed along her shoulder, following the scar he'd made not too long ago, and she couldn't help it. She shivered, causing him to smirk. "Come on baby, you've been pushing me away all afternoon, is something up?" He asked between kisses, but she ignored the question as she opened the text from Frankie on her phone.

Thank God. Ryan smirked, reading it, because it gave her a reason to push Jason off just a little longer without looking suspicious. She put phone down and spun into Jace's lap, straddling him, placing a kiss on his lips with a smirk. His hands started to push up her shirt, but she just shook her head and pushed his hands away. "Not now." She whispered as she kissed him again. "I'm going to get ready, then we're going out with Frankie and Benji." She said.

He wrapped an arm tightly around her waist, pulling her body closer to his. "Can't we fuck real quick first?" He whispered, and she shook her head.

"No, we've only got an hour, and I have to spend some of that time getting ready." She said and he sighed and released her, so she stepped off his lap and leaned down to kiss him one more time before turning and heading to her closet.

Ryan made sure to take all the time she could getting ready, using up every single second of her hour, not wanting Jason to try and convince her into a quickie.

When she was fully dressed, in a tight black and silver sequined cocktail dress and a pair of silver glitter pumps, Ryan went into her bathroom and started to apply her makeup and deal with her hair. After straightening her last piece of hair, Ry inspected herself, approved, and then went back out into her room. "Okay, I'm ready." She said simply and Jason stood with a smile and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close.

"I'm so lucky." He whispered as he reached into his pocket. "I was feeling sentimental," he smirked. "So I bought you something." What he pulled out was a small box. He walked around behind her and moved her hair, opening the box and taking out a necklace. From behind, he put it on for her, clasping it. The pendant was a small crystal silhouette of a ballerina that caught the light beautifully and rested just between her collarbones. She smiled and brought her hand to it, twirling it between her fingers as he came back around in front of her again and, for a second, the necklace and the way he was looking at her almost made her forget about the fact that he'd been cheating on her for the past three weeks. Almost.

He leaned down and kiss her cheek and she smiled and turned her head so she could kiss his lips. "I love it." She whispered against them before lacing their fingers and pulling him from her room to go find Frankie and Benji so they could go.




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Marcus was not, in the least bit, thrilled to be having Winni at his place. He liked her. A lot. He always had, and he'd always feel like he owed her way more than he could ever repay. He'd go to his grave feeling like he should have done more for her because she'd done so much for him and his sister as a kid. She was a great person. His only friend. The only person he had left from his childhood.

Which was exactly why he didn't want her there. He didn't like having debts on his head he had to repay. He didn't like doing people favors, no matter how good of a person they were, and he absolutely hated anything that he might care about. And he might care about Winni. Maybe not as more than a friend, at least at the moment, but still, having friends was not something he did. He didn't want to have to hurt her eventually if he left, and he didn't want to have to feel obligated to stay for her, or obligated to do things for her just because he felt like he owed her.

And he definitely wasn't excited to have to start being nice to someone for once. He was way out of practice.

But he couldn't say no to her. She'd given him and his sister a place to stay when they'd needed it, it was only fair that he return the favor.

The next hour, he spent getting ready, and then, after that, he still had about two or three hours left until he had to go, so he sat and talked to Winni, catching up. He'd told her he wouldn't ask a lot of questions, but in the end he had, and, in the end, she'd told him everything, even though she was clearly reluctant.

After they'd gone their separate ways, she'd gone off to boarding school, and her life was pretty much picture perfect because she was a Chester, and she was filthy rich. She got engaged to a man she loved and a man her parents loved because, he too, was filthy rich.

Then, apparently, she'd made a mistake by getting drunk and sleeping with his best friend. Which had gotten her pregnant. When she told him, her fiance left in a drunken rage and crashed his car, killing him on impact, and then, not even a few weeks later, she'd lost the baby.

Her parents had been so disappointed in her, they'd disowned her and thrown her out. Though they'd instantly regretted it and started looking for her, she didn't want to go back. So she'd gone to him, figuring that, if anyone would give her a place to get her head back together for a while, it'd be him.

In the end, after her telling him all that, there was no way in hell he could turn her away. So he'd told her she could stay as long as she needed and she'd thanked him. They talked a while, and got to know each other again, and it actually wasn't half-bad, spending time with her. It just upset him that he might end up getting close to her again. Because he'd only hurt her.

When he glanced at the clock and realized it was time for him to get to work, he stood, before looking down at her. "Come on." He said with a smirk and she looked up at him, confused. "I've got to work, but you can come hang out at the club, find yourself a man, and have a few drinks. You could use it." She laughed and shook her head, but he took her hand and pulled her to her feet. "I insist." He said with a smirk until she finally, reluctantly, agreed and they set out, headed for the club.

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Benji followed after her as they headed to find Ryan. Which was fairly easy considering she was coming out of her room the same time they were coming out of the room. She smiled at her sister, turning up her bitchiness because it was no longer just her and Benji, so she had to put on her show like always. She grabbed her sister gently pulling her close and placing a kiss on each side of her cheek, it was something her and Ryan did to piss of their mom and first it was to mock her, now though it was simply habit.

“You look good sis.” She said taking a step back looking over her little sister. “If mom asks, were going to dinner.” She smirked, Franny turned her gaze to Jason “Jason, hands above the waist and below the breasts or Ill chop you dick off.” She smirked blowing Jason a bitchy kiss before linking arms with Ben and heading down the stairs.

They’d managed to slip out of the house without their mom noticing. Which was a relief, Frankie could handle her mother over the phone, in person was a bit harder cause her mom didn’t believe her even when she was telling the truth.

“Your guys’ charity awaits.” Benji gestured to his prized position, his shiny Maserati. He opened the door for Ryan and Francesca. After Jace got in the back, Benji claimed in starting the ignition and the sports car roared to life. He cranked the music up as they peeled out onto the road.

Frankie laughed, Benji thought he was a bad ass and it was even funnier, to picture him all elegant and coordinated as a dancer, yet one of the manliest guys she knew. Riding with Benji was always full of laughs and inappropriate jokes as well as inside jokes between Him, Frankie, and Ryan that Jace probably didn’t get. So all though it took about an hour to get to the club time had gone by fast.

Once they got there, there was already a line out the door and the club was full. There were a few other clubs in the area, but Blackout was the most popular and the one where they were less likely to get shot or kidnapped. Benji parked the car and they all headed up to the front together. It only took Ryan and Frankie a few minutes to explain who they were, before they were let right in.



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When Spencer had gotten to the tower district he still had an hour before they’d actually let him into the club, he really didn’t want to have to wait in any damn line to get in. So instead he made a few phone calls, Spencer knew people and if he didn’t know people he knew people who knew people. He managed to get himself on the VIP list, which would be a perfect set up for selling, he’d get into the VIP lounge and sell to all the rich bastards in there.

To pass the time, he’d decided to hit up the strip club a few buildings down. He’d sat in the back, paying for a private lap dance, though if he was being honest, he hadn’t been interested, hhe really hadn’t even been paying attention. Because, the thought of Sabrina possibly showing up at the club and him having to entertain her irritated him. He couldn’t understand for the life of him, why she was still trying to get back with him. He’d purposely cheated on her, yet she still wanted him back. It was beyond annoying, then again she was always there when he was desperate.

He’d lost track of time and finally he headed over to the club, getting let in right away and not having to fight the line of people. Once inside he headed straight up the stairs to the VIP lounge and grabbed an empty table in the back. He stayed there a while, getting lucky and selling off a good amount of his stock, before he headed over to the bar.

“Hey, you wanna hook me up?” he called out to the bartender. He glanced out on the floor, debating whether or not he should try and disappear into the crowded of bodies to avoid his ex.




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It took no time to find Frankie and Benji, considering the fact that they were right there in the hall as they left her room and Ryan laughed when Frankie basically told Jace to keep his hands from wandering before they headed out to Benji's sports car.

Ria always loved spending time with Benji and Frankie. She wished more than anything that the two of them could be together, but she knew they were just friends and it kind of irritated her that Benji, who she liked, was not an ass, and was good to her sister, was friend-zoned while her mother forced the engagement to Max on her.

Ry hated Max. If there was one thing she could spot from a mile away, it was an asshole. Well Max might as well have hat it tattooed on his fucking forehead and she hated that her father got along with him so well and couldn't see it.

The ride with Benji was fun and Jason managed to keep his hands to himself, so she was able to actually get her mind off the fact that he was cheating on her for an hour. Everytime she thought about it, it not only pissed her off, it was a stab in the heart. Because she'd never once cheated on Jace, and yet he cheated on her all the time. It killed her that he meant so much to her while, to him, most of the time, he acted like she was nothing more than arm candy.

At the club, there was a line, but it took nothing but their last name, a bit of explaining, and a little bit of eyelash batting before they were in. Jace held her hand in his as they went inside and she smirked as she glanced around the place. Jace wrapped an arm possessively around her waist and she allowed him to pull her into the crowd of dancers, away from Frankie and Benji.

They danced for a while, until Ryan told Jason she was going to get something to drink, happy for an excuse to get away from him, and he nodded, but was too distracted by the girl that was now grinding on him to really pay attention to her as she walked away from him, headed for the bar. She shouldn't have brought Jace. She should have made him go home and come out on her own. She'd have had a better time just being with Frankie and Benji.

But she didn't want him to run off to Cleo if she told him to leave. It was incredibly frustrating. So, instead, she was sitting there, at the bar, turned to face the dancers as she sipped her drink and watched Jace dance irritatingly closely with some girl, his hands all over her.

She twirled the pendant on the necklace he'd given her as she drank and watched, waiting for him to push the girl away and come over to her, wanting him to actually notice her absence. Please stop. She thought mentally to him and watched as the girl stood on her toes and whispered something in his ear before taking off through the crowd. Jace hesitated, looking like he wanted to follow her before glancing up, seeing her at the bar and coming over quickly.

He pressed his lips hard against hers, placing a hand on the bar on either side of her and leaning down into her. She could tell just by kissing him that the girl on the floor had slipped him something. "Come on babe..." He whispered in her ear before kissing along her jaw.

Ry closed her eyes and let him, but only for a second before shoving him off hard. "No. You're fucked up." She spat and he shrugged and came at her again, placing a hand on her thigh this time as he tried to kiss her. She smacked him and pushed him back again. "Why don't you go find that bitch you were just dancing with?" She hissed bitterly and raised her drink to her lips, downing it and he glared down at her.

His jaw was clenched as he glanced around the club, clearly trying to control himself so he didn't hit her in public. Instead he reached out and grabbed her arm so tightly, she knew it'd bruise, making her wince slightly, but then wipe all expression from her face as she held his eyes steadily so no one around them would see that he was treating her like shit. "Maybe I will." He whispered in her ear before releasing her arm suddenly and turning, disappearing into the crowd.

Fuck. Ryan sighed and had her drink refilled as she stared at the spot where he'd disappeared, suddenly wishing she hadn't baited him into taking off, knowing exactly what would happen. He was going to go fuck that girl and then come back to her and, by then, she'd probably have drunk too much to say no. Fucking fantastic.




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Once they were at the club, Marcus got Winni a drink before she split off from him and he got to work. Bartending was easy for him. He may be an ass, but he could be pleasant when he had to be, like at work, and it was a good way to meet girls to bring home who were there at the club looking for exactly that, a one night stand.

The club was getting full, and it looked like it was going to be a busy night, which meant a lot of work, but that didn't matter to him. The better business, the more he made, so whatever.

“Hey, you wanna hook me up?” Mark glanced up at the guy who'd called him to see it was Spencer. He was too young to drink, but he came in a lot and Mark always served him anyway because he was always good for drugs.

"You got I.D?" Mark smirked as he slid a glass over to him and filled it. "I'm also going to need more shit." He said with a laugh. "Pretty much went through everything I've got last night."

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Francesca watched as Jason pulled her sister into the crowed and she thought about going after her for a minuet because she knew how immature and hormonal Jason could be, he was eighteen and dating a Del Rey, sex was on his mind that much was obvious. But, she had a strict rule of not stepping in unless her sister asked or she felt it was necessary, there mom butted into their lives enough.

Benji pulled her back to the surfaces as, he wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her cheek, much like and older brother and she giggled. It was weird, her and Benji had never dated and every once in a while she wonder what life would be like with him. He didn’t exactly give her the whole feeling of being in love and she was pretty sure he saw her as nothing more than a sister, but even if they weren’t in love, she knew she could probably actually be pretty happy with him. He treated her like a princess, he knew her inside and out and he loved her for who she was. Yet she was stuck marrying some ass hole.

Benji pulled her out into the crowed and she stepped in front of him, wrapping her arms around his neck as they started to dance, swaying along to the beat and she could forget about how fucked up her life actually was. Other girls were trying to dance with Benji, but his full attention was on her and she loved that he even though they were just friends, he didn’t run off and leave her for some other girl. Finally after a while of dancing, she slipped away from Benji and let him work his charm on some girls who’d been eyeing him.

She headed to the bar, running her hands through her long blonde hair. On the other end of the bar she could see her sister with Jason and she couldn’t hear them, but she hated the way the situation looked, Jason reminded her of Max so much she had to pull her eyes away and focus on the bartender or else she’d get up and beat the shit out of Jason and her sister would hate her for it.

She watched the bar tender for a moment, though she wasn’t really watching him. She was kind of just staring off, trying to clear her thoughts. She hated that even when Benji had gone out of his to get her mind off everything, she still thought about Max and being caged and the look on her mother’s face earlier that after noon, that made her want to leave the club, go to the studio and push herself until she literally couldn’t move.

“Excuse me.” She said trying to talk over the music, hoping he’d hear her she really didn’t want to yell, she was having second, thoughts and the longer she sat there alone that more and more she thought about going to the studio, because at least when she was dance, she didn’t have to think.



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"You got I.D?" Mark smirked and Spence just rolled his eyes. "I'm also going to need more shit." Spencer laughed, Mark was always running out, he made a mental note to invite him to one of his parties, Mark always seemed pretty cool. "Pretty much went through everything I've got last night." he continued.

Spencer nodded “Don’t worry, I got your shit.” He said pulling a zip lock bag, from the inside of his leather jacket. The zip lock bag was full of a bunch of shit. He always gave Mark the best of his drugs simply because he never made him pay for his drinks, nor did he ID him. He slid it across the bar. “That crank is straight from Brazil, dude, best shit on the market.” He smirked. Taking the drink as Mark slid it to him.

He turned around leaning his back against the bar, watching everyone grind on each other, like a bunch of hormonal teenagers. A girl caught his eyes as she pushed her way through the crowed and sat a few seats away from him. She looked upset, he was fairly good at reading girls, guys not so much, but when you fucked around with as many girls as he had, they were easy to read. He smirked raising a brow as he took a sip of his drink.

He was just about to get up and walk or to her, sit next to her and talk her into bed. Only, another guy beat him to it and by the looks of the way he was all over her, it was her boyfriend. Of course it was, a girl like her wasn’t single, she was way too hot to be single. But, that didn’t stop him from studying the couple. It was easy to tell they were fighting, she’d said something to him and then he left and then Spencer had his chance again, by the looks of it he wouldn’t be coming back at least not for a while.

She’d be a challenge simply because she had a boyfriend, but that made it all the more exciting. He stood up heading over to her and sitting next to her.
“Doesn’t look like your boyfriends coming back.” he stated bluntly. Spencer was rarely ever subtle and that was probably what made the girls fall all over him, not to mention bad and trouble just permeated off of him. “I can keep you company.” He offered with a charming smile.



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Ryan sat alone for a minute, drinking by herself, not sure what else to do. She contemplated going after him, but he was fucked up on something so she was afraid that, if they fought, he'd hurt her. In public. She also considered going to find Frankie and Benji, but she decided against it. They were probably having a good time and she'd just ruin it because she was in a shit mood.

So she stayed where she was and drank, even though she wasn't a heavy drinker. She actually hadn't been drunk that often and she'd been high even less. She just didn't have very many opportunities, living with her mother.

Ri was about to stand and leave, catching a taxi home, when someone sat down next to her. "Doesn’t look like your boyfriend's coming back.” He said, causing her shoulders to stiffen at the thought of Jason in bed with some other girl. "I can keep you company.” Ryan turned to look at him.

He was hot, but, as she looked him over, he practically radiated danger, despite his charming smile. Which she knew she had to avoid. A guy like him could get her into a lot of trouble. Her mother would have a heart attack is she knew she was sitting there with him. Which of course, both freaked her out and made her smirk because, though she had an image of perfection to keep up for everyone around her, she liked anything that pissed her mother off. Which was basically anything imperfect.

She glanced behind her at the dancers for a second, half-hoping to see Jason pushing his way back to her to say he was sorry. And, honestly, if he had been, she would have forgiven him. Because she was always cutting him breaks, thinking he'd change. But he wasn't there. He was probably off in some dark corner with that girl. If not her, then another.

She glanced back at the guy who'd just sat next to her, finishing off her drink with a sigh. "You're right, I doubt he is." She said with a shrug, like she didn't care. "But I don't want the kind of company you're after." She said with a smirk, raising her eyebrows. "Because he's an asshole, but he's still my boyfriend."




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Mark smirked and watched as Spencer nodded. “Don’t worry, I got your shit.” He said and he watched as he pulled a baggie from his jacket and slid it to him. Mark smirked and glanced around briefly, before lifting it and looking it over, then slipping it away, watching Spencer drink. “That crank is straight from Brazil, dude, best shit on the market.” He smirked and Mark nodded. Everytime he got his shit from Spencer it was always top grade.

He followed his eyes for a minute out to the crowd, catching sight of Winni dancing with some guy and smirking. She needed a good night out, especially after all the shit she'd just told him, so he was glad she was enjoying herself.

"Excuse me.” A voice came from a little further down the bar. It was quiet, but he managed to catch it over the noise in the place and turned to see that there was a girl sitting there at the bar, blonde, stunning. Entirely too hot. The kind of girl he went after almost every night. He smirked, looking her over as he walked over to her and leaned on the bar.

"What can I get for you, beautiful?" He asked, smirking at her. She looked somewhat upset, but he couldn't tell what about.

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A second or two passed and Frankie was sure he hadn’t heard her. That was what made up her mind, she’d catch a taxi and pull and all-nighter at the studio and she’d push herself until she couldn’t anymore. Because there was no way in hell she wanted to go home to a coked up, drunken Max so they could hurt each other and he could add to her bruises.

"What can I get for you, beautiful?" Francesca looked up to see the bartender standing in front of her leaning on the bar and she smirked. He was gorgeous. Stop it, Frankie, what the hell are you thinking she cursed herself.

She was engaged and while she knew Max probably wasn’t faithful, she wouldn’t stoop to his level. Plus, she wouldn’t want Max going after the guy if she ever did cheat, because Max was a big enough ass hole, with enough power he could probably kill someone and get away with it.

“Something strong enough to make me forget.” She said simply, running her finger through her long blonde hair as she held his eyes.

He was exactly the type of guy her mother had warned her about her entire life, but if she was being honest, Max was that type of guy too, her mother was just blinded by the fact that his family was just as wealthy if not wealthy then there family, not to mention the Vanderbilt families prominent reputation.

“On second thought, give me the strongest drink you have an make it stronger.” She sighed.



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Spencer studied her carefully, watching as she finished off her drink and he lend against the bar casually as if he had found an old friend and they were just about to catch up. He pulled out a cigarette and placed it between his lips cooly, lighting it and taking a long drag off of it, blowing the smoke into the already hazy air in front of him.

"You're right, I doubt he is." He kept his eyes on the dance floor, listening to her, he knew there was a but, there was always a but with girls. "But I don't want the kind of company you're after." her words made him turn a lock eyes with her. He matched her smirk with his own "Because he's an asshole, but he's still my boyfriend." He raised a brow, glancing in the direction her boyfriend had just take off in, before glancing back to her.

He took another drag off his cigarette. Blowing the smoke out the corner of his lips, like he’d been smoking his entire life. He let the cigarette dangle between his fingers as he rested with his elbows up on the bar lend back. He nodded letting silence fall between them as if trying to decode her words.

“So let me get this straight, sweetheart.” He started turning his gaze to her and locking his light eyes with her dark one. “He can fuck around on you…get away with it…and you still go back to him?” he asked as if he knew her entire history with Jason. “Hu.” He said like he was going over the details in his mind.

He knew guys like her boyfriend, he was one of those guys, only he was worse. Because unlike Jason, he didn’t come crawling back to the girl, ever. Once he got what he wanted he cut all ties, but he knew how to hook girls like her and that’s exactly what he was doing.

“Well then, I guess I’ll leave you alone.” He shrugged as if he would see her later. “But, if you change your mind and you want to make the boyfriend of yours jealous.” He said leaning in close. “I’ll be at the end of the bar.” He smirked and without another word he stood up and went back to his seat.




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Ryan watched as he lit himself a cigarette and smoked it with the Sam casual ease of someone who'd been doing it their entire life. Watching him smoke made her want a cigarette. She didn't smoke all the time because she couldn't risk her mother smelling it on her, but she tended to light up at parties or when she was feeling emotional and stressed like she was at the moment.

It was silent for a moment as he smoked, looking like he was thinking her words over and she sighed because she knew what he was going to say before he said it. He was going to point out the fact that Jason was allowed to treat her like shit, but she was still faithful to him. “So let me get this straight, sweetheart.” He started and they held eyes for a moment, her teeth grinding a bit at the nickname. “He can fuck around on you…get away with it…and you still go back to him?” He asked and, even though she'd been prepared for it, Ryan had to look away, instead turning her eyes on the empty glass between her hands.

“Hu.” He said and his words felt almost like a judgement. Like she should step up and defend herself or Jason, but she didn't say anything because there was nothing to say. As irritating as it was, he was right.

“Well then, I guess I’ll leave you alone.” He shrugged and she looked back at him, raising her eyebrows, having a hard time believing a guy like him would give up so quickly. “But, if you change your mind and you want to make the boyfriend of yours jealous.” He said, and there it was, the statement meant to hook her. He leaned in close and she tried to ignore the sudden rush of heat she felt, being so close to him, mentally blaming it quickly on her drinking. She wasn't attracted to a guy like him. She couldn't be attracted to a guy like him. “I’ll be at the end of the bar.” He smirked and left her there, returning to his seat.

Ryan watched him go for a second, raising her eyebrows. Shit. He was entirely too good. He knew what he was doing. Because the thought of making Jason jealous was entirely too enticing and she knew he was counting on that. He knew she hated that she always took Jace's shit and he was betting on his offer to turn the tables for once to draw her in. And she had to admit. It was working. And it was irritating that he'd left it up to her to seek him out, meaning that, no matter how coy she played it, if she went up to him, he'd know she was more interested than she was letting on.

Ryan knew she should turn and leave the club right there. She should probably find Jason, or, at the very least, text Frankie that she was going home and catch a taxi back. She shouldn't even be drinking at the shady club in the first place. She should be practicing her dance. Not sitting there contemplating the too-smooth, dangerous guy who'd just hit on her. Her mother would murder her.

That thought sealed it. Ryan rolled her eyes, irritated with herself for giving into his bait before standing and walking over to him, sitting down in the chair next to him. "That was smooth." She said with a smirk as she looked him over. "Think you could give me a cigarette... Sorry, I didn't catch your name?" She was crazy, she decided. She needed to get up and leave right there, but she couldn't. The thought of Jason jealous, actually giving a shit for once, had her glued to her seat.




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Mark smirked, catching the way she looked him over the same way he'd just looked her over. “Something strong enough to make me forget.” She said simply, as she ran her fingers through her hair and he raised her eyebrows. She looked like she had a hundred and one things on her mind and he wondered what they were.

“On second thought, give me the strongest drink you have and make it stronger.” She sighed, changing her mind and he smirked as he quickly flipped a glass onto the bar in front of her and spoke while he worked on filling it.

"Is it too much for me to ask what it is you're trying to forget?" He asked, raising his eyebrows and looking her over before sliding her the glass and leaning forward on his elbows with a smirk. "My lips are sealed, you can trust me." He grinned, holding her eyes as he glanced down the bar to make sure no one needed him before turning his gaze back on hers.

She was incredibly stunning. Not the kind of girl that usually came into the club. Sure, there were beautiful girls there all the time, but she looked high class. Like she belonged somewhere else entirely. Not in the hazy-aired club with about a million dancers grinding all over each other, people all over each other in dark corners, and drug dealers weaving in and out of the crowd.

"What's a girl like you doing in a club like this anyway?" He asked with a smirk, standing straight again and watching her. "Shouldn't you be poolside, sipping martinis?" He teased, raising his eyebrows at her with a mischievous smirk. "Leading a double life?"

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She watched him feel the glass and she hated how attracted to him she was. They were from two different worlds entirely. He felt terrible thinking that way, but it was the truth. He was a bartender at a sleazy night club and she was a rich, bitch. He had too much freedom and she had none, they were complete opposites.

"Is it too much for me to ask what it is you're trying to forget?" he asked as he slid the drink to her and she flicked her eyes up from her phone back to his eyes. "My lips are sealed, you can trust me." Of course they were, he was a bar tender, they were practically psychologists, listening to everyone’s problems.

She smirked, raising a brow at his interest in who or what she was trying to forget and she debated telling him the truth or being her bitchy self, like she always was. She could probably cut him down, make him feel like shit in her and act like she was so much better then him. But, there was just something dangerously, intoxicating about him. He was the kind of guy that would drop everything and travel with her, she smirked at the thought.

"What's a girl like you doing in a club like this anyway? Shouldn't you be poolside, sipping martinis?" There it was. She thought to herself, everyone always judged her before she opened her mouth. "Leading a double life?" She rolled her eyes.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve.” she said half bitchy, half uncaring as she downed the drink he’d given her like a pro, finishing it quickly and gesturing for him to fill it back up. “Shouldn’t you be seducing some girl and taking her back to your place?” she shot back with a playful smirk “And, for the record. Martinis aren’t really my thing, I’m more of a Jack Daniels kind of girl.” She smirked. “And, if you must know, I’m trying to forget my perfect life.” She shrugged

He was entirely too easy to talk to and she hated that, it was his job though and once she got a few more drinks in her she’d probably tell him her whole life story. She hated the fact that he’d judged her, but she hated it even more that his judgment had been right.

“And so what if I’m living a double life.” She shrugged “Aren’t we all.” she held his eyes.



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He’d finished his cigarette and lit another one as he waited for her to come over to him. He knew she’d give in, it was too good of an offer for her not to give into. Especially when he could clearly see how worn out she was by Jason. There was a small part of him that felt shitty for what he’d done. Because the reality of it was, she’d get hooked on him, most girls did. Because he knew exactly what they wanted, he knew how to make them feel incredible, he knew how to pull them in. But, she was already in a shitty enough situation and he hoped by some chance she wouldn’t give into him, because if she did, he’d just make her life a million times more complicated than it already was.

"That was smooth." she said and his guilt was quickly pushed aside. "Think you could give me a cigarette... Sorry, I didn't catch your name?" she said sitting down next to him and he didn’t even bother to look at her, he just smirked.

He inhaled deeply, from the cigarette he’d just lit before passing it to her. He finally glanced to her, a taunting smirk on his lips. She was beautiful, the kind of beautiful that made him actually want to be a good person. It scared him, because he didn’t know her at all, but the fact that she was with her boyfriend still and there was no telling how long he’d been fucking around on her, that alone made him wonder if she could actually change him if she tried. He decided she could, but he wouldn’t stick around long enough for that to happen.

“You’re not from around her are you, are you?” he said though before she had the chance to answer he continued. “of course you’re not, your much to pretty. Not to mention that necklace around your neck probably cost about as much as my house.” He smirked. “Let me guess, upper east side princess?” She was rich that much was obvious not only by the way she was dressed, but it was the way she carried herself. “Spinner.” He finally said introducing himself. “And you are?” he said lighting another cigarette for himself, seeing as he’d given his last one to her.



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Rianne took his cigarette gratefully when he handed it to her, inhaling deeply, allowing it to relax her irritation and nerves some as she puffed perfect smoke rings into the air in front of her, not looking at him. Because she hated the taunting look on his face as he looked her over, sizing her up, inspecting her, and she hated that he would come to the same conclusion everyone else did. That she was a rich, stuck-up bitch.

“You’re not from around here are you?” He asked and she smirked with a shrug, pretending to be more interested in her smoke rings than the conversation. “Of course you’re not, your much too pretty. Not to mention that necklace around your neck probably cost about as much as my house.”

Ryan's hand went to the pendant around her neck Jace had given her, remembering the look in his eyes when he'd done so, almost feeling bad for siting there with him because Jason wasn't all bad. There were times where he was really great. Almost, but not quite. Because, for every good time, there were four or five bad ones. So she dropped her hand again and shrugged a second time.

“Let me guess, upper east side princess?” He asked and the judgement irritated her though she didn't show it because it wasn't his fault that's what he saw. That's what she let people see, so it was obvious that that's all anyone would notice about her. Her beauty and her money. “Spinner.” He finally answered her question and she raised a brow, willing to bet that wasn't his real name, but not saying anything. “And you are?” He asked in return as he lit himself a new cigarette.

She looked him over a second as she let a cloud of smoke out to the side before answering. "Ryan." She said simply. "But you're only half right." She smirked. "I'm rich, but I'm not exactly a princess." Rianne raised her eyebrows and looked him over slowly. "But while we're judging..." She smirked, meeting his eyes and taking a drag off her cigarette. "Let me guess, low-life asshole who sleeps with a different girl every night?" She said bluntly.




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Mark could tell he'd irritated her and it made him smirk. “You’ve got a lot of nerve.” She said and he shrugged, watching, intrigued as she downed her drink quickly and gestured for him to refill it, which he instantly did. “Shouldn’t you be seducing some girl and taking her back to your place?” She shot back and he laughed, about to point out that that was what he was doing when she went on.

“And, for the record. Martinis aren’t really my thing, I’m more of a Jack Daniels kind of girl. And, if you must know, I’m trying to forget my perfect life.” She shrugged

He nodded, listening to her as he filled her drink for her and slid it back to her, liking to hear her talk because she was actually interesting, unlike a lot of the girls that came through there. “And so what if I’m living a double life?” She shrugged “Aren’t we all?” She held his eyes.

Mark smirked wickedly. "Yeah, you're probably right." He laughed. "Like how I come here every night pretending to be the friendly bartender when I'm really just an asshole who couldn't give a shit about half the crap people tell me. Not you though babe, you're interesting." He winked and laughed as he stepped away from her for a second to fill someone else's drink before coming back to her.

"I'm Mark. How 'bout you? Got a name princess?" He asked, raising a brow at her. "Or can you not tell me because of your double life?"

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"Yeah, you're probably right." he laughed and she watched him, he was refreshing.

He was different from the normal people she talked to. Even as much as she loved Benji, he was still a part of her world. Rich, wealthy, ungrateful, snobs like the person she pretended to be. But, it wasn’t who she really was and a part of her felt like he could almost see past who she pretended to be.

"Like how I come here every night pretending to be the friendly bartender when I'm really just an asshole who couldn't give a shit about half the crap people tell me. Not you though babe, you're interesting." She raised a brow, finding it hard to believe that he gave a shit about who she was, because she knew it was his job to flirt and complement her.

She watched as he moved away feeling someone else’s drink and she honestly didn’t expect him to return. She took a drink from the cup he’d just refilled, wondering where the hell Benji was, because normally he would have come to check on her by now.

"I'm Mark. How 'bout you? Got a name princess?" his voice pulled her from her thoughts and she glanced back up to see he was in front of her again and she smirked, rolling her eyes at his nickname. "Or can you not tell me because of your double life?" he finished.

She smirked leaning in a bit closer to him. “If I told you…I’d have to kill you.” She teased sitting back a bit, locking her eyes with his. She took another drink, before setting the glass in front of her. “It’s Frankie.” She said after a few minutes of silence. She felt a little light headed and she knew that was the alcohol starting to hit her system and she smirked up at him. “So Marky?” she said playfully “Think you can show me a good time when you get off work?”

That was definitely the alcohol talking and probably a mix of all the stress of planning her wedding and having to constantly be perfect. Every bit of her was telling her to go find Benji and shut the fuck up. She wasn’t reckless and she only dreamed of being spontaneous. She was a good girl, she did everything her mother asked of her no matter the request and she never did anything out of character, because it wasn’t proper. But, it clearly wasn’t her, not that Mark would know that.



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He watched her clearly sizing him up, like she’d done to him and he knew then, she’d be a challenge to break. Normally girls didn’t size him up, thy simply just gave in and they were putty in his hands. Her on the other hand she was different and he liked that.

"Ryan." she answered and he listened, because he knew there was more. "But you're only half right." he raised his brow, taking a drag from his cigarette. "I'm rich, but I'm not exactly a princess." he laughed, turning his gaze to the crowd of grinding people. "But while we're judging..." she trailed of and he glanced to her, wanting to know what her assumption of him was. "Let me guess, low-life asshole who sleeps with a different girl every night?" He smirked arrogantly.

“Very good, it’s the leather jacket, right?” he teased sarcastically. “Although I wouldn’t say every night” He corrected her like the egotistical ass hole he was. “Sometimes I’m just way to shit faced to care about sex.” He shrugged like they were talking about what he’d had for dinner.

He let silence fall between them for a moment, before he glanced to a guy walking towards them from across the club, Jason to be exact. He smirked wickedly as he stood up suddenly. Picking fights and pissing people off was what he was best at and in all honesty, he could more than likely beat the shit him if he really wanted to.

He grabbed Ryan’s wrist roughly, but not enough to hurt her. He pulled her to his chest looking down at her with a smirk as he wrapped an arm around her waist. He knew she’d be confused and so he’d don’t the motion so quickly she didn’t have time to push him away before he could explain. He back her up in to the bar so that his back was facing Jason. He lend in close, smirk on his lips, his lips grazed her cheek next to her ear.

“Showtime.” He whispered. “He’s on his way over. Make it believable babe and he’ll fight for you.” he didn’t know why he felt like helping her, because the truth was he wanted to be selfish and seduce her like he knew he could, but then there was a part of him that felt like helping her out, would make up for how shitty he was to everyone, not that he’d ever admit that in a million years.

He pushed up a little tighter against the bar, knowing any minuet he’d have an angry boyfriend on his hands, but there wasn’t one ounce of fear or worry in his eyes.

“By the way Ryan.” He said with a smirk “I can see right through you.”



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"Very good, it’s the leather jacket, right?” He responded teasingly and she laughed. “Although I wouldn’t say every night.” He corrected her and she raised an eyebrow. “Sometimes I’m just way to shit faced to care about sex.” He shrugged casually and she smirked as it fell silent again for a moment.

She was about to speak when he reached out quickly, grabbing her wrist roughly and pulling her to her feet. He wrapped an arm around her waist and held her against her chest, and she looked up at him, eyebrows knit in confusion. Her heart was racing, despite herself as he backed her into the bar and leaned in close, smirking, and for a second she thought he was going to kiss her but, instead, his lips grazed her cheek and her whole body tensed to fight back a shiver when he spoke, breath tickling her skin.

“Showtime.” He whispered. “He’s on his way over. Make it believable babe and he’ll fight for you.” Ryan glanced over his shoulder to see he was right, Jason was on his way back to the bar, and suddenly, she understood what he was doing, making her smirk as she glanced up at him. He wanted to help her. Why, she wasn't sure, but it was a little surprising. It seemed a little out of character for a guy like him to want to help her with her boyfriend issues. He should be trying to use her weakness of her and Jason's messed up relationship to get her into bed, but instead, he was going to help her piss Jason off, even if that meant Jason would probably get pissed enough to want to beat the shit out of him. He wasn't as big of an asshole as she'd first believed though she wasn't sure he was aware of that.

He pushed her tighter against the bar, and her heart raced faster as he pushed his body closer to hers and Jason got closer to the two of them. He looked confident, and she was glad, because truthfully, she was a little nervous. She liked the idea of Jace getting jealous and pissed, but she was worried that Jason would hurt Spinner or maybe even her. Especially if he was fucked up. “By the way Ryan.” He said with a smirk and she raised an eyebrow and smirked back. “I can see right through you.”

Ryan couldn't help it, that time, she shivered because, for some reason, those words cut through her. She hid it well though, looking back at him with a casual smirk. "Ditto." She whispered before looking over his shoulder to see that Jace had spotted them and was extremely close now. Quickly, without really much thought, Ryan placed a hand on the back of his neck, stood on her toes and kissed him hard. For some reason, the kiss set her entire body on fire in a way Jason's kiss never had. Maybe it was because she was a little drunk, or maybe it was just the excitement of kissing someone other than Jace, someone so dangerous. She wasn't sure, but whatever it was, it felt incredible, so she couldn't stop herself. She moaned into the kiss and kissed him even harder, sliding her free hand under his shirt, tracing the waistline of his jeans.

And then suddenly, it was over as quickly as it had started when Jace finally arrived and grabbed Spinner by the shoulder, yanking him off her hard. Ryan wasn't able to stop him as he swung a punch because she was still out of breath and recovering from the kiss, so she just watched for a second as Jason hit him right in the jaw before she regained her senses and jumped forward. "Did she tell you she has a boyfriend?" He was growling down at Spinner through clenched teeth.

"Jace, stop!" She yelled at him and that caused him to whirl on her, anger in his eyes.

"What the fuck babe?!" He spat at her angrily. He didn't release Spinner from his grip, but he didn't hit him again, just held her eyes and she could see the pain there mixed with the anger. It made something small inside of her twist, but she pushed that way, because a bigger part of her was satisfied to see that he was actually pained that she'd try to cheat. He cheated on her so often, she'd half expected him to not care. She'd thought he only wanted to be with her because then he could tell the school he was fucking Rianne Del Rey, but the pain in his eyes told her differently, so she smirked as she watched him.

"Shut up." She spat at him, and rolled her eyes. This caused him to release Spinner and glare at her. "You have no right." She hissed. "You left me here alone to fuck someone else!"

He shook his head and reached out, grabbing her arm painfully tight and pulling her close enough she could feel his hot breath on her face, and turned her head to the side. "Ria, baby, I told you last time I'm not going to cheat again, didn't I?" He snarled, voice low, and the fact that he was lying right to her face when she knew about Cleo stung like a knife in the gut, as well as pissed her off more. "I left you because I was pissed, but I didn't cheat." He spat. "I did some dancing, and bought some drugs. That's it. Then I felt bad for being an ass, so I came back to look for you and I find you about ten seconds from letting this asshole in your panties."

"Don't lie to me Jace!" She yelled at him over the music, fighting back angry tears now as she struggled to get away from him, causing him to grip her tighter, making her let out a pained noise. "What about Cleo?" She spat. "Let's talk about the fact that you've been fucking one of my closest friends for the past three weeks? How long have we been back together from the last time you did this Jace? A month? That makes, what, a week that you were faithful to me?" This time, she managed to shove him off, pushing back the tears that were coming and smirking at him instead. "Fuck. Off. I'm sick of you." She spat.

He looked shocked. Like he wasn't quite sure what to do because there hadn't really been many times where she hadn't just lay down and take it. In the past, she'd only broken up with him when she'd caught him with someone, she'd never really lashed out and tried to get him back. "I don't know what you're talking about Ri." He finally said, flicking his eyes to Spinner, then back to her. "But if you want to whore around, whatever." He spat with a smirk. "You'll come back to me." He glanced at Spinner again. "Have fun." He hissed, and she could tell he was beyond irritated at the thought of her with him. "Or try to at least. She's really not that good in bed." He smirked wickedly before turning and walking off, leaving her there hurt and not knowing what to do for the second time that night.

"I shouldn't have done that." Was what she finally whispered after a moment of shocked silence, turning her back to Spinner and struggling to compose herself.




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Mark matched her smirk when she leaned closer towards him. “If I told you…I’d have to kill you.” She teased and he laughed, watching as she took a drink from her glass and they held eyes for a second, silence hanging there. “It’s Frankie.” She finally answered and he smirked. Interesting name. He didn't know of many girls who preferred to take a guy's name, but, for some reason, he thought it suited her. “So Marky?” she said playfully and he laughed and rolled his eyes. “Think you can show me a good time when you get off work?”

He raised an eyebrow at her, and let his eyes travel over her slowly, taking her in for about the millionth time since she'd sat down at the bar before smirked. "Only if you never call me Marky again." He laughed and shook his head as he reached behind him and grabbed a rag so he could wipe down the bar. "I actually get off soon, I got here kind of early today." He shrugged at her before walking the length of the bar with the rag, quickly wiping off fingerprints and, more importantly, spilled drinks before coming back to her and shrugging.

"Besides, the boss owes me. He's not going to fire me if I head out early." He laughed, slipping the towel away and glancing behind her, at the sea of dancers, looking for Winni. In the long two-hour conversation they'd had, she'd completely forgotten to get her number, so he wanted to tell her he was heading back but, short of searching through every face in the club, he wasn't sure how. "Give me a sec." He said, turning away from her again.

He went down to the other end of the bar to one of the other bartenders who was off, but was sitting there, at the other side, waiting for his turn to take over for him, seeing as Mark's day was a few minutes from being up. "Jimmy." He smirked at the guy, who looked up at him like he could have been happy being anywhere else in the world, talking to anyone but him. "Always so optimistic." He smirked and the guy rolled his eyes. "Anyway, I need you to take over for me early."

"Don't you always?" He asked and downed the drink in his hands, and Mark just shrugged.

"Whatever, if a tallish platinum blond by the name of Winni comes up looking for me, just tell her I left and I would have told her, but I couldn't find her." Mark didn't wait for him to answer, just went back to Frankie, leaning on the bar and looking at her. "Looks like I'm free." He smirked.

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She was honestly banking on him saying no. She’d be okay with that and if he said no then she could just go find Benji and tell him she wanted to go home. She could feel his eyes rake over her as she downed the rest of her drink.

"Only if you never call me Marky again." she looked up at him with, smirking "I actually get off soon, I got here kind of early today." he shrugged and she watched him wash down the bar, before coming back to her. "Besides, the boss owes me. He's not going to fire me if I head out early." She nodded, watching his eyes scan the crowed as if he was looking for someone before he spoke again. "Give me a sec."


She nodded and watched as he walked to the end of the bar and from inside her purse her cell phone went off. She sighed, not really wanting to answer it, because the alcohol was taking over, whatever he’d given her was stronger than the drinks she normally had. She pulled her cell phone out rolling her eyes to see it was Max.

“Where the hell are you?!” he practically screamed into her ear causing her to jump, she hadn’t even had a chance to say hello. He was wasted and fucked up on drugs and she was suddenly glad she wasn’t home.

“Go to bed Max, your drunk. I’ll be home soon.” She said deciding then, what she was about to do was a bad idea and she better just go home.

“Tell me where the fuck you are?” He hissed harshly and she could hear the rage in his voice. She wanted to cry, because she knew going home when he was like that would only end in her getting hurt and her not going home would piss him off even more. “Francesca!” he ordered.

Normally she was home, because she rarely ever went out without Max and when she did, it was because she had to sneak out or say she was going to dinner with Benji’s family. She’d never once been out and he didn’t know about it, or at least think she was having dinner. He continued to scream threats into the phone, she pulled the phone away from her ear and hung up. She’d deal with him when she got home, if he didn’t put her in the hospital that was.


"Looks like I'm free." he said causing her to jump again, making it obvious something or rather someone had put her on edge.

“I’m sorry, I can’t.” she sighed, though if he pursued her she wasn’t sure she could say no, because the alcohol was making it hard to concentrate. “I really should go.” She said turning and heading towards the door.

She needed to catch a taxi before she couldn’t, because she didn’t want to stick around and try and find Benji, She knew Ryan would find a way home if she already hadn’t. The Del Rey sisters were good for that. Leaving parties prematurely and it was because in the back of their mind they were scared of dealing with their mother. She pushed her way through people feeling light headed.

Mark was possibly her chance at trying something new, being herself for once and not having to hold up her rich girl façade, yet the second she’d been about to do something out of character for once, it was like Max knew and he’d ruined it and made her feel like the bad guy in a matter of seconds and her chance at freedom was taken from her yet again.



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"Ditto." She whispered causing him to smirk because he knew it was the truth. She could see right past his bad boy, womanizer act and he could see right through her prima donna, rich girl façade. There was more to her, just like there was more to him, people just didn’t care enough to try and find out who they really were.

He was shocked as she pressed her lips to his, not expecting her to kiss him. Her lips pressed against his made him feel high, higher than any drug he’d ever taken, yet there was nothing in his system yet. It was all her. He kissed her back hard, slipping his tongue passed her lips and he smirked as she moaned. The way her finger traced his waist line made him shiver and he didn’t want to stop kissing her.

Though he kiss was over too quickly, he felt who he assumed was her boyfriend, grab him by the shoulder and yank him roughly turning him to face him and Spinner just smirked like he’d won. He watched and knew it was coming he had plenty of time to move, but he didn’t. He watched Jason’s fist coming right at him and collide with his jaw and he didn’t react as his neck cracked to the side. He took a breath adjusting his jaw a bit before turning back to look Jason in the eyes with an arrogant smirk, taunting to hit him again and it took everything in side of Spencer to keep himself from beating the shit out of Jason right there in front of everyone.

"Did she tell you she has a boyfriend?" Spencer laughed shrugging, he didn’t give a shit. Ryan wasn’t the first girl in a relationship he’d been with.

"Jace, stop!" Ryan yelled .

He stayed where he was watching the two of them fight, wanting to help Ryan. Because Jason’s grip on her was rough and he could tell just by Ryan’s face, his grip was also painful. But he bit his tongue and clenched his fits and stayed out of it figuring he’d done enough damage. He felt a little bad for causing what was happening between them. But, he was used to destroying everything he touched so he didn’t let it get to him.

"Fuck. Off. I'm sick of you." Ryan finally said and he turned his gaze on Jason. He didn’t miss the surprise in his eyes. Jason was convinced he had Ryan wrapped around his finger, but now he wasn’t so sure and that alone was satisfying for Spence to see, because now he knew Jason would fight to get her back and that’s exactly what Ryan wanted.


"I don't know what you're talking about Ri. But if you want to whore around, whatever." Jason spat trying to guilt trip her and Spinner rolled, his eyes. That was his game, Spencer was the master at guilt tripping people, that’s probably why he wasn’t in prison right now. "You'll come back to me. Have fun." he said glancing to spinner and he simply shrugged. "Or try to at least. She's really not that good in bed." he said before stalking off and he could tell by the tension in Ryan, she was upset.

Fuck. he thought to himself. What the hell was it about this damn girl that made him want to help her, that made him want to be a better person? It was weird and he hated it. But, he felt bad for her, for the situation, because she didn’t deserve what Jason had done to her. She wasn’t like the slutty low life girls he fucked over. She was different she deserved better.


"I shouldn't have done that." her words brought him from his thoughts.

He walked over to her wrapping an arm around her waist like they were old friends. His work there was finished. He kissed her cheek, he had to leave her alone.

“Go after him.” He whispered. Before releasing her and heading towards the clubs exit. He lit a cigarette, taking a deep inhale off of it. She was the first girl, he left alone, because all though Spencer was mostly bad, every once in a while he could be a good guy. He already knew he’d regret not trying to pursue her, he’d regret not fighting for her and taking advantage of her when she was vulnerable, but she didn’t belong to him and she never would and he was smart enough to know that.



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Ryan fought to get control of herself because the last thing she wanted to do a after a scene like that was stand there and cry in front of him. He stepped forward and she turned her head away from him as he wrapped an arm around her, figuring she knew what was going to happen next.

He'd go after her because she was weak and emotional and not thinking clearly. He was going to talk her into going home with him. And even though she wasn't sure if she wanted to, her heart raced at the thought because she'd never been with anyone but Jace. Not even when they were broken up.

But he didn't try and seduce her. Instead, shockingly, he just placed a kiss on her cheek that seemed to calm her conflicted emotions as she turned to look at him. "Go after him." He whispered and she was shocked when he turned and left her there, headed for the exit.

Ryan took a deep breath and leaned back on the wall, thinking for a minute, trying to sort through all the shit washing over her. She was hurt by Jason's words and the fact that he'd just lied to her face and she felt guilty for hurting him. Spinner was right. She should go after him and fix things between them.

But there was another part of her that was still pissed at Jason and satisfied at seeing his jealousy. She knew if the ran back to him she'd be giving him exactly what he wanted and, for once in her life, she didn't want to shove her own feelings aside to satisfy someone else. She wanted to do what she wanted because she wanted it. And what she wanted was for Jason to hurt. At least for one night.

She couldn't go back to him. Ryan sighed. Shit. She thought to herself as she rolled her eyes and pushed off the bar, heading for the exit. I'm fucking crazy. What am I doing? She moved quickly, hoping to catch him before he was gone.

She stepped outside and found him there, smoking a cigarette. "Go after him and let him win? That's it?" She smirked, looking him over. "I thought you were an asshole. You're not even going to try to take me home?" She said as she raised a brow.




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Mark could tell something had made her jumpy, and he briefly wondered what as he watched her before she spoke. “I’m sorry, I can’t.” she sighed, and he raised a brow. “I really should go.” She said turning and heading towards the door.

He watched her go for a second before starting after her. He lost her in the crowd for a second, there were so many other blonds in the bar it was like finding a needle in a haystack, but then he spotted her again, because she was probably the only natural blond, and caught up quickly, grabbing her arm just above the elbow and turning her to face him.

"I'm not going to force you or anything because I'm not that kind of guy, I know when no means no." He smirked down at her, pulling her close so she could hear him over the music. "But I don't think you really want to leave." He shrugged. "At least tell me why you're skipping out on me?"

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She pushed though the crowed, weaker than normal, because of the alcohol. She slowed down a bit when she finally managed to break free of the crowed. She didn’t want to go home, but she didn’t want to go to the studio and those were here only two options. She just wanted to disappear, that would be easier.

She felt someone grabbed her arm just above the elbow and spin her to face them. Her head spun and her skin burned from where they held her arm. She looked up meeting Marks eyes again and his smirk, irritated and excited her at the same time.

"I'm not going to force you or anything because I'm not that kind of guy, I know when no means no." he said pulling her close and it was hard to focus because of the heat between them. Everything about him was intoxicating and she fought the urge to kiss him. She blamed her feelings on whatever he’d given her back at the bar. "But I don't think you really want to leave. At least tell me why you're skipping out on me?"

She forced herself to look away letting silence fall between them for a moment. If she went with him and anyone found out she’d be dead, but if she didn’t go with him, she’d regret it. She wasn’t saying she was going to cheat on Max, because she wasn’t that kind of girl, no matter how much she hated him.

“It’s complicated.” She said meeting his eyes again. “But, your right. I don’t want to leave.” what the hell am I doing. she thought just walk away Frankie she was practically yelling at herself. “Do yo have a car? Or are we going to have to walk?” she smirked changing the subject quickly she didn’t want him to ask questions.



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Spencer slipped out of the club. He wasn’t done, but he needed some air. He was getting a head ach from the music and the smell of cheap perfume. He walked a little bit before finally stopping and leaning against the wall, pulling out a cigarette and lightening. He was tempted to go back inside and find her and pull his usual ass hole stunt, but he forced himself not to as he took a long drag off his cigarette trying to shake the thought of her.

"Go after him and let him win? That's it?" he heard her voice next to him and he couldn’t help but smirk. She couldn’t resist going after him and now that she was there, he was going to fuck with her. He’d tried to protect her, but she’d followed him. "I thought you were an asshole. You're not even going to try to take me home."

He didn’t answer her at first he let silence fall between them, like he didn’t know she was there. But, it was impossible to notice her presence, just being near her set his body on fire, it was a weird feeling. Finally he finished his cigarette flicking it away. If she wanted to see ass hole, he’d show her. He reached out grabbing her wrist, he pulled her close turning her so she was against the wall and he pinned her there, smirking down at her.

“Don’t you always let him win?” he questioned looking over her. “You got what you wanted, you wanted to make him jealous, he fought for you…don’t you want him back.” he said arrogantly as if he knew she was more interested in the mysterious bad boy then her boyfriend.

He lend down pressing his lips to her in the gentlest way, it was the kind of kiss that could make any girl melt. He knew that and that’s why he’d down it. Only the difference was with her, the kiss had felt too real as if he really did like her and that feeling caused him to pull away and hold her eyes a smirk on his lips.

“Do you want me to take you home?” he whispered with a wickedly dangerous smirk.



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Ryan watched as he smoked his cigarette in silence, ignoring her like she wasn't there. She rolled her eyes, about to turn and leave him there, nearly talking herself out of it just standing there. She was insane. She should turn and leave him right there, and the longer he ignored her, the more she wanted to, so by the time he finished his cigarette and flicked it away, she was ready to go. But he reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her body close to his and turning them so her back was against the wall. He pinned her there and she matched his smirk, all doubts stolen from her now with the mixture of the alcohol in her system and the closeness of his body.

“Don’t you always let him win?” He he asked as his eyes grazed over her and she gritted her teeth because he was right and he knew that. “You got what you wanted, you wanted to make him jealous, he fought for you…don’t you want him back?” He said and she she rolled her eyes at his arrogance, wanting him to just kiss her already and stop taunting her, because his close proximity was driving her crazy and she wanted more of what she'd just barely tasted in the bar.

As if reading her mind, knowing what she wanted, he leaned down to her and pressed his lips softly against hers. She hated that the tricks he used to get so many girls into bed worked on her, but she couldn't help it, the kiss made her entire body weak and she had to fight the urge to moan or lean into him as she kissed him back before he pulled away leaving her wanting more as he smirked down at her, holding her eyes.

“Do you want me to take you home?” He whispered and the words sounded so dangerous, she couldn't help but shiver. She couldn't believe she was doing it. He was everything she didn't need in her life. Everything her mother hated and had worked hard to keep her from falling into.

So, naturally, he was everything she wanted. Ria bit her lip and nodded. "Yes." She whispered, pulling her arms from his pinning grip and pulling his body against hers. "Quickly." She whispered with a smirk. "Before I change my mind. I never do stuff like this." She said honestly. If she was telling the truth, she was nervous, but there was no way she was admitting that.




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It was quiet between them for a long time and he had a feeling she was going to refuse him. A girl like her didn't even want to be seen with a guy like him, let alone sleep with one. The rich just thought they were too good for people like him and though he could tell there was something different about her, he still knew they were from two different worlds.

“It’s complicated.” She finally said, and he shrugged, about to tell her he could keep up when she went on. “But, you're right. I don’t want to leave.” Mark smirked. “Do yo have a car? Or are we going to have to walk?” She smirked and he chuckled and nodded.

He slipped an arm around her waist and walked her towards the back exit where they slipped out and he lead her into the parking garage across the alley from the club, walking her all the way to his car before turning her to face him, one arm wrapped around her waist as he pulled her close. "You sure princess?" He asked, raising his brows almost challengingly. "I can still just drive you home if you want?"

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He wrapped and arm around her waist leading her towards the back exit of the club and she hesitated at first. She didn’t know him all she knew was his name and that he was a bartender. Yet she was about to leave with him and that’s what made up her mind. She didn’t know him, he didn’t know her. There was no pressure of being perfect and living up to her last name, because he didn’t know her last name and even if he did, it was a name that was only prominent in her world not his.

He led her out to the parking garage across from the club. It was nearly empty, because it was still early and there was plenty of time for her to change her mind. She was fighting herself. Because the part that that had practically been breed to please her mother, was begging her to find Benji and go home and face Max. Then there was the other part of her that had been fighting her whole life for freedom that she was certain she’d never have and that part was begging her to go with Mark.

The stopped and she was pulled from her thoughts when he pulled her close and she had to fight back a shiver. Everything about him from the way he touched her to the way his dangerous smirk made her heart skip a beat was overwhelmingly intoxicating. He smirked down at her and she held his eyes.

"You sure princess?" she caught the challenge in his voice like he knew she’d finally given in and ask him to take her home. "I can still just drive you home if you want?" there it was, she thought the offer to take her home.

She bit her lip, wrapping her arms around his neck “I want you to take me anywhere but home.” she finally answered. It was weird being with him. She hadn’t been with many guys. Max had been her first real anything, because as a kid her mother never let her do anything aside from dancing, she was a less strict with Ryan and Frankie knew that was only because Ryan pushed back at their mother, Frankie had never fought her mother.

Finally they got into the car and there wasn’t much talking, it wasn’t awkward though, his music filled the silence and she enjoyed being with someone other than Max, Benji, her mother, or Ryan for once in her damn life, she was with someone who didn’t know her.

Finally he pulled into an empty parking lot that overlooked a deserted beach. It was on the other side of the island, she could see that much. She got out of the car and looked out over the black ocean with a smile. She walked around the front of his car leaning on it and waiting for him to get out.



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He kept his eyes on her, watching her. Because if he was being honest with himself, he wanted to take her home the second he laid eyes on her in the club, he wanted her to say no. Because if she said no he couldn’t break her heart and do exactly what her boyfriend was doing, only when he broke her heart, it would be worse than what Jason had ever done to her.

She nodded and he smirked "Yes." she whispered and he loosed his grip on her and she pulled their bodies closer together. "Quickly." he smirk grew arrogantly he had her. "Before I change my mind. I never do stuff like this."

He interlocked his fingers with hers and pulled her, the apartment that he shared with Tyler wasn’t far and so he opted to walk instead of waiting for a taxi and he kept her close as if he was her boyfriend and he was protecting her. They earned a few looks, but no one touched them and no one tried hitting on her. It was obvious they were in the bad side of town, sirens and gun shots were background noise.

Finally when they reached his shitty apartment he glanced upstairs to see their door was open and there was a huge party upstairs, which meant he’d have to run someone out of his damn room.

“Stay close.” He smirked as they headed upstairs. He knew it was probably going to be a shock for her. Even if she was around drugs or went to parties they were nothing like the trashy, dangerous parties him and Tyler through.

Upstairs the music was ridiculously loud and all eyes fell on them almost immediately, because everyone could tell Ryan wasn’t from around there, she was too pretty and too high class, it was just the way she carried herself and he smirked. Wrapping an arm around her should as if telling other guys to fuck off. He led her to the kitchen, before taking his hands off her and grabbing two beers tossing one to her.

“You sure you don’t want to go back to prince charming.” He said setting his beer on the counter and pinning her dangerously tight against it, he placed his lips to her jaw, tracing along it slowly.



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Ryan grinned when he laced their fingers and pulled her along with him, holding her close as they walked down the street and she didn't object because they were in a dangerous part of town and having him close was dizzying, in a good way.

When they reached his apartment, she could hear music blaring from upstairs and glanced at him. "Stay close.” He smirked and she nodded, though she was seriously starting to have second thoughts though she didn't say anything as he lead her upstairs.

The music was blasting and, the instant the two of them walked in, everyone looked at them and she glanced at Spinner, knowing she had to look out of place in the room filled with junkies. What the fuck am I doing? She thought to herself over and over again. She should turn around right there and leave, but then he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and allowed him to bring her into the kitchen where he tossed her a beer and took one for himself. She caught it and popped it open, taking a drink as she watched him.

“You sure you don’t want to go back to Prince Charming?” He said and she was about to answer when he pushed her back against the counter, pinning her there tightly, stealing her breath away. His lips came down on her jaw and traced it slowly.

Ryan tilted her head and moaned softly, jumping back so that she was sitting on the counter and wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him into her. "Not when you do that." She whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her lips against his with another moan. Her heart was racing like crazy. There were people doing drugs and drinking all over the apartment, and she was there with a guy who wasn't Jason, and who her mother would probably murder on sight. She should be freaking out. She should push him away and walk out. But it just felt so good to not do what was expected of her she couldn't make herself stop.




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Mark watched as she bit her lip, clearly indecisive before wrapping her arms around his neck, making him smirk. “I want you to take me anywhere but home.” She answered and he grinned. He almost wished she'd have said no because he knew she was different from most the girls he'd ever slept with and that worried him. She was the type of girl he tended to avoid because he might actually care about her.

Eventually they got into the car and it was quiet but now awkwardly so. The music filled the silence as they drove and he actually liked being with her. They weren't even talking, but the silence was almost comforting.

Finally he pulled off into a parking lot overlooking a beach and watched as she got out of the car, walking around to the front. He got out and followed, leaning on the hood next to her, watching the ocean for a second before turning and watching her instead. She was stunning, and he knew he should leave her alone, because he'd never have her, but he couldn't help himself. He always wanted things he couldn't have.

Mark reached out and placed a hand on he back of her neck, turning her to face him as he pressed his lips against hers like he'd been dying to all night. It was incredible, setting his entire body on fire, and he pulled her close and kissed her harder.

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She watched as the black waves, hit the shore, before the water was dragged back out to sea. She hadn’t been to the beach since she was a little girl and her mother and father were still together, despite the fact she lived in New York and she was surrounded by the ocean.

He got out of the car and lend against the hood of the hood of the car next to her. It was silent between them, but the heat between them was undeniable and she hated that she couldn’t feel that heat between her and Max, she couldn’t even force herself to feel it. She used to feel it between her and Benji when they were teenagers, but she blamed that mostly on how passionate they were when they danced.

She could feel his eyes on her now, but she pretended she couldn’t. Her heart raced because she knew what he wanted and if she was being completely honest with herself, she wanted it to. She just wanted to know what it was like to kiss someone other than Max. But, she also knew he was only after one thing, a guy like him didn’t care about girls, he played with them and then cut them out. So she almost hoped he wouldn’t kiss her, because what if she liked it more then she should.

He placed a hand on the back over her neck and she shivered despite herself as he turned her to face him. The motion was too quick for her to stop, even if she’d have wanted to stop it she couldn’t. The second his lips hit hers, her body was light like a feather, yet it was heavy at the same time. Everything inside her burned and butterflies kicked violently against her stomach. It was an incredible feeling, the kind of feeling she was positive she could only get when she danced, but she was wrong.

She kissed him back just as hard as he kissed him and suddenly, her life somehow didn’t seem as shitty. She slid her hands underneath his shirt, tracing his abs lightly with her fingers. His kiss was making her weak and light head and she didn’t want to pull away, but she forced herself to, because she was scared if she didn’t she’d pass out. She pushed him away playfully, her head was spinning.

“You’re going to break my heart aren’t you?” She laughed, teasing him and it was less of a question and more of a statement. Because she knew it was the truth, but at that moment she didn’t care. She was careless and free for once in her life.

He was incredible, he was everything she couldn’t have and everything she wanted all at the same time. It was like a knife to the heart when she thought about the fact that, whatever she did with him tonight, would be it. One last effort to break free before her wedding a wedding he didn’t even know existed. She crossed her arms in front of her grabbing the hem of her dress and lifting it over her head. She tossed it at him playfully, as she slipped out of her heels leaving her in her lacey bra and under ware.

“I showed you mine.” She smirked, gesturing to herself “Show me what you’re hiding under that shirt.” She laughed. “Unless your too scared.” She bit her lip.



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He knew he had her, there wasn’t a time Spencer could remember when he hadn’t been able to talk a girl into bed. He was just that kind of guy, who was far more experienced then her should be for his age. She tilted her head, opening up her neck more and he let his lips move slowly along her neck, smirking against her skin as she moaned.

She hopped onto the counter, wrapping her legs around his waist and his entire body was on fire. He’d never had that feeling with any other girl, not even Sabrina who’d managed to be his longest relationship if you could call it that.

"Not when you do that." she whispered, causing him to let out a small chuckle.

She pressed her lips to his moaning again and he smirked against her lips. He slipped his hand under her shirt, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her tight against his body as he kissed her roughly, but deeply slipping his tongue past her lips. He fisted her other hand into her long dark hair holding her in the kiss, he knew she wouldn’t pull away but he still held her there.

It didn’t matter that there were people a few feet away from them or the fact that the apartment was full of drunk, druggies. All he saw was her, she was the only person he was focused on and he’d manage to block everyone else out. She was honestly the only thing that mattered to him at that moment, which was out of character for him. When he was with one girl, he was always looking for the next best thing, so any girl that had ever been with Spinner, could tell he always seemed distracted, when he was kissing you. But, it wasn’t like that with her, he didn’t care who else was in the room.

“Spence?” He heard from behind him but he ignored the voice, he didn’t fully register who it was because he was entirely wrapped up in Ryan. “Spencer, what the fuck are you doing!” She yelled and he reluctantly pulled away from Ryan, sighing frustrated.

The girl grabbed his wrist whirling him around to face her and he rolled his eyes to see Sabrina standing there, as if they were dating and he was cheating and like it wasn’t something he would do, he rolled his eyes leaning back on the counter next to Ryan like they were dating, he was flush, but he didn’t honestly care. He pulled out a cigarette lighting it, smirking casually as he took a drag off of it before passing it to Ryan.

“I’m a little busy Bri, can I help you?” he smirked. “I should have known your psycho ass would come here.” He said bluntly causing her jaw to drop.

“Spence, stop acting like an ass just to impress…” she trailed off as her eyes flicked to Ryan and there was a shocked look in her eyes. “Rianne…Del Rey? What the fuck?” she breathed in complete shock.



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Ryan's entire body was on fire from kissing him. It was so wrong, and she knew that, but it felt impossibly good. There was no way in hell she'd be able to pull herself away from him. He kissed her roughly pulling their bodies together, which excited her because Jace was never rough with her. Or at least not in the way he was. He smacked her around and was all demanding and pushy when he was drunk, but the other eighty five percent of the time, he was surprisingly gentle with her. Spinner grabbed hold of her hair tightly, like he wanted to make sure she couldn't get away making her smirk against his lips, her heart pounding so fast she was sure he could hear it. Everything he did made her feel lightheaded and high. The longer he kissed her, the more she wanted him, and it didn't matter to her that there were others in the room.

At that point, they could have been making out three feet from her mother and she wouldn't have cared. The only thing that mattered was his lips on hers.

“Spence?” A familiar voice broke through to her briefly, but she didn't acknowledge it or try to figure out why it was familiar because she didn't care. Besides, it didn't register to her that whoever it was was looking for Spinner because that's what he'd told her his name was, so she thought the person was looking for someone else and pushed the voice away, and he seemed happy enough to do the same. “Spencer, what the fuck are you doing!” The same voice yelled and this time, he pulled away from her, leaving her flushed and struggling to regain her senses.

The girl spun him around, and she couldn't exaggerate see who it was until he took a step away from her and leaned back on the counter next to Ri instead. "Oh shit." She whispered under her breath when she did finally see who it was as she started to mentally freak out again.

Only Spencer was calm and lit himself a cigarette, taking a drag before casually handing it off to her, which she took gratefully, watching the girl as she smoked.

“I’m a little busy Bri, can I help you?” Spencer smirked and she glanced quickly between the two of them, connecting the pieces. “I should have known your psycho ass would come here.” He went on.

“Spence, stop acting like an ass just to impress…” Sabrina trailed off as she looked up and saw her and Ri was caught between trying to act cool and casual, and utter panic, so, instead of saying something bitchy, the best she could manage was a smirk before inhaling from the cigarette again. “Rianne…Del Rey? What the fuck?” She breathed and Ryan winced at the use of her full name.

"Yeah." Was all Ryan could manage. Sabrina was one of her mother's students, but not just that. She was one of her mother's favorite students. Partially because she was a good dancer, but mostly because she was a kiss ass. It didn't matter though. Ryan's mother loved the girl for some ungodly reason, and Sabrina knew all too well how hard her mother was on her.

Which is exactly why she had to get out of there. She glanced between Sabrina and Spencer. "You two...?" She trailed off, leaving it hanging before she hopped down off the counter, glancing at Sabrina, seeing the anger and shock in her eyes before turning to face Spinner. "I'm sorry, I should go." She whispered, even though she really didn't want to.

Before Sabrina had showed up, it was okay. Because it was one night and not one would ever know. Now, she couldn't though. She couldn't stay there with him because Sabrina would know, and, not only would she know, but it would piss her off and she'd be likely to either tell her mother or blackmail her with it. So she had to get out of there.

Ry shook her head and put her cigarette out before turning and disappearing into the crowd, pushing through people to try and get to the door, mentally kicking herself for being so stupid. And not only that, but now she looked like the biggest flake in the world.




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The moment kissed her, he simultaneously never wanted to stop and wished he hadn't. Because kissing her felt way too good and he knew the instant he'd done so, he wouldn't ever want to stop after just one night. He'd want to see her again and, if he couldn't, he'd be constantly thinking about her.

And if he could, he'd only end up hurting her.

But he didn't pull away because she kissed him back and it felt so simple to kiss her and yet, at the same time, ignited a hundred thousand thoughts inside him at once. Her hand slipped under her shirt and traced his skin, making him groan softly against her lips and push his body against hers harder, pulling them together tighter with an arm around her.

He never wanted to let her go but, eventually, she pushed him away and he smirked at her as he raised an eyebrow at her. He wanted to close the space between them again, but instead, he stayed where he was and listened. “You’re going to break my heart aren’t you?” She laughed, and he shrugged with a grin even though it was the truth.

He watched as she pulled her dress off and kicked out of her heels, tossing her dress at him, making him smirk as he looked her over, wanting to close the distance between them and touch her now, so badly it hurt, but she spoke again and he fought to pay attention.

“I showed you mine.” She smirked, and he chuckled. “Show me what you’re hiding under that shirt.” She laughed. “Unless you're too scared.”

"Fuck that, Im the one who had to convince you, remember?" He laughed before pulling his shirt off quickly and tossing it aside. He stepped forward and grabbed hold of her wrist, pulling her to him roughly and wrapping an arm around her waist, holding her tightly so she couldn't get away as he smirked down at her. "There's no going back now." He whispered before he squeezed we tighter, closing the remaining space between them, pressing their bodies together firmly.

Her skin on his was phenomenal, and he leaned down and kissed her lips hard, sliding his free hand into her hair and holding her tightly in the kiss as he slipped his tongue past her lips and kissed her harder before moving away from her lips, down, along her jaw as his fingers slid up her spine towards her bra strap, wanting her so badly it hurt, not caring that he was just going to hurt her in the end.

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"Fuck that, Im the one who had to convince you, remember?" She raised a brow smirking as he slipped his shirt off.

What the hell are you doing Frankie the thought came again but she ignored it. It was just one night, they both knew that and that’s what she had to keep telling herself to keep from freaking out.

He grabbed her wrist roughly pulling her to him, it was a different kind of rough from Max’s roughness. The kind, that excited her and made her want more. He wrapped an arm around her waist and his skin on hers was like nothing she’d ever felt. Their bodies were pressed together making her shiver. It was incredibly scary the things he could make her feel with just a single touch.

"There's no going back now." he whispered and his words stole her breath, they scared her. The words had been so simple yet they were loaded and she should have pushed him away, but before she could, he closed the remaining space and pressed his lips to hers again.

Instantly she’d forgotten what she’d been so worried about. She knew in the back of her mind it was beyond wrong to be there with him, let alone kiss him, yet it felt incredibly good, so good she didn’t know how it could be bad.

He used his free hand to hold her in the kiss, not that she could pull away even if she wanted to. He had full control of her and she’d do anything he wanted. He slipped his tongue past her lips and her heart raced as she moaned against his lips. He kissed her harder, making her completely light headed and weak in his arms. His lips moved left her lips and moved along her jawline. She trembled against him as his fingers slide up her spine, it was entirely too hard to concentrate.


She used the moment that his lips wasn’t pressed to hers, to pull away from him. Because she wanted him more then she’d ever wanted anything in her life and that killed her, but like always she didn’t let the pain or the worry show through. She interlocked her fingers with his and pulled him with her down to the beach, so they were out of sight and cloaked in darkness. She sat down pulling him down with her before she straddled him.

She held his eyes in the darkness. “Only tonight.” She whispered, before pressing her lips to his deeply. Her hand resting on his cheek, to hold him in the kiss. She pushed him back to his back was flat on the sand as she lend over him, still straddling him.

Her heart was racing, she’d literally never been with anyone intimately aside from Max and they only had sex when he was drunk or high and there was no passion, nothing…just lust. She pressed her lips to his again, before moving them along his jawline, she blamed her willingness to cheat on the alcohol. She let her lips move down his neck and continue slowly down his chest. Trying to keep her breathing under control.



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Spencer raised a brow, realizing the girls knew each other. Of course that would be just his luck, hooking up with a girl he might actually like for once and she just happens to be associated with his crazy ex-girlfriend, turned stalker.

"You two...?" Ryan said hopping off the counter and looking between the two of them. fuck he thought to himself she was going to leave just when he’d gotten her. "I'm sorry, I should go." She whispered, he watched her go before turning to Sabrina, grabbing her roughly and she let out a small whimper.

“Stop fucking up my life Bri, I don’t want you. Leave me alone. I told you I don’t love you and I never did.” He spat harshly and he could see the tears in her eyes but he really didn’t give a shit, he hated the fact she was always trying to get him back, she couldn’t take the hint.

He let her go as he pushed his way through the crowed, looking for her. If she wanted to leave that was fine, but there was no way he was letting her leave alone, not on this side of town. She’d either be kidnapped or raped and that was the honest truth of it. How Sabrina managed to get around on his side of town was still a mystery to him.

His eyes landed on Tyler and just in front of Tyler was Rianne. He rolled his eyes of fucking course he cursed. Tyler was worse than him at trying to get a girl into bed the only difference was Spencer knew when no was no, Tyler on the other hand didn’t know what the word no meant.

He walked up behind Ria, grabbing her wrist and pulling her away from Tyler without a word. He knew Tyler would be pissed, but he didn’t care. He pulled her across the small apartment, dragging her inside his room. Which was far from empty.

“Get out.” He ordered and the people in his room didn’t argue they scattered quickly. Once they were alone, he locked the bedroom door and turned to Ryan. “Don’t leave, not yet.” He sighed running his hands through his hair. “I haven’t even gotten you into bed.” He smirked “You can’t run out now.” He said trying to sound more like an ass hole and less like he was scared that after tonight he’d never see her again.



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Ri was trying to get out of there in one piece which, so far, seemed unlikely. The kind of people swarming the party were people she never even wanted to be in the same room with, let alone one stuffed full of them. Not to mention they were all fucked up so there was no telling what they'd do.

A hand around her wrist made her jump, and she didn't realize it was Spencer at first, so it scared her more than he should have as he dragged her through the room and into another one. People were all over the bedroom, and she glanced at Spencer, watching as he ordered them to get out and they obeyed, leaving the two of them alone in his bedroom as he locked the door behind them.

“Don’t leave, not yet.” He sighed and she looked away because she didn't want to leave, but she had to. “I haven’t even gotten you into bed.” He said, and she glanced back at him. “You can’t run out now.” His words made her shiver and she fought to keep herself from reaching out for him, knowing that, the second she touched him, he'd have her again.

"I really have to..." She whispered with a sigh, running her fingers through her hair. Now that she was alone with him, it was getting hard to concentrate on anything else again and quickly, the fear that Sabrina was going to say something to her mother was starting to go away and she forgot why she'd run from him in the first place.

"Nevermind." She whispered and stepped forward, pressing her lips hard against his, pushing him back against the wall. "I'm sorry." She whispered against his lips as she started to move her kisses down his jaw and neck. "I just got a little nervous I guess." She spoke between kisses, heart racing.




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Mark smirked when she pushed him away again and pulled him down onto the beach with her before straddling him. He grinned as they locked eyes. “Only tonight.” She whispered, and he nodded as she pressed her lips back against his, a hand on his cheek. She pushed him back and he smirked as she leaned over him and kissed along his jaw and neck and chest, making him moan.

He reached out and grabbed hold of her hair, using it to pull her lips back to his before flipping her swiftly and smoothly onto her back, climbing over her quickly and pressing his lips hard against hers. He unclipped and pulled off her bra as his hands roamed her body freely and his lips moved from hers along her jaw and down her neck

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To say she wasn’t nervous and totally freaking out on the inside would be a lie. Because, she wasn’t entirely sure what she was doing. She was being stupid and reckless, she was with someone other than Max and she hated that it made her never want to go back home. She belonged in her world, dancing and that was it, not here with some stranger she’d never met.

He reached out grabbing a fist full of her hair and using it to guide her back to his lips. He flipped her over smoothly, causing her breathing to speed up as he climbed over her. He pressed his lips against hers again and she used his shoulders to pulling him tighter against her. She’d forgotten yet again all of her worries.

He unclipped her bra sliding it off and tossing it aside, his hands moved over her body freely and she moaned arching her back. It was incredibly breath taking the way it felt when he touched her. She pulled him against her tightly so his chest was on her bare chest and kissed his lips hard as she ran her fingers down his spine, before bringing her fingers around to the button on his pants and sliding them off.




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She was going to leave, she wanted to. He could see it in her eyes. The way he could see the pain in her eyes back at the club right before her boyfriend had left her. She was easy for him to read for some reason. He could read her the same way he knew she could read him.

"I really have to..." she whispered and he sighed running his hands though his hair. He didn’t want to let her go, but he wasn’t going to force her into being with him. There was silence between them for only a moment. "Nevermind." she whispered and he raised a brow as he glanced up at her.

She pushed him up against the wall and he placed his hands on her hips, pulling her against him tightly as she pressed her lips to his. He was expecting her to leave not to give in, he smirked against her lips as he kissed her back.

"I'm sorry." She whispered against his lips as she started to move along his jaw and neck. "I just got a little nervous I guess." she said between kisses and he smirked wickedly.

“You don’t have to apologize.” He breathed, before placing a hand on the back of her neck roughly and forcing her lips back to his, he kissed her roughly, but the kiss was still deep.

He broke there kiss but only to slip of her dress over her head, before he picked her up effortlessly and laid her down on his bed, or more like two mattresses stacked on top each other. He wasted no time climbing on her and locking their lips once again. His entire body was on fire and he wanted her so badly it hurt. He let his lips move from hers down her neck leaving hot kisses, before he started to traced her collar bone with his lips, letting his hands roam freely over her body.