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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."
â˜Ș 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.
â˜Ș Spiders → Silly, yes, but they terrify her.
â˜Ș 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.
â˜Ș 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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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.



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“You don’t have to apologize.” He breathed, as he placed a hand on the back of her neck and forced her lips back to his, kissing her roughly. She smirked and kissed him back just as hard, head spinning and heart racing. He was entirely too intoxicating. He frightened her because he was dangerous, the type of guy who could get her into all the wrong things, but there was something about that danger that excited her, and she knew she'd do anything he asked.

His lips came away from hers to pull her dress off and she kicked her heels off as he lifted her before laying her on his bed and climbing over her, leaving her no time to have second thoughts again as his lips came back down on hers without hesitation.

Ryan's heart was flying and she closed her eyes and tilted her head as he moved his lips from hers down along her neck and collar and his hands started to roam her body, touching her freely. Ria closed her eyes and moaned deeply, hyper aware of everywhere his lips and hands touched her skin. She slid her hands down his chest and reached the hem of his shirt, pulling it off quickly and running her hands along his bare chest and shoulders, head spinning wildly.




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Mark smirked when she moaned and arched her back, satisfied with the effect he was having on her as he kissed her neck. She pulled their bare bodies tightly together and kissed his lips again, and he smirked against the kiss, moaning into it as her fingers traced his spine and then slid around to the front where she slipped his jeans off.

Mark moved his lips from hers down her neck and jaw, then tracing her collarbone before moving further, down the center of her body, moving slowly down her chest and stomach before pausing at her panty line. He smirked up at her, kissing the inside of each of her thighs slowly before finally pulling off her underwear and moving his kisses back up her body until he reached her lips again, holding her eyes for a brief second before kissing her hard.

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Mark had no way of knowing how long they'd been going, but what he did know was that, by the time he rolled off her, he was utterly exhausted. He couldn't remember the last time sex had been that great and he honestly would have kept going if his body would have let him.

He sighed and sat up, pulling his jeans on before pulling out a cigarette, lighting it and looking out at the ocean. They'd gone pretty much all night because, in a few minutes, the sun would be coming up. The sky was considerably lighter and he could just barely see it peaking over the crashing waves on the horizon.

He glanced down at Frankie, inhaling and then exhaling a cloud of smoke as he looked her over. He didn't quite want to let go of her just yet, because he was afraid he'd never see her again, which was out of character for him, seeing as he usually just sent girls on their way the next morning and never spoke to them again without a care. But with her, for some reason, he wanted her to stick around longer. He wanted to get to know her. He may even want more from her than just sex.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. What was wrong with him? What made her so different? He knew the answer to that question. The difference with her was, he had to send her on her way. Any other girl, if he wanted to keep them, he could have, but with her, he couldn't have her. She was from a different world and, except for brief moments like the night they'd just had, their worlds didn't collide. He couldn't have her and that made him want her.

Though he'd only hurt her. "Guess I should be getting you home, huh?" He asked, eyes on her as he smoked with a sigh.

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He moved his lips along her jaw, down her neck and then he traced her collar bone and she struggled to breath, because every time his lips touched her skin, it stole her breath. He moved his lips slowly down her body until he reached her panty line, he kissed the inside of her thigh causing her to moan softly. He slipped off her panties, before moving his lips slowly back to hers. He held her eyes and this time, unlike all the times before there was no hesitation, she wanted him and he wanted her.

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When he finally rolled off of her she was exhausted, her body was sore and she wasn’t sure she’d be able to dance later that day, she’d have to though, or else her mother would know something was up. She closed her eyes, focusing on controlling her breathing.

It was like she’d had sex for the first time. She could remember her first time clearly and it was nothing like what it had been like with Mark. He was passionate, dangerous, intoxicating. She wanted more and she would have begged him for more f her body wasn’t so weak, for the night they’d just spent together. She didn’t want to leave, she wanted to spend the day with him, she hated that she felt so much for him when all she knew was his first name and that he was a bartender in a sleazy club.

She sat up sliding her panties and bra back on. The curls in her hair had fallen and her eyeliner was smeared under her eyes, yet she was still perfectly beautiful. It was quite between them as they sat there for a moment. The sun was starting to come up and she would have to face her shitty life soon.

She wanted him to beg her to stay, tell her she couldn’t leave yet. Because if he asked her to stay she would, she wouldn’t hesitate like she’d hesitated before. She hated that, to her she’d actually felt something there and she felt stupid for feeling that way, because she knew he probably felt nothing and she was just another notch in his bed post.

"Guess I should be getting you home, huh?" he said and she sighed running her fingers through her hair as she watched the sun for a moment.

“Yeah, guess so.” She said reluctantly, she stood up heading towards his car, not bothering to wait for him. She felt stupid and now the guilt was starting to sink in. She’d never been so stupidly reckless in her entire life, although the weird thing was as much guilt as she had weighing her down, she didn’t regret one second of being with him and she wished she did because it might make things easier.

Once she reached the car she grabbed her dress, stepping into it and pulling it back on. She grabbed her heels in one hand and waited for Mark, watching him walk towards her from the beach.



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He smirked as she pulled his shirt off and he lifted her unbuttoning her bra and tossing it away. He continued down her bare chest, leaving quick hot kisses along her tan skin, He wasn’t sure how much longer he could simply play with her. He slipped off his jeans before crawling back over her and pressing his lips to her slipping his tongue past her lips.

He let his free hand rub the inside of her thigh, before he sat up slipping her panties off with a smirk as he glanced up at her. He kissed the inside of her thigh, before his lips moved slowly up her body one last time.

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The party had died down outside his door, which meant it was morning by the time he rolled off of her. Though his blinds blocked out any sun that might warn them it was morning. He was completely exhausted and he wanted to continue through the day, but he was too tired which was highly unusual for him. Normally the girls either feel asleep on him or her exhausted them before they were exhausted. Rarely was a girl able to exhaust him.

He pulled the blankets up over them as he reached over to his nightstand and grabbed a joint lighting it. He wasn’t sure she’d be okay with it, but being with her was the longest he’d gone sober in quite some time.

He glanced to her watching as her breathing slowed. She was incredibly beautiful, unlike any girl he’d ever seen before and the fact that they were from two different worlds only made him want to work that much harder to have her, despite the fact that once she was actually his, he wouldn’t be interested. It was the chase that kept him interested, but once he got what he wanted he didn’t give a shit.

“Your boyfriends a liar.” He whispered as he inhaled from the joint, he sat up leaning on his elbow, he lend over kissing her lips. “You pretty damn amazing in bed.” He smirked. “Too bad your wasting your talents on him.” He shrugged laying back down flat on his back as he let the joint rest between his lips.



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Ryan moaned when he took off her bra and tossed it away before moving his kisses lower, down her chest. He was driving her crazy, and she wanted him so badly now, it hurt. He slipped off his jeans and climbed back over her, kissing her lips again slipping his tongue into her mouth and she kissed him back just as hard, desperate for him to get on with it, not sure she could wait much longer.

His hand moved down to rub the inside of her thigh, and Ryan moaned against his lips as she arched her back against him before she settled back down on the bed and he sat up and slipped off her panties. He smirked down at her, and she closed her eyes as his lips touched the inside of her thigh and moaned again before his lips made their way back up to hers.

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Ryan wasn't sure what time it was when Spencer finally rolled off her, but she was exhausted and, judging by the quietness of the party outside and the light peaking through the blonds, it was morning. She lay there, struggling to catch her breath as he pulled the blankets up over them and lit himself a joint.

She closed her eyes as her breathing finally started to slow and she started to come down from the high that being with him had put her on. She was starting to feel sore, and she was utterly worn out. She wasn't sure she'd be able to dance later. “Your boyfriend's a liar.” He whispered and she opened her eyes and turned her head to the side, watching as he sat up on his elbow and took a hit from his joint. He leaned over and pressed his lips against hers and she placed a hand on the back of his neck and kissed him back before dropping her hand back to the bed as he pulled away. “You're pretty damn amazing in bed.” He smirked and she smiled. “Too bad you're wasting your talents on him.” He as he lay back down.

Ryan sighed. The mention of Jace made her stomach turn with guilt because, while he deserved it, her cheating made her no better than him. She rolled over and rested her head against Spencer's chest, reaching up and grabbing the joint, taking a hit from it before handing it back. She coughed a little because it had been a while since she'd smoked anything but cigarettes, but it wasn't bad. "I don't have much to compare you to like you do," Ryan smirked. "But you're pretty fucking amazing yourself. That was incredible." She'd only ever been with Jason, and he was good, but Spencer made him look inexperienced, like he didn't know what he was doing.

Ria closed her eyes and sighed. She didn't want to leave yet. She didn't even want to go home at all. She wanted to spend all day there with him, but she knew she couldn't. She had to get home. She could hide it from her mother, but she'd have to face Jace and that was going to kill her. She had to practice her dance, and do some homework, and then she had to follow Karin around all day helping her with last minute preparations for her big birthday party that night. Karin was in Ryan's social circle, not only because she was pretty and mean, but because her parents let her throw outrageous parties whenever she wanted. Ryan was fairly certain this was the fourth birthday party she'd had that year.

The thought of doing all her daily activities made her sigh again because after her night with Spinner, the things she was used to doing all the time seemed extremely boring. "So, asshole, aren't you supposed to be kicking me out now that you've gotten what you want from me?" She asked with a smirk as she traced circles on his chest with her fingers.




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Mark watched as she sighed, like she was reluctant to go, and he sighed too because, honestly, he was reluctant to let her go. “Yeah, guess so.” She said reluctantly and stood up, turning and heading back towards the car. After a minute he followed, grabbing his shirt and pulling it back on when he got there.

He sighed and stood there for a second, looking at her, before taking her hand and walking her over to the passenger side. He pushed her back, against the door and leaned down, kissing her lips with a hand at the back of her neck before pulling away and opening the door for her. He waited until he was in before closing the door and walking around to his side, getting in and starting the car.

Mark backed out and turned onto the road before looking over at her briefly. "We could go for breakfast if you don't want to go back just yet?" He said, raising an eyebrow at her with a smirk. "It'd be a shame to miss the most important meal of the day." He chuckled as he drove.

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He took her hand leading her to the passenger side of the car. He pushed her against the car pressing his lips to hers and she kissed him back, wanting it to last forever, but it just couldn’t. She sighed as he pulled away and she climbed into the car when he opened the door.

"We could go for breakfast if you don't want to go back just yet?" she glanced to him a little surprised. "It'd be a shame to miss the most important meal of the day."

She watched him for a second before turning her eyes back to the road. “You know you’re not such a bad guy.” She smirked. “First sex on the beach, now you’re opting for breakfast, if I wasn’t mistaken I’d say you were actually quite romantic.” She teased.

She lend back in the seat, debating on whether or not to check her phone. She’d been without her phone all night and any moment her mother and Max would be awake realizing she hadn’t come home last night. They’d send a whole damn police force after her, if she didn’t at least tell them she was alive and okay.

“Breakfast sounds nice.” She said pulling her long hair up into a ponytail and using the mirror to fix her make-up best she could, so she didn’t look like she’d just spent all night having sex with a stranger.

She pulled her cell phone from her purse. There were about a million missed calls from Max along with some harsh text messages. She rolled her eyes, sending him a quick message, saying she crashed at Benji’s. It was a lie, but Benji would cover for her and that’s the reason she’d used it.

“Do you take all your one night stands out to breakfast?” she smirked dropping her phone back in her purse and turning her full attention back to Mark.



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"I don't have much to compare you to like you do," he smirked as he listened to her "But you're pretty fucking amazing yourself. That was incredible."

He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her tighter to his body. He could lay with her there all day, sober and she could make him forget about everything, but he’d probably never see her again after today. She’d go back to her perfect life and her fucked up relationship. While he’d go back to his shitty life and she’d be in the back of his mind as a; what if? For god knows how long.

"So, asshole, aren't you supposed to be kicking me out now that you've gotten what you want from me?" her voice pulled him from his thoughts and he smirked.

He let silence hang there for a minute, as her fingers traced his chest leavings sparks behind. He could clearly feel the places she’d traced as if they’d been burned into his skin. He lend down kissing the top of her head before he spoke again.

“Yeah, get out.” He said simply, though his words were light and held no actual hint of him actually wanting her to leave. “I assume if you don’t leave soon, the they’ll send an army after you?” he sighed, referring to the fact that she was rich and more or less probably had people constantly keeping tabs on her. “Feel free to stick around though.” He smirked as he moved her gently, stepping out of bed and slipping his jeans back on. “If you don’t mind a little mess, we could probably find something in the fridge, if you’re hungry.” he shrugged looking down at her.



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Rianne smiled when he kissed the top of her head. “Yeah, get out.” He said simply, and she rolled her eyes with a chuckle, able to tell his words were fake. “I assume if you don’t leave soon, the they’ll send an army after you?” He sighed, and she sighed too because he was right. She was sure her phone was full of drunken calls and voicemails from Jason and, angry texts and calls from her mother, demanding to know why the hell she wasn't home. On top of calls and texts from Karin, begging her to come over and help with party planning. The thought of having to face all those people sore, hungover, and on zero sleep was daunting.

“Feel free to stick around though.” Spencer said, breaking through her thoughts as he moved her off him and got up to slip his jeans on. “If you don’t mind a little mess, we could probably find something in the fridge, if you’re hungry.” He shrugged and she sat up with a smirk. She should really be getting back, but having breakfast wouldn't kill her.

Ria leaned over and grabbed her bra and underwear, sliding them back on before standing. She pulled his shirt on and pulled her hair out of the neck before glancing at her purse, wondering if she should check her phone. In the end, she just ignored it and looked at him with a shrug. "I guess breakfast wouldn't hurt."




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Mark could feel her eyes on him as he drove. “You know you’re not such a bad guy.” She smirked and he raised an eyebrow. “First sex on the beach, now you’re opting for breakfast, if I wasn’t mistaken I’d say you were actually quite romantic.” She teased, making him laugh and roll his eyes.

He glanced at her to see her going through her phone and sighed, knowing she had to have people looking for her. A girl like her didn't stay out all night unnoticed.

“Breakfast sounds nice.” She finally said as she made herself more public worthy in the mirror. “Do you take all your one night stands out to breakfast?” She smirked and he laughed and pulled into the parking lot of an IHOP, killing the engine and walking around to her side, opening the door.

"Only the interesting ones." He said with a smirk, leaning down in the doorway before stepping back so she could get out. "Now come on, princess," he teased. "Your gourmet IHOP breakfast is waiting."

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They pulled into the parking lot of an IHOP and she couldn’t remember a time in her life she’d ever had IHOP. They didn’t really have them on her side of town and there food didn’t exactly fit in with her mother’s strict diet for her. He got out of the car and she knew she was going to look out of place in her designer dress and five inch heels, but she didn’t really care. He opened the door and she glanced to him with a smirk as he spoke.


"Only the interesting ones." he smirked and she stepped out of the car, closing the door. "Now come on, princess, Your gourmet IHOP breakfast is waiting." she laughed, holding his eyes for a long moment.

The headed inside, being seated right away, there weren’t many people that early in the morning, the restaurant only had a few other people who looked like they’d been out all night as well. Franny slide into the booth as a young waitress came to the table, not bothering to hide the fact that she was checking Markus out and for some reason that irritated Frankie to no end.

She cleared her throat loudly. “Why don’t you take a picture sweet heart.” She said sarcastically. “You wanna do your damn job and stop staring, he’s not the only one sitting at the table.” She said looking over the girl irritated.

The girl was obviously embarrassed and turned and made her way back to the kitchen and Frankie smirked. She was quickly transitioning beck to her bitchy self, because she was sober and they were in public.



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He smirked as she slipped his shirt on because for the moment, he could pretend she belonged to him, though he wouldn’t tell her that. He honestly hoped she’d take his shirt, than her boyfriend would know they’d actually together. It was a nice thought, but it was quickly clouded with a more realistic thought. The fact that Spencer was always the other guy, he was never the actual guy and for the first time in his life he actually hated that thought.

Before it hadn’t bothered him, because he was fine with being the guy who got the girl to stray and then never had to deal with her again, only this time the thought of her going back to Jason and him never seeing her again, bothered him more then he’d like to admit.

"I guess breakfast wouldn't hurt." she said pulling him from his thoughts and he smiled at her running his fingers through his hair as he opened his bedroom door.

“Well it’s not going to be what your used to.” He shrugged “But, I’m a pretty damn good cook.” He said as he gestured for her to follow him.

He headed into the kitchen stepping over bodies and slapping Tyler in the face as he passed him, to which Tyler reacted with a string of curse words. Before he got up starting to wake people up and forcing them to leave. Spencer started searching through the fridge, finding some egges and bacon surprisingly as he started to cook. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cooked for anyone but himself and it was weird, but he kind of liked it.



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“Well it’s not going to be what you're used to.” He shrugged and she smirked. She was used to her mothers strict dietary rules for her, making sure she got all her nutrients so she'd be strong, while keeping her well away from any fats or sugars so they wouldn't slow her system. “But, I’m a pretty damn good cook.” He said and she followed him when he gestured for her to.

She followed him into the kitchen, smirking when he smacked his friend in the face and he started to get people to leave, and leaned against the counter, watching him go through the fridge, pulling out breakfast items.

For a minute she wished she could stay. She didn't want to go back to her hectic, "perfect" life. She wanted to live like him. Sure, it was trashy he didn't have the type of money she did but he had no one to answer to. He didn't have to worry about pleasing anyone but himself. He could do what he wanted, when he wanted, no questions asked and now that she'd spent a night with him, she'd never felt more trapped in her life.




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Mark grinned when they went in and got seated right away, on account of the fact that the only other people in there were also all-nighters and there weren't many. The waitress came and it wasn't hard to tell she couldn't keep her eyes off him and it was pissing Frankie off, making him smirk.

"Why don’t you take a picture sweet heart.” She said sarcastically and he had to swallow back his laughter. “You wanna do your damn job and stop staring, he’s not the only one sitting at the table.” She said and he laughed this time.

The girl ran off, clearly embarrassed and Mark smirked at Frankie. "Now come on, was that needed?" He teased and chuckled. "I mean, can you blame her?"

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"Now come on, was that needed? I mean, can you blame her?" Mark said as the waitress left and Frankie flicked her bright blue eyes to him with a smirk.

Francesca just shrugged like it was no big deal. She wasn’t quite sure why it had bugged her so much. When girls gawked at Benji, she left his number for them as a prank and when girls were all over Max, she just ignored them. But, for some reason she didn’t like the idea of some girl checking him out.

The waitress came back out this time, keeping her eyes on Frankie when she took her order and then, making it quick when she took Marks. Frankie had stuck with her mother’s diet as much as possible, not because she wanted to, but because she was just used to it. So she’d ordered scrambled eggs, a side of fruit, and a water. Despite the fact that she really would have preferred bacon smothered in grease, pancakes and hot chocolate. She turned her attention back to Mark when the waitress left again as she took a sip from her water.

She wanted to ask him a million questions and she wanted to get to know him. But, at the same time she couldn’t. She already liked him more then she should and felt things she’d never felt before. Getting to know him would only make it harder to watch him leave. She was scared of him because he was everything she wished she could be.

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you’re a bartender and a womanizer by night,” Frankie smirked “Must be nice, not to have to answer to anyone, hu?” She said holding his eyes.



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Once he was finished cooking, he served up for them on a plate and cleared off the table for them to sit down. The table was small and not exactly the most functional table but it worked. Spencer made some coffee, setting a cup in front of Ryan before sitting down across from her and taking a sip of his coffee.

“Spinner, you made your girlfriend cry last night.” Tyler’s voice made him role his eyes and he held up is middle finger to his friend. “Who’s this?” Tyler asked turning his gaze to Ryan.

“Fuck off Ty.” Spencer said not giving Ryan and chance to introduce herself. “And, how many times do I have to tell you, Sabrina isn’t my girlfriend and she never was.” He shook his head. He didn’t want Ryan involved with him, but it was too late for that and if he couldn’t protect her from himself he could at least protect her from Tyler who was easily ten times worse than him.

“Is that my bacon?” Tyler whined.

“Yeah it is and it’s fucking delicious.” Spencer smirked glancing to Ryan “Right babe.” He laughed.



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Ria watched as he cooked and then cleared spaces for them at the table, setting out their plates and coffee. She smiled as she sat down, taking a drink of her coffee. “Spinner, you made your girlfriend cry last night.” His friend said, and Ryan raised an eyebrow and chuckled as he flipped him off. “Who’s this?” He asked and Ryan looked at him, about to introduce herself when Spencer stepped in.

“Fuck off Ty.” He said before she could say anything, and she glanced at him. “And, how many times do I have to tell you, Sabrina isn’t my girlfriend and she never was.” He shook his head.

“Is that my bacon?” Tyler asked, changing the subject.

“Yeah it is and it’s fucking delicious.” Spencer smirked and looked at her again. “Right babe?” He laughed and she ate a piece. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had bacon, and it was incredible.

"Yeah, it is." She said as she leaned back with her coffee and smirked at Tyler before turning her attention back to Spencer. "Sure as hell beats granola bars and fruit." She chuckled before it fell silent again and in the silence, Ryan could hear her phone vibrating in the other room. She tried to ignore it, but eventually she sighed, standing with her coffee and ducking past Tyler back into the bedroom where she went through her purse for her phone.

Ri pulled it out and sighed with relief. It was Karin. She wasn't excited to listen to her tirade of things she needed to help her do for the party or demand to know where she'd been all night and why she hadn't come over and helped her like she was supposed to, but Karin was a lot easier to deal with than Jason or her mother.

So she answered it. "Karin, hey." She said simply, though she didn't need to. The instant she'd answered, Karin started screaming her head off, listing things, demanding to know where she'd been, talking really fast so her words were a jumbled mix she couldn't make sense of. "Karin!" Ry practically yelled to talk over her, causing a brief pause on Karin's tirade. "Breathe babe." She laughed. "Look, I didn't come over last night because I went out, which, by the way, I need you to do a favor for me."

"Really? I'm pissed at you Ri, and you're going to ask me for a favor?" She spat.

"If you want anyone to come to your party you will." She spat back quickly and that shut her up, making Ry smirk as she leaned on the wall and sipped her coffee. "I need you to cover for me. I went out last night, but if anyone asks, I crashed at your place and I was all distraught about Jace."

"Got it." She said and Ryan smiled, happy she had everyone in her social group wrapped around her finger.

"Alright, I'll be home soon and we'll talk about the party then." She said simply.

"Okay, seeing as you pissed me off, you get the hard jobs. You're in charge of getting drugs and booze." Karin said before hanging up.

Ryan sighed deeply before taking a drink off her coffee and heading back out to where Spinner and Tyler were, sitting back down at the table. "So, asshole," she smirked, glancing up at him. "You sell drugs?" She laughed, knowing the question would probably catch him off guard.




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The waitress came back and this time she hardly looked at him as she took his order, making sure to focus her attention on Frankie. He ordered pancakes because he was dying for something sweet and a side of bacon while Frankie just ordered eggs and fruit and the waitress left again.

He looked at her, and he could tell by the look in her eyes she wanted to get to know him more and he honestly felt the same way about her. Normally, he was lucky if he knew his date's name, but for some reason, he wanted to know everything about her. Unlike the rest of them, she interested him.

“So
you’re a bartender and a womanizer by night,” Frankie smirked “Must be nice, not to have to answer to anyone, hu?” She said holding his eyes and he shrugged.

"Yeah, I've been on my own since I was a teenager." He smirked, looking her over. "How about you? Must be nice owning the world huh?" He said, raising his eyebrows.

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She lend back in the booth, resting her back against it as she waited for him to answer, keeping her eyes on him. "Yeah, I've been on my own since I was a teenager." He said and she raised a brow "How about you? Must be nice owning the world huh?" she rolled her eyes.

That’s what everyone thought, just because Frankie acted like she had everyone wrapped around her finger, she was beautiful, and wealthy somehow translated into her owning the world. But, that was far from the truth, she didn’t own anything, her mother and Max owned her. Her mother told her what she couldn’t and couldn’t eat and told her who she could hang out with and who she couldn’t even look at. While Max told her what to wear and how to act. She was a puppet, for their entertainment.

“No.” she finally answered. “Actually it sucks.” She sighed as she lend forward taking another drink of her water. It was quite for a long moment and she assumed that meant he wanted her to go on. “It’s lonely actually. Money doesn’t exactly keep you warm at night and it can’t talk to you.” She said honestly. “I’d sell my soul to have your life.” She said in a serious tone.

He didn’t know how lucky he was. Sure he probably didn’t have his family around, if he was on his own since he was a teenager and he didn’t have companionship with a girl, but he had freedom. He could come and go as he pleased, eat what he wanted, dress how he wanted and tell the world to fuck off if he wanted.

“But you get used to it.” She shrugged. “Trust me Marky, money doesn’t make things any easier.” She sighed.



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"Yeah, it is." she smirked and he laughed shaking his head as it fell silent and she’d obviously heard her cell phone and went to answer it, which he pretty much assumed was the end of them.

She’d have to go back to her life and he’d be stuck in his. It was quite as he finished his food. He glanced up to see the smirk on Tyler’s face before he headed into the kitchen grabbing a beer from the fridge and leaning on the wall as he raised a brow like he wanted Spencer to explain.

“What?” Spence spat, glaring at his friend.

“You like her.” He smirked and Spencer just rolled his eyes, of course he liked her he wouldn’t have let her sty this long if he didn’t, but he wasn’t about to let Tyler know that, because Tyler always seemed to want what Spencer had. Like Sabrina, his drugs, and his connections. “She’s a keeper, that tight ass if you don’t go after her I will.” He said taking a drink of his beer and his words were more of a threat then a warning.

"So, asshole," Ryan’s voice brought his attention off of Tyler and to her as she sat down. "You sell drugs?" she said and he raised a brow.

There was no way she was asking for the drugs for herself, but she had his interest even if it wasn’t for her, because if it meant seeing her again, even if he wasn’t a drug deal, he would have somehow turned into one.

“The best one around here.” He smirked, holding her eyes. “Why?” he said looking over her. “What do you want?”



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Rianne could tell she had his attention. “The best ones around here.” He smirked, and she laughed. “Why?” He said and he looked her over. “What do you want?”

Ria shrugged. "I don't want anything." She smirked. "But a friend of mine's having a party tonight and put me in charge of getting the drugs, so I'll take whatever you've got." She finished off her coffee and sat back, looking him over. She wasn't particularly excited for the party. Jace would expect her to go with him and, if she did, he'd be trying to get her to do drugs all night and keeping her close to him and she'd be surrounded by her bitchy friends, both from school and from dance, seeing as Karin took one of her mother's dance classes as well. Literally everyone was going to be there.

"I've also got to get booze. I can get my sister to do that though, so that's not a problem, but I don't exactly run across many drug dealers in my life." She said with a smirk.




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It was quiet for a while and she seemed to be contemplating his question seriously. “No.” she finally answered and he sighed. “Actually it sucks.” It was quiet as he waited for her to go on and he almost thought she wouldn't, but then she did. “It’s lonely actually. Money doesn’t exactly keep you warm at night and it can’t talk to you. I’d sell my soul to have your life.” He raised an eyebrow.

“But you get used to it. Trust me Marky, money doesn’t make things any easier.” She sighed and he shrugged as he looked her over with a smirk.

"So tell them to fuck off." He chuckled. "And I know you're going to tell me it's not that simple, but it really is." He said. "You're legally an adult, they can't tell you to do shit. The only thing they can do is cut you off from the fortune, but if you really want a life like mine, that means no money." He smirked. "Skip town, disappear, do what you want to do." He shrugged. "It really is that easy, trust me, I know, I've been doing it for years."

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"So tell them to fuck off." she sighed leaning back as she listened to him "And I know you're going to tell me it's not that simple, but it really is." she raised a brow "You're legally an adult, they can't tell you to do shit. The only thing they can do is cut you off from the fortune, but if you really want a life like mine, that means no money. Skip town, disappear, do what you want to do." He went on and she wished it was that easy she really did and he made it sound easy, but he didn’t know her mother. "It really is that easy, trust me, I know, I've been doing it for years."

There was a simple fix to her life, move out and go live with her father and she should have told her mom to fuck off the second she turned eighteen and went to live in Italy with her father, then she wouldn’t have to worry about anything but Ryan. But, she’d screwed herself over the second she let her mom back her in to a corner and she’d agreed to marry Max. If Max wasn’t in the picture, she’d listen to his advice and tell them all to fuck off, but the truth was she was terrified of what Max would do if she called off the wedding.

“Your right, it’s as simple as that.” She said agreeing with him. “But, I’m not that brave and you don’t know my mother.” She shrugged. “So, for now, I’m stuck.” Her phone rang in her purse beside her and she sighed as she pulled it out. “Shit” she breathed before glancing up at him. “I have to take this.” She said giving him an apologetic look before slipping out of the booth and outside, so that he couldn’t hear and she hoped he wouldn’t follow her.

She answered the phone and she sucked in a breath to give a weak hello, but before she could get it out her mother started screaming at her. Her mother had an impeccable talent of making feel like shit. Her mother could cut her down, better than her and Ryan could cut someone down put together.

“Mom
” she tried but she just continued to scream at her about how irresponsible she was and how much of a disappointment she was. Her mother paused for a second finally allowing her to speak. “Mom, I spent the night at Benji’s.” she finally said fighting back tears.

“Really?” her mother’s voice was spiteful “That’s funny, because Mrs. Person says she hasn’t seen you since last weekend.” She could hear the triumph in her mother’s voice as she called her out on her lie. “Get your ass home, Francesca.” She finally said before hanging up the phone.

Franny let out a breath she’d been holding in, she was trying to keep herself together. Her mother could be completely hateful and it killed Frankie that she couldn’t have a normal mother who loved her and supported her no matter what. She closed her eyes allowing herself to breath.



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"I don't want anything." he figured that much, she was clean and he nodded letting her know he was listening. "But a friend of mine's having a party tonight and put me in charge of getting the drugs, so I'll take whatever you've got." He smirked wickedly.

His kind of drugs, were pure. They were the kind of drugs you got addicted to. He knew the kind of drugs that revolved around in the rich community. They were watered down, weak, and gave you more of a placebo high, at least compared to the drugs he dealt with. Rich kids did drugs because they could afford them and because they felt like rebelling against their parents. In his world people did drugs to escape their shitty lives, so in his world they were inherently stronger.

"I've also got to get booze. I can get my sister to do that though, so that's not a problem, but I don't exactly run across many drug dealers in my life." he raised a brow.

“You have a sister.” He smirked “Hear that Tyler, there’s another one, you can have her sister.” He teased, knowing she Ryan wouldn’t get it because she hadn’t heard what Tyler had just said. He turned his attention back to her as he thought for a moment. “I don’t know, babe. My drugs aren’t your rich kid powdered sugar shit.” He said calmly as if he was really thinking about it.

He could probably charge them a shit load of money and he’d be set for a while, if he sold the drugs himself instead of giving them to her to sell. Plus, it would be fun to see her boyfriend’s reaction if they showed up together.

“I got a better idea.” He said leaning back in the chair and making himself comfortable. “Take me to your party, I’ll sell the drugs myself and even though you don’t need it, I’ll give you a cut of the money I make.” He smirked wickedly holding her eyes. “Plus, it’ll drive that boyfriend of yours crazy if we show up together.” He raised a brow. “What do you say doll face?” he said with an arrogant look on his face.




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“You have a sister.” He smirked and she rolled her eyes. “Hear that Tyler, there’s another one, you can have her sister.” Ry was about to tell him Frankie was engaged, but changed her mind, knowing that wouldn't mean anything to either of them, seeing as Spencer had known about her boyfriend and still slept with her. “I don’t know, babe. My drugs aren’t your rich kid powdered sugar shit.” He said and it fell quiet for a minute as he seemed to be thinking about it.

“I got a better idea.” He said leaning back and she raised her eyebrows. “Take me to your party, I’ll sell the drugs myself and even though you don’t need it, I’ll give you a cut of the money I make.” He smirked wickedly and she tensed a little at the thought of him showing up at one of her parties. Everyone would know about them because Jace would make sure to make a scene, and If he didn't, Sabrina would probably be there, and one way or another, if everyone knew, the fact that she'd spent the last night in bed with a drug dealer would eventually get back to her mother. She needed this night to be a one-night-only thing. She could tell Jace that Spencer had tried to take her home but she'd whimped out and gone to Karin's and stayed there, and that would cover anything Sabrina told anyone too because the last she'd seen of her, she'd been heading towards the door.

“Plus, it’ll drive that boyfriend of yours crazy if we show up together.” He raised a brow and she glanced at him. He as right. It would piss Jason off. If she lied and told him she'd spent the night at Karin's all upset about what he'd said to her, he'd try to get her back and, odds were, she'd go back to him like he'd said she would. And she really didn't want Jace to win. Not yet. “What do you say doll face?” He asked and she sighed.

"Shit." She whispered, running her fingers through her hair. "I can't believe I'm doing this..." She sighed and smirked, holding his eyes. "Fuck the money, keep whatever you make." She shrugged. "Driving Jace crazy is all I need." She shrugged.




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“You're right, it’s as simple as that.” She said agreeing my and he shrugged. “But, I’m not that brave and you don’t know my mother. So, for now, I’m stuck.” She said and he nodded with a sigh, understanding. It took a lot of courage to walk away from your family and everything you'd known your whole life, no matter how much you hated it. “Shit.” She breathed as her phone went off. "I have to take this.” She said and he nodded, watching her go.

He watched her talk on the phone through the window for a while and she seemed tense as he finished his meal before tipping the waitress and paying the check. He glanced out the window to see that she was done on the phone and sighed, standing and heading outside.

"You okay?" He asked, looking her over with a smirk. "They finally noticed the princess didn't come home to the castle last night?" He sighed and walked up next to her. "Guess I should be getting you home now, before they send the hounds after you."

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Tears rimmed her eyes and she bite her lip to keep them from falling. She debated walking home, not that she’d make it all the way home without calling Benji or Max for a ride, but at least she could be alone for a while and cry without having to put on the happy façade.

"You okay? They finally noticed the princess didn't come home to the castle last night?" he asked and she quickly pulled herself together, taking a breath and turning to him with a smirk on her lips. "Guess I should be getting you home now, before they send the hounds after you." she laughed, though it was fake, but he wouldn’t know that.

“Yeah, you could say that.” She smiled “But, they won’t be sending the hounds after me.” She shrugged “They’ll send them after my kidnapper.” She teased leaning in and kissing his lips.

She walked around to the passenger side of the car and waited for him to get in. Once they were on the road she feed him directions of how to get to her house. She wasn’t exactly sure what she’d say. She hoped no one would see him drop her off, but that was highly unlikely.

As soon as they pulled up to the house, her stomach turned and she felt sick. Max stood at the top of the staircase lend against the pillar. Dressed in his ridiculously expensive suite, smoking one of his imported cigars. She fought a shiver but it was no use because she was terrified of what he was going to do when they were alone.

“Thanks for last night.” She whispered as the car came to a stop. She desperately want to lean over and kiss him one last time but she couldn’t so instead she just got out of the car quickly and headed up the stairs towards Max, but she didn’t stop she walked past him without a word. She hoped Ryan was home, because she knew her mother would be at the studio. Hell even if Jason was there it would be better than nothing, but she had a bad feeling no one was home.

“Where the fuck, have you been?” Max said slamming the door behind him and she closed her eyes, taking a breath.

“Out.” She said simply. “Isn’t that what you always tell me when I ask you that same damn question.” She breathed, fighting back like she always did, dreading what was coming next.

He grabbed her roughly, spinning her to face him and she glared at him. His hand came around her throat and he tightened his grip, but she didn’t show her fear, she just clenched her jaw and fought back tears.

“Fucking that guy that dropped you off?” he hissed. “You’re a little whore, like your mother.” He smirked dangerously, blowing smoke in her face. “Get up stairs, so I can make you forget that guy.” He said pressing his lips to her roughly and she closed her eyes letting only one tear fall. He pulled away dropping his hand from her neck. “Why are you crying. Get used to it baby, your mine.” He said leaning in dangerously close and she could smell the alcohol on his breath and his eyes were dilated which meant he was on something.

She nodded as she turned around heading up stairs to her room and he followed behind her. She hated him so bad and now all she wanted was to be with Mark again, she’d give anything for one more night.




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He wasn’t sure she’d say yes. After all it was a party on the upper east side of New York, or so he assumed. Those were the kind of parties where the girls wore designer jeans and the guys drove decked out hummers. It was far from his side of town and he wouldn’t fit in at all, so if she didn’t want him to go he could understand and he’d probably just give her the drugs and count his loses.

"Shit." her voice brought him from his thoughts. "I can't believe I'm doing this..." he matched her smirk as they locked eyes. "Fuck the money, keep whatever you make. Driving Jason crazy is all I need." he nodded. If pissing off her boyfriend and drugs was all she wanted, those were his two specialties.

“You’re got princess.” He winked “Why don’t I take you home, so you can slip into something sexy and I’ll go get your drugs.” He said sliding his phone across the table. “Put your number in it.” He wasn’t asking. “I’m going to go get a car.” He smirked.

He stood up heading into his room and pulling on a shirt before going to Tyler and talking him into letting him borrow his car. It had taken a lot of persuading and a ton of drugs, but he’d eventually got the keys and made his way back to Ryan.

“Alright, babe.” He said grabbing her and pulling her up from her seat, pressing his lips to hers. “Let’s go see that big ass mansion of yours.” He smirked as they headed down to the car.




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“You’ve got it princess.” He winked and she smirked and rolled her eyes. “Why don’t I take you home, so you can slip into something sexy and I’ll go get your drugs.” He said and slid his phone across the table to her. “Put your number in it.” He practically ordered her and she picked it up. “I’m going to go get a car.” He smirked.

Ryan nodded and sighed. She couldn't believe what she was doing. She knew pretty much nothing about Spencer except for the fact that he was a drug dealer who slept with a lot of girls and threw trashy parties and that didn't exactly sound like someone she should be spending her time with. But she pushed the thoughts aside because she liked the way she felt around him. She didn't feel perfect. She didn't feel like the Queen bee. She felt like herself, she felt dangerous and reckless and she liked that feeling. So she put her number in his phone and glanced up as he came back to her at the table.

“Alright, babe.” He said, pulling her to her feet and pressing his lips against hers, making her smirk against them and kiss him back. “Let’s go see that big ass mansion of yours.” She laughed and grabbed her purse, which had her dress and phone and whatnot in it, before following him out to the car and getting in the passenger seat. She was still in just his shirt, and she knew if she showed up home that way, her mother would murder her, so she silently prayed she was at the studio, not home.




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“Yeah, you could say that.” She smiled and he could tell something was up, but he didn't ask. “But, they won’t be sending the hounds after me.” She shrugged and he raised his eyebrows at her. “They’ll send them after my kidnapper.” She teased as she leaned in and he chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her and she kissed him, smirking against her lips.

He watched her walk to the passenger side of the car before he sighed and went to his side, starting the car and pulling into the road. She have him directions to her place, and he whistled when they pulled up because there was no word to describe the place but mansion. It was enormous, and, though he'd seen places like it, and even been in his uncles place, he could never even dream of owning one.

There was a man out front, and, judging by the way he was looking at them, Mark could tell she was his and that made him glance at her. “Thanks for last night.” She whispered and he nodded, wanting to kiss her, but with the way the man on the steps was watching them, somehow, he knew it would get her in trouble so he didn't. Just watched as she went inside before driving home.

Back at his apartment, Mark was fumbling with his keys when his phone rang and he pulled it out. Shit. It was Karin. His bitchy, rich cousin. Her father was his father's brother and Mark had never really liked the Person family much because Mr. Person was his uncle, his only family, but, after his father had been sent to prison, instead of taking him in, he let him to through the foster care for years.

He didn't branch out and try to help him until he was already eighteen, and that pissed him off. But since he'd moved back to New York, Karin seemed to think she could call him whenever she wanted with favors and her father kept trying to give him money, clearly trying to make himself feel better.

Mark wanted to hang up the phone, but instead, he cursed and answered. "What do you want Karin?" He practically spat.

"Look, Marcus, I'm not an idiot. I know you hate me." She started and that made him pause in unlocking the door, raising his eyebrows.

"Then why are you always calling me? Don't you have some shopping to do or something?" He asked.

"Because I need a favor! I would ask my brother to do it, but he's useless to me because I can't find him or get ahold of him, so it's up to you." Mark rolled his eyes and finally forced his door open.

"I just found him." He said simply, raising his eyebrows at the sight he'd just walked in on. There were beer bottles all over the floor and residue still lying around from the party the other night, but that wasn't a big deal. What was shocking was the fact that Winni had pulled out the pull out couch and was passed out on it with a guy. Benji Person. Karin's brother and his cousin.

He rolled his eyes and sighed. Closing the door kind of harshly, causing Winni to startle awake, though she rolled over to try and sleep again and he just walked through the living room into his bedroom, closing the doors. He'd deal with them later. "What do you need?"

"I need you to do me a favor and get me as much booze as you can." She said and he sighed as he sat on the edge of his bed and rubbed his face with his hand. "I told my friend to get some, but she's kind of saintly, so I'm not sure she'll get enough and I know you can get good stuff. I'm throwing a birthday party tonight and I need booze. There will be lots of slutty girls there for you cuz, and I'll pay you heavily, please?"

"What is this, your fourth birthday party this year?" He asked and rolled his eyes. "Aren't you like, seventeen? You want me to get a shit ton of booze so my seventeen year old cousin can turn seventeen for the fourth time this year and get her and all her underaged friends shit faced?"

"It's not for me. It's for my cat. It's her birthday. And we won't all be underaged." She said quickly.

"You don't have a cat Karin, you have a dog." He corrected her.

"Well then it's her birthday."

Mark smirked. "His."

"Whatever Mark, will you do it or not?" She snapped, starting to sound frustrated and he smirked.

"Fine, whatever, tell your dog I said happy birthday." He said, hanging up the phone and flopping back onto the bed with a groan.