Shailene Lehman's Story

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Chocolate brown eyes stared dircectly into hazel eyes.

"Shay..."

"Hmm?"

"This is me, noticing you staring," he told her and Shailene peered at him rather seriously over her chai tea latte. After a long match of tennis against his parents, the two had finally drudged up enough energy to leave one of the many Arsenault mansions in favor of the French Quarter Restaurant in West Hollywood. Shailene had been spending the last week and a half with the Arsenault family, especially considering no one had actually been at their bigger mansion over in Arizona. The two had barely been without the other, much to Chadwick's earlier chagrin. He almost complained about her deciding to drag him along to a few photo shoots, but surmised that this was Shay's way of dealing with his senior year. Not like she couldn't have graduated a year earlier if she had just taken the classes necessary to do so, but he wasn't going to bring that up.

So, instead, he sucked it up and spent as much time with Shailene as possible. Which technicaly meant practically howling over the fact that she broke the nose of one of her fellow supermodels. The girl had been coming on to Chadwick and while Shailene had no particular romantic feelings for him, her protectiveness and possessiveness came out when the girl tried her patience. The woman had been adamant that Chad would give in, to which he responded as nicely and apprropirately as he could. Yet, despite his coming to the film festival in Monte Carlo with Shay as Shay's escort, the other model practically ignored her presence altogether and even went so low as to suggest that she was, for lack of better terms, better than Shailene. She also became touchy-feely and well, so did Shay. She just so happened to use her fists.

Either way, after that incident, they had made their way back to LA with little to no problems since the attack hadn't actually occurred on camera. They had spent a good amount of time walking through Hollywood, visiting Richard's beach house (it was definitely more of a mansion, but Shay wasn't going to be picky), and now getting ready to return to school tomorrow. As lazy as the two were, the managed to garner enough energy to play a nice little competitive round of tennis with Chadwick's parents, which turned into three rounds and an initially fuming Shailene. After all, who the hell liked swinging a racket around anyway? It was exhausting. They got themselves together, though. Shailene got dressed in a daring white dress beneath a kimono and paired it with her wedge sandals. While it took her longer to actually decide on things, Chadwick had already been downstairs, dressed, and making reservations for the restaurant. Now, they sat across from one another with a very enthusiastic smile pulling at the corners of Shailene's mouth.

"What color are you wearing to Izzy's party?" She asked in a surprisingly quiet voice, although he detected the underlying excitement that rankled just below the calm. Chadwick chuckled and took a sip of his mimosa.

"Are you trying to dress me again?" He inquired. A strand of dark hair fell into her left eye and Shailene swiped it back, patting the feathery mesh back. To his surprise and delight, she had decided to let the humidity do what it will with her hair and didn't straighten it the other day, allowing her natural curl pattern to show. For the moment, she had some of it gathered at the back of her head while the rest fell down her back in a gratuitous waterfall of tight and luscious curls with strands framing her face. Chadwick didn't say it often, but he preferred this style.

"Would you let me?" Chadwick grimaced at the thought.

He didn't doubt Shailene's ability to dress him. Over the summer, she had gained nearly two thousand more followers and garnered an extra hundred clients on her website, which only meant that her line would be successful long before she got to college. She had dressed him once before and his outfit, though not particularly his style, had been pretty decent and very well close to it. The problem had been his mother. She loved it so much, he got more clothes than he would have ever wanted. And let's be clear - Chadwick was not a fan of clothes, trying them on, or even shopping. So, no, he wouldn't let her dress him again. Not if it meant that again. Hell no, he thought.

"What color would you have me wear?" Chad finally asked, which happened to be the million dollar question because the smile that formed on her face seemed to have made the sun glare brightly into the room. Shailene pushed her plate forward then to place her elbows on the table elegantly, hands pressed beneath her chin. Her half-eaten vegetable omlette sit forgotten.

"I was thinking yellow," she told him and Chadwick was very quick to make a face. She pouted. "Don't make that face, it'll be so cute. It's going to be nice and bright against your skin and you'll be a tease. All the girls will be all over you." Chadwick deadpanned.

"You know I hate that color, Shay." She pouted. He sighed. "You're not going to leave this alone, are you?" Shailene simply pouted even more, if that was possible. Chad could only sigh again, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. "Fine. But it's only a shirt and it better be in my closet because I'm not - "

"Already done and on your bed with a pair of swim trunks," she finished with a small squeal and a clap of her hands. Internally, Chadwick wanted to smile. Despite how much more serious she can be when compared to someone like Alessandra, Shailene genuinely had a child deep inside her that was partly needy and had an eccentric energy that only few could bring out. He happened to be one of this few. "It's going to be great. You'll be a tease and all precious and such."

"Uh huh, sure. Are we done here?" Chadwick inquired, calling to the waiter and instructed the male to put it on his tab. Rolling her eyes, Shailene slid from her stool and neatly straightened out the hem of her dress, which fell to the middle of her thighs.

"Don't be a baby, love. I would never set you up," she swore and linked arms with Chadwick once he set down a tip. Smirking down at her, he led his best friend out just as a thought struck her. "I should probably see what Allie is doing or, wearing, for that matter." She whipped out her phone and sent out a text.

To: Alessandra
Shopping?

Buzz Buzz
Buzz Buzz Buzz
A blonde girl groaned and snaked her hand out of her sheets. She knocked over a gold skull and a tall candle in the process.
"Fuuuck " She groaned deeply.
She finally grabbed the phone and put it up to her ear. " Hello?" She said groggily. Her naturally raspy voice deepened into a bed voice and she cleared her voice loudly.
"Honey it's me", the voice said into the phone. Honey scowled at the phone but let them keep talking. "You know Crystal, your assistant?". Oh year Crystal, that chick her producer was dating. Honey made a noise of agreement so she continued. "Umm Yesterday you told me to wake you up so you could go to your friends pool party?"

Honey jolted awake and glanced at her phone's clock. " Shit!" She cursed, hanging up the phone. She quickly walked to her bathroom and took a hot shower. After taking care of her hygiene, she slipped on a black string bikini, with her high waisted super short shorts, and a crop top. She brushed her hair down to her waist, slicked on some waterproof mascara and some waterproof eyeliner, and lip stain. She eyed her outfit in a full length mirror, then when she was sufficiently satisfied she puckered up her lips at herself. She took a few selfies and posted them to Instagram. She glanced at her clock again. Then slipped out of her room and into the hallway. She tripped a little on some toys and scowled.

As she passed the kitchen she left a note on the fridge that said they needed to clean up the toys. She slipped on her wedges and big sunglasses as she got in the elevator. She crossed her arms over her ample chest and put up her "Don't talk to me" voice. Though apparently it wasn't good enough because a guy walked into the elevator and smiled at her. "Hey, your that singer that lives in the penthouse right?"

She gave him a fake smile and raised her eyebrows. He grinned at her. She slipped headphones in so he wouldn't talk to her again. Luckily he got off at the first floor so she didn't have to worry about him stalking her to car or something. She quickly walked to her Mercedes Benz G Class and hopped inside. Before she pulled out a phone she sent out a group message



Just as she sent that she noticed the guy from before looking at her. She squinted her eyes to look at him closer. Sure enough it was him. She pulled out her phone and quickly wrote a tweet.


She quickly pulled off and sped out the parking lot. Great now she was driving with nowhere to go. Now what?

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"Don't give me that look," Shailene threw at Chadwick as they pulled up into the Arsenault estate. Chadwick, meanwhile, chuckled and shook his head in amusement.

After all, since when did Alessandra Ambrosia not want to shop? Which really shouldn't have been Shay's question, now that she considered it, but still. She couldn't help it. Some part of her was still growing used to the idea of having as much money as she did and while she was enthusiastic about fashion and shopping like her friend, she wasn't always keen on spending money. There had always been several shopping trips that included Shay buying things as simple as jewelry and that being the end of that story. And with the party only a few hours away, Shay would have thought Allie would have been found some epically stunning outfit for the event!

"I'm not judging you." She glowered in response.

"Says the person who's rocking his judgy face," she countered with a small growl. Chadwick laughed lightly and stepped out of his vehciel, hurrying over to Shailene's side to open his door. After all, what kind of world would they be in if Chadwick Arsenault wasn't being a gentleman? "By the way, what are you doing to be doing while I'm out with the girls?" He shrugged, leaning against the side of his father's red XKR Jaguar.

"Probably going to see this outfit you've picked out and take it with me to see if Isaiah needs any help." Shay nodded idly and pulled out her cell, sending a quick text to both Allie and Catalina.

To: Cat
Going shopping w/ Allie. Not sure how u feel about that D:

To: Allie
How foolish of me! Meet u there :D

"Well, I just text the girls that I'll meet them there. Think your Dad will mind me borrowing the car?" A dark eyebrow rose before Chadwick smirk.

"You're like, his other daughter. Pretty sure he'd feel honored if you drove."

"Lucky me," she exclaimed, noting the underlying sarcasm in her friend's voice and snatching the key from his grasp. "Try not to miss me too much, love."

"Yeah, whatever. You try to keep Allie from trying to buy the whole store, again." Chadwick called over her shoulder as she took to climbing into the driver's side and turning on the engine to drown his voice out. Smirking, Shailene slid on her Chanel shades and pulled out. Smirking, Chad brought out his phone and text Isaiah, turning to walk back inside the house.

To: Izzy
I'm bored. Need any help?

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Honey was scrowling through her instagram timeline when Shay's text popped up. She had decided it was probably a stupid idea to just drive around aimlessly so she just stopped by a Jamba Juice and bought a smoothie. Shopping? She scrunched her nose in disapproval.They went shopping all the time and don't get her wrong she loved to shop but she hated just going to go. Like if there was a new Fall line out she'd go but that wasn't until two more weeks and she already bought all the fall previews she could get her hands on. "I might as well just head to Izzy's house" She murmured to herself.



She was walking out the store when she spotted the Papz. She pulled her sunglasses on and tied her hair up in a ponytail before briskly walking to her SUV. Once inside she let her hair down and pushed the sunglasses into her hair. She reached for her purse and applied some more lips stain in a maroon color before pulling off

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About thirty minutes later she pulled up in front of Izz's house. She groaned when she saw that he wasn't there. "Guess I'll entertain myself" She said pulling out her phone. One post caught her eye. Some girl talking about how it was a streetlight party. "What the hell? ". But then she saw more and more posts. She sighed as she looked down at her green crop top then turned around and pawed through her backseat praying she'd find a yellow bikini top or a tank or something, anything really. Unfortunately she didn't wear yellow she didn't even like yellow. So the search was fruitless. She opened her door and dangled her tanned long legs out the side and leaned her head against her chair. There really was no option but to wait now. Hopefully Izzy had a shirt she could slip on or something.

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After texting Alessandra that she was at the mall, Shailene parked and hurried into the store, sighing to herself when she heard the flash of a few cameras. You would think after years in this one profession that the paparazzi would at least attempt to be subtle, but she wouldn't pay them any mind. She didn't bother texting Cat back, she would do it later. After all, she hadn't actually expected her friend to come. Her Allie's interactions were a hit-or-miss. On some days, the two could get along, on another, they were too much for either to handle. Shay slid her shades off when she entered the building, not exactly sure where to go. She could go into Solistice, but didn't she already own nearly fifty pairs of shades already. The obsession began when she was a around seven and she loved seeing the older celebrities rocking sunglasses of varying sizes. In her hands currently was a pair from Chanel that she remembered Beyoncé had worn back in the early 2000s, though Shay's were definitely more modern and personalized. Sighing again, she headed over to Starbucks.

"Grande Passion Tango tea, thanks," she said, slid her card, and waited for her drink. After getting a text from Chadwick stating that he would probably go in another color (whatever his dislike for the color yellow was unfounded and hardly unfair since it would do him justice, but again, she wouldn't pay it any mind or argue. It wasn't like she had actually expected him to listen to her.), Shay wandered aimlessly through the large shopping center, first stopping in Solistice against her better judgment. She sipped at her fruity tea idly and ended up buying about four more pairs of shades, which she would undoubtedly feel bad about later. But now wasn't the time to care. She had to kill time waiting for her friends and after wandering a bit more aimlessly, she headed over to Beach Bunny Swimwear to check out bathing suits.

She was still trying to decide if she was opting for a bikini or one-piece. There were always sexy one-pieces and bikinis were nice yes, and they showed off her tummy which she definitely yummy in her eyes, but which was the move she was willing to make? Steering clear of the raunchier selections (she liked sensual, yes, but taste was definitely was a requirement), Shay's eyes landed on a sexy little number and she hurried up to text Alessandra.

To: Allie
Where r u!? I think I found the 1!!

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To: Isaiah
Five minutes out. Be there soon.

After first sending a text to Shailene about her never dressing him again (there was nothing wrong with the outfit, he just really hated the color and well, the shorts were a joke and they both knew it), Chad had thrown another outfit together and put it in his duffle bag along with two extra towels in case Shay forgot her own, which she had always been liable to do. He would deal with the yellow for now, but he knew himself well enough to know that the color was just not his favorite. It was too bright. Shay would joke that it was just him trying to dress "as dark as his soul" or whatever bullshit line she would try to feed him, but it was whatever. He would wear her little outfit. But the second he was ready, he would put something else on. So, he changed. Finished with that, he had jogged lightly down the spiral staircase to see his Dad on his phone.

"Heading out, probably won't be back until later," he said over his shoulder with a wave and headed out. Not in the mood to have another one of their cars out and about in LA, Chad went instead to his bike collection and chose his 2014 Honda. Most people, it seemed, liked to believe that his bike collection consisted mainly of those one needled to pedal, which baffled him. Chad was, simply put, a fan of bikes. All bikes. He even had a few dirt bikes. Strapping on his helmet, he revved the bike up and zoomed out of the garage, following the long road to the mansion's gates before speeding down the way to get the highway. He was a good ten minutes away from Isaiah's new place when he decided to send his text to Izzy. At a red light, GPS had shown him a shorter route and after a quick U-turn, Chad found himself on Izzy's street. Putting his phone back in his pocket, he slowly found his friend's new crib and parked nearby.

When he walked up, he already noticed one person there and smiled.

"Hey, Linnae. Did he answer yet?"

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Honey raised her perfectly arched eyebrows as she heard the knock at the door. " Well somebody's here. " She opened the door and spotted a pretty blonde girl and a very attractive head of curls. She stepped outside and turned to Linnaea first and flashed her a smile. "Linn, took you long enough " She said with a grin. She gave the girl a quick hug, easily surrounding her in her signature spicy vanilla scent. She then turned to Chad and, after taking a deep breath and quickly reminding herself that she was Honey fucking Perez, gave him a grin. "Hey big daddy Chaddy", she said teasingly. She let out a rare genuine smile that made her eyes squint but quickly regained control of it. She glanced down at her chest and bit her dark red lips " It didn't seem like a good idea to combine a yellow top and yellow skin"She explained even though she really didn't have to.

Honey Perez wasn't cute. She was one of the youngest sex icons in years. People were calling her the new Bridgette Bardot. Get it together, she chastised herself. She walked ahead while biting down a smile, before turning around "We need to get some stuff out the trunk " She explained over her shoulder. She approached his trunk and stood on her tiptoes to lift it up. This caused her back to arch and her blonde hair to tumble down her back. Rather than pull out the hatch she leaned in regrettably giving her peers a pretty enviable view of the butt she spent weeks toning. She couldn't hold back the blush that spread through her dark skin. She held two bottles of Vodka close to her chest and briskly walked back to the house. She set the bottles on the counter before pulling out her phone.



She then walked back to the door so she could hold it open as they brought things in. That and so she could watch Chad's cute little touche bring stuff in.

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As Shailene continued to browse through the selection of bathing suits and bikinis while sipping her cool hibiscus tea, she had glanced back at her phone to see another text from Chad. He was with Linnaea, Cat, and Isaiah. Which was good. It meant he was in good company, which would definitely pass the time. And knowing Izzy, he'd put to Chad to work without fail. Smirking, she had tucked her phone away when she heard her name being called and smiled when she saw Jas. Her eyebrows rose for a moment when Jas told her that she would be informing Allie of Shailene's presence.

"I thought I text her, oh well, let them know," she said softly, eyeing a cute little red number before remembering that she was going to wear green or yellow. These were the decisions she had made. She positively tittered under Jas's gaze when the newly-dyed blonde noted her Solistice bag. Grinning, Shay clutched the bag to herself. "Before you judge me, remember that I am your friend and you love me and as my friend, you know I love shades. And they were on sale, love! How could I resist?" Knowing that Allie would be on her way soon, Shay drank some more of her tea, still wondering about the cute little green number that she could definitely see herself wearing under one of her many kimonos.

When Allie and Aaliyah - what was this? Attack of the As? - arrived, she smiled at her friends, looking up from the wide selection to greet them. "Hey, loves! I took Chad's dad's car and dropped Chad back at the house. He's helping Izzy." She answered first before deciding to grab a hold of the bikini. "Richard and mom are still on vacation, so I've been staying with him. What do you guys think?" She inquired, holding up the top and bottom.

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Still holding the boxes, Chadwick adjusted his weight somewhat and laughed at Isaiah's commentary about his wardrobe. He offered a "What do you think?" over his shoulder. He set the boxes down before deciding to set down his duffel bag. It would be in the way anyway. Besides, it made things feel a little heavier. Chad straightened himself before glancing back at his friend.

He didn't feel particularly embarrassed about his relationship with Shailene, despite the relentless teasing from their friends. Their dynamic had been confusing from the beginning. They were close, much like a real couple, but he had always only thought of Shay as his sister. Maybe once did he entertain the prospects of a relationship with Shailene; she was beautiful, intelligent, and had enough sass and kindness in her that kept her appealing. She could be flirty one day and well, sweet and almost childish another, but that was just who she was. And it was appealing, yes, and any guy that settled for his best friend would be the luckiest person in the world because her loyalty and love was insurmountable. But that was all she was - his best friend. And as long as he was aware of that and she was aware of that, anyone else could say whatever they wanted. It didn't change anything. Besides, it kept guys like Ricardo Slim- Helú away from her, at least as far as he was concerned.

"And sorry about that. Shay has Dad's car, so I took one of the bikes. Just came back from breakfast." With that said, he headed back to the truck to grab a few more boxes.

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Shailene giggled at Alessandra's expression. She couldn't help herself today. She had been single for nearly six months. Her last stint was with a male model and it was really more of a contractual relationship; she helped him gain more recognition and land an acting role, he made her look good. It was mutually beneficial and while there were no romantic feelings really involved, the companionship had been welcomed. However, that was over and this was her junior year. She would never give it up to just anyone...well, she wouldn't think about that, but she definitely didn't want to not have fun. Sure, she loved trying to set Chad up or mess with Cat and the others when they had crushes. But damn it, it was about time she had a little fun too!

"Wouldn't you like to know," she retorted to Alessandra's inquiry and a brighter smile was just beginning to form on her face because of Jasmine's response when Aaliyah cut in. The queen bee pretty much dashed her hopes to enjoy the bikini, which she actually liked for its simplicity. Everyone knew that Shailene had a pretty gorgeous figure. Hell, it had been on too many magazine covers and in too many other photos not to be admired. She was one of the most sought after cheerleaders at HHS. Even if the bikini had looked bland to Aaliyah, if Shailene actually walked into the party with it - her figure would more than make up for it! However, she smiled just slightly for Aaliyah's pride, remembering that this was her friend and that patience was a virtue. She almost scowled when Aaliyah took it upon herself to find a more 'suitable' bikini.

Yeah, if I was going for desperate prepubescent, she thought in response to Aaliyah's suggestion. The bikini itself wasn't that bad, she knew. It was bright and playful, which would definitely be playing on Shailene's more playful side. But it also was a way of Aaliyah, as if Aaliyah didn't do this on a regular basis to everyone, downplaying Shailene's ability to dress herself and needing to have control over the girls. She's your friend, Shailene reminded herself before smiling thoughtfully, raking her eyes the swimwear in the blond's hands. Besides, these were her girls. She didn't need any drama in their circle.

"I like the first top better. It'll let the girls shine," she replied, grinned conspiratorially and put her selection back in favor of the one in Aaliyah's hands. It could work, she thought. She just needed a good enough cover-up, which had her gesturing at that selection. "What do you guys think I should put over it? And what colors are everyone wearing?"

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