Realistic or Modern ❝ 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ❞

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private roleplay b/w constellation & christy

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muse a ( constellation ) is from a prestigious royal family and is a perfect gentleman in the eyes of the media but a total bad boy behind closed doors. muse b ( christy ) is a student from another country studying abroad who is very into her studies and exploring her new temporary home. one night muse b is convinced to go out to a bar with her roommate and it just so happens that muse a is also partying there with his friends. immediately muse a wants to get muse b’s attention and is dead set on taking her home. muse b shoots him down and leaves with her friend because the bar scene isn’t really her thing. muse a becomes obsessed with her and getting to know her to the point where he starts donating to her school and making appearances there just to find her and talk to her. eventually muse b gives him a chance and is thrown into the life of the royals and has to learn about a whole new way of life. she’s often followed by cameras and nosy townsfolk and it all becomes too much and she doesn’t know if she can do it anymore but muse a is so in love with her at that point and he begs her to stay with him and there are so many possibilities.

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[constellation]

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[div class=container][div class=title]alejandro delgado

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[/div][div class=info][div class=insideinfo][div class=tag]mood.[/div] slightly annoyed + surprised but very interested [div class=tag]location.[/div] club azure [div class=tag]outfit.[/div] [ click - without suit jacket ] [div class=tag]interaction.[/div] his friends , the bartender , margo [ christy ][/div][/div] [div class=textbox][div class=insidetextbox]The night was still young and had only begun for Alexander and his friends. The bar was surrounded by people, hundreds of conversations told in loud voices, all of them competing with the rock music that dominated the atmosphere. Meanwhile, the crowd on the dancefloor was young and energetic, full of university students for the most part. Seated at one of the curved booths amongst his group of friends was Alex. The table was covered with small, empty shot glasses and the typical condiments you’d find at a nightclub. Though despite how busy the boys seemed to have been, Alex was bored out of his mind. Sure, it was all fun and games when they first got there, downing shots and joking around, but almost two hours had passed and it was usually around this time that he’d find a lucky girl to dance with or even talk to. Yet, nobody seemed to spark his interest or catch his eye. A small sigh escaped Alex’s lips as he sat, staring into the crowd of dancers having way much more fun than he was. Finally, he decided to make a move and change his scenario. ”I’m getting a refill,” he informed his friends, loud and clear, over the music. ”Anyone want anything?” Levi, one of Alex’s oldest friends, instantly grinned and raised his glass before he cheered, ”More shots!" Instantly, the other’s responded and joined in with loud hollers of encouragement. Alex let out a deep chuckle, shaking his head before he grabbed his glass, got up from the couch and headed towards the bar, nudging through the crowd. Alex got to the bar in no time, his eyes hunting down for the bartender as he leaned against it. They shared eye contact for a few moments, and the woman raised her finger at him, letting him know that she’d be a minute. He simply nodded back in response and turned to look at the dancing crowd to keep himself occupied, or more or less keep an eye out for any pretty girls. For a split-second, he caught himself staring at a beautiful young brunette and when she stared back, he shot her a small grin which she happily returned – but when the bartender approached him, Alex quickly put his order down for twelve shots and brought his attention back to the girl in the crowd. But with no luck, he lost her and she was nowhere to be found. ”Shit,” he mumbled under his breath, his eyes still scanning the dancefloor as he rubbed the back of his neck. He ruined the one opportunity to have some fun to order drinks for his friends and did he forget to mention that he was paying for them? Just the fine perks of being a rich prince. The bartender placed his twelve shots on a tray in front of Alex and in return, he told her to place it on his tab. Lord knows how much he and his friends would be drinking that night. He grabbed the tray carefully and began making his way back to his booth, manoeuvring through the people and praying that he doesn’t spill the drinks. That was the last thing he needed right now. Though Alex couldn’t help but search with his eyes for the brunette female he’d shared a moment with and his need to approach her had increased drastically. It was like nobody wanted Alex to enjoy his night, because a second ago, he had twelve perfectly fine shots on his tray and now – nothing. Instead, they soaked the shirt of a blonde female. ”Holy shit,” Alex called out in surprise as he studied the now incredibly wet, but cute girl and let the situation sink in. His head clearly was not screwed on right today and suddenly, he was scaring all the girls away instead of attracting them. ”I am so sorry, here-” he set the tray down on the closest table to them, and grabbed whatever napkin he could find to offer her.[/div][/div] [/div][/div]

 

[christy]

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[div class=name]margo fitzpatrick

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bored.
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club azure.
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click.
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alex ( constellation ). [/div] [/div]

"Remind me again why I agreed to this?" Margo asked her roommate, doing her best to speak up over the music.

Parties had never really been Margo's scene. Sure, she'd been known to go to one or two, if it was hosted by people she knew and it was relatively mellow, but frat parties were places she never step foot in, and going out to a bar at night? Almost unheard of for Margo. But ever since befriending and moving in with Blaire, Margo had found herself doing and trying things she'd never done or tried before.

One such thing was going clubbing.

Initially, she hadn't even been sure what to wear. She wasn't a very flashy person — partly because she also didn't own many flashy clothes. Margo wholeheartedly believed in comfort over visual appeal, so she dressed the way she usually did when she went out somewhere — a sleeveless t shirt, shorts and a pair of combat boots. Blaire had come home from class to find her dressed that way and immediately insisted on lending her a dress, but they'd managed to compromise. Margo would get to wear what she already had on if Blaire was allowed to put on a little makeup for her, and do her hair.

Margo regretted agreeing to the compromise as soon as the terms had been set, but once Blaire was actually done with her, applying just a little eye-liner, some nude lip-gloss, and leaving her hair open and swept to one side, Margo had to admit that Blaire certainly had a skill. It wasn't so bad. And while Margo would not sport this look every day, it was nice for just the night. Embrace change, right? That's why she was in this foreign country, and she was loving it there so far.

"Because we came to an agreement," Blaire told her, a playful grin on her face. "Now come on. Stop sticking to the bar counter. Let's go dance."

Margo's immediate response was to shake her head in denial. She loved to dance, of course. Just not in clubs, surrounded by strangers.

"Alright, well if you're not coming, you can stay here and wait for the drinks. But it's going to be boring," Blaire called out in a sing-song voice as she moved away from Margo and toward the center of the dance floor where her boyfriend, Ethan, beckoned for her to join him.

Margo merely smiled to herself and watched the two of them for a moment before taking in her surroundings. It sure was boring near the bar counter. She thought she might feel differently if she had a drink in her system, but just getting a drink was hard, when there were tons of other people at the counter and Margo could barely see past them to meet the bartender's gaze with her height. Maybe a dance wouldn't be so bad. She had to let herself go more. And it's not like she didn't like dancing. She just had to ignore the fact that there were a bunch of strangers dancing around her. They didn't matter, as long as she was having fun, right?

So, taking up Blaire's advice, Margo left the bar counter to try and find her friend so she could join her. She didn't make it very far though, because as she struggled to push through the crowd, someone bumped into her, and suddenly, her shirt was soaked — and it reeked of alcohol.

"Shit," Margo cursed under her breath and looked down at her shirt — for once, she was glad that clubs were relatively dimly lit, because a soaked white shirt did little to hide what was underneath. "As if I needed another reason to regret coming here tonight," Margo thought aloud as she accepted the tissues from the guy that bumped into her. Because she was so worried about her top, and the sticky feeling she now had, she hadn't taken the time to look up and actually see who spilled their drinks all over her.

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[/div][div class=info][div class=insideinfo][div class=tag]mood.[/div] feeling kind + curious [div class=tag]location.[/div] club azure [div class=tag]outfit.[/div] [ click - without suit jacket ] [div class=tag]interaction.[/div] margo [ christy ] , levi[/div][/div] [div class=textbox][div class=insidetextbox]It wasn’t hard for Alex to figure out instantly that the blonde before him did not want to be here. If anything, from what he could make out in the diminish light as he gazed her up and down while she attempted to clean herself off with the napkins, she didn’t fit the club atmosphere. Her outfit was so… simple. While all the other females were dressed in revealing, short dresses and skirts, she chose the most basic outfit in history – a pair of shorts and a plain tank top. Alex had to admit that there was nothing sexy or alluring about her, though she was pretty from what he could distinguish. He had to give her that. Something about this girl caught his eye and it was the only thing preventing him from walking away right then and there. ”I am so sorry,” Alex once again iterated to catch the girl’s attention – which despite everything, she still had yet to even acknowledge the male. But, of course, he anticipated it. He, too, would have hated to be soaked in alcohol, especially when the majority of the clothes he wore were pricey and sometimes designer. Though that was the least of his concerns right now. ”Listen,” he stepped closer to the blonde, raising his voice so that she could hear him over the music. ”I have a jacket back at my table that you can wear.” Before he could let her respond, however, Alex placed his hands on her shoulder, turning her around one-eighty degrees and guiding her small frame towards his booth. Not entirely sure why he chose to help her, a complete stranger, but he did anyway. Alex didn’t stop completely at his booth, but a few feet beside it so that his friends wouldn’t bombard him with questions about his newfound. ”Stay here,” he instructed, letting her go to grab his jacket from where he was previously sat at. "Dude, where the hell have you been?" Levi questioned, his eyebrows furrowed, though Alex had a feeling that he was only asking because he turned up empty handed. ”Long line at the bar. I gotta take a leak, I’ll be back.” was all that Alex replied before he strolled off once again. With his jacket now in his hand, he returned back to the blonde and motioned for her to take it. One less jacket wasn’t going to harm him anyway and he liked to think that he was giving it away for the greater good. After all, it was his fault that he hadn’t been paying attention to where he was going. That brunette was really causing him a headache today. ”Here,” he spoke, ”It might be a little big, but it’s better than staying in that.” He indicated at her still very soaked shirt with his head once he finished his sentence, casually sliding his free hand into his trouser pocket. ”Also – I never got your name.” Alex added on with a small friendly grin on his face, hoping to at least get to know the girl a little before they'd have to part ways. That was the least she could do while he happily lent her his jacket. ”I’m Alex.”[/div][/div] [/div][/div]

 

[christy]

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[div class=name]margo fitzpatrick

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annoyed but also curious.
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club azure.
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click.
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alex ( constellation ). [/div] [/div]

Margo continued to dab at her shirt, but a bunch of tissues wasn't going to fix her problem and magically dry her shirt completely. She was just itching to go home now and get out of her damp clothes. One drink might have been a different case, but she was pretty sure this guy had been carrying a bunch of shot glasses when the two of them clashed, and since he was no longer holding any glasses, she was pretty sure the contents of all of them were now along the front of her shirt.

She glanced up briefly when he spoke, apologising again, and it was only then that she finally took in the appearance of the guy who spilled his drinks on her. He was good looking, no doubt, but Margo was still a little annoyed from being doused in alcohol. She had known that the night wouldn't go too well from the moment she left the house. She'd heard enough stories about bars and clubs to know that they weren't her scene, and this just confirmed it for her.

Margo was about to speak and say that she was just going to leave, when he moved in closer and offered to get her his jacket. "That's really not—" She didn't get the chance to finish whatever she had been about to say though, because he took the liberty of steering her in another direction, toward where she assumed he had his jacket kept. Okay, fine. Maybe it'll feel better and less exposing with a jacket on.

They came to a stop, and she was instructed to remain where she was, but Margo was thinking that it was becoming too much of a hassle. "It's fine, forget—" Once again, before she could finish her sentence, he was off, disappearing into the crowd. She might have been able to see where he was going if she was a few inches taller, but that certainly was never going to happen. So, Margo waited, perhaps a little impatiently because she was already a little miffed about walking around in an alcohol soaked top any longer than she needed to.

It hadn't taken very long for the guy to return, jacket in hand, but to Margo it felt like he took forever. In any case, she accepted the jacket he handed over to her with only a little hesitation, and pulled it on immediately. He was right, it was much bigger than her. So much so that from behind, one might not notice she was wearing shorts, and the sleeves fell way past her hands, so she had to roll them up, but at least it covered up what had happened.

Now, Margo began to wonder why she had accepted the jacket in any case, if she didn't plan on sticking around with the guy to give it back to him by the end of the night, but she quickly began to realise that maybe he intended for that to happen. Especially when he asked for her name. She replied anyway, seeing no harm in giving out her name. "Margo."

Then she began to glance around, as though she could catch sight of Blaire some how. But the odds of that happening were quite slim, at the moment. "Thanks for the jacket... and for making me need the jacket in the first place," she told Alex, glancing toward him. "But the night's been a bust so far so I think I'm just going to find my friend and leave."

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[div class=container][div class=title]alejandro delgado

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[/div][div class=info][div class=insideinfo][div class=tag]mood.[/div] excited + flirty [div class=tag]location.[/div] club azure [div class=tag]outfit.[/div] [ click - without suit jacket ] [div class=tag]interaction.[/div] margo [ christy ][/div][/div] [div class=textbox][div class=insidetextbox]Alex had to admit that he felt a little chuffed when the blonde didn’t hesitate in taking his jacket and when she threw it on, once again, he eyed her down before he brought his eyes back to her face. It was confirmed. She was cute indeed. And there was nothing more satisfying to Alex than a girl wearing his clothes. He started to feel somewhat amused about the whole scenario now, though, in his defence, the night had been dragging for him. Sure, he felt bad about soaking her shirt in alcohol of all things but Alex wasn’t a creep – if anything, he thought she was incredibly lucky for running into him. ”That’s a cute name, Margo.” Alex finally spoke, putting emphasis on her name when he did. It was completely obvious that Alex was trying to hit on the girl. With the alcohol still flowing through his system, his charismatic nature and Margo being the first female of the night to come in contact with him, it was almost done by instinct and he had no restraint. When Margo’s eyes began to wander around the club, Alex began to look around too, almost as if he knew what or who she was looking for, but frankly, he didn’t. It had slipped his mind that Margo could have possibly come with friends or even a boyfriend. The mere thought of that irked Alex vaguely because he was finally getting the entertainment he wanted – if that’s what he could call it, and he didn’t want that to end so soon. So, he finally brought his attention back onto her. He couldn’t help but grin slightly at the mention of him making her need to wear his jacket. ”Hey, it’s no problem,” he remarked, barely refraining himself from sounding incredibly pleased before he spoke again. ”You actually look better in my jacket.” Alex had to admit that his suit jacket looked a lot better than her simple white tank and pair of shorts. At least in the dark, it seemed like she was wearing a dress more than a jacket and even though it wasn’t tight around her body, it suited the club atmosphere more. Deep down inside, Alex knew that if Margo put in a little more effort in her appearance and attire, then she would look extraordinary. Unlike the majority of the girls here, Margo wore very minimal make-up from what he could tell, which easily let him make out her pretty facial features, and it was then that he mentally agreed with himself that it definitely looked better than having layers of heavy make-up caked on. Being raised by his mom and growing up with two sisters taught him a lot about females in general. ”I can definitely make your night much better if you’d let me,” Alex chipped in, though before he could let Margo respond, he quickly added. ”I mean, I can buy us a few drinks, and maybe we could dance a little. Have some fun, you know? The night’s only just started.”[/div][/div] [/div][/div]

 

[christy]

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[div class=name]margo fitzpatrick

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nah, not really interested.
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club azure.
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click.
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alex ( constellation ). [/div] [/div]

Margo definitely noticed the way Alex said her name. His tone had shifted a little, and while Margo was usually oblivious to people flirting with her (mainly because it didn't happen very much), she was well aware that Alex was trying to hit on her right now. Or was about to. Quite frankly, Margo didn't know if she wanted to stick around any longer to give him the opportunity but she didn't really have a choice because she couldn't find her friends. She didn't want to come across like a bitch but, well, he already spilled his drink on her, so hitting on her soon after wasn't ideally the way to make her feel better.

Still, for the time being, she didn't comment. At least, not until he began to make it more clear that he was hitting on her, first by mentioning how she looked better now that she had his jacket on, and then by outright suggesting that her night would be better if she let him show her a good time. She could only stay silent for so long.

"Thanks," she told him first, giving a bit of a smile, before that fell. "But no thanks."

Shoving her hands into the pockets of the jacket, she looked around briefly, as though she might find Blaire at a moment's notice, but when that failed to happen, she looked back at Alex. "You seem like a fun guy, and you probably will blow the mind of some giggly girl here, but that won't be me," Margo informed him with a simple shrug.

"For me, the night ended when you spilled your drink on me. Now, i'm not blaming that on you entirely, parties were never my scene anyway, but I'm definitely done for the night and—" Before Margo could continue what what she was saying to Alex, a familiar voice interrupted her.

"Margo!"

The blonde turned briefly to see Blaire squeezing through the crowd and coming up beside them. She had a smile on her face, up until she saw Alex. "Where have you been? I've been looking everywhere for—" She stopped talking and her expression shifted. She looked... surprised? Did she know this guy?

"Oh my— hi. Oh wow," she turned to Margo, her hand reaching out to grasp her arm — only her fingers dug in deeper than she probably realised, making Margo wince. "P-Prince Alex, it's so great to meet you."

With the way Blaire was behaving, Margo would have believed she didn't come here with a boyfriend. But that wasn't what surprised her. She scrunched her eyebrows together in confusion. "Prince? What the—" Blaire's fingers dug deeper into her arm, causing Margo to stop her line of questioning. But she didn't stop speaking.

Instead, she turned back to Alex. "Well this has been... weird. Anyway, my friend's here now so I'm going to leave," she told him, gently trying to pry Blaire's fingers off of her arm.

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[/div][div class=info][div class=insideinfo][div class=tag]mood.[/div] "i'm gonna get you, baby." [div class=tag]location.[/div] club azure. [div class=tag]outfit.[/div] [ click - without suit jacket ] [div class=tag]interaction.[/div] margo [ christy ][/div][/div] [div class=textbox][div class=insidetextbox]Alex watched as Margo nonchalantly stood with her hands in the pockets of his suit jacket, clearly not impressed by him. The smirk on his face had been long gone once the blonde had rejected his offer to spend the night with him. Of course, he was surprised. He hadn’t been rejected in such a long time that he almost forgot how it felt. He thought hard about all the reasons why, but nothing came to mind. He was good-looking, funny, and lastly, a prince. Though he didn’t particularly like using the fact that he was royalty to get chicks, that’s just how it worked. They knew who he was and that alone attracted him plenty of gold-diggers looking for a way to get into the Delgado family. Before Margo could even finish her sentence and Alex could persuade her to change her mind, because strangely, something irked him about her declining his offer, his attention was soon caught by a darker haired girl who appeared to be Margo’s friend. She instantly recognised him and his signature grin returned. After Margo had shot his ego down, it rapidly skyrocketed when he watched the way her friend stuttered and go nervous simply at his appearance. Yup, he still had it. He was slightly convinced that his charming ways had suddenly disappeared after his two attempts at impressing girls had gone so wrong. ”Please, just call me Alex,” he finally spoke, his eyes glancing between the two girls. Alex never would have guessed that the two were friends, simply because, Margo did not look like the type to party whereas her friend, on the other hand, did. The two were pretty, but something about Margo had caught Alex’s eyes. He couldn’t help but notice that she seemed incredibly confused at the mention of him being a prince – did she really not know who he was? ”Hey, hey, what’s the rush?” Alex intercepted Margo before the two girls could even consider leaving, and now that Blaire was here, his chances of getting to know Margo increased by a lot. ”Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend here? It’s only fair.” Sure, Alex was planning on using the situation to his advantage; but it was perfect. He knew he would be able to pry some information out of Margo’s friend that was if she herself (Blaire) wasn’t planning on trying anything with him. This wouldn’t be the first time that he’d gotten in the way of friendships before, and frankly, it was the last thing he wanted. But luckily, that wasn’t the case here, considering that Margo had barely batted an eye at him which felt like a deep stab to his ego. Now, he had the chance to redeem himself. Margo was definitely in for a ride. ”So, how about we go grab that table and get to know each other? Feel free to bring your other friends and drinks are on me.”[/div][/div] [/div][/div]

 

[christy]

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[div class=name]margo fitzpatrick

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still not interested, and — oh my god, blaire, shut up.
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club azure.
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click.
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blaire & alex ( constellation ). [/div] [/div]

Margo was doing everything she could to try and signal to Blaire that she wanted to get out of this club and away from people she didn't know — especially if what she said was right, and this was a prince talking to her. If he was, he certainly didn't seem like a prince. Then again, she had never actually met royalty before. She just always assumed they'd be more polished, and not hitting on random girls at a club, which Alex had clearly been doing with her moments before Blaire arrived.

It seemed like she and Blaire were almost in the clear. Margo had her friend now so she had no reason to stick around, but before she could make the decision of leaving, Alex soon intercepted the two of them. Well, mainly Margo since Blaire seemed more than happy to stick around.

"I don't think—" Before Margo could explain to Alex that it was getting late and that now wasn't the time for introductions, Blaire chimed in on her own, cutting Margo off.

"I'm Blaire," she said, holding her hand out to shake Alex's hand. She had recovered a little from having recognised and spoken to the prince, but she was still very clearly excited about it all. "I'm Margo's roommate," Blaire continued. "How did you guys run into each other?"

"He spilled his drink on me."

For some reason, that only made Blaire more excited. Perhaps because she noticed Margo wearing a jacket that very clearly wasn't her own. "Well, I think grabbing a table sounds like a great idea," Blaire told Alex with a grin. "I know my boyfriend Ethan would love to meet you too," Blaire added, seemingly realising only now that she came here with someone. "How about I—"

"Uh, Blaire, I need to go home," Margo said to her roommate through clenched teeth. "I have an art assignment to finish by tomorrow."

Blaire finally seemed to pick up on the fact that Margo wanted to leave, but she also misread the situation. She believed it was only to do with the atmosphere. It did not occur to her that Margo might not be interested in starting anything up with anyone, because why wouldn't she when she had a prince right in front of her?

"Okay, okay, fine, we'll go," Blaire gave in, but she didn't move to leave just yet. Instead, she reached out to a nearby table to pluck a napkin and she then pulled an eye pencil from the pocket of her skirt before scribbling down something on napkin. Margo couldn't see what it was, but she didn't have to, because she found out that it was her number when Blaire handed the napkin to Alex. "We've got to leave, but, if you're willing to ignore my friend's impatience, i know she would love to see you again."

"Blaire."

"It was great meeting you," Blaire told Alex, completely ignoring the way Margo was staring daggers at her. Margo shared one last look with Alex — one that was mainly filled with curiosity — before she turned around and disappeared into the crowd as Blaire tugged her along.

"What did you do that for?" Margo asked her friend as the moved through the crowd to get to the other side, where Ethan was waiting for them.

"Relax," Blaire tried to assure her. "Do you know how many girls would jump for this kind of opportunity? I mean, Alex is widely known over here. He's royalty, so of course he is. And according to popular opinion, he's also the hottest of all his siblings, although I've seen his sister Sofia, and let me tell you, she could definitely turn me—"

"I'm not looking to date anyone," Margo reminded Blaire, cutting her off as they reached the exit and walked out into the cool air — along with a rather clueless Ethan, who politely listened to their conversation as he trailed behind them.

"Just keep an open mind," Blaire reasoned with her. "He seems like a nice guy. And I mean, who's to say he'll even call? He's a prince, he's probably got better things to do with his time. And if he chooses to call you despite that..." Blaire gave Margo a wide smile, as though she already heard wedding bells.

Margo just thumped her on the head and kept walking because she really just wanted to get home now. And even though she forced herself not to think about it, she couldn't help but wonder. There was no way Alex would call her.

Right?

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[div class=container][div class=title]alejandro delgado

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[/div][div class=info][div class=insideinfo][div class=tag]mood.[/div] "mission get-margo-to-fall-in-love-with-me is a go." [div class=tag]location.[/div] margo's college. [div class=tag]outfit.[/div] [ outfit - sunglasses - car ] [div class=tag]interaction.[/div] margo [ christy ][/div][/div] [div class=textbox][div class=insidetextbox]Alex watched amused as Blaire interrupted Margo, introducing herself to him and shaking his hand, which he did not turn down. Instantly, he could tell from the two that Blaire was the more outgoing one whilst Margo was more reserved and preferred to keep to herself. For some odd reason, that itself pulled Alex towards Margo even more – the fact that she hadn’t any idea who he was brought out his curiosity simply because everybody knew who he was in Alyria. Who was this girl and was she… living under a rock? ”That’s a shame,” he finally spoke, once the two girls decided to leave, though he happily accepted the napkin from Blaire. ”Thank you for that,” Alex added, indicating to the napkin with a small chuckle after giving it one small glance and guessing that it was Margo’s number. Before Alex could bid his goodbyes, he watched the blonde and brunette fade away into the crowd until he could no longer see them. The little smirk on his face hadn’t left since Blaire popped into the picture – Alex gave the napkin one more look before he shook his head and tucked it into the pocket of his trousers. This was going to be one interesting story… After his little bump in with Margo and meeting Blaire, the night had dragged for Alex so it wasn’t a surprise when he decided to leave his friends and Club Azure just half an hour after the girls left. The next couple days, there was no sign of Alex; he hadn’t called Margo or even so much as left her a text message. But, if you asked him then he’d say that he had a legitimate reason. After all, he did want to make an entrance… Hence why on a Wednesday afternoon, he found himself parking up to the entrance of Margo’s school in his Porsche, otherwise known as Ruby to him. Alex had spent the rest of that same night trying to find out exactly who Margo was. It didn’t take a genius to figure out the basics – Margo Sage Fitzpatrick, twenty years old, born on 17th of August to Shaun and Louise Fitzpatrick and studying Visual Arts on a scholarship. Everything began to add up when Alex discovered that Margo hadn’t been born in Alyria, hence her confusion when Blaire addressed him as Prince. But with all the propaganda and media on his family and him, it still took him by surprise. Thus the start of his mission to get to know Margo and vice versa. He was definitely curious… and interested in the girl. Grabbing his iPhone, Alex proceeded to text Margo’s mobile number whilst he sat in his car. In his head, he reminded himself to thank Blair again for making this a lot easier for him. To Margo;

i’m outside grab food with me you owe me for my jacket​

Alex glanced at himself in the rearview mirror of his car, playing with his curly hair a little before he pulled out his Ray-Ban sunglasses from the glasses compartment and slipped them on. And finally, he exited the car. Students around him were already whispering amongst themselves, some even taking pictures of him and his car, wondering what exactly Alexander Delgado was doing here and why.[/div][/div][/div][/div]

 

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[div class=name]margo fitzpatrick

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"is this real?"
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art history class > outside alyria college of the arts.
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click + beanie
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alex ( constellation ). [/div] [/div]

Margo was not surprised by the fact that she hadn't heard from Alex, ever since going to Club Azure. She definitely remembered that she had his jacket, since he gave it to her, but she had it hung up in her cupboard since that night. Having been a bit consumed by class work for the next few days, she forgot about the jacket too, and it remained there, hidden by her other clothes. Every once in a while, Blaire would ask her if Alex texted, only to look a little dejected when Margo answered that he didn't, and he probably wouldn't. Margo was fine with that. He seemed like a nice enough guy, but as Blaire pointed out, he was a prince, with much better things to do, and the last thing Margo needed was a distraction.

Earlier that day, when Margo had been getting ready for class, she pulled out a sweater only to reveal Alex's jacket hung up. She hadn't thought about it in a while, but in any case, she let the thought linger for only a moment before she got dressed and headed off to college, which wasn't a very long walk. Usually Margo took her bicycle, but the weather was nice.

The day went by like any other. She attended her classes, worked on assignments during breaks, and before she knew it, lunch was approaching. Art History was the class she had before she decided she would grab a bite to eat. Blaire was busy with her boyfriend so Margo figured she'd just take a sandwich or something to go and continue working on one of her paintings that needed to be completed for an upcoming auction.

Class had just about finished when she got a text on her phone. Margo didn't recognise the number, so she unlocked the screen to reveal the message, and that was when it dawned on her. She still didn't really know who it was till she read the word 'jacket'. Margo read the lines in her head a couple of times, so she could process the fact that he was here, outside her college building. How did he even know where she studied? She didn't recall mentioning it, and neither did Blaire.

Instead of typing a reply, Margo pocketed her phone and grabbed her backpack before heading through the hallways and stepping outdoors. She hardly spent time looking for him, because Alex was, sure enough, in the parking lot, standing outside his shiny red car. Oh God. Margo noticed other students looking over, and that was not the kind of attention Margo wanted to attract. Nevertheless, she walked over to him, confusion and curiosity written across her face plain as day.

"How did you know I go here?" Margo asked as soon as she reached him. Her tone, unlike last night, was not accusatory or annoyed. She was genuinely curious. And this was pretty much the last thing she expected. Even if he were to get into contact, she assumed a text or something first. Not him showing up outside her college. Arching an eyebrow, Margo spoke again. "You seem pretty sure of yourself. What if I had been busy or something?"

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[div class=container][div class=title]alejandro delgado

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[/div][div class=info][div class=insideinfo][div class=tag]mood.[/div] "mission get-margo-to-fall-in-love-with-me is still a go." [div class=tag]location.[/div] outside alyria college of the arts. [div class=tag]outfit.[/div] [ outfit - sunglasses - car ] [div class=tag]interaction.[/div] margo [ christy ][/div][/div] [div class=textbox][div class=insidetextbox]When Margo hadn’t replied to Alex’s text messages but instead left him on read, he felt a little hesitant. Even he had to admit that coming all the way to her college was a big stretch, especially after their little incident at Club Azure, so what would Margo think? But, that was Alex for you. He liked going the extra mile. Who’s to say that was a bad thing? Any sign of nervousness disappeared once Margo caught his eye, and now that he could see her in broad daylight, he could finally make out what she looked like. And that was pretty. He preferred this Margo to the Margo he had met a couple of days ago. She seemed more… comfortable and herself. Alex liked that. ”Hello to you too sunshine,” he greeted, a small smirk crawling its way onto his face as he propped himself up from his car. Just as he expected from her, Margo got straight down to business; asking him the real questions. But, Alex wasn’t going to simply tell her. Now, where would the fun be in that? ”It’s not hard to find out anything these days.” He simply answered. Alex slipped off his sunglasses to share eye contact with the blonde and tilted his head slightly, ”I know you don’t have any classes now.” He informed her, stepping towards her and reaching out for her backpack, grabbing it with ease. Alex wasn’t going to take no for an answer, not that he was really giving her that option anyway. Pressing the compartment button on his car key, Alex walked to the front of his Porsche where he opened the lid to place Margo’s backpack inside before shutting it. ”So, how about,” he started, and whilst doing so, he walked to the passenger side of his car, which was the side closest to Margo and opened the door for her. ”You and I get out of here. And I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.” Alex knew that the longer they stayed put, the more attention they were gathering and Margo didn’t really strike him to be the person that enjoyed having the spotlight on her. God. Alex could just hear his mother screeching in the back of his head at how stupid he was acting right now. He knew exactly where his fate lied being the second Prince of Alyria, but nonetheless, he wanted to live his life however he wanted. Sure, he cared about his image, but that didn’t mean he was going to abide by rules; that just meant his life would be boring. Something about Margo just kept tugging at him to stay. Find out more.[/div][/div][/div][/div]