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samantha realiey

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am carefully studied Caleb as he looked at her. He was challenging her, and she knew it. Ah, the stupid simplicity of men. She could fool him into believing he was winning this interaction, when indeed she had him in the palm of her hand. Right where she wanted him. But soon, she saw a familiar face, a more kind one, Messiah.

The two had been messaging for a while, he was new, and Sam loved being kind to new people. She took them under her wing, in a sense. So, she gave one final look to Caleb, showing him he was losing her attention to someone more interesting, and gave her full attention to Messiah.

He seemed nervous, and she could tell. But Sam definitely wouldn't say anything about it, as she knew that would most likely just make his nerves worse. So she decided to go along with it. Make him comfortable. He told her a rather... interesting joke, to which she laughed, trying to break the tensions of the interaction. Everything had gone so smoothly while they were messaging... What was different now?

"So, how are you enjoying your first Haven Falls football game, New Kid? Besides the actual sport of course."
Sam asked him, making sure to add another comment, whispered, but loud enough he could hear.
"And don't worry, I don't understand what's happening either."


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Messiah’s gaze held steady as Sam approached, his expression unreadable, lips curled ever so slightly at the corners. The noise of the stadium faded into the background as she shifted her attention from Caleb to him, her laughter still lingering in the air from his half-hearted joke. He didn’t mind the game itself—football, crowds, the whole scene—wasn’t really for him, but there was something strangely comforting about how easily Sam could navigate through it all, including the way she switched focus to him as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

He stood there, tall and composed, his hands casually resting in his pockets. He wasn’t nervous. Not really. Messiah wasn’t one to get flustered easily, even if Sam’s playful energy had a way of pulling people into her orbit. He had come to observe more than participate, a quiet presence in a loud space. When she spoke, her words were light, teasing, but Messiah could sense the hint of curiosity behind her question. His eyes shifted briefly to the field, then back to her, the soft glint of amusement flickering beneath his calm exterior. “The game?” He echoed, his voice low but smooth, almost contemplative. “It’s about as thrilling as I expected... which is to say, not very.”

There was a pause, his gaze flicking toward Caleb for the briefest moment, as if registering the shift in Sam’s attention but not giving it much weight. Then, he leaned in slightly, enough to make sure only Sam would hear him over the crowd. “But the lemonade’s decent,” he added, his tone dipping into dry humor, the kind of joke that wasn’t really meant to be funny, just a statement to keep the moment light.

He took another sip from the cup, his movements deliberate, before meeting her gaze again. “As for Haven Falls, I guess I’m still figuring out what’s interesting around here. But...” His eyes lingered on her a moment longer, his expression still unreadable, before adding with a subtle, knowing smile, “Maybe I’ve found something.”

It wasn’t a compliment in the obvious sense, but the weight behind his words left enough room for interpretation. He liked keeping things ambiguous, letting people wonder. That was the thing with Messiah—he never gave too much away, and he liked it that way.





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Leo Carranza
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Leo watched Olivia closely as she spoke, noticing the shift in her tone, the way her eyes darted away from him. He knew her well enough to recognize when she was shutting down, closing off...again. It was frustrating, but more than that, it hurt. He’d just semi-opened up to her, made himself vulnerable in a way he hadn’t with anyone else, and here she was, retreating behind her walls.

His heart sank when she brushed off the conversation. Another dragging long year? That wasn’t what he had expected, not after what they’d shared over the years. He’d been so sure that maybe, just maybe, this time she would let him in, that they could finally stop pretending like they didn’t feel something deeper between them.

Her words were like a bucket of cold water. She wasn’t ready to face it. To face him.

“Yeah… just another year,” Leo echoed quietly, trying to mask his disappointment with a half-hearted smile. He glanced at the ground, kicking at loose rocks, his mind racing. She was good at this -too good- at acting like everything was fine, like they were just friends, like there wasn’t an unspoken connection. He’d always admired her strength, her ability to act tough, but sometimes he wished she’d let him see beyond that, let him see her.

He could hear the way she tried to pivot the conversation to something lighter, something familiar. She was retreating to what felt safe. Leo couldn’t ignore the sting of her earlier words, the way she’d hinted that he could start a new life, without her. She was already pushing him away, trying to set the stage for his departure, even though he’d just told her that she was the one thing that would hold him back.

He should’ve expected this. He knew Olivia’s walls were tall, reinforced with all the pain she’d buried beneath her remarks and shrugs, but damn, did it hurt to see her act like it didn’t matter. Like he didn’t matter.

Leo let out a small chuckle, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah, maybe I’ll find a whole new reality. Who knows?” he said, playing along with her attempt to change the subject. but his heart wasn’t in it. He could still feel the weight of everything she wasn’t saying. The unspoken truths that hung between them, so close and yet always out of reach.

When she joked about the party, trying to be playful, it almost felt like she was giving him an escape route, a way to shift the conversation back to something light, something fun. Leo wasn’t sure if he wanted to play that game anymore. His mind kept drifting back to the day everything had changed between them. He’d never forget the look on her face when she opened up to him. It was the first time he saw her vulnerability, the cracks in her armor and it made him care for her even more.

He wanted to see that Olivia again. The one who trusted him enough to be real, to be herself, without all the walls and the deflection.

She was trying, he could tell. Trying to keep things light, to avoid the seriousness between them. Leo couldn’t shake the feeling of disappointment. “Convince me, huh?” he said, his voice dipping into a teasing tone, a hint of sadness lingering. He tried to match her energy, the way he always did, but this time it felt harder. “I do know how persuasive you can be, Livy” he added.

He paused for a second, his eyes meeting hers, searching for something...anything that might give him a sign that she wasn’t as closed off as she seemed. “Look, I’ll think about the party,” Leo said finally, giving her a small smile. He was trying to sound casual, but deep down, he wished she’d ask him to come -really ask him and not just as an afterthought, not just because it was convenient.

He could still hear Byron’s words in his head, urging him to be confident, to push past his doubts. Standing here with Olivia dodging the truth and hiding behind her walls, it felt like he was the only one fighting for something more. That realization hurt more than he cared to admit.

“Well, you know where to always find me,” Leo added, his voice soft. He wasn’t going to beg for her to open up, to let him in. He’d done that enough already. As he turned to leave, he glanced back at her one last time, his heart heavy. He wanted to say something more, to tell her how much she meant to him, but the words got stuck in his throat. Instead, he gave her a small wave, trying to hide the disappointment he felt.

“Catch you later, Livy.” With that, he walked away, wondering if she’d ever let him in or if he was always destined to be on the outside, looking in.
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amantha grinned as Messiah spoke, trying her best to take in his words through the loud chatter of the stadium. She could see his eyes flicker over to Caleb, and silently hoped he wouldn't ask. That was... too much and too long of a story to tell right now. And quite frankly, she didn't feel like admitting the events to anyone. So, she decided to focus on his quite... sarcastic joke.

"I'm not so sure you're being honest about the lemonade. It's very... sweet, if you ask me. A little too much for my liking."
Sam commented with a casual shrug, her nose wrinkling slightly as she recalled the taste of the overly sweet drink. It was good, yes, and it definitely killed the thirst that could be felt on a hot Friday night, but it wasn't worth it for all that sugar. Plus, she had to keep in good shape for soccer, and that definitely wouldn't be helping.

"Don't base all your opinions on the lemonade though. Haven falls is nice, but it can be a bit dramatic sometimes,"
Sam told him, laughing slightly.
"I suggest sitting back and watching. I've done that almost my entire highschool career, and it definitely makes everything more enjoyable."
She tried to explain her logic to him, even though it probably didn't do much.

"Anyway, are you going to the party at Bentley's later?"
Sam asked, deciding she'd finally stop talking and give the poor boy a chance to speak. She found herself talking a whole lot, a whole lot of the time, and she was very in her head about it. She really needed to just hush sometimes, even if she had more that she "needed" to say. If Messiah was going to the party, she'd probably hang around him. That would keep her from doing anything too stupid... hopefully. Although, she'd also been told Bentley was getting the "good" stuff for his party, and she planned on enjoying that to the best of her ability.


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Olivia's smile faltered seeing Leo, they'd been friends for a while now, she could tell, see, the falter in his own smile, in his tone, in his body language. That playful conversation she was trying to create seemed to disappear, the whole conversation seemed to disappear faster than she was ready for. Watching as he left…where she stood alone on the chained fence. She kept telling herself this was for the best, but she could tell she'd hurt him, she could tell she was losing him slowly…but it was for the best…so she wouldn't hurt him later on, so whatever reality they could have had wouldn't end in pain for either of them.

But right now…god did it hurt.

Her heart ached and almost felt like it had broken. As much as she pushed Leo and tried to keep him at arm's length, so he wouldn't impact her…he still found a way to tangle himself so deep into her life…so deep into her heart that now seeing him walk away, she could feel her eyes water, and feel that part of her heart that was leos, crack as if threatening to break and disappear.

- Get a grip of yourself Olivia…you're just overthinking it….he's going to leave one way or another…your just preventing the worst, protecting yourself…thats all -

She ran a hand against her eyes..she really had been tearing up. That was a first in a long time, and here, and now instead of thinking to run after him. To grab his hand and tell him she'd been a fool, that she'd just been trying to play this girl she wasn't because she was scared, because she was in pain far too many times. When in reality the real girl hidden behind the walls was small and weak and had been searching for a way out the walls…that even when she built them to protect herself she'd forgotten the door and now she was here in the dark..stuck…and alone…and that shed push him away constantly but in reality shed been whispering the words… “i love you” behind the walls…just not loud enough for you to hear.

No, instead she took a deep breath and turned away, her face wiping any kind of emotion and making her way back to the game. Later on making her way back home to change for the party, where she'd planned on finding someone to be with and later the night with. Maybe then she could wip whatever this was…whatever this burning ace was.











 
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Claudia Jean chuckled at Junwoo’s expression for a personal play-by-play. She moved her hand as if she was going to demurely tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, although her ponytail was too immaculate for that to actually happen, still the gesture stood.
“Maybe some other time then.”
While enjoying his complementary nature, and in her world flattery will get you most everywhere, however she hesitated to let him know the full extent to which he was getting on her good side. With how things were going there might be time for that later.

Though his comparison of her personality to her favorite color did make her almost giddy.
"You know I’ve always thought that myself.”
She agreed.

Just then she could hear the thunderous voice of the cheer coach calling for the cheerleaders to head back to the sidelines. Her ponytail whipped with the motion of her head towards the sound and then whipped again as she turned back to Junwoo.

"Not often enough it seems.”
She said in response to his question about how long she gets to sneak off.
"I’ve gotta run, but I’ll see you around, yeah?”
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Messiah listened as Sam spoke, her words carrying effortlessly through the noise of the stadium, though he hardly noticed the chatter around them. His eyes remained steady on hers, unreadable, as she joked about the lemonade and wrinkled her nose at the taste. He let a faint smirk tug at the corner of his lips, appreciating her energy, her ease. He admired that about her—how she could keep things light even when there was more beneath the surface.

“Yeah, it’s definitely sweeter than it needs to be,” he agreed, his voice calm, a quiet contrast to the surrounding noise. He took another sip, more out of habit than thirst, before adding, “But sometimes you’ve got to go with what’s available.”

Her laugh at the mention of Haven Falls being dramatic earned a subtle nod from him. “Drama isn’t hard to find, no matter where you are,” he said, his tone casual but with a slight edge of knowing. He liked that Sam saw the world for what it was, even in a place as small as Haven Falls. “Sitting back and watching… yeah, that’s more my speed.”

When she asked about Bentley’s party, he let the question hang in the air for a moment, as if considering. His gaze drifted briefly to the field before returning to hers, that same unreadable expression on his face. Parties weren’t really his thing—too crowded, too chaotic—but something about the way she asked, the way she seemed to want him there, made him reconsider.

“I’ll be there,” he confirmed, his voice smooth, matter-of-fact. He didn’t elaborate, didn’t feel the need to. His answer was enough, but the slight tilt of his head, the way his eyes lingered on hers, left room for more if she wanted to ask. Messiah was always careful with his words, giving just enough without saying everything.





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God dammit. Ines has this whole plan about playing it cool, but that stupid, crooked grin he had on his face was just like the equally stupid Disney channel sitcom or boy band boys that occasionally struck her fancy when she was younger, and right now Drake was unfortunately giving her butterflies in the exact same way that they did. Only minus the floppy hair.

"Totally.”
She said, already cooking up her alibi for her parents. They would never let her go to a party after the football game, not when there could be something as menacing as…. unsupervised teens tipsy on PBR feeling each other up over their clothes! Gasp! How frightening… They never would've approved, which was exactly why Ines went to them as often as she could manage. Momentary escape from her meaningless existence, and if Drake was gonna be there, that's just an added bonus. They'd had fun together the last time they met up at a house party even if the only intimacy they shared was passing a joint back and forth.

"I guess I’ll see you there.”
She said, sipping her slushie and shooting him a look
“Good luck out there, garçon canard."





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All her plans had been ruined today and she wasn’t happy about it. Her head still hurt, she’d had a few stitches in the back of her head and was wearing a stupid wrist brace which was itchy and constantly annoying. She felt kind of pessimistic and self-pitying. Once she realized she was moping pointlessly she felt even worse. She lay on her bed, staring at the celling as she waited for Tavon to arrive. She had let him convince her to go and bum around with him instead of going to the party that would be going ahead without her. She knew he was right, and that she needed to take it easy. A night of ear shattering music and bright lights and alcohol would probably be detrimental to her health. Byron had been kind of unwilling to leave her here until she’d told him she was seeing Tav. Then he’d given her a weird look, but dropped it.

Byron had come through for her today in a way that had showed her he'd paid her more attention growing up than she'd thought. She’d thanked him as warmly as she could but the way he looked at her didn’t seem exactly happy. Guilty, maybe. She wondered weather Tav had said something to him then decided he definitely had. Of course he had it was Tavon.

Her mind then flicked to Jordyn and she felt crestfallen. I have to tell her… I have to. She will find out eventually… and know that I’ve been dishonest with her. But she figured a party wasn the place for that kind of heavy. Although she wasn’t sure what was going to be the best time. There wasn’t really ever going to be a moment in time that felt perfect for that kind of reveal.

She had plans with her this Saturday… maybe then.

Her phone was on her desk, so she got up to go get it. She was all dolled up, for probably the first time since she'd been allowed to clothe herself. She caught herself in her mirror on the way over to her desk. She ran her fingers through her hair, unkempt in a way that looked intentional. Her eyes were lined with black eyeliner pencil. Her eyelashes were coated in mascara and curled upwards, they looked long and thick. Her lips were coated with a tinted lipgloss in a pinky red hue. Under one of her signature hoodies, she wore a little white camisole with dainty blue flowers. This was accompanied with light wash straight leg jeans, distressed in a few places. She barely recognized herself. Especially with the makeup. Although minimal, it was a stark difference from her usual bare face. Hey eyes and lips looked bigger, her lashes looked longer, she was dressed in such a way that you could see the curves of her body. She looked decidedly feminine for a change.

She shook her head and left the mirror. She grabbed her phone and texted Jordyn "Hey girl, feeling a bit tired, I might come by late if the party is still going. <3"

That was optimistic.

She checked the time. Tav wouldn't be far off now. She headed out front to wait for him to show up, careful to do it silently. Her guardian would certainly not be happy with someone carting her away at this hour. Taking a deep breath, May tried her best to pull herself out of the dumps. She hated the self pity, it felt beneath her. Maybe it was, literally, just the concussion. She wondered if he'd raise an eyebrow at her appearance, and mention the very obvious try hard she was being. Say something lengthy about the high school culture being stupid. She chuckled to herself at the thought.

But, even if he did, she didn’t mind. She appreciated Tav for his honesty. He said what he thought, he didn’t hide his intentions and he didn’t say one thing and mean another. It was relaxing to be around him. You just, knew what you were getting.

Unless we’re talking origami, of course. She shook her head slightly The prick

She was only out there for a few minutes when she noticed headlights approaching down the street. She smiled to herself, feeling a bit better already. Get over yourself, Mei, just enjoy the night.

When he pulled up she opened his passenger door and gave him a fleeting smile “Hey Tav.” She climbed into the front seat “wanna go down by the lake or something?” She asked him. After they’d decided on what they were doing and were underway, May couldn’t help herself, it was a small thing but she couldn’t let it go until she got it out. It was just how she worked.

“I wasn’t kidding, by the way.” She said, just a hint of annoyance in her voice “I spent time last night after our conversation refreshing myself on origami because that’s what you said you wanted.” May shook her head “I mean look” she reached into the little shoulder bag she’d brought mostly just for her phone, and brought out several flowers, swans, butterflies and cranes made out of different coloured papers. She rolled her eyes and let a little smile flit across her face as she absentmindedly fiddled with one of the cranes in particular. Navy blue paper. She popped it on top of his dashboard near the windscreen on the passenger side and then continued. “I bet you knew I’d take it seriously too” She continued. Her tone was more affectionate now, no annoyance. He had such a soothing effect on her it was hard for her to feel irritated for long. Plus, she liked making them anyway. Anything that kept her hands busy was very calming for her.






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Byron paced his room. After today the last thing he wanted to do was go to a party. In his rib was a constant ache, a reminder of the day behind him. He was reeling from the brief text exchange he’d had with Tavon. What the fuck did he know? Self-important asshole. Thinks he’s got me all figured out? Fuck that.

But wether Byron liked it or not, Tavon words had struck a cord.

In front of him, though, he had a purpose for going to this party. He stopped his anguished pacing and walked over to his desk. Grimacing at the pain the movement caused he descended into his deck chair. He pulled out the draw to reveal 3 bottles of Adderall and three bottles of Oxycodone

God the oxy might be a help to him tonight. But the Adderall might help him be more fun, since he currently felt like he could murder anyone that looked at him funny. Mei had thanked him for helping her, and she seemed to look at him in a new way. There was no confusion or fear anymore, but affection and… gratitude which should make him feel good right?

But you don’t fucking deserve her admiration.

He believed this voice in his head tonight. Whatever it said. He felt restless and low. Mei was too good for him. He’d just done what anyone would do. It was nothing special. He was nothing special.

And then there was Lia. The reason for the whole turn of events. The anger was gone there, in its place was just defeat. The voice in his head told him he’d already lost her and he just didn’t know it yet. That he should never have had her in the first place.

In the end he popped an Adderall and the strongest non opioid pain medication that he could find in the house. He doned a black leather jacket over a white teeshirt, grey jeans and black leather boots. He got out his phone, preparing to send her a message. He wanted to meet her before the party, to: apologise? Maybe, unlikely though. To get some answers? Definitely.

That girl, he related to her more than any, more than Leo, even, in some respects. She was quick to anger, often struggled to portray her emotions in words, often blurting out the first, usually hurtful if not downright cruel, thing that came to her mind.

She also had a similar home life to him, betrayed by those closest to her, abandoned like him. Just like him. Maybe she was too much like him for this to work out. They clashed hard, and then they made up and everything was easy again, only to clash once more. Their relationship was such a roller coaster. He never felt… truly relaxed around her. That being said, when things were good they were really good. Lia was fun and exciting, she was witty and funny. She was daring and brave, and up for anything. And, she was actually very smart, a trait which her lack of tact and general emotional control sometimes hid, but a fact none the less.

He clicked on her name in his phone, and sent her a message ‘On my way’

All was quiet at Lia’s when he swung round hers. As per usual he switched off the headlights just as he approached so that he wouldn’t wake anyone who wanted a confrontation.

When she got in, Byron pulled away a little quicker than he should have, the tyres fighting for traction on the suburban street, and flicked the lights back on. He was silent for a while. Thinking on what he should say. There was so much to say and yet, he couldn’t find the right words. Finally, when the silence grew too heavy between them, he spoke. “Dahlia… I shouldn’t have…. Come at you like that during the game…” yep that was as close to a ‘sorry’ as he could currently muster “But…. I really don’t think you are being honest with me… look I’m not saying…. I’m not accusing you of anything”

this was just way too hard. He didn’t WANT to be angry but all he knew was to cover up his emotions with either humor or rage, and he didn’t feel particularly humorous tonight. He looked at her, the anguish was broadcasted across his face for a split second before he frowned again and looked back at the road ahead. He should have just come with Leo, and have everything be easy. But this was important. Especially with nuisances like Bentley circulating a like a fucking vulture waiting to swoop in at any sign that the relationship might be dying.

“Tavon, I know he’s something to you.” He stated “And don’t give me some crap about just your brother’s friend. Is he an ex or what? Do you have feelings for him?” When he glanced at her now his face was a mask of annoyance. He would not let the anguish through again. He was heading towards the bottle shop. He could go to only one, a little one on the outskirts run by a foreign couple. All the others unfortunately knew him as a Williams kid and wouldn’t accept his fake ID. For that reason they’d probably be there slightly after the first few people had started to arrive.






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am nodded at his confirmation that he'd be at the party. Good, at least she'd have someone to talk to if no one else she knew happened to be there.
"Great, I'll see you there then, I think I'm gonna go ahead and head over."
She told him, a warm smile taking her face. They exchanged their goodbyes, Sam gathered her things, and she was on her way to her car.

She was sure there'd definitely be some drama tonight at this party, there always was, but it kept things entertaining. Sam made her way to her car, making sure to bump into Caleb ever so slightly on her way off the bleachers. Not so hard that she gained his instant attention, but just enough to where by the time he noticed? She'd already be a good distance away. That was how she liked to keep things. Controlled.

Once she got to her car, Sam was... excited. This was her first party of the year, and she was looking forward to it. Well, specifically looking forward to a special drink that supposedly had been bought, well, hopefully. After the events of the summer, she needed a night just to unwind and have fun. Yes, the bahamas had been a nice get away. Or, at least that's what she'd told everyone. The truth? It had been a stressful one. Sam had just been trying to get out of the house, and the bahamas was far away.

Anyway, none of that mattered now. Sam was gonna have a good night. She'd have a few drinks(probably more than she needed), and have a good time with... whoever she decided to hang out with. With the excitement of looking forward to the night ahead, she turned up her radio, and started making her way to Bentley's house.


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Making it back home and creaking the door open, she heard the sounds of glass shattering. If only that was unusually for her…this was like second nature. She heard the arguing in the kitchen and suddenly wished she never came back, maybe she should have just hid away somewhere in the school for the night. It would be better than whatever this was. She stepped inside and slowly shut the door behind her, thankfully her fathers yelling was too loud for him to hear.

Olivia quickly made her way down the hall to her room, inside she shut and locked the door shaking her head. What an idiot anyone was to think her father would change…if only her mother would finally see he never would. She made her way over to her closet flipping through her clothing, until she settled on a simple black dress. She pulled it out along with some boots, but there was still that burning ace running through her, one that seemed to crave her attention yet she shut it out far.

This party was going to get her out of her head. She knew it would, she just needed to go and find some guy to spend a night with and move on, then it would be all over, and things would be back to normal. (At least that's what she kept telling herself)

She quickly got changed before she opened her window, she wasn't risking getting caught again, so she snuck out through it before closing it behind her and making her way over to the party. At the party, she went straight for the kitchen pouring herself a drink and throwing it back, letting the burning sensation run down her throat, and somehow that felt much better.

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Spica Vannova came in along with his new girlfriend Dana Inspel. Trey was tagging along with them, after finding Spica at the game and sticking right by him. Trey knew this was the only way he was going to fit in and it would only be about this much. He was totally riding on Spica's friendship provided to him, he would otherwise just settle with being a loner. There had been too many different schools recently and more investment had grown to be more apparently irrelevant. At least so far Spica still was showing good taste.

Spica spoke briefly with some regulars there, and directed those with him to a couch still not being used. Spica said, "You both grab this sofa for us, before others will choose to sit down, I will get some drinks and be back. Any preferences either of you have?"

Dana said, "I will have what beer they make available, unless there is wine, I think I would like that more."

Trey said, "I will have a beer if that is all there is. But if there is juice I would just drink that."

Spica said, "At a party like this there will be soda that would be available for any choosing a mixed drink, I doubt there would be just juice available though."

"Oh, right. Well soda would be fine too, if there is that."

"Fine. I will be back soon. Save the spot for me here." Spica then turned to go, for the first time leaving Trey just with Dana.
 

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Parties were supposed to be fun, you know? Parties were supposed to be a place where Dahlia could relax, get a few drinks, and not concern herself with anything else.

Of course, today's party was shaping up to be none of those things.

First, it had started with the fight earlier. And she'd messaged Tavon to see if he was alright, and yeah he was fine, and he was hanging out with Byron's stupid sister. And it was hard to describe exactly how she'd felt regarding the situation, because jealousy didn't feel like exactly the correct word. Because like, in all honesty, why would she be jealous?

She wouldn't be, and she wasn't.

And then, Bentley was clearly messed up, and he kept messaging her. Which normally, she would've found at least mildly entertaining, but instead right now, she found simply fucking annoying. Still, he was shaping up to be the only thing that might salvage the night, especially when her attitude was worsened even further by stupid Everest, Alexa's stupid freaking simp, that was trying to like, make them friends? And he kept sending her like, twenty texts at a time?

Finally, it all boiled down to the final piece of the night: Byron. He was coming by her house to pick her up and much to Dahlia's annoyance, he'd said that he wanted to talk. Which was like, always the worst thing to ever do -- like, it wasn't something she wanted to do normally, and right now it was something she definitely didn't want to deal with, when she was already so on edge.

Dahlia was waiting outside when Byron's car pulled up. With a deep breath, she headed down, hopping into the familiar passenger seat of his car. No sooner had she pulled the door shut, then Byron was speeding off. She buckled her seatbelt, glancing at him, and wanting to say something, but not wanting to be the first one to cut the tension in the air.

When he did start to speak, it wasn't what Dahlia had expected to hear. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and she glanced in his direction a couple times, but mostly kept her gaze fixated on whatever random buildings and trees and rocks they were passing.

His fumbled, fake attempt at an apology quickly turned, though, as he brought up Tavon. Her lips pressed hard together, followed by a deep exhale. "Kind of sounds like you are..." she mumbled, because it did feel like he was accusing her of something, which was so freaking stupid, because Dahlia wouldn't do anything.

Well, maybe she would, and maybe his concerns were deserved, but she hadn't.

She laughed at his question, though. "An ex?" she echoed, giggling again at the ridiculousness of the question. "God, no, no," she said, swallowing any further giggles as she shook her head. "No, I don't... no, god, I don't have any feelings for him."

She shouldn't be laughing, but the idea? Crazy... right?

"He's all obsessed with your little sister, anyway," Lia added absently. "Not that I'd, like, have feelings for him, anyway, ya know?"
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Byron heard her mutter under her breath but had ignored it. When he mentioned Tavon being an ex she let a giggle through before stifling it and continuing to deny everything. Why did he think this was going to work? Did he really think he was going to get some kind of heart to heart out of this situation? No, instead she was laughing in his damn face and trying to make him feel stupid for having these concerns. Byron felt his patience slipping. His hands were gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly. God, she's such a fucking nightmare He thought to himself rather bitterly When she mentioned his sister she revealed a few things to him. She was most definitely at the very least conflicted on her feelings for Tavon, that she had most likely asked him weather he was coming tonight or not and that she cared who he hung out with.

Byron turned to her with a diabolical expression on his face "Are you actually serious with this shit Dahlia?" His voice was still at an even volume for now. He was glancing at her with an incredulous expression. He turned back to the road and noticed he was speeding, but not by a lot. "I mean do you actually hear yourself? You're gonna sit here and be quite clearly Jealous about who he spends his time with, and then in the same breath tell me how you're not interested in him?" He shook his head, his jaw was tight. Trying to be nice Byron was gone. “I mean fuck… how do you even know about May? What did you text him to try to get him to come party with you!?” He laughed humourlessly. What a nightmare that would be. Byron was in no shape to try to fight Tav again, and he’d know it. Bentley maybe, he struck Byron as a bit of an all bark no bite kinda guy. A well aimed punch and he’d probably roll over.

He believed he’d probably hit the nail on the head with that last comment though. He looked over at her expecting some kind of excuse. Suddenly a flash of lights and a skid of tires ahead made him turn back to the road. "Fuck...sake... WHAT are you DOING?" He yelled as a driver suddenly pulled out in front of him from a side street. He applied his brakes to avoid a crash and then pounded his horn. "FUCKING idiot!" He growled and then whacked on his indicator, checking quickly before moving into the oncoming lane to overtake the old bitty. He pulled back into the his lane, going notably faster than he should be now. He glanced at his speedo and exhaled the breath he'd been unknowingly holding. Byron slowed back down a little as his heart rate settled.

They were approaching the block of shops where the bottle shop was. He pulled into the parking lot, and stopped the car, trying to collect himself. "What do you want?” He asked her dryly. As he did so he cracked the car door open a little and shuffled towards it. The simple movement caused him to wince slightly. He'd have to knock that wincing shit off pretty quick. "I got a couple of people to buy for. Dimond wants Tequila and Bentley wants some shitty vodka. I was gonna get a case of beer, or maybe rum." He stated, barely looking at her, instead he read the latest attempt of an insult from Bentley while he waited for her to answer. He felt defeated. His internal dialogue taunted him viciously. Once she gave him her order he went in, bought everything with his father’s money, and headed back to the car. He didn't say a thing to her as he got in, started the car and drove off towards Bentleys. “We’re nearly there… you got anything else to say just say it… I’ve got nothing else to say to you honestly… feels like I’m wasting my damn time and sanity… laughing in my face like this is all coming out of left field…” he muttered that last bit under his breath then after a beat he looked at her warily "Otherwise, lets do what we do best... Act like everything is great." He suggested then gave here a little smirk “If there’s one thing we’re good at its putting on a show, after all” They would soon arrive. As far as he was concerned it was up to her now to decide what she wanted to do. It was time to put a pin in this. He just hoped she had the good sense not to cheat on him. Oh how he could ruin that shiny reputation of hers.






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Kat sat cross legged on her carpeted bedroom floor with a little white shoulder bag and various items, trying to decide what she should take with her. Since she didn’t want to take a bag any bigger or it would be too cumbersome, she had to pick and choose. Extra lipstick. Glasses in their case in case a contact lens fell out. Wallet. Phone. Painkillers? No, surely she wouldn’t need that. Bandaids? Hand Sanitiser?

Ok this was getting a bit over the top even for her. This was a PARTY not a holiday. She wondered if she was supposed to bring alcohol. She had no fake ID. There was no question she wanted to drink tonight to help her relax a bit. Not only was she anxious but she was so fucking tired. Her lack of sleep had really started to catch up to her now. Her eyes were sore. She didn’t hold up hope for the little disposable contact lenses, her eyes felt dry and itchy. In then end she just took the contacts out and put on her specs. Fuck it, my eyes hurt.

Finally she stuffed her phone, glasses case, wallet and lipgloss, plus a handful of bandaids into the little bag and stood up. She walked up to the mirror on the sliding door of her closet looking at herself. Hair was in a high pony, face had minimal makeup, just enough. She slid a little pink tye-dyed jumper over her matching tank top. She thought it was cute, she liked the contrast with her white jeans.

Ok, this is going to be fine. Better text Amy.

“hey girlie!! We’ll be on the way soon!!” She texted Amethyst.

She left her room, heart beating a bit too quickly. Most parents my question her outfit for a “casual movie with her sister”, but Kat was often experimenting with colours and patterns, and so it wasn’t really that off brand for her. I wonder if Ines is ready yet? She checked the time. She was gonna go knock on her door or something when mum beat her to it. “Girls, are you ready to go?”

“Yes, I’m ready” she called back and headed for the stairs to get to their front door. Her mum had been quite pleased the sisters were going out together, since they’d been kind of short with one another recently. To think they used to be the best of friends when they were little girls. Always playing together, making up little dances to perform for their parents. Now they rarely talk apart from to bicker about stupid shit.

Kat didn’t understand Ines, and Ines thought Kat was just constantly trying to tell her what to do. She wasn’t, she just couldn’t help but keep an eye on her sometimes. She was just so reckless and careless. God to be that care free. Kat couldn’t even imagine it.

She waited by the door for her sister to come down and then they all headed for the car. They were soon dropped off at the movies. Kat pulled out her phone to call the Uber. Till it arrived, the two sisters waited awkwardly together by the theatre doors. Kat absentmindedly twirled the shoulder bag strap around her fingers. She was nervous because she’d never been to something so large scale. She would have to work hard to keep the fun mask on tonight. She glanced at her sister, expecting a bored expression and absolutely no trepidation. “So, who ARE you hanging out with these days?” She asked, since Ines had made it clear she had people to see that were not her worry wart older sister.







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Caleb leaned against the kitchen counter, the picture of confidence and charm, a devilish grin playing at the edges of his lips. His gaze flicked lazily over the crowd, watching as bodies swayed to the music, laughter echoing off the walls, the party in full, chaotic swing. But then she stepped in, a vision wrapped in midnight, that simple black dress somehow looking impossibly captivating in the dim, flashing lights. He noticed the way she carried herself, the mask of confidence she wore as she poured herself a drink, the way she threw it back with a practiced ease. But there was something more in her eyes—a storm, a fire she was trying to douse with every burning sip.

Caleb straightened, slipping through the crowd like he owned the place, his smirk never wavering. He slid up beside her, leaning in just enough for his voice to wrap around her like velvet, his words laced with teasing charm. “What’s got a girl like you trying to burn away that fire so quickly? That dress could start one all on its own.”

His dark eyes met hers, a mischievous glint dancing in his gaze, like he knew exactly what kind of trouble he was inviting. His grin deepened, full of suggestions and unspoken promises. “Careful, sweetheart. The night’s young, and there are better ways to lose yourself.”

Caleb tilted his head, letting his voice dip lower, a playful edge cutting through the noise around them. “Think you’ll find what you’re looking for,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers, “or just here to make someone else wish they had?”





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amantha finished the ride to Bentley's house, vibing to her music. She was extremely excited for the party, especially since she was promised her drink. Bentley really did seem familiar... but she had no idea where from. Hm... Didn't matter. She parked on the side of the road and flipped down her sunvisor, opening the mirror. She refixed her hair, applied a fresh coat of lip gloss and made her way inside of the house.

There were already quite a few people there. Sam knew her new found friend Messiah would potentially be there, and Tucker supposedly already was. Although, she didn't see them at her first glance. She maneuvered her way through the crowd, trying to hear the music, but also trying to lay eyes on someone she knew. Anyone she knew at this point would be better than not having anyone.

However, the sight she didn't have in her mind to crave to see was Caleb, clearly flirting with Olivia.
'I guess we won't be talking then,'
Sam thought to herself, rolling her eyes and doing a 180, now less focused on finding someone she knew and more on finding a drink. She knew she had no right to be jealous. They'd hooked up one time. It was meaningless. But if it was so meaningless, why did she feel this.... burning pit in her stomach?

Sam pushed the jealous feeling to the back of her mind, eventually making her way into the kitchen. She grabbed a red solo cup and looked over the drinks, taking in her options and looking for the Malibu. Upon finding it, she poured it into the cup, and turned around, leaning her back against the counter as she took a sip, letting out a sigh of relief in response to the familiar burn of the drink going down her throat.

She pulled out her phone, scrolling through tiktok as she sipped her drink. This definitely wasn't what she'd had in mind for this party.


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Messiah had a knack for observing a scene before diving in. Standing near the far end of the living room, he leaned against the wall with an air of casual detachment, the shadows from the party lights dancing across his features. He could feel the bass of the music pulsing through the walls and watched as groups of friends laughed, flirted, and moved around each other. His dark, thoughtful eyes scanned the room slowly, taking in the chaos but not quite part of it yet. He hadn’t known many people since transferring schools, but Samantha had been one of the first to strike up a conversation, and for some reason, she intrigued him. Maybe it was her energy, or maybe it was the way she seemed so sure of herself. He hadn’t expected to show up tonight, but something about the idea of seeing her again made him want to show face.

Spotting her in the kitchen, Messiah moved through the crowd effortlessly, his presence commanding attention but never seeking it. He came up beside her, leaning one shoulder against the counter, but didn’t say anything right away. Instead, he watched as she scrolled through TikTok, sipping from her red solo cup with an expression he couldn’t quite read.“You’re not having as much fun as you thought you would, huh?” His voice was calm, a quiet statement rather than a question. He tilted his head slightly, the faintest hint of a smile curving his lips. His own drink was untouched in his hand, more of a prop than anything. Messiah's gaze held hers for a beat, a flicker of something unreadable in his dark eyes. "I thought parties were supposed to be wild and unforgettable," he added, his voice low and smooth. "But I guess sometimes, reality doesn't live up to the hype."

He studied her carefully, as though he were trying to solve a puzzle. "If you want, I could keep you company for a few,"





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Micah stepped into the house, the bass from the music thumping against his chest as he pushed through the crowd. The afterparty was in full swing—people spilling out from the living room onto the backyard deck, laughter and chatter blending into the chaos of the night. He adjusted his cap backward, a grin pulling at his lips as he carried the liquor his older brother had hooked him up with, a trophy he knew would make him the hero of the hour.

He greeted a few friends on the way in, exchanging quick fist bumps and nods. Someone called his name, and he tossed a wave over his shoulder, but his focus wasn’t on them. His eyes scanned the room, moving past familiar faces and lingering on laughter he couldn’t quite place. He was looking for someone specific.

Amy.

The football game adrenaline still buzzed in his veins, but the thought of seeing her brought a whole different kind of energy to his pulse. Micah finally spotted her across the room, leaning against the kitchen island, laughing with a group of friends. Her smile lit up the dim space, and for a second, he just stood there, taking her in. Then he swallowed, rolling his shoulders back, and made his way toward her, hoping he didn’t look as nervous as he felt.






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Olivia’s eyes seemed to find Calebs, theyd talked before and had plans for the night, so she was practically grateful hed shown up. That was until hed mentioned the fire burning in her like hed easily read her…like he had a clue what was going on and that seemed to tick her off. She didnt want to get into any boy drama, she wanted to get away from it all at least for the night…and drown the pain her heart aced in. She glanced at the cup in her hands spinning the liquid around.

Olivia’s lips played a smile at his next words, she could do this she was a natural at flirting and getting what she wanted. But a part of her was telling her no, was telling her to leave. Junwoos words seemingly creeping up that she should stop this nonsense..it wasnt good, everest words of what falling in love was like, leos painful expression as he pulled away before she could say something, her own words whispering to go after him…

But she was so good at locking every voice up in a box far back in her head and throwing it off a cliff never to be found until it decided to find a way back up..but for now it wouldnt be found. For now it was just her, and Caleb and a night to escape…to try and drown in.

“I think I found what im looking for” she said her blue eyes shimmering with her own michive…nothing but trouble. She took another sip before placing it on the counter, “If your claiming I could lose myself in better ways than drinking, I want to see your best attempt…” She leaned close, “maybe if you play your cards right, we can get lost in each other for the night…just me you and a dark room” she pulled away her smile wide and full with nothing but trouble as she leaned against the counter. “You could…kiss me here unless your too scared to show some affection~”











 
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am looked up as Messiah mysteriously appeared. Well, probably not mysterious. Between the drink she had been sipping on, to the pit of TikToks she'd been drug into, she just hadn't noticed him arrive. She met his eyes, both amused and unamused at the statement about the party. Seeing Caleb had thrown her off her game slightly.
"No, not at all what I had in mind. This Malibu is really hitting the spot though."
She looked up at him, raising her cup as if she was going to cheers to him.

Taking the final sip of what was in her cup and turning back around to the counter, she let out a sigh,
"It's okay though, I have no plans on remembering tonight anyway,"
Sam had decided earlier, and told Tucker she planned on getting wasted. But that was fine, she'd make her way back home, she always did.

Sam poured herself another drink and lifted herself up to sit on the counter, considering Messiah's offer to keep her company for a little while. It wouldn't be bad to have him for company. They got along, and they clicked really well together. She made eye contact with him, a glint of excitement in her eyes.
"I suppose you could keep me company... Just for a little bit anyway."



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Tavon detested the foolish indispensable gossipy bullshit. After his conflict with Byron, the youth knew there would be repercussions, outside of detention. He wished people wouldn’t delve too profoundly into it. Shit occurred, and a fight broke out. It wasn’t anything besides that. He even, half-heartedly, conversed with Byron following the fact. Byron indicated Tavon should look at fighting professionally. It navigated Tavon’s psyche. He could be convinced but as of right now, that was just a miniscule thought upon his perception. With his discussions with Byron, Tavon concluded if the kid was getting his shit together. He could be some resemblance of friends with the kid.

Honestly, Tavon would’ve held back if Byron hadn’t stepped up on him. But he knew it’d be misconstrued. He knew some people were conscious of his heartstrings towards Dahlia. What felt like one-sided passions. He wasn’t ignorant to the evident presumptions one could sketch up.

They’d be practically wrong in their analysis. But Tavon was conscious that children cherished gossip and they’d generate whatever scene they desired.

Nonetheless, his silhouette is sitting in his Honda Accord, an old 2012 model. Dark navy blue hues upon the exterior. Exceptional stereo system, about the only thing Tavon undoubtedly desired. Nothing intricate, got Tavon from point a, to point b. Particularly in the open fields of North Dakota. Where you could go miles without viewing something but cornfields. Granted within their common location it had been heavily populated.

Driving to pick up May. Was odd, he hadn’t known May for a tremendous amount of time. But she reminded him of Lia. Not her personage but her situational status, from when Tavon first met Lia. A good soul in a shitty position. Tavon always thought about everyone other than himself, IF he noticed you. He’d journey through hell with you without even thinking twice about it. But if you drove him away he wouldn’t come kicking and screaming for you to pay attention to him.

He enjoyed May’s company and felt an attraction towards her somewhat. Though he still had sensibilities towards Lia. Deep down he comprehended Lia was the same good person she’s always been. She just withholds herself to show her true nature. Feels like she acts like her friends, and lives like her friends because she needs acceptance from others. Pursues a similar situation to a certain friend and therefore mimics their lifestyle rather than live her own. Because she never received attention from her family. Tavon grew old of her new self. Their conversations were simple, nothing too intricate because she always had this rebellious teenager act. Even to the people that she didn’t need to act around. Rather than truly just talking, Tavon grew sick of the stupid shit. So he tended to simply ask ‘You okay?’ and if the answer was ‘Yeah’ he’d move on.

May was different, she’d talk with Tavon. She made it less like a forced conversation and more like a rapid discussion. She put up with his direct bullshit. She sometimes combated it, but in a way that made sense. The two meshed, she was once again, just like Lia back before all the popularity bullshit. Lia used to make Tavon feel stupid, but now May does, at times.

Nonetheless, the youths' stereo was blazing 'Not Like Us' by Kendrick Lamar. It was so loud half the neighborhood from where he was driving could more than likely hear his intense stereo. Meanwhile, his hazel spheres attended to May. Standing there, awaiting Tavon. How long had she been waiting? That was Tavon’s initial thought. Stopping the vehicle, the car unlocked and waited for May to enter. Once she had gotten into the vehicle Tavon navigated his digits to the stereo, turning the music down because they’d naturally talk about various things.

Listening to her gentle tones, Tavon listened before responding
“The lake sounds legit.”
Tavon stated, pressing his foot down upon the gas pedal as his hazel spheres would rotate between looking upon the street, and May. An amiable crease flowed across his lips upon her comment about origami, and him knowing she’d take it seriously.
“I mean, yeah. I figured you’d take it seriously.”
Tavon couldn’t help but give off a gentle chuckle across his lips
“If you’re up for it. Can always wait.”
The youth stated, he already knew that the answer was going to be no. However, there had been another matter at hand that was extremely noticeable. Tavon naturally held nothing back
“So, what the fuck is the getup for?”


He inquired, though she did look good. Which made Tavon question things even further. But it wasn’t like May she he couldn’t help but continue his amiable chuckling
“Unlike you, not that I’m complaining. Just not what I expected.”
He said with a smile across his lips, as they neared the lake that they were headed to.

Once arriving the youth parked his car upon an empty spot. Naturally given the time of day there hadn’t been many around, which was to be expected. Getting out of the vehicle after parking, taking his keys. He’d talk with May about his getup. She better not turn into Lia. Desire some semblance of ridiculous popularity. Shit was way too overrated.

































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Trey was not sure exactly what to say with Dana this first time they were alone with each other and Spica was not there, for the moment. But he said then, "You did not know Spica well very long. What was happening when you first met?"

Dana said, "Actually I met Spica a rather long while ago, we were both going to another school before this one, and we met along the way. We each had pursuits that interested the other. But school life became really demanding there, and we did not manage to see each other again hardly ever then. When we recently saw each other after we had both started at this school, we both recognized each other. We talked, and talked more, and it was not much longer until Spica asked me out to see a movie. I went with him, and we ate together at a nice place after that. It was enjoyable, and I told him I would go out for another evening with him when we could. When we did go out, we let each other know we wanted to still be together."

Trey said, "It can really work to have a history, like that. I don't have any such thing, having been moving from place to place so much. I don't see much opportunities from that."

She smiled. "You might find interesting pursuits here that could help."

"I did, I started involvement in theater here."

Dana said, "Oh! That is a very interesting choice! So you will be in a production acting?"

Trey said, "We who are involved in the school theater are planning on it. I am trying out for two different roles in the play we selected, though I will take one of them, the one that is most promising to me."

"Oh! I am sure interested. What will the play be, then?"

"Bedknobs and Broomsticks. It is a story from an old movie many decades ago."

"Really? You will try doing that story? I really want to come to see it." Dana genuinely looked excited.

Spica came back then, holding a tray with three drinks, one a glass of what must be a mixed drink, one a glass of red wine, and one a can of ginger ale.

Dana saw him and said, "Impressive. You remember I had once said I like having red wine."
 
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Bentley was being a total bitch and while she supposed she could understand this was a "big night" or whatever. Not inviting your sister to a party in her own home when you know that's her favorite pass time is still a dick move. She was invited to the opposing schools after party, but that was when she thought they were gonna win. It's no fun going to a sports after party for a team that lost. Especially by herself, maybe if she'd actually tried to convince Dahlia to come she'd have chanced it, but she wasn't evil and could see the way Bentley has been looking at her. Which honestly why she wasn't super close to those guys anymore. First the cheating with Alexa and Connor on him, but if he's gonna risk it all for Dahlia with Byron still involved she wants no parts. She was hoping he wasn't that stupid and will at least wait till they inevitably break up, but who knows. She didn't, and didn't want to.

Originally she was going to a rival school party tonight, but then was invited to hang with Tavon and Mei who apparently needed to get out for a bit after what happened today. She was glad the girl was out of the hospital, but that wasn't exactly how she planned on spending her night. It was far to calm. However it was nice of them to invite her, and the rival school party was a bit of a drive she didn't wanna pay that much to an uber. Not that it was her money, but still.

Her brow perked up when she saw the message from Byron on her phone talking about Bentley. Normally she'd stay neutral, but she was pissed at her brother for leaving her favorite shoes outside for over an hour where anyone could've taken them. Luckily they were still there, and not too scuffed except on the bottom. So she supposed she'd let him live. If they were gone she fully intended to crash the party and make a BIG deal of herself as retribution. Byron's invitation however definitely gives her an excuse to crash...well it's not crashing with an invite! Plus he was getting her a drink, it'd be rude at this point NOT to go right?

She texted Tavon a quick change of plans, but she hopes he enjoys his night before heading back to the house. She sent a text to Byron like he asked when she got close. The party was in full swing, so there was a chance her brother was too drunk to care that she showed up. She hopped out the uber and walked in making her way to the kitchen hoping to find something to get her buzz started. The only thing that sucked about tonight was her boyfriend wasn't here. She hated partying without him. She tapped someone randomly on the shoulder, "Hey you seen the host around?" She asked smirking.

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