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Shea drove up with her "friend", J.T, who dropped her off in his platinum Bugatti. She had one of her own, but she'd rather him drive her, and pick her up when it was over. She got out, fixing her little skirt. She looked amazing; she had to admit that. She said bye to J.T, smiled at him, and left the car, approaching with a gift bag and herself. He'd told her to bring fireball; apparently it was a good party favor. She pushed back her hair, sighing nervously. She doubted she'd know anyone. She saw a gorgeous girl standing at the door. Was this that girl she'd heard about? Kayla, was it? She decided she'd say hi. The Buggatti pulled out, and she glanced down at her Jimmy Choos, and her Chanel clutch. She was finally thankful for her mother's shopping habit...
"Hey," she smiled at her sweetly, "You're Kayla, right?" She asked, pulling some lipgloss out of her clutch.
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Shea drove up with her "friend", J.T, who dropped her off in his platinum Bugatti. She had one of her own, but she'd rather him drive her, and pick her up when it was over. She got out, fixing her little skirt. She looked amazing; she had to admit that. She said bye to J.T, smiled at him, and left the car, approaching with a gift bag and herself. He'd told her to bring fireball; apparently it was a good party favor. She pushed back her hair, sighing nervously. She doubted she'd know anyone. She saw a gorgeous girl standing at the door. Was this that girl she'd heard about? Kayla, was it? She decided she'd say hi. The Buggatti pulled out, and she glanced down at her Jimmy Choos, and her Chanel clutch. She was finally thankful for her mother's shopping habit...
"Hey," she smiled at her sweetly, "You're Kayla, right?" She asked, pulling some lipgloss out of her clutch.
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