Personality: Rachel was the social butterfly when she was younger but as she aged she pretty much stuck to socializing with a few close friends and just being polite to people out of that circle. Once her mind has been made up it is extremely hard to change and she is loyal to a fault. Choosing to let people see her smile and laugh constantly it is hard to believe that she has a tender heart at times and that some things do get under her skin.
Bio: Rachel has lived in the same small town all her life and though her parents are in the middle class she was never given much. Rachel has dated a few guys but none of them seemed like "Mr. Right" so she did not do that much in the way of intimacy with them. A huge animal lover Rachel is usually not without her dog and goes around helping various animals when she can.
Name: Elizabeth "Liz" Marie Miller
Siblings: 2 younger brothers (Mitchel and George) and one younger sister (Annie)
Fiance: James but he was killed
Bio: Liz is a bit of a hot head and has no problem saying what she is thinking even if it is not very nice. Before James was killed she use to be a lot more rigid but since his death she lives her life every day without regrets and has the most fun possible all the time.
Family: Darien (father), Charlie (mother), Violet (aunt), Martin (uncle), Jayden, Rory, Kayla, Sarah, Ruby, Emma (cousins)
Personality: As a child, Dante was very sweet and hyperactive, always standing by the side of his best friend. Nowadays he’s a little more reserved, thanks to years of social training that have taught him how to behave. He can still be excitable sometimes, but tries to contain it. Dante likes to read, he developed a liking for history at a young age.
Bio: Dante was the son of two middle class parents and went to a normal school as a child. When his parents died in a head-on collision with a truck, he learned that his distant relatives had a lot of money, and that he was going to be taken in by them. Driven by grief at his parents’ death and the allure of the promised new life, he began to treat his friend horribly and left her behind without saying goodbye. Now, he regrets his actions and needs her help to hold onto his fortune.
Name: Liam Padraig
Age: 19, going on 20
Personality: Liam can be really malicious when he's jealous, but he's capable of being kind and sweet - he just doesn't show it often. When he has to kill on the job, it causes him distress, but he works hard anyway. He doesn't always get along well with his twin, Quinn, but actually loves him very much.
Bio: Born in Ireland, Liam and Quinn learned to hunt from an early age. Raised in a house just outside a small village, they never knew anything bigger than that until they travelled to Japan to train as bodyguards. He used to date Dante until he was dumped for cheating on him.
Name: Quinn Padraig
Age: 19, going on 20
Personality: Quinn can be a sweet guy but he focuses on work a lot, which requires him to push his emotions into the back seat. He's known to be a playboy, but he does tend to settle down once he has a steady girlfriend. He is dedicated to his job and often goes beyond what is expected of him to keep the Marco family safe. Loves his brother very much but doesn't usually show it.
Bio: Born in Ireland, Liam and Quinn learned to hunt from an early age. Raised in a house just outside a small village, they never knew anything bigger than that until they travelled to Japan to train as bodyguards. Used to date Rachel.
Dante stared down at the piece of paper in his hand, something he'd paid thousands of dollars to get ahold of. It was the email address of his old friend, or rather, ex-friend, Rachel Parker. The very thought of the things he'd put her through sent a chill down his spine.
Even worse - he now had to depend on her, her choice would determine whether he could continue to live in luxury or face reality again. Dante really hoped she was still a bit sympathetic and would at least consider his offer.
He crossed his penthouse to get to his laptop, and signed into his email. Quickly, he typed her email address in, and composed a new message.
Hi, it's me, Dante. I know you're probably still mad at me, but the main point of this is to apologise... I know what I did was wrong, and it's almost driven me crazy with guilt.
But I have a favour to ask you. I know, "the nerve", "how dare he ask a favour" etc etc. I don't have the right, but there is something in it for you.
I can't inherit anything if I'm not married by the time I'm 19. I'm guessing you already know what I'm going to ask... If you come here and pretend to date me for a few months, then marry me for three, we can divorce and I'll be able to inherit. Then, for as long as you live, I'll give you whatever it is you want. I know it probably doesn't sound like it's worth it, but I would owe you so much if you agreed. You're the only person I can ask. Please? I know this is pathetic, but I really need your help.
I hope you'll agree to it.
He swallowed, and then hit send, hoping for a postive response...
Rachel was sound asleep when her phone made the beep saying she had received email. Reaching up sleepily for her phone she glanced at the clock 3:15 and sighed. Having no clue who would email her at a time like this she drug herself out of bed and turned on her computer. Yawning she waited as it loaded and then opened her email.
Not recognizing the email she almost did not click it but figured her virus protection would pick up anything dangerous. Cold sweat broke out on the back of her neck as she read the email. Disbelief, shock, anger, and hurt overwhelmed her. "Dante...." Not able to move she just sat there in utter and complete shock.
When she was finally able to move she set her hands on the keys and typed back.
"Dante or whoever you are,
I have no reason to believe you are Dante, he walked out of my life years ago and never looked back. If this is some joke you are just cruel but on the slim chance this is not prove to me you are who you say.
Hitting the send button seemed to take the last of her strength and she slumped back in her desk chair as memories of Dante, her childhood best friend, rushed back to her.
Dante was surprised at the quick response, but opened it and read it.
"Oh... it does seem like one of those stupid scams," he said to himself, then clicked "reply".
"I didn't expect your reply this fast. Isn't it like, 3 am for you? I guess this does seem kinda fake though. Okay, proof that I am who I say... When we were four, you made me wear a pink tutu and told my parents that I was now a girl and that my name was Danielle. What you don't know is they kept calling me that for weeks and I got confused about which really was my name. Something else - my parents died on the 13th of July, eight years ago."
Dante hit send and then pulled his shoes off, and put them on the rack inside his large walk-in wardrobe.
Rachel was sitting in the chair still in shock when she noticed a new message come into her mailbox. Seeing it was the same email address she plucked up her courage and reached for the mouse. After a couple deep breaths she opened it up.
Upon seeing the mention of the pink tutu incident Rachel smiled just a hair but it immediately faded when her eyes fell upon the part about the death of Mr and Mrs Marco. She had liked them both and been grief struck when they died to make it even worse Dante had changed from her best friend to a relentless tormentor.
Reaching up she fingered her hair which was long once again, one of the last times she had seen Dante he had butchered her hair. It had taken years to grow back and she had been ridiculed for the rest of the school year for having a "boy's haircut."
"Fine you must be who you say, no one else would know that. I would think after eight years of being pampered you would of at least learned to ask for a favor at an appropriate hour. It is indeed 3:30am here and I got school tomorrow. I am going back to bed!
After a few moments she typed out her phone number in a PS, maybe yelling at him with her voice would make her feel better. She doubted it, everything had changed the day he left without a word and she had never been the same.
Hitting send she turned off her computer and went back to bed. Sleep evaded her though, she just laid there curled up on her side recalling the painful memories she had of her ex-friend who was suppose to have stayed a memory.
Dante was a little surprised at her snippy reply. She sure seemed to be angry about it.
"Well, I didn't expect you to recieve the message until a reasonable hour... But I'll leave you alone then. sad I won't contact you again if you're gonna be so pissy at me."
He flopped down onto his bed and began to surf the internet, feeling twice as guilty now that it seemed he had no chance to make it up to her, and now that it looked like he wasn't going to be able to inherit anything. He'd have to live in a house! A shiver ran down his spine at the thought of losing his penthouse and all that came with it.
Memories of horrible things he'd done to Rachel ran through his head, and now he wondered if this was karma. After being granted such a wonderful gift, to turn around and torture his best friend...
It was only when he was swimming in the pool his family owned that he realised just how much he missed her when there were no other children to play games with. Every so often he felt that realisation again, and for ages he'd been trying to find Rachel so he could apologise. To be shot down like this was disheartening to say the least.
Dante climbed off his bed and removed his clothes to change into some comfortable pyjamas. He wore a pair of red flannel pants and the matching shirt, but had the shirt unbuttoned because his penthouse was already warm enough. He reached into the fridge to get a drink and sat back on his bed while he swallowed the contents of the can.
Rachel heard her phone beep again saying she had another message. Pulling the pillow over her head she ignored it and tried to go back to sleep but it was in vain. Groaning when her alarm went off Rachel drug herself out of bed and changed into some jeans and a t-shirt. Staring at her computer she thought about the email and decided to check it. While she waited for the computer to turn on and load her email she ran a brush through her hair.
Upon seeing the rude reply back Rachel just sat there stunned. Finally she looked down at her dog. "I guess it was not bad enough he destroyed me now he wants to make me feel bad for telling him how rude he was. What do you think Lolly?" The light brown dog just wagged her tail happily. "He was my best friend, do I owe him for that or did my loyalty to him dissolve with what he did to me?"
It was almost time for her to leave for school and she was at a loss of what to do. Once more she typed out her phone number, nothing else and set it up to send so it would be 8am Dante's time. She would not be rude to him and wake him like he had her.
"Come on Lolly, lets head to school." The old dog happily followed her out of her room and waited patiently as she put on her coat and grabbed her backpack. Neither of her parents were home, they both worked nights and did not get home until after she had left for school. Lolly fell in beside Rachel as she headed for school.
Rachel had chosen Lolly from the pound the day after Dante had disappeared and she had quickly become her best friend. However the dog was getting older and nearing the end of her life.
Dante spent his entire night worrying and barely slept. When his phone told him he had one new message, he groaned and went to check his mail. There was no point in trying to sleep more. He switched his computer on and called down to the kitchen to order some food for breakfast. He couldn't be bothered to make his own.
As soon as his computer loaded, he logged in to look at his email and saw her number there again. Dante figured she must want to talk properly, but that would have to wait until he had done all his morning schedule and until she was out of school. He pulled his phone out and texted her.
"Okay, I'm sorry about my last reply. Thinking about it, that was rude. sad Even if you can't/won't help me, I still want to make up... I was such an a** to you, I even wrecked your lovely hair. Karma's finally kicking my a** for that now, heh."
He hit send and walked to the bathroom to take a hot shower. Once he got out and dressed into another pair of pyjamas, his food came, so he ate it then brushed his teeth. Dante then returned to bed and curled up, wondering of she would ever actually forgive him.
Dante hadn't had a close friend since Rachel. They'd all wanted to be close because of his money and family, but he'd known Rachel since before he even knew he had other family. He sighed, this was the kind of thing he thought about all the time - what he'd lost, and just how much he'd hurt her.
Rachel had turned her phone off once she got to school and checked it at lunch. Seeing a new text from a number she did not recognize she opened the text and saw it was from Dante. Her usual smile vanished and she went deathly pale. The girls who were having lunch with her were worried and took her to the nurse's office. After they left she texted him back. "I never said I would not help you...." She just could not turn down a person who needed help especially Dante, he had been her best friend and she had never replaced him.
Leaving the nurse's office she headed to class but did poorly and her teachers kept snapping at her to get stuff right. Her mind was on Dante, it kept going back and forth between the friend he had been and then the bully he had turned into. Rachel wondered which one existed now.
Dante looked down at his phone as it buzzed and read he text. He read it over a couple of times to make sure he read it correctly, and then replied.
"Really? I assumed you wouldn't, because of what I did. I'm thinking about you a LOT, because you're he only friend I've ever had that I could trust. I know you liked my parents and their deaths were hard on you too, so it's even worse that I took it out on you... I really am sorry, Chelly-Bean. sad "
He thought about using his childhood nickname for her before he wrote it. He decided to call her Chelly-Bean because of the last four letters in her name and had called her that up until his parents died. Dante sent the text and returned to his book that lay open on his lap, about marriage laws. Whether she helped or not, he still needed to know if here were loopholes he could abuse.
He shut the book a few minutes later and wondered if she'd even recognize him now. As a child, he'd been ridiculously chubby and barely even cute enough to pull it off. Over the years, he had dropped that weight and become skinnier and fitter, now having strength from muscles rather than fat. Dante liked to think he was okay looking, but he'd never had too much confidence in his looks anyway.
Rachel had forgotten to turn off her phone and it beeped in the middle of her history class. The teacher was not happy at all and for the first time in her life Rachel had to serve detention after school.
Dragging herself out of class she checked her phone during the 10 minute break and saw his text along with the old nickname he had used to call her. Not even sure what to say to him and feeling sick she stumbled to her next class PE and quickly changed. Before shutting her phone in her locker she sent him one more text. "If I do this it would not be for you. You and I both know I owe you nothing..."
Slamming the locker door she headed outside for some track.
(Sorry if I make spelling of grammar mistakes, I'm posting on my iPod touch. XD )
Dante was about to sign into his laptop when he got her next text. He stopped and flipped his phone open to read it over.
"I know, but it still makes me happy that you're considering it. I wish I could come to see you, but you have school five days a week so I'd barely get to see you. sad"
It was only after he sent it that he realized that he did have another option. He could make a big donation to her school and then request enrollment in all her classes. It'd be fun to see what she looked like now, and maybe mess with her a little bit by not telling her who he was until maybe the middle of his first day.
Dante doubted that she'd appreciate the joke, but it might be a good chance to make up. He knew one thing for sure: as soon as he told her his name, he would want to give her an enormous hug.
Rachel dropped down and heard the whistle took off running. She liked to run but today she tore up the track. It was as if her anger and hurt at Dante took over and she flew along the track finishing far ahead of everyone else. Finishing PE she headed for the locker room and the showers. Thankfully she went to a private school which meant stall showers.
Pouring shampoo in her hair she thought about Dante again. He would not even recognize her, the knobbly knee stick of a girl was gone. She had filled out and several guys in school were trying to get her to date them and more.
Finishing her shower she quickly changed back into her school clothes and ran for her last class still wanting to burn out her anger and hurt. Checking her phone she saw another message from him. "If you are asking me to miss school to come see you not going to happen. I wont mess up graduating." Turning her phone to silent she tried to focus on her French class.