[ Poll ] WEDDiNG GARTERS && HUGO BOSS TUXEDOS ;; 3B1G

WOAH HE'S HOT

BEN LUTHOR.		11.8%	[ 4 ]
NATHAN CRAYFORD.		35.3%	[ 12 ]
CHARLIE DAWSON.		8.8%	[ 3 ]
DEXTER OMEN.		17.6%	[ 6 ]
NICK WALSH		11.8%	[ 4 ]
SAMUEL SELLICK.		14.7%	[ 5 ]

Total Votes: 34

[PRETTY LiTTLE LiAR]

BENALEXLUTHOR
(the whispers that it won't last roll up and down the pew)

Aww, she was so sentimental about love.

Her cynical musings on weddings that were scarily similar to his brought a bemused grin to Ben's lips. Brides were supposed to be like Blair - well, like Blair before she dropped the baby bomb - happy and delirious and painfully happy. He could understand why - well, maybe not understand, but he could at least see why - she wanted to marry Nate, to feel that security. To know that someone actually gave a ******** about you, and would at least put up the pretense of loving you till death parts you. Load of s**t. Love didn't exist. "No, Bella," he instructed her. "Weddings are used so we won't die alone," he told her with a shrug. Why else would people tie themselves to each other? Fear of loneliness. It was as simple as that. She dangled the ring in his face, her tantalizing fingers so close to grazing his skin. She was so right. That ring wasn't a fairytale. It was a death sentence. "Then what is it?" he asked, but his question got lost in her own steady, slightly threatening words. She warned him not to ******** up the wedding - what wedding was she talking about? Blairs or hers?

He was dangerously close to destroying both.

"I don't define love...it doesn't exist," he told her, raising his eyebrows as her lips formed a devilish smile. Her hand was pressing against his chest, and he could feel the light scrape of her fingernails against the fabric of his shirt. They were dangerously close now, their lips separated by a few mere inches. One innocent kiss couldn't hurt, right? "And to be honest...I never really imagined you to be the blushing bride," he murmured as he leaned his head forward, his lips finding hers with a familiar ease. He had chosen Blair over her...why? He slid his hand onto the small of her back, running up her exposed spine and back down to the edge of Nate's boxers that she was still wearing for some reason. At the moment, Ben didn't really care that he was kissing someone else's future wife. He didn't really care that she might be using him to get her last ******** out of her system - he was sure that the idea of only having Nate to sleep with for the rest of her life was exactly appealing. He didn't really care that his girlfriend was somewhere in this hotel, that her fiance was in the same room as the engaged girl he'd already kissed and knocked up.

None of that really mattered at the moment. It was as if soon as thier lips touched, all those other thoughts fled his mind like a criminal at a crime scene. All he wanted right now was to be with Bella again. This would only make the situation worse, for everyone...but all those logical concerns were no longer important. Everyone else could go to hell - this was what he did best, after all. He just ******** things up. It was practically expected of him out of this point...and they couldn't let everyone down now, could they? Not once considering pulling his lips from hers, Ben put his other hand to the back of her head of silky brown waves, gently pressing her down against the mattress. Yeah...sure, just one innocent kiss. There was no such thing as an 'innocent' kiss in Dalton Heights. Especially not when Ben was involved.

[l a d y __ t e r r o r]

♥ the b***h is baaaaaaaaaaaaaack,
xxxxxxxthe b***h is baaaaaaaaaaaaaack.
xxxxxxxxxxxand engaged, oh my! ♥

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"That's what Ben Luthor thinks. Because heaven forbid, he'll never get married. He'll be the next Hugh Hefner," she chuckled. "This ring is for security, for that feeling someone gives a ******** about you and your life. Weddings are the unions of lost souls," she said quietly, startled at her own sentimentality. s**t. Bella was about to take it back when Ben spoke of love not existing - though she couldn't argue that one. Bella didn't believe in things she never saw, and love was something she had not yet experienced. So did it really exist? Her and Nate were not even love. They were dysfunctional. Blair and Nick had been shot to hell the moment they walked into that hotel. Whatever love was, it grew and died quickly. Or it was a blooming flower, and parasites like Ben and Bella came and killed it before it got the chance to grow and blossom fully. Ben had a point - Bella would never be a true bride. She'd get married to get the cash; certainly not for love. So why in the hell had she married Nate?

Nate was the farthest thing from her mind when Ben's lips met hers in a powerful passion, making the b***h's heart skip a beat. She felt so stupid and helpless for letting Ben gain control over her - letting him in, for one, had been the biggest mistake. Because wherever the boy went, no doubt trouble would follow. Bella couldn't help but kiss him back, pressing onto Ben's chest and her other hand sliding up his neck, gently digging her nails into the soft flesh. Bella really didn't care she was sharing the boy with Blair - her enemy; and some fiancee. It was irrelevant. Her life was ******** already. Bella kissed him deeply, her lids dropping as she was lost in the moment.

Easily moved by Ben, she laid down on the mattress, arching her back to press against him. The hand on his chest easily moved to the hem of his shirt, tugging gently. Despite the fact Nate could've walked in at any moment and taken the beautiful ring right off her finger, she didn't care. Ben was all she wanted, despite the loads of baggage he came with.

Loads? More like truckloads.

[WOAH iTS SUPERGiRL]

xD waiting for a nick post.

[WOAH iTS SUPERGiRL]

blair charles andrews

xxxxxxxxxhere comes the bride all dressed in white.

xxxxxxxxxxxI'M MRS. LIFESTYLES OF THE RICH AND FAMOUS.

Blair shuffled her feet awkwardly at the door, look up at the people staring at her. Usually that would have been a good thing, having all eyes on her. At this moment it didn't feel to great at all. She'd much rather have them all doing their own thing, rather then staring at her. She was already nervous and the attention only made it worse.

Her eyes moved from familiar faces all around the room, most faces that she missed seeing everyday of her life and then there was Nate. God, he just had to be here at this very moment. Couldn't he be of somewhere, possibly ******** Bella considering that's all the two were actually good at. Moving in the room, Blair silently made her way over to Nick. She spotted another girl talking to him, she could wait. What Blair had to say was probably much more important then whatever she was going to mention. Trying her best to give the girl a proper smile and not an awkward one or one of those you should really get the hell out of here smiles "I'm so sorry, could you
excuse us for a second? I was just wondering if you would let me steal my fiancee from you?" Blair gave the girl another nod, before taking Nick's hand and gently pulling him of to an empty corner.

Throwing her arms around his neck, Blair leaned in to give him a quick yet passionate kiss. "Hey..." she pulled away looking into his eyes as she felt the guilt run through her body at the speed of like. She couldn't believe herself, how could she be such a b***h? The way his eyes looked at her, she could tell that he loved her and here she was carrying another mans child? "I'm so sorry, i'm late..." her voice came out lower then she'd expected. She gave him a weak smile, before placing her head on his chest. Knowing that Nick was hers was amazing. Hadn't she said that about Ben?

God she was a selfish b***h.

She wanted him to hold her just one last time before she told him everything. After that Nick Walsh wouldn't be hers. Quietly listening to the sound of his steady heart beat, Blair look up at Nick again this time, her eyes filled with worry.

ooc ; i reposted it. just in case you missed it the first time.

[The Dread Pirate Red]

Keira Charisma Walsh
Do you want to know the real difference between us?



Keira Walsh stretched her body out over the length of her bed. Her eyes drifted lazily to the digital clock on the nightstand as she contemplated letting her feet touch the floor. She was supposed to be getting ready for her brother’s wedding rehearsal and the solitude of her bedroom allowed her the luxury to fully wince at the thought. It wasn’t that she was against her brother being married. Oh heavens no. It was just who he was marrying. That chavvy woman who thought she was the cat’s pajamas because she was from the Upper East Side. Blair Andrews. The British girl folded her arms and propped her chin up on them. Blair thought she was something special because she had always been a rich American and now claimed a spot as a well-known designer. Of course, it was difficult to think of someone like Blair as high society when you had grown up rubbing elbows with real royalty. Keira stretched herself out again. Whatever had happened to Nick and Pamela? She had certainly liked Pamela better than Blair and the former was much better suited to be marrying her brother. The world certainly did work in mysterious ways. Especially given the fact that now Pamela was in the bridal party. Her brown eyes rolled back towards the clock. Finally, she swung her legs over the side of her bed and stood up.

The intention was to be fashionably late, with secret hopes to anger Blair in the process. In Keira’s mind if she could get Blair angry, her brother would see what a dreadful person he was marrying and call off the wedding. Of course the girl had been obliged to cozy up to the woman. Mummy and daddy had just found her far too charming to ignore. At the time, she had hoped the relationship would eventually break-up (as most tended to do) and she could go on living her life. Who would have guessed that it would have come this far? Keira shook her head, miffed at the very idea even though it was happening all around her. She put the wedding in the back of her mind, where it belonged in order to properly get ready for the rest of the day. The movement through the routine was slow, still making a conscious effort not to be on time to the rehearsal. Of course, she couldn’t be too late either. It was a thin and dangerous line this young lady walked in her high heeled shoes; the line between upsetting Blair and hurting her brother. If only she had been up to date on the entire goings of this particular morning. The goings on that would lay waste to the current battle she was fighting. Chiefly: that Blair Andrews was going to be late to her own rehearsal. It was abnormal even for someone who needed to be the center of attention like most people needed air.

Fresh out of the shower and clad only in her undergarments, Keira padded back towards her closet. She knew exactly what she was going to wear before she had even opened the doors, but it used up time to pretend to be looking. After the façade of a debate, she pulled a white shirt with a scoop neck over her head and a high-waist, black pencil skirt over her legs. While making sure the shirt was tucked into the skirt she slipped a rather plain pair of black heels onto her feet. Now it was time to tackle hair. Her hands moved to carefully place every hair on her head into a neat bun that formed low on her head, around the top of her neck. She took another moment to examine her own final product. It was her chief ambition in life to exude class in everything she did, hoping that it would offset the party girl lifestyle she had fallen into. Oh the burdens of being popular.

A few minutes later, when it was just quarter after ten, Keira found herself arriving at the church. “Sorry I’m late. Traffic was…” On the drive over she had prepared a stock lie about how traffic had been a fright. Walking into the church now, she saw it was unnecessary. Blair didn’t even appear to be here yet. Disappointed at the failure of her plan, the petite brunette took a seat in one of the pews to wait, texting her mates from school about the truly terrible situation. Her brother was marrying a woman who was simply dreadful to begin with and now the inconsiderate American couldn’t even be on time to her own wedding rehearsal. Her mates all replied back, offering the feeble sympathy she had been hoping to find in them. None of them really understood why she was causing such a fuss over the whole wedding thing, but were willing to offer their condolences when Keira sought them. Anything to stay in her good graces.

The minutes ticked by. Well, more like dragged on. Keira sat patiently with the others. She wasn’t about to strike up a conversation with any of them. First of all, she simply wasn’t that interested in talking to any of Blair’s friends who were in the wedding party as she had already lumped them in the category of ‘Unworthy for Association’ by their already established association with Blair. Hence, she avoided exchanging niceties with them unless it was absolutely demanded. Second of all, any of Nick’s friends she could ring up and talk to any time. The whole thing was really turning out to be quite the bore.

Blair did eventually turn up. “Finally.” Keira muttered quietly and under her breath. She hadn’t even bothered to look up when Blair announced her arrival. Why give her the satisfaction? It would have been a wasted effort anyway, since Blair immediately went over to Nick and dragged him away from talking with Pamela. That was just like her too. To think the whole world needed to stop what it was doing just for her. Keira rolled her eyes yet again and went back to texting with her mates from school. It looked like they were going to be here for a while still.

I have class and you don't.

[LiFEGUARD BY DAY]

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NATHAN LEE CRAYFORD

❝ the BEST MAN ❞
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Bella's text message only increased Nate's hatred for this wedding rehearsal bullshit. Sure, Blair had show up, but now she wanted to pull Nick off into a corner and talk to him, not get things started so he could get out and eat and ******** his fiance. Impatient and irritated, he glanced to where Pamela stood, what little loyalty he had left the only factor keeping him there. "I'm gonna go grab something to eat," he told no one in particular, pushing up the sleeves of his white button - down shirt. "If Nick asks, tell him I'll be back." If Blair asked, he hoped someone would tell her to go ******** herself, because that's what he would have said.

Of course, Nate had no real intention of getting food. Sure, he was hungry, but in his world, sex always came before food, without question. Before anyone could object, he slipped from the church and took the short walk to the hotel, not at all bothered by the rain as he had been earlier. When stuffed into a church, waiting on a woman you loathe, crappy weather just adds to a bad mood. When leaving that church, going to the woman you love, it didn't matter at all. The only pause in his stride came as he lingered in the lobby, brushing rain out of his hair and wondering if he should stop to get Bella something. Breakfast? Coffee? Flowers? He'd always been Mr. Romantic, because he knew girls liked that kinda s**t, but it had only been for Bella (and, okay, maybe Blair once upon a time) that he'd meant it. But he was empty - handed as he stepped into the elevator. After all, he probably only had a good fifteen minutes before Nick and Blair stopped their idiocy and he had to be back. He wanted to make the most of his time, and the draw of Bella wearing nothing but his boxers was too damn strong.

One lengthy elevator ride later, he pushed his key car into the hotel door, retracted it, and turned the handle. "Baby? You know I -- "

Talk about deja vu.

It was high school all over again, Ben Luthor ******** with his perfect relationship and with the girl he was in love with, and, this time, it seemed Ben wanted to add insult to that long list of ******** ups he'd done to him, because they were in the very bed he was sharing with Bella. Words were lost on the situation. Thoughts were lost. There was no way to express how Nate felt, stumbling upon his fiance tangled underneath another man, a man who had once been his best friend. All of his hunger vanished. Unaware he'd even been holding his breath, his chest expanded in a sudden, deep breath, and then contracted, so tight he could hardly think, let alone breathe. And his stomach. ********. s**t. It felt like someone had just kicked him square in the gut, again, and again, and again.

And then it all exploded.

Without a word, he crossed the room in a matter of seconds and ripped Ben off Bella by the back of his shirt, tossing him from the bed. The next moment, his hand contacted with Ben's face in a sickening crack of bone on bone. If Nate had thought one punch would get it out of his system, he was wrong. It did nothing but incite him more. All the anger he'd felt at Ben over the years, over the Blair situation, over the way he hadn't cared about their friendship, over all the bullshit he'd pulled, exploded in anger all over his face. How many times Nate hit him, he didn't know, but in the end, his knuckles were raw and covered in what seemed to be his own blood too, and finally, he rounded on Bella.

He wanted to yell at her. He really did. More than that, he actually wanted to hit her, wanted to hit her too, but briefly, in disbelief, all he could do was stare, and when he finally spoke, his voice was flat. He'd loved her. He'd loved her enough to give up his bachelorhood and marry her. He'd loved her enough to stop ******** around. Clearly, none of that had been reciprocated. [******** this. ******** you, Bella. If you're going to throw away what we have for a guy who doesn't care about you -- who doesn't care about anyone but himself -- then I don't want to be anywhere near you. I thought Blair was bad." His mouth felt dry, desperately dry, and for a second, he felt tears cloud the back of his throat. "I'm really glad I didn't marry you. I hope you're happy ******** around for the rest of your life, 'cause I won't be in it."

If he had stayed another second, he would have cried, that much was certain. As calmly as he could, he left the room (though he had to pause to give Ben a swift kick in the ribs), though by the time he hit the elevator, he was shaking. ********, [********] the elevator. He took the stairs back to the lobby, jogging down three at a time, the cloud of red anger slowly fading. "I'm going to need another room. A suit. Towards the top, preferably," he told the desk attendee who stared at him blankly. It was then that Nate realized he was speckled with blood, not to mention the state of his knuckles on his right hand. Reaching into his back pocket somewhat painfully, he pulled out his wallet and his American Express card. Money always spoke better than words.

At once, the attendee smiled and took the card. "Will there be anything else, Mr. Crayford?"

Nate returned the smile ruefully, feeling as if he might throw up. "A towel for my hand, if you could." With difficulty, he reached into his back pocket for a text he didn't want to send, but knew he had to, and pulled up Nick's name on his phone.

i just caught bella ******** ben luthor.
i don't know when i'll be back or if i'll be hanging around here.
i'm really sorry, man.
- nate

[PRETTY LiTTLE LiAR]

BENALEXLUTHOR
(the whispers that it won't last roll up and down the pew)

Ben leaned into her kiss, so happy to feel her lips against his. This was why he told Blair to live out her own dreams, to tell Nick that the kid was his...this, kissing Bella, someone else's fiance, was all that Ben would ever be. As that thought slipped from his mind as his fingers trailed over the bare skin of her hipbones, he heard a noise that sent an actual shiver of fear up and down his spine. Oh s**t. Was that the ******** door? Ben felt Nick's fist upon his cheek before he could even register his half-greeting to Bella. In one fell swoop, Ben tumbled backwards to the ground. Finally. The beating he had been expecting fearing. Dreading. He knew this would happen. It was only a matter of time that Nate broke his picture-perfect shell and actually let a real, genuine emotion come over him. Unfortunately, that one emotion had to be anger. Against Ben. In a storm of fists. Rather then try and get up and make this a fair fight, Ben knew he just had to let Nate get his frustration out. Taking the time and strength to actually stand on his own two feet would be counterproductive, Nate would just knock him down again.

And knock him out again.

Ben could hear a sickening crack of bone coming from his own face, and as a searing pain spread over the left side of his face like wildfire, the world went black.

He dragged his eyelids open with difficulty, trying to register the last few events. Right. Blair, crying in front of him, telling him she was pregnant. Right. Him telling her that he would allow Nick to be the father he couldn't be. Right. Him coming up to Bella, kissing her. Right. Nate's fist on the side of his face. It all made some sort of blurry, confusing sense somehow. As if he knew all along, that he'd end up on the floor of Bella's hotel room, his shirt drenched in his own blood, unable to feel part of his face and barely able to see out of his left eye, listening to Nate scream at Bella. Because that's what you do when you really love somebody, enough to commit to them for the rest of your life - you tell them you don't want to be anywhere near them. Ben didn't know a whole lot about the bullshit idea that was love - but he had a feeling that this wasn't it. Unfortunately, before he could give much time to the thought, the world flickered out and into static like an old television set as Nate's foot came in contact with his rib cage

Yeah, well...he probably deserved that.

Drawing his eyes open again, Ben grabbed hold of a nearby chair to help pull himself up into a sitting position on the floor, lifting one hand to his face. As he drew his fingers back, he couldn't exactly say he was surprised to see them covered in blood. "s**t," he muttered before remembering who else was still in the room. Looking sheepishly at Bella, he didn't quite know what to say. She knew this would happen, she had warned him that Nate would be back soon, but she had kissed him back, she had dug her nails into the back of his neck and pulled on his shirt and kissed him back. But considering the way she had spoke of marriage just minutes before, maybe she wouldn't care. Yeah, because that would really happen. She would just totally be okay with Nate breaking up with her. "Sorry," he murmured to her, slowly pulling his body off the floor. "Seriously Bella, sorry," he repeated. What the hell else was he supposed to say?

Ben didn't quite know what he was apologizing for - ruining her potential marriage or for the blood stain on the carpet. He didn't really feel too bad about the marriage. Nate was an a**, as he so lovingly demonstrated in the last few moments. He didn't deserve someone like Bella...and unfortunately, neither did Ben. "I can't fix things, so I won't claim I can," he told her as he crossed the room slowly to the hotel bathroom, finding a white hand towel and running it under cold water, trying hard to rinse off his face. "I'll be back, okay?" Ben promised as he stepped back into the hotel room where she was, trying hard not to make it apparent that he was trying desperately to keep from doubling over from the pain in his ribcage.

He walked unsteadily towards the door, offering Bella the best smile he could muster as he closed the door. Slamming his bloody palm against the button for the elevator, he stared at the stain he left on the pristine white wall before getting inside the elevator. Where the hell was he going? He pressed the button for the lobby, thankful he was the only one in the cramped space. He had to give Nate a piece of his ******** mind. That's where he was going. And considering the fact that he had been with Bella in Nate's hotel room, his best bet was the front desk. Stepping off the elevator as the doors slid open, he could see Nate waving a credit card in front of the concierge. Perfect. Stopping a few feet behind Nate, Ben cleared his throat. "I don't understand why you're so ******** mad," he said, spurring an angry look from an elderly woman passing by. He glared at her, realizing that standing in a hotel lobby with a bloody face, clutching his side and swearing at his former friend probably wasn't the most proper or best situation.

But the situation was what it was. And nothing could change that. "In all respects, I've done you a favor. Isn't it better that you know now rather then in a year? Two years? Five years?" he questioned, cocking his head slightly to the side. "I mean, you've never been a one-woman type of guy. I know we don't talk anymore because, well, you hate me because you can't be me, but the Nate Crayford I knew would rather have a different girl every night," Ben shrugged his shoulders. "I know that we're supposed to be mature now, but come on. People don't change that much," he said plainly, staring at Nate, refusing to look away, to seem weak, that he didn't mean his words. He meant every goddamn one.

"But you know what? This won't even affect you. Because you still get to be Nate ******** Crayford. And if you lose Blair, you don't give a s**t because you get Bella. And when you lose Bella, you won't give a s**t because you are just going to find someone else to fall head over heels for your 'charm', right? That is your next plan of action, right?" he questioned. "So stop acting like I've destroyed your entire life. Because you've pulled this little act before, and it didn't fool anyone the first time," Ben said coolly before putting on a fake, cheery smile. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to be going," he exclaimed in an over-enthusiastic tone, obviously lying. "Probably to a hospital, thanks to you," Ben said, starting to walk backwards towards the front doors of the hotel, his eyes still locked on Nate's as he gestured towards his bruised and bloody face. "I should just send the bill to Daddy Crayford, right?" he remarked, a genuine smile passing over his lips before he turned around, heading out the hotel doors. Well, if it wasn't official, it was now. Nate and Ben's friendship was over.

Ah, s**t.

How the hell was he going to explain a broken rib to his girlfriend?

[fallen potatoe]

PAMELA JANE KiNGSLEY
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx[ the scheming bridesmaid ]







h o m e w r e c k e rxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
••••••••• xoxo xo

Pammy's smile only widened with the obvious attention she received from Nick's friend; they seemed to approve of her company already, and she'd barely spoken at all. Apparently those were just a few of the perks of winning the genetic lottery, but it didn't look as though they'd included the biggest prize; Nick still kept that same almost worried look on his face. To think if she was supposed to be the bride of this wedding, and Nick loved her in stead; she'd be able to wipe that concern right off of his handsome face. She was happy that he'd complied with her suggestion, though, and even if he didn't feel the same way, at least he'd know. It'd probably make this little wedding a bridesmaid short, but he'd know. "Great! I promise, it’ll only take a second." Pammy said, grabbing gentle hold of his right bicep to cart him off to one of the church's adjacent rooms. Just a second.

Pammy's heart started fluttering almost pleasantly when she realized that the moment was inching along. The moment that she'd finally confess her feelings for Nick. She'd always pictured it, though never at the reception for his wedding ... to another woman. It would have to be instigated gently, as if she wasn't potentially trying to destroy his relationship with this Blair. Not; she'd be the victim, the childhood friend that had hopelessly fallen for him. Yearning, but completely innocent. That was perfect.

Suddenly the dream was shattered; the sight of his future wife approaching them with an urgency coating her features. It was no wonder that she wanted Nick, but the rush in her own voice was questionable. What now? Cheat on helpless Nick again? "Yes, of course; I guess we'll just have to have a good catching up later." Pammy said, eloquently. Removing her hand from his arm, she gave Nick a sweet smile. "You owe me a drink later; we haven't talked properly forever." She said cheekily, not willing to kiss him on the cheek while Blair was there; he was already pretty hypnotized by the brunette. "Great to see you again Blair." Pammy added before allowing herself to leave their premises. She was about ready to go find the champagne and get totally hammered, but something else sparked her interest. "Sam? Right? Sorry, I got a little distracted back there." She said, chuckling softly. "I think we've met before though, haven't we? Back in England? I wouldn't completely count on it; I haven't been able to see Nick all too much since he moved over here." Pammy said, almost distastefully commenting on America for a second. She hated this place; but most of all, she hated that whore Nick was marrying.

This Sam was no competition for him; and Pammy was pretty sure she recalled a wife somewhere with him. But, she might as well try to make some conversation as she drank herself silly.

[ooc]Sorry for the delay; I got really busy over the last few days.
Also, it sucks, sorry xD[/ooc]

[l a d y __ t e r r o r]

♥ the b***h is baaaaaaaaaaaaaack,
xxxxxxxthe b***h is baaaaaaaaaaaaaack.
xxxxxxxxxxxand engaged, oh my! ♥

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Bella was in such a pure state of ecstasy, she didn't even care as the slight click of the lock rang rippled through the heated silence. Her body ached for what it wanted - what it had somehow always secretly craved, and now she was going to get it. And once she got it out of her system, she'd go back to Nate like an obedient housewife, and they'd live happily ever after. But was that what she really wanted? Somehow, she felt her and Nate's lives would be everything they always had been. They'd go to exclusive parties around the world, make millions, and have luxurious homes all around the world. Maybe even someday they'd have little Nate and Bella's (heaven forbid) running around. But it all seemed so...orderly. Like Stepford Wives. The unpredictably that came with Benjamin Luthor was so much more exotic, so much more fun. It seemed a lot more Bella than what she had thought of when Mrs. Isabella Crayford came to mind.

It was torn from her as soon as it came. Nate's voice rang in her ears and Ben was torn from her. Her lids went wide as she said Nate's hand collide with Ben's face, a sickening crack piercing her eardrums. Her mouth fell open. Ben was covered in his own blood, spurting from his nose, in a matter of seconds. Bella's stomach, mostly coveted by alcohol and sweet treats, immediately felt uneasy. Blood hardly had an affect of the heiress, but it such a large amount... Bella turned back to Nate at the sound of her name, fresh tears stinging her eyes as he shouted the words that dug deep within the b***h's cold, beautiful exterior. She would've preferred getting slapped, really. Then she wouldn't have to hear those words - those terrible, grave words.

She was a whore, and she had ******** it all up with a guy that might've actually cared about her. "NATE!" she screeched in agony, but the (now) bachelor was out the door. Bella was frozen in her spot on the bed, tears trickling down her flawless skin in torrents. Ben gave her a sheepish look, and red hot anger seized her. His apology was bottomless and insecure. But she couldn't find it in her to release that inner b***h, that girl she was so good at portraying. "O-Okay," she squeaked. She stared blankly at the floor for a long moment before hearing the door close. Bella sprang to her feet, knowing exactly what to do. She found her phone easily, opening to a blank text message. She thought she had deleted her number a long time ago - but she hadn't. It was staring her right in the eye, in little black, bolded text...


blair -
i need you.
911.

i'm sure you know where my room is.
please.

bella.


Even if her and Blair weren't friends, she was the only girl Bella could ever trust. The only girl who would be her shoulder to cry on. Her comfort. But through all these years, would that all still be there? Even if they hated each other's guts?

At this point, Bella was praying for a yes.

[l a d y __ t e r r o r]

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you have stolen my heart.
the groom

Nick smiled halfheartedly at Pammy as she dragged him away (with a firm grip on a certain well-crafted muscle), glancing back to see Nate disappear out of the church. Where the hell was his best man going at a time like this?! Blair would be here any moment! He turned back to Pammy, seeing the broken expression on her face. Had something gone wrong in the brief second he'd looked away? Pammy's dismissal of their "chat" was so abrupt, Nick's brow raised in confusion. Wait, what? She had just gotten him over here to talk, and now she was going away? Nick was left speechless at Pammy's invitation for another chat, preferably at night, over drinks. He turned to watch Pammy left, only to see Blair right behind him. His lips curled back into a grin, "Blair bear! We've all been waiting on you," he said, all emotions but happiness drained from his face. Blair was like a breath of fresh air as she pulled him away again, to another empty place in the church. His gaze was fixated on his bride before she turned around and kissed him. Nick kissed her back eagerly, until she pulled back quickly, apologizing for being late.

Something was wrong. Nick just knew it. His happiness fell from his face, "Blair bear? What's wrong? If you're worried about being late, really...it's fine," he answered with a meek smile, his lips easily meeting hers again before a sweet, short kiss before embracing her. "I just want to getting married to you as soon as possible, B. Even though we're not married yet, you can still tell me anything," he pulled back slightly to get a good look at her goddess-esque face.

"I love you," he said genuinely with another wide-set smile. "So is there anything you'd like to tell me?" he asked, his tone not suggesting anything but curiosity.

A good boyfriend always hates to see his girlfriend unhappy or troubled!

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blair charles andrews

xxxxxxxxxhere comes the bride all dressed in white.

xxxxxxxxxxxI'M MRS. LIFESTYLES OF THE RICH AND FAMOUS.

Blair felt her stomach toss, as Nick's lips met hers again. She placed her hand on his cheek lightly, returning his kiss with a few of her own. "I love you too." she said in between the kisses. She didn't care if everyone was watching she didn't care if even the world was watching. She wanted him with her. Pulling away again, she smiled at him nervously. His soft voice ringing in her ears.

Obviously he didn't know what was coming for him, if he actually wanted to know what Blair was going to tell him.

She felt her heart beat speed up slightly at the sound of her name coming from his mouth over and over again. She was his Blair bear. He was the only person who could get away with calling her that. The reason for that was because she loved him too, just as much as she loved Ben. Her heart felt like it was torn into two pieces. Looking down at the ground, images of Ben's lips placed on hers. "I'm..."[ Blair paused for a second. She didn't know how to say it. Puling away from his body, she crossed her arms over her chest still staring down at the ground. "I'm having a baby..." her voice trailed off.

She was going to let that hit him first, then mention the thing about Ben. See how he took her being pregnant in the first place. Her heart beat quickened. She heard her phone ring but she wasn't going to answer it. Who ever it was could just wait. She was having a moment here. She still couldn't meet Nick's gaze. Maybe it was the fact that she didn't want him hurt.

Afterall how could she hurt someone she loved so much?

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you have stolen my heart.
the groom

Worry clouded her face, despite the fact she had told him she loved him, and kissed him back. Something was very wrong. Nick's face fell again, the touch on his cheeks feeling a bit numb. His worry about her and Ben Luthor was evident on his expression. Was she going to stop the wedding and elope with Ben? If so, why would she want to tell him? Wouldn't that only make it harder? Was she in love with Nate, still? Probably not. But still. Blair had connections with both of the not-so-innocent men, known for their ruining other people's lives and sleeping around. That very fact made this a sticky situation.

Pregnancy was the farthest thing from his mind. They had always been careful and safe with that - Nick would never dream of doing something with Blair that she didn't want.

Seeing the conflict on her gorgeous features, Nick forced a meek smile, "Whatever it is, tell me, Queen B. I'm here for you and only you," he answered. Though he wasn't sure if he even wanted to know. Blair broke her gaze with him, and that made him even more nervous. What could really be bothering her so? All Nick could do was wordlessly brace himself. He reached for her hand, hoping his palm wasn't sweaty or something. It was clear enough the Duke was nervous. Who wouldn't be?

She uttered that single word, followed by that other word. Nick let go of Blair's hand, all color drained from his face. But...how? How in the hell-. Nick could already see it. A little girl running around - brown curls and a pure angelic face. But those green eyes weren't his - they were Ben's. There was no way that thing was his. They had always been safe.

But Nick wasn't going to let this ruin the wedding. Oh no. A little cheating may have broken his heart once, but it wasn't going to happen again. He and Blair would be married and then everything from her past would be forgotten. He would be sure of it. He would have to deal with the child - who wasn't his. He would have to.

He would not lose Blair again. Not to ******** Ben Luthor.

"Oh Blair..." he said, forcing a smile. "I...that's wonderful."

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blair charles andrews

xxxxxxxxxhere comes the bride all dressed in white.

xxxxxxxxxxxI'M MRS. LIFESTYLES OF THE RICH AND FAMOUS.

Blair felt her knees get weak as Nick's hands let go of hers, the color of his face completely disappearing. Obviously he was shocked.

Who wouldn't be? She was ******** pregnant.

His next words came as a small shock. "Oh Blair..." he said, forcing a smile. "I...that's wonderful." His voice seemed distant. Did he know that she'd slept with Ben Luthor. If he did why wasn't he saying anything. Nicholas Walsh really was an angel. Her angel. Blair turned around, to see every eye in the room on the two of them. Smiling awkwardly she spun back around on her heel, returning her attention to Nick. Pushing herself against his body again, she cupped his cheeks gently and leaned in to place a soft kiss on his lips. She'd met it to be soft, but god she ******** wanted him right now. She wanted him with her, all alone. Just the two them. The kiss turned out to be a little too passionate. Slightly pulling away for about a second, Blair looked up into his dazzling eyes. "Let's go back to our room." she said leaning in to give him another kiss. "I know this was supposed to be a rehearsal... but I don't think that's necessary, we love each other... and that's all that matters." She pulled him into another hug.

So what if she was pregnant, she had Nick and that's all she wanted right now. Nicholas Walsh.

"Let's run away and get married already..." her voice came out in a soft whisper.

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you have stolen my heart.
the groom

Blair's reaction was easily predictable. Of course she wanted to run away. Get away from Ben, from Bella. From everything. But Nick, for once, wasn't going to let Blair get away with it. No. She had to face the world, face the realization of what she'd done. Because if she wouldn't openly admit her infidelity, he'd get it out of her somehow. But then what? Nick did not want to lose Blair. He wouldn't lose her, especially to Ben. But if she admitted her infidelity, where would that leave their relationship? Mutilated, no doubt. Nick wasn't sure; even after being so sure he would still take Blair in like a lost puppy - he would accept her. The fact she had been touched by someone...else. Someone's grimy, disgusting hands. The hands of Ben Luthor. It made Nick want to puke.

Though Blair's lips felt so good, her body pressed against his even better. But Nick was not going to fall for it. Blair's little innuendo wasn't going to work. Nick gently moved away from Blair's hug, looking serious. "Blair, we can't. We can't turn away on all these people. My entire family came here from England to meet you. Your family..." his voice trailed off dramatically, hoping to get the desired reaction from her. He couldn't really call her a bride now - because he didn't know if this wedding was going to happy.

He wanted it to, but then he didn't.

"We have to get married as planned. I'm sure you can wait. And if you're going to have that baby, we're going to need to set down some laws, for the baby's sake," he said with a faux warm smile.

Such as no remotely sexual interaction with one Ben Luthor. Though even though they couldn't have sex anymore, a kiss would do the job better than that.

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blair charles andrews

xxxxxxxxxhere comes the bride all dressed in white.

xxxxxxxxxxxI'M MRS. LIFESTYLES OF THE RICH AND FAMOUS.

Blair felt Nicholas move out of her arms. Didn't he want to run away, didn't he want her to be away from Ben? s**t. Maybe he was onto her, maybe he did know about Ben. Nervously, meeting his dangerously serious glare once again, Blair replaced her own expression with one that was much less flirtatious. "Fine." she crossed her arms aver her chest looking straight at him, with a roll of her eyes, she couldn't help but notice how tense the moment was.

My ******** gosh. Couldn't she have ******** Ben after they'd gotten married? It would have been so much easier. Not that she'd actually want to have sex with Ben again.

"Laws?" she raised her eyebrows, confused at his words. What did he mean by laws? So she'd slept with Ben and so she was having his baby but tying her down, rather then eloping with her was his decision?

******** this was going way too far.

ooc ; shitty post. i'm totally off today. i have a headache and a major writers block.