[ 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

[LiFEGUARD BY DAY]

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NATHAN LEE CRAYFORD

❝ the BEST MAN ❞
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Nate's hand was shaking as he signed the credit card receipt, grateful for what felt like the first time in years that he was Nate Crayford. He'd never realized how much weight his name held and how much power was in the simple plastic of his credit card. And really, focusing on that, focusing on controlling the muscles in his body and steadying his breathing, was the only thing that kept him from losing it completely. If he thought about what he just saw and what it would mean for his life, he didn't know what he would do, but it wouldn't bode well for the safety of anyone and everyone in the immediate area.

"Thank you for staying with us, Mr. Crayford. Is there anything else we can do for you here?"

Nate pressed the already blood - sodden towel to his aching hand, not completely immune to the stares he was receiving from passing guests. Undoubtedly they didn't see s**t like this all the time in proper, classy England. "I don't suppose you guys transport luggage? I don't feel like going back to the room I just left."

"Of course. Would you -- "

And then, midway through stuffing his credit card back in his pocket, Nate heard it. The odd, shuffling step of a guy who'd just gotten the crap beat out of him, and unless someone else had just been beat down, it had to be the one guy Nate wanted to see least in the world. And sure enough. . .

"I don't expect you to ******** understand." Was this kid crazy? He'd just gotten his a** handed to him and now he was coming back for more, asking Nate to thank him, defending his actions? "You've never loved anyone but yourself. You've never cared about anyone but your own a**. Friends? Girlfriends? It doesn't matter to you. It's all about Ben ******** Luthor. You're the last person I'd ever want to be. No one respects you. No one likes you. You're not good for anything to guys, you're only a ******** to girls, and you'll never be happy." God, he wanted to hit him again. His hand, already aching, curled into a fierce fist, but he had a reputation to uphold. He'd hit a guy in private, but never in public. "Don't you ******** preach to me about s**t you don't understand. Go ******** Bella. Go ******** Blair. And go ******** yourself, Ben. You're worthless."

The bellhop who'd been summoned to take Nate's bags stared, open - mouthed. Nate forced a trembling smile. "There a bar around here?" He pointed, and Nate followed the gesture. It didn't matter it was only past eleven in the morning. If he ever needed a drink, he needed it then.

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you have stolen my heart.
the groom

Nick's phone buzzed only seconds after Blair looked a bit miffed after Nick's refusal to elope. Her eye roll made his blood boil, and he was grateful for the distraction by...Nate? Nick buzzed through the text in surprise. Bella and Ben? He had always thought Ben and Blair. s**t. Dalton Heights was so ******** up. Nick hastily typed back a reply,


nate -
really sorry to hear it.
maybe there's an explanation?
blair always seems to have one.
i really need someone to talk 2?
hang around for one last drink?

nick


The utter craving the boy had for alcohol was dire now. And Nate knew about the Blair catastrophe (or he knew what it was like), so he would be easy to talk to. Plus, Blair obviously wasn't in a good mood. He tried to put on the best smile he could - he would go to the bar anyways, whether Nate was there or not. "Of course, Blair. Drinking and partying - sex too - you can't do those kinds of things anymore. For the baby," he insisted. "I'm going to go grab a drink. Why not stay here and chat up the guests?" Nick said with a fleeting grin before escaping out the nearest exit.

[WOAH iTS SUPERGiRL]

blair charles andrews

xxxxxxxxxhere comes the bride all dressed in white.

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

Since when in the ******** had Nick become such a ******** a**. Was her life destined to be ********? Watching Nick give her smirk and walk out of the room built up raging fire inside of her.

What the ********?

He wanted her to stay here and entertain this ******** guests. Was he joking. She didn't even want to be at this rehearsal period. Spinning around on her heel Blair turned around facing her audience. "I'm sure you all have something to do, as do I so we'll do this tomorrow." she gave an apologetic frown to everyone around her before stomping out the church.

Opening to check her messages, Blair looked at her first one. Ben Luthor.

oh you don't have to worry about that.
where are you?
i really need to talk.
please.
as friends.
no kissing this time.

xoxo blair

The other one Isabella de ******** Luca. What the ******** did that whore want. Her day was miserable enough and now she had to message her. Her eyes moved along the message, quietly taking in the words. She wanted to talk to Blair? What a shock. After calling her a whore for seven years, she expected Blair to just come up to her and help her with whatever crisis she was having.

i'll be right there.
it better be worth my time.

blair

Hey what the hell?

Its not like it could do any harm. She was good. It was Bella who needed to talk to her. She stay with her until, Ben replied. Besides, maybe they could make peace.

A few minutes later, she was outside Bella's room. Knocking a few times on the door, she folded her arms across her chest. Tapping her foot impatiently. ******** she'd lost all of her patience.

[PRETTY LiTTLE LiAR]

BENALEXLUTHOR

xxxxdo you want to, do you want to
xxxxdo you wanna make love to me?
xxxxI know you want to, baby, I know you want to
xxxxI know you want to make love to me
xxxxI came to tell you that you're my favorite girl
xxxxxxxxxand would you like it if I put you into my world?

Oh, hell no.

If Ben was so ******** selfish, then why did he just practically give up rights to his own goddamn kid? Why had he told Blair to go and marry the man she wanted to instead of ruining her marriage only to force her into yet another cycle of hook-ups and break-ups, heartache and misery? Huh, Nate? Because obviously Ben didn't care about anyone. Yeah, that made a whole lot of sense. But he couldn't tell Nate that. He couldn't go back in and hiss the words he was dying to say, he couldn't hit him back, he couldn't do any of it. But he could go and try to at least make some things right, to try and rescue some respect for Bella. It would be useless, but hey, what was the harm? The worse that Nate could do was beat the s**t out of him again, and he'd lived through it once. According to Nate, if he killed him, no one would even care.

So he made possibly one of the worst decisions in his life. And he's made a lot of bad decisions.

Turning around and going back inside the hotel, he spotted Nate drowning in self-pity and alcohol towards the bar. Despite the slightly cynical and not at all romantic views Bella had expressed towards marriage and love, Ben figured he might owe her even a desperate attempt to make Nate reconsider his harsh words. "You think I'm the selfish one here?" he asked, leaning his side up against the bar next to Nate. "You have a crushed ex-fiance upstairs, yet here you are, drinking and feeling sorry for yourself," he rolled his eyes. "You know what, Nathaniel? If you really loved Bella, you'd get over this. And I know, I've never loved someone, blah, blah, blah. You want to believe that, fine, I don't really give a s**t, I'm not going to explain or apologize for my romantic history for you," he said, unsure of the words that seemed to be right at the tip of his tongue. "But I know that this sure isn't love. You would be upstairs, trying to make things right. But you aren't, Nate, you aren't," he pointed out, knowing he was probably just digging himself in a deeper hole.

But he'd already put himself six feet under...what could a few more shovels of dirt hurt? "So maybe you and her aren't meant to be together. Because if you were, it wouldn't matter that she kissed me and all those sluts I'm sure you've cheated on her with wouldn't matter," he rose his eyebrows at Nate. "It just wouldn't matter," Ben repeated simply with a shrug of shoulders. "If you knew that at the end of the day, no matter what she did or who she ********, you knew that it was still her you wanted in the bed next to you, then it wouldn't matter," he told him, hoping to strike a chord and make Nate realize that maybe he was once. Shocking concept, yes, but Nate Crayford was still human. He could still be wrong, he could still make mistakes. "But obviously it does, and maybe it's only that way because it was me you caught her with and not some random guy, but the fact remains that you can't see past this to realize that that beautiful girl upstairs loves you enough to give up all the other men and promise to be yours forever," his voice fell quiet, eerily serious for him. This wasn't him. He should be spewing sarcastic, hurtful comments, attacking him back verbally, not physically. He shouldn't be make a plea for love. What the hell was he doing? Had Nate hit a little common sense into him?

Back to old Ben. "So you want to let this ruin what you thought was the love of your life, then I guess it'll be you that's never happy, Nathaniel," he told him. "Want to hit me again? Feel good about your pathetic excuse for existence? Go ahead, I don't give a s**t anymore Nate. Because I like my life. I like not being the a*****e drinking at the bar before noon because he was dumb enough to fall in love and shockingly enough, it blew up in his face," he said, shrugging his shoulders, holding up his hands to give Nate free aim if he wanted it. His phone started buzzing in his pocket and he dropped his arms, pulling it out to read Blair's text. What?


what is there left to talk about b?
I was just planning on leaving the hotel, actually.
long story.
well, not really. but I don't want to go into the details.
where are you?
--ben


"Oh, and you know what, Nate? If all I am is a ******** to girls, then at least I'm a damn good one," Ben asked, cocking his head slightly to his side, tasting blood on the tip of his tongue. "And that's a hell of a lot more then you can say," he said, spitting out the blood swirling around his teeth onto the carpeting of the hotel floor. He turned, starting to walk away before yelling back to Nate over his shoulder.

"For the record, Nate, I have been in love before. Not that you ******** deserve to know the details,"

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

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When Bella had gotten her text back from Blair, the b***h wasn't the least bit surprised at Blair's bitterness. But never the less, it made her blood boil. The girl had no ******** idea what she'd just been through...wait. Scratch that. She had, in a sense. Which was why Bella needed her. The girl bit back her anger, the need for someone to talk greater than her hatred towards Blair. She was confident their chat would somewhat help the former Queen Bee out here. Despite the fact Ben had said he was coming back, there was little confidence that was the truth. If she knew Ben, he'd be getting the hell out of here. Fast. Nate wouldn't talk to her, probably ever again, and Nick wasn't someone she'd pour her heart out to. Unless she wanted to sabotage Blair and get him to sleep with her.

Perhaps later.

But no. All there was left was Blair, her former best friend. The best friend who took over her life when she was sent to Cuba for some time. The best friend she thought was true, was passionate. Nope. She was just like every other backstabbing b***h who tried to throw Bella over her heighty horse. Oh well. They had some good times, right? Right. Hopefully they'd be enough, for the time being, to keep the bad times at bay long enough for Bella to vent.

Sighing heavily, she replied to Blair's message.


thanks.
it'll b worth ur while, im sure.

bella.


She closed up the message once it had sent, and immediately thought of Nate. The engagement ring still heavily weighed down her hand. And yet, she couldn't bring herself to take it off. It meant so much to her - and because of her one, big slip, it was all torn away. Bella gazed at it for a long time before sending a message to Nate.


i can't take back what i did.
i don't know if you'll ever forgive me.
but it's not like we've ever been loyal to each other in the first place. sure, there were fractional times of true loyalty. but those were rare.
i love you nate, i really do.
if you never want to speak to me again, go ahead and delete this message.
do you want the ring back?
if you want to try and talk, you know where to find me.

bella.


One last one to Ben. Blair would be here soon.


you're so talented at ******** up people's lives.
it's amazing.
whatever. i'm not mad.

you leaving town?

bella.


Blair's abrupt knock at the door sent the girl reeling. Springing to her feet, Bella ran to the door. Blair's impatience was evident in her constant knocks. Pulling open the door, she looked Blair up and down. Arms crossed, looking annoyed. Bella immediately regretted inviting her over. Because she didn't know how long she could hold back the urge to slap the hell out of her.

Calm...Calm, Bella.

"Hi."

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

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you have stolen my heart.
the groom

Not stealing another glance at Blair, the boy hurried out of the chapel and into the sunny day. Relieved to be away from the wedding, he didn't feel a bit guilty. It wasn't like he was leaving Blair at the altar...yet. He took the short walk to the hotel, feeling rather chipper. Since he'd hardly ever been away from Blair, being by himself was rather pleasant. He could think aloud without anyone interrupting. Walk fast without having to slow for Blair to catch up in her stilletos.

He'd never even realized how pleasant it was without Blair around. Without any girl around.

Nate's bachelor life (or his once was, bachelor life) seemed rather idealistic now. He'd have to ask Nate about it, if the boy had taken up his offer for a drink. As a last farewell, really. Nick would really miss having Nate around, especially for this wedding. Wedding that might not happen.

When he reached the hotel, walking through the moving glass doors, Nick was abruptly startled when he collided right into someone. "Excuse me-." He began, focusing on the man he'd collided with.

Ben. Ben ******** Luthor.



ooc: muahahahahahahaha! xD

[PRETTY LiTTLE LiAR]

BENALEXLUTHOR

xxxxdo you want to, do you want to
xxxxdo you wanna make love to me?
xxxxI know you want to, baby, I know you want to
xxxxI know you want to make love to me
xxxxI came to tell you that you're my favorite girl
xxxxxxxxxand would you like it if I put you into my world?

Ah, s**t.

While his first concern was getting blood on the expensive clothes of whoever he had just collided with, as Ben's eyes slid into focus of the dark-haired man in front of him, he realized that this was no ordinary blood-stain accident - no, rapidly, it was turning into his worst nightmare. Nick. Saint ******** Nicholas. Blair's cryptic text message had made Ben unsure as to what the hell she had told him about the baby, but considering the fact that he was back at the hotel, Ben was almost certain that Nate had told him what happened, or at least that something had happened. Wasn't Nate Nick's best man, after all? Ben paused, unsure of what to say to the man that surely hated his guts for no reason or had a very specific reason in mind. But standing there, covered in his own blood, wasn't exactly the way that Ben wanted to have an awkward conversation with Nick. What was he supposed to say?

"Congrats on the wedding," he said at last. He had meant it to sound genuine, but somehow, the words came out slightly sarcastic. He couldn't help it. "I know you hate me and all because I have a past with Blair-" oh, it wasn't just a past. But did Nick know that? "But just try and tell me you aren't relieved that I'm here and not off looking for your wife," he said, pursing his cracked lips, tasting the blood on the tip of his tongue again, his stomach turning violently against him - why, the guilt of knowing that the fiancee of the man in front of him had kissed him just this morning? Or was it Nate's beating that had caused the nausea? Or how about the knowledge of knowing that he had probably permanently destroyed any chances of there being a Mrs. Bella Crayford? It was all bad, just oh so very bad.

But there was little left he could do about it.

His phone was buzzing in his pocket again, and while he waited for Nick to either say something or move on, Ben distracted himself with it, reading Bella's message. If it was true, then he was relieved. But he had a feeling that it was a lie.


what can I say?
I guess I just have skills like that.
you have every right to be mad.
but let it show that I tried to convince nate to change his mind.
god, bella, you made me talk to him and worse,
you made me defend love.
you're just lucky you're so beautiful.
and I don't know if I'm leaving.
considering the way things are, probably.
why?
--ben


Why did she care so much about his plans? Was she looking to finish what they started? Not that Ben would exactly fight her off...God, he had to stop thinking like this. It was thinking like this that got him his beating, that destroyed everything, which he had a nast habit of doing, as she had pointed out. He looked back up at Nick, wondering if he was going to do something other then stand there.

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

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you have stolen my heart.
the groom

Nick immediately took notice to the blood-stains on Ben's shirt. No doubt Nate's doing after he had caught Ben and Bella together. The player seemed as surprised as Nick was by the collison. Of all people to bump into. Just the very sight of the man made Nick's blood boil. The boy who was on the verge of tearing Blair and him away for good, who had already torn Blair and Nate away for good, and who just might tear away Bella and Nate away, forever (which seemed highly unlikely to him).

The congratulatory gesture sounded slightly sarcastic to him, and Nick's face twitched. He straightened up as Ben spoke. He spoke very truthfully, at least of Nick's opinion. He was relieved Ben was here now and Blair was at the chapel. But Blair had been with him earlier. That much was obvious - and Ben was basically lying to his face. Nick gritted his teeth behind his lips, trying to control his temper. As hard as it was for him not to attack Ben and knock a few teeth out, Nick couldn't just stand there and not say something about what Nick thought of him, though that was already blatantly obvious.

"I am immensely glad you're not with her. I'd be even happier if you never even spoke to her again. Ever saw her again. You seem to destroy everything you touch, Mr. Luthor. After what I heard about you and Bella...I'm a little more so it's possible you moved on from Blair?" That seemed highly unlikely. But he couldn't help but ask.

Nick quickly added, "Whatever involves you, Bella, and Nate is hardly any of my concern. Though Nate is a friend, Bella is entitled to make her own choices, however poor they are."



ooc: i'm dissing my own character. it's classic XD

[WOAH iTS SUPERGiRL]

blair charles andrews

xxxxxxxxxhere comes the bride all dressed in white.

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

She was still tapping her foot impatiently, her head in pain from all of the thoughts that found their way into it. Why couldn't Bella just open the ******** door already. She calls her over and now can't even open the god damn ******** door. Blair moved her hands from her sides over to her stomach after she felt a sharp pain strike through her body. Her hand started to spin. The cellphone started to ring and Blair pulled it out to look at the slightly blurry message.

alot.
i'm at bella's.
meet me in ten outside the hotel?

xoxo blair

She felt her knees weaken slightly. As she waited for the front door to open. Finally she looked up from her phone seeing Bella in front of her. No matter how much she wanted to ******** scream her head of at the b***h in front of her, but obviously her body had other plans. Before she could respond to Bella's greeting, she'd pushed her way around Bella running into the washroom, closing the door behind her. She fell down in front of the toilet, her throat started to burn and her eyes became watery. Leaning over the edge of the bull, pulling her hair back with hand Blair let out what ever she had eating. The headache in her head had become piercing. Her vision started to become blurry and she felt weakness take over her body and the next thing she knew the room had disappeared and she was lying on the ground weak and helpless.

[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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Before Bella could say another word, Blair had pushed past her and made a mad dash for the bathroom. "Hey-!" Bella began sharply, her voice drowned out by the sound of a slamming door. She heard the sound of hurling, and Bella let out a growl. "You are not ******** puking in my bathroom!" she screeched, stomping over to the door and banging loudly. "Get the hell out of there, BLAIR! DON'T YOU DARE!" Though the deed had already been done, the girl couldn't help but screech at her friend. Nice way to greet her, right? In her time of need, an ex-friend goes and pukes in her bathroom. Bella pounded on the door again just as her phone went off. No doubt from Ben. A slow, tentative smile crept across her cheeks.


that must've been hard for you,
thanks for the effort.
but i doubt nate and i will ever be speaking again.
and what can i say.
i might be joining you?
i hear sex on a plane is really fun.

bella.


She appreciated the effort on Ben's part to make things better, even though it was way out of his hands, as soon as Nate had walked through the door. It showed a more humane side to the boy Bella had assumed just lived, breathed, and dreamed about sex. Gripping her phone, she pounded on the door. "Real classy of you, Blair. Open the door," though Blair had not locked it, she didn't want to intrude. But she didn't hear movement. Bella turned the knob and pushed open the door, but it appeared to be blocked by something. Bella poked her head in.

Blair was on the floor.

[********] she screeched, the smell of puke overwhelming her. She slithered her way through the crack and went to flush the toliet. "You want some vodka or something?" Bella offered casually. She didn't realize Blair was hardly even moving. "Blair," Bella said, grabbing the bottle of air freshener from the counter and beginning to spray. But Blair didn't move.

"Blair, what the ********] Bella set down the bottle and got down on her knees. She nudged Blair. Alert clouded her features. "Blair, are you okay?"

[LiFEGUARD BY DAY]

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NATHAN LEE CRAYFORD

❝ the BEST MAN ❞
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The second the glass of fine scotch hit his lips, Nate stopped shaking. It might have been learned behavior, that whenever a drink came in hand he knew things were going to get better, but he could feel himself relax as he took the first gulp, and honestly didn't give a ******** what Ben said. After all, the guy knew nothing about Nate. He could rant up and down and pull s**t out of his a** all he wanted, but the fact remained that they were no longer friends and hadn't been for years. What little he had known had disappeared by then. So it was understandable that, far from listening to Ben's little heart - felt spiel, Nate blocked it out and couldn't have cared less that hte idiot was even talking. "That might mean more coming from someone who hasn't made a career out of being a d**k!" he called after the retreating admitted romantic. Ben could have just told him the meaning of life and it wouldn't have impressed him.

It didn't take him long to finish his drink, and the bartender was immediately at his elbow with another, which he accepted gratefully. "Would you like some ice for your hand, sir?" he asked tentatively, and it was then Nate glanced down, surprised by the quick swelling.

"Sure. That would be great." The bartender scurried off, and Nate pulled his phone from his pocket as it vibrated, the alcohol spreading pleasant warmth to the tips of his fingers. It was from Bella, of course, and the small part of him that thought with his heart and not with his brain felt a lurch of nausea at her message. For a woman who claimed to love him, she wasn't putting up much of a fight. "I'm not sorry I was about to ******** a guy in our bed. I love you. Want the ring?" was pretty much the basis of the message, which was completely like her. She had no shame. She felt no guilt. How would she react, he wondered, if the tables had been turned and she'd found him with another girl? What if it had been Blair? That was the only person it would sting as much as her with Ben had, and for a fleeting moment, Nate had the brief, intense desire to do it. To go find Blair, work his way into her pants, and make it so Bella walked in on it. It wouldn't be that hard; Blair spread her legs for anyone anytime. But the thought of touching Blair at all was enough to make him cringe. He wouldn't do that to Nick, first of all (because enough guys already had), and secondly she disgusted him.

He and Bella would have made a great society couple. It wasn't why he was going to marry her (okay, it was a fraction of the reason), but he knew they would. For a man who was all about appearances, that was important. But how was he supposed to marry someone, knowing that he could come home at any time of the day and find them ******** someone else? Bella didn't even have the decency to hide it. Maybe that was what disappointed him most of all. He'd thought she was better than that.

nick,
there's no other explanation than the fact that i proposed to a whore.
marriage is pretty much a sham. you sure you want to go through with this?
i'm at the hotel bar. they have pretty good scotch. drinks are on me.
- nate

bella,
i'm at the bar. if you have anything to say, you can come find me.
someone from the hotel should be coming by to get my bags. i didn't want to chance walking in on one of your orgies.
- nate

[PRETTY LiTTLE LiAR]

BENALEXLUTHOR

xxxxdo you want to, do you want to
xxxxdo you wanna make love to me?
xxxxI know you want to, baby, I know you want to
xxxxI know you want to make love to me
xxxxI came to tell you that you're my favorite girl
xxxxxxxxxand would you like it if I put you into my world?

Ben stared blankly at Nick, trying to figure out the best way to cover for Blair and the baby to ensure that Nick had no doubts that the kid was his. "Don't worry, Walsh," he said at last, raising his eyebrows at the groom. "I moved on from Blair long before you decided to make her your wife," he said, a sense of finality in his tone. Lie. A total lie. He had never really moved on from Blair. He probably never would. He could stop trying to act on it, which was what he was planning on doing (or at least attempting to do so), and that was good enough, right? Well...unless Blair or Nick really pissed him of. Then he'd drop the nice-guy act he was putting on and go back to his old ways, destroying everyone and everything in his path. He didn't like being the good guy, it wasn't a good color on him. "And if you never wanted me to see her again, then why was I invited to your wedding?" he questioned, unable to help himself. If Nick hated him so much, then why did he allow Blair to invite him to the wedding? Ben's phone started getting off, and he replied to Blair's message first, choosing not to tell her that Nick was with him at the moment out of hopes that Nick would be leaving to join Nick in self-pity at the bar.


see you in ten minutes then, queen b.


s**t, she was with Bella? That meant Bella was probably telling her what happened...well, what the hell would Blair be mad about? She didn't have any right to be mad at him for kissing Bella, except for the fact that it destroyed someone else's relationship yet again. But even if Bella didn't tell her, his blood-stained face would. He really needed to find a change of clothes and a hospital, didn't he? Pushing that thought from his mind (there was no way he could get changed, get a doctor to examine him for broken bones and still meet Blair in ten minutes), he replied to Bella's message.


nate's an a**. he doesn't know what he's missing.
I might just have to take you up on that offer.
mile high club, baby, all the way.
sounds like a beautiful plan.
--ben


Ben put his phone away, looking back up at Nick. "Relax," he said. "I'm just here as an old friend wanting to wish Blair the best for the rest of her, well, your lives," he assured Nick. Lies. Total lies. What the hell? He had to stop lying through his teeth. One of these days someone would find out. Ben just hoped it wasn't today.

ooc: s**t, sorry.

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

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you have stolen my heart.
the groom

Nick suppressed the urge to scream at him. What a ******** lie. He had impregnated his fiancee. There was no way in hell Ben had "moved on". "I thought inviting you would keep Blair happy. In a sense, it did. You gave her a reminder of you, wherever she goes. I'm not stupid, Ben. I know Blair. I know she still has feelings for you, and you got her pregnant. I have to applaud you Ben. You really ******** up this time," Nick scoffed, with more finality to his tone. He looked disgusted with Ben entirely. "I think perhaps, you two are more fit to be together," he spoke in a quieter tone.

"Excuse me," the Duke said by way of dismissal. He brushed past Ben with a heavy heart, pulling out his iPhone and reading Nate's text.


nate -
i'm on my way.
but i think this wedding is over.

blair's pregnant.

nick


Did he really have to say any more? The chances of the Duke - who was about as traditional as they came - impregnating his fiancee before the wedding? Not likely. Nate knew well of Blair's affairs with Ben. He made a beeline for the bar, spotting the bachelor almost immediately. His face relaxed a little as he sidled by besides Nate in the empty bar stool at his left just as the bartender scurried off. Nicholas immediately took notice to his hand. "Impressive," the Duke spoke. "Wish I had taken a swing at him back there." He undid the buttons on his polo and heaved a sigh. "As soon as she told me, I knew he was the father." No point is dodging the bullet here.

[WOAH iTS SUPERGiRL]

xD
idk what to post.
bella could message ben or nick or someone.
then time skip ?

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

i'm working on a bella post now.