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Her heart beat a little faster than usual; her mind raced to absorb the details of her surroundings; her palms clenched in anticipation. Her french manicured hand rested under her jaw which only meant to further convey that she was deep in thought, not to be disturbed. This was perhaps one of the hardest decisions she had to make in a while and the choices were numerous. What was a girl to do? She exhaled quickly before speaking, "Hand me the glitter slingbacks again." Heather ordered the sales associate demandingly, "I remain on the fence about those." she added. The associate nodded before running running off to the back room.
Of course…shopping. These feelings of excitement and anxiousness were typical for the girl whenever she was in a mall surrounded by clothes. Today she had chose the Christian Louboutin boutique in the mall clad in a turquoise sun dress paired with coral accents. Clearly the more casual attire she sported today was indicative that she was headed to a lake party to reign in the new season. Leave it to Heather to do a bit of shopping beforehand though. She would head there soon, but for now she observed the glass displays of shoes from pumps to boots. It was a thrilling experience and perhaps the best time for her to gather her thoughts. Oh how she enjoyed the therapeutic effects of shopping. This was exactly what the blonde beauty needed since there were drab thoughts currently dominating her mind. The first issue was that her father had decided to go on yet another impromptu vacation. This time to Tuscany to spend a week at a villa they owned in Italy. The second issue was what figuring out how to take down Angelica so that she could nab the quarterback from right under the brunette's nose. That whore didn't deserve to have something that Heather couldn't and part of the blonde's quest was to prove that she was better. Besides, everyone knew that Heather Davenport always got what she wanted and this would be no exception.
Her foot tapped rhythmically on the plush red carpet of the boutique as she awaited the return of the associate. She sat with poise on a black leather armchair while being encircled by a posse of several girls that she viewed as nothing more than mindless followers. She tended to reward those who were loyal to her though so she allowed them to think they were her friends therefore was seen with them on occasion. She was already getting bored with them and desired for them to leave for now. "You're dismissed. I will text you later." she lied nonchalantly to the group with a lazy flick of her wrist without bothering to look at them. It didn't take very long for them to discontentedly exit the store. While sitting there, her regal posture along with the way she sent away the underlings made it seem as though she was a sort of Don of the mafia. Eventually the sales associate returned and placed the shoe amongst a stack of around eight pairs that Heather selected earlier. She gave them a rapid inspection before deciding. "That one and that one…out." she declared, "I'll take the rest." she finished as she stood up. Once the card was swiped and the boxes were placed in bags she asked that they be sent immediately to her address. Being a usual customer had its perks. She then exited the store only to make her way to the silly little lake party. She had to make her presence known and it wouldn't really be a party unless she was there…at least, that was what she thought.
Once she arrived, the music blasted throughout the area and the incessant sound of their screams and voices rang through the air. With a flip of her hair, she grabbed her tote and placed her sunglasses on her face. It acted as a sort of shield to avoid having to make eye contact and acknowledge the lesser beings that crossed her path. With reputation, it was likely that they wouldn't bother her anyway; however, there was always a few disobedient idiots. The girl snobbishly glanced over the myriad of partygoers contemplating their place in her presence rather than her place in theirs. There was obvious tension between some of them and herself since so many others usually held their own view of the treacherous, cruel tyrant that so briefly pranced into their lives and others could simply sense the type of person that she was through the air of superiority that she exuded so casually. The initial thought many had about Heather upon glancing at her was that she even looked like a b***h. There was something about her features, whether it be the slight pout of her lips to the manic gleam in her eye or perhaps even the way she always smirked, that made them aware of one fact in particular: this girl was trouble. The persuasive alpha knew that she could beguile you no matter how much you hated her and she didn't relent until she succeeded. With her charm, Heather could make others believe that she was their best friend or worst enemy. As soon as they saw the living Barbie swaddled in pink and pastels they would stereotype her as stupid, but that was quite the mistake. Her deviousness knew no bounds and she ruined a number of lives on her quest for dominance and continued to do so; making use of power plays, social politics, and whatever else availed itself to her to get what she wanted in the world. A strong sense of competitiveness also came along with her particularly nasty power-hungry attitude which made her difficult to deal with at times; always prepared to display and prove to the plebeians around her how much better than she was than them.
Eventually she strutted over to the festivities as though she owned the place and noticed the familiar face of Jaxon Corbin. She allowed a scowl to cross her delicate features upon first seeing him. Despite her classical looks, there was ugliness in the frequent cruel smiles and savage glares she constantly bestowed upon people. Regardless, Jaxon was someone else who was on her list of targets. Some time ago they had a little sexual rendezvous and he didn't call her back or even contact her afterwads. Sure it was a fun night, but he would be next to learn that Heather Davenport was a bigger b***h than karma and, as such, would stake her vengeance with a smile plastered on her face. After all, revenge was a dish best served with a fine wine.
"Corbin, I realized you were here as soon as I arrived due to your naturally foul odor akin to dried sweat and a flimsy self-image. Enjoying yourself amongst the other social pariahs?" she asked him condescendingly with a tone of faux sweetness, "I'm a little surprised that you are still attending the school. I heard that you were going to move away and whore yourself around some other county." she added.
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- It took quite a bit of time and practice to be able to tune out her younger cousin. Cheyenne had grown used to her cousin squawking at her about her appearance or her apparent lack of femininity. Sure Cheyenne did not go around flaunting the fact that she had a v****a like Paige did, but at least it was obvious that she was of the female species. But this time she should have been listening to her cousin, because, well, she had asked for her opinion and her help. It was all so embarrassing getting advice about clothes and boys from a sixteen year old; then again that meant that Chey only had one year up on Paige. But still it was embarrassing and infuriating at the same time to be getting nagged at and talked down to by someone who was younger than her. Paige had only agreed to help her cousin in return for a in to the party at the lake. Sure the girl had been to plenty of parties since entering high school, but she hadn't been to a higher class-men party, especially a football party. Chey knew what Paige was trying to do; she wanted to enter the party to brag to her friends and even get together with one of the football players. Cheyenne knew for certain her aunt was going to shoot her where she stood if she ever found out that she had taken her little girl to a party like this one. Cheyenne was distracted from her thoughts of guilt and annoyance when she heard an audible sigh from somewhere inside her closet. She knew she shouldn't feel guilty, Paige was a long ways away from being a 'little girl'.
"I swear it's like I am going through one of your brothers' closets." Paige then proceeded to chuck a softball jersey at Cheyenne. Chey's arms swung wildly, trying to block the piece of clothing from hitting her in the face. "Oh look, another over sized t-shirt and another jersey." Paige turned holding up a shirt that would have fit two and a half of her. Her brow was quirked in a way to say, 'you have got to be kidding me.' She then carelessly just dropped the shirt to the floor. "How do guys tell you have boobs?" Paige questioned as she wondered over to the bed where Cheyenne sat, with the small pile of perspective outfits. Chey wrinkled her nose at the mess her cousin had made of her closet and her room. She was letting her cousin cut down her wardrobe all because she wanted the guys to notice her as a girl. It wasn't until recently that she had got really annoyed that she was just regarded as another member of the guys' crew. It seemed that this pile was going through a second form of elimination; the losers ending up on the floor like the rest of the clothes that were deemed unworthy. Finally, Paige held up a tank top as the final choice. She pointed out that it would provide an obvious show of Chey's cleavage, since the guys seemed too oblivious to that fact. Rolling her eyes, Cheyenne snatched away the shirt and stomped into the bathroom to change. Once out in the tank top and skinny jeans, her cousin gave her the once over. "Still missing something." She hummed to herself as she rubbed the back of her neck. Quickly, she slouched over and pulled off her boots and threw them at Cheyenne. "What the hell?" Cheyenne flinched as the heel of one of the boots connected with her shin.
Even with her protests, she took her cousin's lead and slide the boots up her calves. A look of complete disgust with herself washed over her face. Her head shot up from starring down at the boots to her cousin who seemed to have an approving and cocky look on her face. "I look like a hooker. Cheyenne balked, swinging her arms out to the side in frustration. She was showing more cleavage than she usually did, and she had put on what she liked to call hooker boots. Her cousin merely dismissed her with a wave of her hand and picked up her purse. Hey, hookers get laid." Paige quickly retorted. What the hell was wrong with this kid? Children these days really were desensitised whores. The younger flipped her hair over her shoulders and raised her eye brows at Cheyenne. "Well I completed my part of the bargain, now you have to fulfill yours." The way she spoke and the smirk on her face made Cheyenne think she made a deal with the devil, instead of her younger cousin. Right, a make-over for entrance into a football party. She knew she would have to keep an eye on her cousin, she knew guys pretty well and she knew most of them didn't have girls' best intentions in mind; mostly their minds were on sports, partying and sex. The blonde nodded her head, having summed up the inside of a guy's brain pretty well. Cheyenne felt her ankles wobbling as she followed Paige out of her bedroom. She was probably going to end up in crutches by the end of the night.
The whole drive to the lake was full of Cheyenne reminding Paige not to leave her drink alone, to stay away from certain guys, and that she was to leave when Cheyenne said so. Paige merely responded with a 'yes mother' each time. Not only was she worrying about bringing her younger cousin to the party, she was worried about the reaction she would receive to her quick little make-over. She felt her palms slicken against the steering wheel. She knew she was going to get some crap from the guys for the change in attire, and that wasn't really the reaction she had originally wanted. Paige did not seem to notice her cousin's worry, she was too titillated about going to the party. The car rocked from side to side as they finally pulled onto the gravel drive up to the beach. Once parked, Paige flew out of the passenger's seat. Before Cheyenne could turn around from closing the car door, Paige had already disappeared. Chey emitted a sound that was a cross between a sigh and a growl. She was definitely going to be in some serious s**t with her mother and aunt. Already a good crowd had formed and the music was blared. She couldn't control the grin that slipped over her lips. She took a quick second to reposition her shirt over her chest. Though some of her little remaining confidence sputtered away when she tried to navigate her way through the sand in those cursed boots. Luckily she stumbled, literally, upon a cooler full of alcohol. Snatching up a bottle of beer, she twisted the lid off, and swung her head back, the alcohol quickly flowing. If she was going to make it through the night looking like a 'hooker' she needed to start drinking early.
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Jaxon frowned as he pulled his 2006 Honda Civic into his driveway. He had to drive his little brother home from middle school, which was seriously putting a dent into his beach time. Jaxon didn't really care though. He had to get ready anyway. Grabbing his bag from the back seat, Jaxon followed Max (his younger brother) up the stairs and into the house. "Alright kid. I'm going to get ready and run to the beach. I'll see you in a bit," Jaxon said, waving at his brother before heading into his room. Tossing his book bag off to the side of his room, Jaxon proceeded to change into a more suitable beach outfit. After spending an unordinary amount of time checking himself out in the mirror, Jaxon smirked and left his room. "Yo Storm. Where you at you little ********]" Jaxon called out loud, grabbing his dog's leash off the wall. A smirk crossed his face as his dog ran out from the living room, barking happily. Fastening the leash on Storm's collar, Jaxon pushed open the front door and walked back outside into the now-setting sun. After letting Storm into the back seat, Jaxon climbed into his car and pulled out of the driveway. Shifting the car from reverse into first gear, he began to drive towards the beach where everyone was meeting up.
After about twenty minutes of driving, Jaxon arrived at the beach. He was a bit on the early side. The sun was just setting over the horizon of the forested lake and many people had yet to arrive. Jaxon turned off car's engine and climbed out of the car, stretching his arms over his head to release some of the stiffness from yesterday's practice. Walking backwards to the door to the back seat, Jaxon pulled the handle and yanked the door open. He practically had to lunge to grab Storm's leash as the dog lunged out of the car and into potential freedom. "Settle the ******** down half pint," Jaxon said, giving the leash a firm jerk so that Storm would know that it wasn't time to run. The dog looked at him with a look of annoyance, and then stiffed the front tire of Jaxon's car. "Don't even think about it," Jaxon warned in a firm tone, before walking with his dog towards the fire pit. Thankfully, some wood was already around it from the last beach hang out. After tieing Storm's leash around a nearby bench leg, Jaxon made quick work of starting with a fire. Within moments the things was ablaze. Smiling with satisfaction, Jaxon nodded in approval at his work before turning around. He frowned, seeing that none of the football guys had showed up yet. He was really hoping that they guys weren't going to b***h out. Pulling his iPhone from his pocket, Jaxon typed up a quick message and sent it to three people: the quarterback, the tight end, and Braden.
Come on you c**k squeeze
Don't tell me that you took coach s**t head
seriously about not hanging out tonight.
Get your white a** down to the beach
before I put my ******** foot in it.
Nodding in approval at the sent text message, Jaxon pocketed his phone once more and turned around to walk towards Storm. Untieing his dog's leash, Jaxon gave the husky a scratch on the head before leading him to a nearby cooler. Popping open the cooler, Jaxon causally grabbed a beer. He wasn't exactly allowed to be drinking the day before a game. Was that going to stop him? Hell now. The punks on the other team couldn't cover him if the Jaxon had shackles around his ankles. A little hangover surely wasn't going to hurt his playing style at all. Besides, he wasn't planning on getting overly drunk. Just buzzed enough that it wouldn't be terrible if he took a drunk girl home. Taking a generous gulp out of the bottle, Jaxon used the back side of his hand to wipe his mouth. "You won't tell the coach s**t, will you boy?," Jaxon said with a smirk, knowing his dog wouldn't say anything even if he could.
"Corbin, I realized you were here as soon as I arrived due to your naturally foul odor akin to dried sweat and a flimsy self-image. Enjoying yourself amongst the other social pariahs? I'm a little surprised that you are still attending the school. I heard that you were going to move away and whore yourself around some other county."
An almost audible groan of annoyance escaped Jaxon's lips as Heather's voice filled his ears. Jaxon had given her the old Corbin bang-n'-boot a few months back and the girl was still holding a grudge. Jaxon honestly didn't understand why girls hated him so much after he did that to them. I mean, they know who he is and what his reputation is. Do they expect to be treated any differently than any other girl?
Bitches man. They be tripping.
Jaxon plastered his fake, charming smile on his face as he ignored the insult. Jaxon wasn't stupid, he knew that she was subtly insulting him. He would let it go though. It wasn't like it was something he wasn't used to. "Funny you should say that," Jaxon said, in reference to the whoring himself out statement. "I tried to go into porn but they said my d**k was too big. I can see it, but it was still a real let down." Jaxon smirked slightly. He figured that is immaturity would annoy her. It usually did. "I'm surprised to see that you still have your clothes on. I mean, last time I recall, my "foul odor" didn't deter you at all last time," Jaxon said with a smirk. A slight tug against the hand holding his leash caused Jaxon to glance down at Storm. The dog was studying the two of them, as though he could understand that behind the smiles there was a real tension. Shaking his head in amusement at his dog, Jaxon raised his eyes back up to Heather, awaiting her reply.
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"Damn it, Langley. . ." Braden muttered under his breath as he saw his buddy passing his car. Despite the fact that Aaron typically beat Braden at any driving related activities, he was determined to go the distance (literally and figuratively) to win at least once. Thus far there had been minimal traffic; however, being the rookie racer that he was, he had lost a significant amount of speed on a turn whilst Aaron could easily drift that s**t. Fortunately, the race wasn't over and he had a fairly decent amount of time to catch up and hopefully win. "Alright, bro, we got this," Braden said to Lucas as he thought up a plan. "See you in another life, brotha," Braden commented jokingly to the newcomer who seemed to be scared shitless, which was justifiable since he hadn't witnessed one of the Langley - Laubach races and that they were beyond their recommended redline. On his next turn, instead of facing the wheels towards the turn, he spun them away from the apex due to the high spring compression due to the pressure; thus, allowing the wheels to pop back into the direction the front wheels should've been facing. Using the e - brake to induce the oversteer to correct the balance, he was forced to subsequently countersteer away from the road, throttle at wide open mode. His tires began to lift off due to the excessive force applied before the suspension kicked back in again, which threw the car forward. Swiftly twisting the wheel to shift back to proper positioning before turning to the fourth gear with minimal power loss and lining up neck in neck with Langleys vehicle. "Nothing but straightaway baby!" Upshifting into the fifth and holding his speed until he reached one of the freshmen they forced asked to declare the winner.
Taking his foot off of the gas to let the car slow down naturally, he gradually pushed the break down before pulling over to the side of the road. Killing the engine and getting out of the car, "Hell of a race, man," he mused while walking with Lucas, Langley, and Miles (who had been in Aaron's car) to approach the freshman. Hell, he wasn't even sure who had won, it was too damn close (which was a first for Braden). Unfortunately, the scrawny c**t didn't seem to be paying attention, as revealed his justification about how it was too close to call all while stuttering as if he was Miles or something. Casting a glance in Aaron's direction before nodding. Before they could immediately tackle the freshman, the kid began running. "I love it when they run," he commented with a smirk. The kid clearly wasn't aware about both of the defensive players insane speeds (fastest 100 meter dash on the defense, thank you very much). The pair sprinted after him while Braden tackled him up top whilst Langley got him down low and they both ended with an arm bar on the the freshman. "SAY UNCLE!" Braden yelled obnoxiously seeing as though the kid was unable to tap out due to his arms being occupied elsewhere, he resorted to screaming akin to that of a three - year old girl. Letting him out of the arm bar while in a fit of laughter and allowing the freshman to flee. "What a little b***h," he commented to his best friend. "Let's get some booze in ya, grumpy," smirking due to his reference of the notable dwarf seeing as though anger and a short stature were two of traits that Braden clearly associated with his best friend.
Checking his phone, he saw a text of Jaxon but decided not to text the wide receiver back since he had already arrived. Not to mention, he wasn't exactly as fan of his arrogant temperament or the fact that he condoned heavily drinking prior to a game. Only Aaron could do that. Braden was pretty sure the dude could be drunk off his a** during a game and still ******** bitches up. Despite the previously set limits on how much they should drink - if they even delved into that territory - people rarely followed them, which is what Braden attributed towards the s**t show of an offense. Fortunately, the defense had stopped relying on any semblance of assistance from the offense since the coordinator was lackadaisical and it was sort of a joke. They were basically the Canada of the Cougars: irrelevant. Hence why Braden didn't exactly mind if they drank irresponsible and sometimes unfathomable amounts of liquor prior to a game. Catching a glimpse of Storm, he knew Jaxon couldn't be too far away; however, it seemed as though the Douchebagasaurus and the seemingly perpetually pms'ing Davenwhore were. Although he was fairly good friends with Jaxon, Braden had a few reservations about him. Sure, the kid was friendly and nice (if you use the term nice loosely) to Braden, but he treated the vast majority of people like s**t. Fortunately, his positive qualities outweighed the negatives in that he was easily the offensive player, even if that wasn't necessarily saying much, and that he was a ******** brilliant wigman. The latter far more important than the prior. Priorities, after all. Unfortunately, Braden preferred not to socialize with the likes of Heather, the chick needed to take a ******** chill pill and get some a**. If she was dumb enough to be oh so easily manipulated by Jaxon, then she deserved the old '******** - em - and - chuck - em' routine.
Steering clear of the two disputing individuals, Braden hadn't even noticed Cheyenne during his attempts to flee. He stopped himself just short, his hand grazing her hip as he righted himself and her as well, and then slung an arm around her shoulders in a quick hug. "What up, Levall!" He greeted enthusiastically. They weren't terribly close, but she was a pretty good friend - almost like a guy. Despite frequently forgetting that she was a female, there were certain occasions where he remembered she wasn't a complete butch and kind of pretty. And [********] did he notice. Times like these. "You do realize the strip club is a couple blocks down. Unless Jaxon hired you, I wouldn't put it past him. How much for a blow job? Langley's been going through a dry spell, I figure I should help a brotha out." Braden commented jokingly, flashing a grin to let her know that he wasn't being serious. Any attempts to dress up nicely would clearly be met with obligatory jokes from Braden and Aaron. It was just in their nature. "Kidding," he put his hands up defensively while smirking, "You look great, really. I just kinda miss the usual look you get from playing football with us. Not a bad change, though." Definitely, not a bad change. Being of the athletic variety, he assumed that she would have decent stamina and flexibility, but he wasn't about to activitely, uh, test it out. That's not to say that he wouldn't be up to get down and dirty, but she had never expressed any semblance of interest in the safety since she seemed far more interested in her sports and the tight end. Braden had been on the receiving end of several rants by Jaxon about how he was having difficulty bedding her with her being practically in love with the tight end. So he would settle for being bros with the jockette. He would have offered her a drink, but it seemed as though she already got a head start on the alcohol. "So, babe," he started off, "You excited for the game tomorrow? Ready to see Langley and I kick some a**?" he inquired politely while pulling out his phone to send Aubree a text.
Breeeee
Where you at?
Get your fine a** down to the beach.
This s**t blows without you.
I need to kick your a** in beer pong before the game for good luck!
ooc; basically the definition of a filler post, it's been a while, sorry guys
