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★xx Stasia sipped at her mojito, smiled sweetly at her sister after her half-a** sorry. What was up with that girl lately? Anastasia frowned slighty, taking another sip of her drink. She looked up as Bonnie excused herself. She nodded, and took in the silent company of her sister. Things hadn't always been this awkward between the Stark sisters. When they were young, the two had been extremely close. They were the girls who dressed up in their mother's heels and had fashion shows for the maids during their break. Stasia still had an old feather boa from when they were children hanging in her immense walk in closet. Back then, her room had been decked out in pink and barbie dolls. She had always wanted to look like her favorite barbie, one that shared her hair color and had perfectly made up eyes. The barbie's name had been Olivia, and Stasia would spend hours playing with her and her convertible. Quinn had been her best friend back then, because they were so close. A sigh at the old memories excaped her painted lips. She missed being close to her sister, now they hardly spoke without some type of sarcasm coming out of her mouth.

The sight of Tatum approaching made her smile genuine. They were pretty close with him being Bonnie's ex and Luke's best friend. He always seemed like a sweet guy and Stasia found him easy to talk to. She wondered it Luke was here yet, and if he had confided in Tatum over his one night stand. She knew that Luke always got advice from Tatum back before he left, so he knew most of their relationship details. Stasia hugged him lightly as he kissed her cheek and sat down next to her. "It's really good to have you back bud. We've missed you." She spoke over the noise in the crowd, meaning it. She had missed Tatum, and she knew that Bonnie had too until she got together with Chase. She was worried about her friend, and hoped she was doing alright. She had seemed a little tense before she went to the bar. Stasia watched her sister walk away to get another drink and gave her a little wave. She looked back over at Tatum with a shrug. She wanted to ask him where he'd been but she held in the urge. She knew there had to be a reason that he would take off without telling anyone. She was about to ask the question when Luke walked up, saying a simple 'hey'.

Stasia's heart skipped a beat just hearing his voice. She gave an apologetic smile to Tatum and got up, grabbing Luke's arm. She moved her lips towards his ear so he would hear her over the noise of the club and the growing conversations. "We need to talk." She said loud enough so he could hear her. She led him over to a tall table with two bar height chairs. She sat across from him, frowning slightly. She glanced back over to where she had been sitting and was relieved to see Tatum chatting with Quinn. She gave her attention back to Luke and was happy that it was slightly quieter at this table. "Honestly, I just don't get it Luke. Like, I don't know what I could have possibly done to make you want someone else." Her voice was slightly fiery with passion. She loved Luke with all her heart, and she hadn't talked to him since the night of that party. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she clasped her hands tightly around the drink in front of her. "And now, you won't even tell me who she was? I mean, come on." She frowned, angrily. Her voice was slightly raised and it left a bad feeling in her stomach. She wasn't one to raise her voice very often, but the fact was, nobody had ever cheated on her before.

Stasia had been friends with Luke before they dated, and she had always had a bit of a crush on him. When they first started dating, she fell madly in love with him. He was honest and kind and everything she wanted in a guy. He was her best friend, other than her girls of course. She just never would have suspected him of being the type of guy who would cheat on his girlfriend. "It's just- I thought you loved me." Her serious voice faltered slightly and she fanned her eyes with her hand to avoid crying. There was no way she was going to screw up her makeup or draw attention by crying in the middle of the club. She didn't want to do this here, but it was her only option. "Just tell me why." Her voice had gone quiet, tears threatening behind her eyes. She wanted to know who the girl was. She wanted to know why this random girl was chosen over her. Her hand fluttered to her face, pressing against her temple. The need to cry passed and now she just felt tired. She sighed, taking a long sip of her mojito, meeting Luke's eyes. "I don't even know anymore." She shook her head, exasperated, her anger turning to simple dissapointment. She loved him, so much it hurt sometimes, and she felt her energy draining away.


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xxxxBreathe. All he had to do was breathe. Chase looked in the mirror in his party outfit. He already knew he was late, but who could blame him? It was a party for his girlfriends ex-boyfriend, who wouldn't be nervous? He made sure his jacket was okay then ruffled his hair, looking himself in the eye, face to face with the mirror. "You got this man. It's not like..she..she still likes him. We've been together for..months. Be confident." he said to himself, the word 'confident' repeating in his head. He really was nervous. He wanted to be friends with this Tatum guy, and of course, not get on the bad side, but how was he gonna do that smoothly if he basically took his girlfriend? Don't think negative. Positive. Positive thoughts. He gave a deep breath, then took his glasses, just in case, put it in his pocket, his cellphone and wallet as well. He slung his camera around his shoulder; he always brings his camera, and made sure that he had enough film, then headed out the bedroom.

Chase, came from a well known family. His father and mother were very famous for owning businesses up in the east side. His little brother and sister were both A+ students and already had early scholarships to some colleges, when they're only starting Highschool. They live in a big condo, and they have another house not too far from here, another condo. His family has always been picture-perfect. At least. Until now. Practically, they're in a situation of money crisis. And only Chase, his mother, and father know. The little siblings have no clue, and it's going to stay that way until they get everything fixed. Unfortunately, all of that money goes to Chases photography fund. Money to buy new cameras or lenses, which meant a lot to him. It might just be...shut down. Which is why Chase is keeping this whole situation a down low. He wouldn't want to embarrass himself, or his family. Pretty soon, the problem will be solved. His father was good at convincing some people, and they had tons of other rich family and friends.

Going downstairs, he sees his mother already in the kitchen. "Oh there you are, dear, wh..where are you going?" his mother had spotted him up the stairs, as Chase slid down the arm of the staircase. He smiled at his mother when he landed and jumped in front of her, of course eating her normal meal. A low calorie chai tea with some tofu salad. Gross. His mother would always eat some diet foods for dinner..and lunch and breakfast. He looked at the dinner the other butlers and maids were making. Everything around her seemed to be diet, since his mother wants to lose some 'weight'. Even his father sometimes gets out of the house to get a good cheeseburger. Giving his mother a kiss on the cheek, he shook his head with a smile, "Out to go to a party. Bonnies...friend arrived from a long trip. I've got to go. Bye, i love you!" he said, his thick british accent emphasizing, giving his mother one more kiss and a hug, with a return of the same thing from his mum. The other butlers and maids had greeted him 'have fun' and 'have a nice night!' kind of thing. If only they knew they were close to losing their jobs..he loved all the butlers and maids, each one of them. They've fed and taken care of them, and if they lose their jobs, it would be just horrible. For them AND for Chase. Walking to the garage, he smiled at all of them and waved, "Goodbye everyone!" he said, referring to all that lived in the house in general. Now, it was time to pick a car.

Chase would pick the usual. The Lamborghini's latest creation: SESTO ELEMENTO. It's silver texture of the hood shimmered with the light of the ginormous garage. He smiled, petting the nose of the car. This was shipped all the way from London, and he was one of the first people to get it. He looked through the car keys that were hanging, organized, next to the door, grabbing the one that said "CHASE", since, it was his car. Hopping into the drivers seat, he opened the garage and started the ignition, backing up and heading down the street. As he did so, he opened his phone looked through the contacts. It seems that Bonnie would already be there. Biting his bottom lip, he started to text at a stop light.

To: Babes! (:
Hey babe, i'm on my way.
Can't wait to see you!
Anybody else there yet?
I know i'm late, and i'm so sorry..
See you then :* xx

Sent! The light turned green and he stepped on the pedal gently, not wanting to get, yet, another ticket. He wasn't even speeding, it was just one mile over. Why was that such a bad thing? Americans. As he drove in town, he tried to think of how to greet Bonnies...long time friend. Was it just a 'hi, i'm chase'? Maybe. Either he should tell him about his relationship with bonnie..or he should find out for himself. Maybe Bonnie will tell him..a lot of things could happen tonight. Sighing he spotted the club, and also spotted Bonnies car. He smiled, parking right next to hers and walked out of the glimmering silver lambo, locking it, then walking towards Tilt. As he walked inside, there was loud music, people dancing, drinks, everything you could see at a party. He smiled as he was walked further, seeing even more people in this ginormous club. As if it was on cue, he saw Bonnie. He was about to walk over to her but she was with another guy. 'Is...is that him...?' he thought to himself, and watched the man walk away from her. He wasn't so sure if that was the Tatum guy everyone was talking about, but he'll find out sooner or later. Seeing that Bonnie was talking to that guy anymore, he walked up to her and hugged her from behind, giving her a kiss on the cheek, "Hey babes." he smiled at her. He saw that she was with another girl. Familiar but never really came to mind that he's talked to her before. He gave a hand to the golden brunette and smiled, still holding Bonnie, "Hi, i'm Chase." he greeted.






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Click on left picture for Chase's outfit! Jeezuz, sorry this sucks :c Hope i didn't miss anyone!

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He waited for her reply and even though it only took a few seconds, it seemed like minutes. He didn’t greet Tatum for they were together since he entered the place and there is a lot of time to catch up; now that he is back in town. He didn’t glance over to Quinn for he feared he’ll just runaway. It was not in his nature to run or even have fears. Come on, he comes into major businesses in hopes it will go through. Nothing was sure and all are at risk. He was a man who would dare to take any risk he can just to be successful and to get a name for him. Luke can’t understand why this simple thing called, love, was more complicated than how he hoped for. His train of thought was disrupted when a bump on his shoulder shook him. He didn’t look back. He knew who did it. He caught a glance in that split second he was bumped. He knew it was Quinn. ‘Control yourself Luke! For a risk taker, you’re quite the coward.’ He thought to himself and as he was trying to clear his mind, he felt a hand on his arm and then a familiar perfume shot beside him. He was stunned for a few seconds. He heard her say that they need to talk but her smell and how she was close to him made him a bit mad. He wanted to hug her but he knew it was not yet so. He followed Stace to a tall table and she sat across from him. He knew where this is coming and even though he thought of it deeply, now that she was right in front of him, all that was gone from his head.

He wanted to start the conversation but he couldn’t find the words for it. Instead, he just kept silent and stared at her. She was looking over the table where they came from and it was good to see Tatum was not alone. When finally she looked back, he knew this difficult topic would be discussed here; tonight. He listened to her and he knew she was still hurt. “Don’t say that. You didn’t do anything.” He answered, “It was me who made the mistake and I’m really sorry that it happened.” He then heard her raise her voice. He hadn’t heard her raise her voice, never. It was the very first time he did and he knew it was because of him. He let go of his drink on the table as he then placed both of his hands on his pockets. It was something he had used to be doing when he’s in a tight situation. It made him calm down. He took a deep breath, “You don’t need to worry about the other girl. She’s not important.” He wanted to hit himself with the lame excuse. He wanted to tell her so badly who the other party was. Knowing himself, he couldn’t even keep a secret about taking a candy on the free-for-all candy jar when asked. He hasn’t hid anything from Stasia. Nothing he knew of. This was the only one he needed to hide; the name of the girl that was involved. He wanted to tell her, yes, but he was pushed to the extent of not telling for he knew it would hurt her much more if she knew. Will anyone be relieved if he told her that he cheated with his girlfriend’s sister? Of course not! It would be his biggest crucifix to bear. Not only that, he would eventually lose the only person he had loved.

He wanted to hit the rewind button to that party and would stop himself on doing it; If only that was possible. He heaved a sigh before hearing Stasia’s voice. As he heard her, ‘I thought you loved me’ kept echoing inside his head. Now she doubted his love for her. Love was really complicated and he finally realized it now. No, it wouldn’t be if he didn’t do it that night. How he thought it was pretty pathetic of him. His girlfriend is on the brink of crying and he couldn’t do anything but to stay hushed. He was feeling hurt. Not because Stasia wanted to know who the girl was and that she wanted to know why this happened, but it was because he didn’t want her to cry. He didn’t want her to get hurt. She was his first girlfriend and he thought of her being his last as well. He could see his future with her and with that mistake, it all looked grim.

What he wanted now is to save this relationship. The thought of losing her just made him thought of leaving like Tatum, without any word. He didn’t want it either but if it is where it is going, then he’ll surely take the ticket. He shook himself from his thoughts as he noticed she was already tired and the party was just starting. He held out his hand and gently caressed her cheek before taking her hand. He flashed a gentle but warm smile. He wanted her to feel his warmth. He wanted to let her feel safe again with him. He held her hand, squeezing it a little before kissing it; kindly. “Stace,” he smiled. “I never loved someone like how I do love you. You know me very well, even to the extent that you know I wouldn’t keep a secret from you.” He squeezed her hand again. “I made a mistake and I won’t make any excuses like I was drunk.” He kissed her hand again before caressing it with his thumb. “It happened but I promise it won’t happen again. I hadn’t gone to any party or even talk to any other woman ever since you left the party.” He glanced to their hands together as a pause to collect his thoughts before looking back at her, “It will never happen again. I assure you.” He smiled once more, “You could hire a crew of undercover agents to even spy on me.” He joked, as an attempt to lighten the mood but he turned back to his mellow tone. “Please give me another chance and prove I’m a better man.”

He wanted to be sincere. He wanted for her to see it, to feel it. Hell, he didn’t even care if someone heard him with his joke. He just wanted her back in his arms.



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[D r a m a t i c D a i s y]

★xx Anastasia looked over the man in front of her. He looked tense, she could see how much he regretted what he had done. But the fact that he cheated on her made her heart ache. He said it wasn't anything she had done; that is was his fault. But she couldn't help but feel that it was her fault it had happened at all. She hadn't done enough, or she'd done too much. One of the two. She was New York's sweetheart, always kind towards others, and she felt that same kindness settling into her face. She let him take her hand, and she flushed slightly as he told her how much he loved her. She let herself relax as he looked at her, as if he could see deep inside of her. His words were sincere and she couldn't help but laugh slightly at his undercover agent comment. She squeezed his hand gently, looking down at her drink and then back up to his eyes. Her face had relaxed, and her voice was back to being it's sweet tone. She hated herself for raising her voice at him. That wasn't something she did, unless she was either hurt or furious, and her excuse was that at that moment, she had been a mixture of both.

Stasia gave him an easy half smile, keeping hold of his hand. Just touching him sent shockwaves through her fingertips and through her arm. She loved being close to him, and being away from him for so long was beginning to wear on her physically and emotionally. She stood up, joining him at his side of the table. She wasn't the tallest girl, but she wasn't short at 5'7", and she gestured for him to stand so he was taller than her. She looked up at him, standing close to him. She slowly wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm going to trust you." She spoke just loud enough for him to hear her. She stood there, hardly an inch away from him, her arms firmly around his neck. "And I hope I'm making the right decision, when I say that I don't want to live without you." She looked up, her own hazel eyes growing slightly misty. "Please don't let me fall if you're not always gonna be here to catch me." She leaned into him, her face finding the place on his chest underneath his chin where she fit perfectly. She did trust him, and she hoped that he wouldn't do the same thing again. She knew him too well for that, but after the incident, her trust had faltered. She didn't like it, but it was the truth.

"I love you Luke Johan McConnery, and you better love me too." She met his eyes and giggled, removing any bad thoughts from her mind. She'd find out who the girl was, if she had to track her down herself, but he didn't need to know that. She moved one hand up, placing it on the back of his head. She tilted her face upward and gently moved his head down to meet hers. She kissed him, feeling the sparks stronger than ever. She had missed his touch, his lips, his scent. The kiss was long, and took her breath away. When they finally broke apart, she let her lips linger in front of his. She gave him one more quick peck and smiled against his lips before letting loose of him. She grinned and laced her fingers with his. "Well come on my lovely boyfriend. We must mingle!" Stasia kissed his cheek and pulled him through the crowd, greeting and smiling at faces she knew. She lead them over to the bar to replace her abandoned half full mojito.

Stasia noticed Alex before he noticed them. With a grin, she tapped his shoulder. "Hey stud. Why such a loner?" She teased lightly, squeezing Luke's hand. She refused to let go of him after being apart for so long. Their friends had been aware of their fight, and at least the girls had heard of the affair. She assumed the guys knew from Luke, but she wasn't about to say anything, especially when there seemed to be no need now. Stasia knew Alex, not extremely well, but she was kind of the go-to when anyone from the group needed to talk, and she'd talked to each of them at one point. "So I have yet to see my favorite lady. Does anyone know when Becca's gonna be here?" She motioned to the bartender and asked for her usual, her favorite signature drink, The Manhattan. She didn't even need to say it for him to know what she wanted. Something about it seemed elegant and refined, and not at all trashy. She took her drink in one hand, sipping it. She bit her lip, wanting to pull out the cherry, but deciding to wait until the glass was drained. She was against doing anything that would kill her upper class status, and something so simple as eating the cherry out of her drink before it was gone bothered her. She glanced around noticing Bonnie with Chase and the new girl. Anne Marie. She'd been hanging onto Becca recently, and Stasia pitied the girl slightly. Stasia knew how irked she was by this girl edging her way into society. Stasia was well aware of the fact the Becca didn't truly want the girl as a friend. She waved at Chase and Bonnie with a smile before turning back to the boys.


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『Alexandre William Ramsey』
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It had been quite a while since Alex had sent the text to Becca, and he had still not received a text back from her. She hadn't entered the club yet, and he needed to see his girl. The only problem was that nobody else could see them together. She hated that he couldn't let anyone see them together, but he only did it for their sake. If word got out that they were a couple, his father would certainly hear about it and would become furious that he was with Abagnale.

Alex smiled as Tatum greeted him and watched the situation with him and Bonnie turn very awkward. He knew that Bonnie had gotten with Chase after Tatum had disappeared. His attention wasn't on Bonnie and Tatum for long, as he felt a tap on his shoulder to see Anastasia and Luke beside him. He smiled at her and answered her question. "Oh, I'm just waiting for someone." He returned his gaze back to the door for a quick second to see if Becca had slipped in. He turned back to Stasia and Luke, not seeing any sign of his girlfriend in the building. "Does anyone know when Becca's gonna be here?" He spoke up quickly, not thinking before he spoke. "I wish I did. I was actually waiting on-" He realized what he was saying and stopped himself to correct his previous statement. "Waiting on Jakob. Yeah. He told me to keep the party on hold until he got here." He gave a little fake laugh and fake smile.

Seeing everyone else with in their little relationships made Alex upset. We wished that he didn't have to hide his relationship with Becca. He really did care about her, but it was hard to stay faithful with a 'secret' girlfriend. He found that it would way to easy to hook up with any girl he wanted to. First of all, it wouldn't cause much drama because only Becca would care about it. And secondly, he was sexually frustrated because he hadn't gotten much alone time with her lately. Chances are that he could get with any single girl in this club tonight. After all, he was one of the best looking guys here tonight. In fact, getting with another girl sounded very tempting right about now.

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Tatum was so happy to be back. "Thanks," Tatum said to Quinn. Tatum began talking to Stasia about pointless stuff, using it as another excuse to steal a glance at Bonnie. She was still talking to Anne Marie and Luke by the entrance to the room. Tatum watched as Quinn walked away toward the bar, mumbling something about getting another drink.

At the same moment, Luke came toward them and took Stasia away. When Tatum had left, the two had been dating but right now, they were acting distant; Tatum was left alone wondering just how much he had missed. In New York City, a lot could happen in two months. Tatum wasn't felt alone for long, however, as Quinn made her way back to him. Was it curious that she only came back once her sister left?

Tatum noticed his drink was almost gone; he immediately motioned a staff member over and ordered a Long Island Iced Tea, one of his favorite drinks and had it in his hand moments later. "It's good to see you, too, Quinny. I missed you," Tatum said, slinging an arm around her shoulder and giving her a light squeeze. Of all the girls, besides Bonnie, Quinn was the one girl Tatum felt like he could always talk to. If he was going to tell anyone the truth as to why he left, that person would be Quinn.

What was he going to tell everyone? When he had left, Tatum had been the star of the lacrosse team. How could he possibly tell everyone that his heart condition has left him unable to continue playing? He already had a full-ride lacrosse scholarship lined up at Stanford University...he could kiss college goodbye. The only way he could maintain his reputation he in New York would be to keep his heart condition under wraps. But what would his excuse be for leaving? It had to be a good one, a fool proof lie that wouldn't be able to come undone.

"I've been looking for the person that can fill me in on everything I've missed" Tatum began, moving closer to whisper into Quinns' ear. He didn't want to call too much attention to his conversation with Quinn. He trusted Quinn to give him a straight up answer before he began hearing exaggerated versions of the stories he was sure she would entertain him with. One thing Tatum loved about Quinn was how honest she was. "Any chance that you're that lady?" Tatum flashed Quinn a smile and a wink, hoping to persuade her into spilling her guts, although Quinn wasn't exactly known for her tight lips.


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Bonnie slightly raised the corner of her mouth as Tatum walked away. It was clear that he was as nervous as she, which Bonnie took as a mixed signal and confused her a bit. She smiled to Luke who tried to reassure her that his action was his way of saying that he missed her, but Bonnie wasn’t too sure about it. ’Was he nervous because he still cares? Maybe he’s just nervous because he doesn’t know what to say to me since he’s moved on. Why can’t I just do the same?’ Bonnie took another drink from her glass as she watched him greet Quinn and Anastasia from the corner of her eyes.

This was exactly why she didn’t want to come tonight; she knew that her head would be filled with thoughts about Tatum; their past relationship, his absence, and the present. It annoyed her how much she still cared about him, even though he didn’t seem too concerned about her. Why else would he have walked away like that? Bonnie really wanted to tell him how hurt she was by his sudden disappearance, but she put her feelings on hold to greet him and be kind. After all, the pain of him leaving her had been the hardest thing she had ever gone through in her life. And just when she was finally starting to get accustomed to living without him near, he shows up out of the blue just as mysteriously as he had left. Had Bonnie done something to piss him off and make him leave? Was he intentionally trying to torture her because of whatever she did? Bonnie wrinkled her eyebrows together as she tried to think of what she could have done or said, but nothing came to mind.

Bonnie sighed as she raised her glass to her lips and took a drink, accepting the burn the vodka left behind as it trailed down her throat. She squeezed the glass in her hand tighter and stole another quick glance towards Tatum, before looking away. He was in conversation with Quinn and he didn’t seem to notice Bonnie at all. How was this so easy for him? She was at a party with all of her friends, plenty of drinks, loud, trendy music, and yet she couldn’t enjoy herself for 30 seconds without thinking about him. Bonnie sighed and watched as she swirled the contents of her glass.

”You’re…Bonnie? Right?” The sound of her name called broke Bonnie’s thoughts. She turned to face the owner of the voice, just about ready to thank them for the distraction. Oh, it was just Anna Lynn or whatever her name was. ”Yeah...” Bonnie gave her a half-smile and nodded before looking around. Becca needed to hurry her a** up and get there so that she could take her mini clone. Bonnie wasn’t really sure how or why she hung out with them since she wasn’t a socialite. She had heard from Gossip Girl or some other source that the girl’s father had gotten a hefty promotion, hence the arrival in the Upper East Side. Everyone knew that new money families hardly counted for anything, but Bonnie wasn’t going to say that to her face, at least not now. She hardly knew the girl and she hadn’t done anything to piss her off yet, so Bonnie was willing to give her a chance. ”Sorry, what’s your name again? Anne…” she said, waiting for the new girl to fill in the blanks for her.

Bonnie gasped as she felt someone’s arms wrap around her. She smiled as she took in the familiar scent of his cologne shortly followed with a kiss on the cheek. ”Chase!” she said, genuinely excited to see him. Bonnie turned her head and tilted it back slightly as she gave him a small peck on the lips. She was glad to have her boyfriend here at her side to distract her from any thoughts that related to a certain someone.

A couple weeks after Tatum had left, Bonnie was a wreck emotionally. She never outwardly showed it in public, although her friends caught on quite quickly. In the beginning, Chase was merely a rebound to help her get over Tatum; a temporary fix to fill the hole in her chest where her heart was stolen. But one thing led to another and before she knew it, Bonnie was his girlfriend. The more she got to know him, the less she felt like crying and the happier she felt. She really was happy with him, but it wasn’t the same like it had been with Tatum, something was different this time.

As Chase introduced himself to the new girl, Bonnie took another glance at Tatum to see if he had noticed Chase, who was still had his hands around her waist. Bonnie hadn’t mentioned anything about Chase to Tatum and wondered if he already knew about the two of them. They were mentioned on the Tyranny blog, but she wasn’t sure if he had kept up with it during his absence. Bonnie drank the last of the vodka in her glass and put it down on a passing waiter’s tray. She turned around to completely face Chase and placed her hands above his shoulders and behind his neck and smiled as she gazed into his hazel eyes. ”I’m glad you came.” she said before leaning into give him another kiss, this one deeper, but not very long. Bonnie only wanted Tatum to notice them, nothing more. She hoped that seeing her with another guy would hurt him, just as he had hurt her two months before. ”It’s more fun when you’re here too. C’mon, let’s go dance!” she said as she tried to nudge him out of the private room and towards the dance floor.



[[ OOC:: outfit in top picture. wow she came out to be a lot more judgmental than i had in mind O.o]]

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People seemed to be coming from left and right. Anne Marie was now facing Chase and Becca. Anne Marie had heard about both of them. They appeared to be perfectly happy, despite the fact her ex-boyfriend had mysteriously returned. In fact the two were quite cute together. The sight forced a smile upon her face. "Anne Marie"
She said, grabbing his hand and shaking it gently. It was a pitiful attempt to act graceful.

Chase was handsome, and his accent made Anne Marie swoon. Anne Marie was partly jealous of the two, suddenly missing Kyle from home.Kyle, her ex-boyfriend, was one of a kind. He had this adorable mess of red hair, bright green eyes, and chunky build. He wasn't the most attractive guy, but he was brilliant. He was aspiring to be a filmmaker, and with Anne Marie's interest in acting, the two made a power couple. In fact, Anne Marie had been out in New York before with him when he submitted one of his short films to a contest. He won second place. He was upset he hadn't won but got great reviews, as did Anne Marie's performance. However, as soon as Anne Marie told him she was going to be moving to New York because of her father's promotion, Kyle called their relationship quits. He claimed that long distance never works for anyone. He said that if the two were meant to be together, when he came out for college. It was one more year without him, but Anne Marie was trying to remain strong until then.

Anne Marie stood awkwardly as the two began to kiss, and looked around. There he was. Alexandre Ramsey. Anne Marie had seen him and Becca together. Of all the men she'd met so far, Anne Marie found Alexandre attractive. Like a stereotypical school girl, Anne Marie had written his name and hers in her journal with hearts around it. She quickly turned back to the kissing couple, who had returned to just mere cuddling, "Excuse me. I am kind of thirsty." Anne Marie excused herself, and began towards the bar. At the bar, Anne Marie hesitated when asked what she wanted to drink. Back home, she was only had to options of Rolling Rock or some cheap vodka. Mixed drinks weren't something that she was familiar with. Biting her lip, Anne Marie tried to think of a reference made in a movie. Instead, Anne Marie just ordered a glass of champagne. The bartender gave her a hesitant look, and just filled the order. A wave of relief rushed over Anne Marie.

Grabbing the flute of the glass, Anne Marie turned around and tried to scope out Alexandre. It took a few seconds, but at last Anne Marie spotted the handsome man. Taking a sip of her drink, Anne Marie inhaled quickly as if she was trying to inhale courage. She clumsily walked towards him, bumping into a few dancing couples. She finally got next to Alexandre and waved, unsure whether hugging him was appropriate. Back in her high school, hugging was the only proper salutation. Here, it appeared there was much more class. "Hey! Where's your better half? I texted her but she never responded." Anne Marie was actually kind of concerned about Becca. Had she upset her? Becca was Anne Marie's only friend here, and she couldn't imagine what life would be like if she hadn't met Becca. Because of Becca, Anne Marie was hanging with the socialites of New York. In fact, she had gotten herself in a few of the blasts recently. It was all too surreal.

However, it seems Alexandre was not alone. Anne Marie felt her shoulders slump slightly. However, she should be more social. It was Anastasia, who she thought was the most beautiful of the girl. "Hopefully Becca's okay" Anne Marie said, trying to horn her way into the conversation without being too awkward. She opened her clutch, and checked her phone. Only text messages were from her brother and father. She didn't want to answer them quite yet. She put the phone back in her clutch and took another sip of her champagne.

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[twinkjessus]

ι'м вυℓℓєтρяσσf, иσтнιиg тσ ℓσѕє
fιяє αωαу, fιяє αωαу
яι¢σ¢нєт, уσυ тαкє уσυя αιм
fιяє αωαу, fιяє αωαу
quinn stark--miss party girl

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Quinn kept a steady stare on Luke, she watched his lips mold around every word he spoke to Stasia. Something about 'love' and 'give me another chance', most likely. She let out a heavy sigh and studied how Luke moved around her sister. She frowned, and then felt a familiar feeling creep over her. She turned her head towards Tatum as he wrapped his arm around her. She quickly replaced her hurt look with a smile and laughed lightly.
It's good to see you, too, Quinny. I missed you,
She nodded, it was still a mystery why he had left, and she had really missed him, they had been close, and then h just disappeared, "I missed you too."
She inclined her head to look up at him, "Where have you been all my life?" she asked in a taunting, breathless tone. She then shook her head and straightened herself, "I'm kidding, but seriously where did you go?"


Quinn sipped at her cocktail on more time and then spared another glance in Luke's direction. She really needed to be careful when looking at him, she didn't want to get anyone wondering anything. Luke... Clearly hated her, and wanted nothing to do with her. A painful reality check just flashed through her heart and she could feel a large lump in her throat. Suddenly, Little Miss Party Girl didn't feel like partying at all... whatsoever.
She looked at Tatum, who seemed slightly deep in thought for a few moments, what was on his mind? She really worried about him sometimes, and she knew something was up, just by his eyes, "Tatum, what's wrong?" she questioned quietly, looking back up at him.

Quinn realized that Tatum moved closer to her, his face right next to her, his lips inches away from her ear, it took a minute for her mind to process what he was actually saying.
I've been looking for the person that can fill me in on everything I've missed.--Any chance that you're that lady?
Quinn thought for a moment. Ah, Tatum wanted gossip. She tilted her head for a second, did she know anything good? Probably not, she had been so involved with herself and Luke's issue that she kind of shut out everyone else. She let out a light laugh, "This all depends on what you want to know."
She caught his small smile and playful wink, and snorted. Setting her index finger under his chin and pulling his face even closer to hers so she could look into his blue eyes, "You're cute. It'll take a little more than a cute smile and a flirty wink to get anything out of me. Sorry Hun."


[o.o.c -- this was kind of a bad post, sorry about that.. ! ]

уσυ ѕнσσт мє ∂σωи вυт ι ωσи'т fαℓℓ
ι αм тιтαиιυм
уσυ ѕнσσт мє ∂σωи вυт ι ωσи'т fαℓℓ
ι αм тιтαиιυм.

[Lone Insignificant]

Luke waited patiently for the response of the most gorgeous lady in front of him to his plea. His calming and sincere face showed but deep inside, he was uneasy. He was hoping for her to trust him again. He didn’t know what to do if she would just end it there, but he knew her well. She was the very kindest person he had ever met. It was her kindness that gave him strength, but it was the clinging belief that she still loved him that made him hope that she’ll reconsider. He saw her smile and it made his heart beat faster. Was it just his imagination playing with him, or was it really true? Her warmth emanating from her hand was real. He could feel it and would not want to let it go. Finally being able to touch her again after so long he couldn’t have made him remember how he missed her. He really forced himself to sleep each night. He couldn’t sleep at all and he would remain silent on his bed or he would take his jacket and head out to take a night stroll. He would be lost on his thoughts and wouldn’t even remember how he always ended up on her doorstep. He never rang the doorbell nor did he try to knock. He just looked up to her window and regret how he can’t just call out to her. He felt pain but he knew she felt more.

He followed as she gestured for him to stand up; like a little kid obeying his mother. She was now standing close to him and he met her eyes as he felt her arms around his neck. He kept silent but slowly wrapped his arms around her waist. He knew it was his turn to listen. As he listened, he just couldn’t help but let his eyes gaze at her. Oh how he missed how they were this close. How he missed looking at those heart melting eyes. She leaned into his chest where she had always been. He tightened his hold on her a little before resting his cheek on her head. “I promise. I won’t ever leave you. I’ll always be here to hold you and I will never let you fall, again.” He gave her a kiss on her head as he heard her say she loves him. He was getting a bit emotional and he could just cry. He wanted to hear that from her. He thought he wouldn’t be able to hear it with her sweet and loving voice. He felt her heart beat the same as his. “I love you too, Anastasia Lavender Stark, with all my heart.” He gave out a sweet smile as his eyes met hers. He heard her giggle and it made his heart flutter. He felt her hand shift its position, he felt her gently push his head down and as it did, he felt her lips on his. He held on her tightly as they kissed. He surely did miss her. The kiss lasted longer and when it lasted, she gave him one quick peck. He smiled and so did she.

The night was still young and the party was just starting. He couldn’t help but smile kindly at Stasia when she called him her lovely boyfriend. He let her lead the way through the people that knew them. He smiled back at them but he always took quick glances to the lovely lady holding his hand. He couldn’t believe he had her again. Upon arriving at the bar, he remembered his drink and he forgot all about it at the tall table they were just in. He let it go and asked the bartender for a Black Velvet. As he waited, he heard Stasia greet someone and when he looked her way, he saw Alex. He listened to their conversation and took a sip from his drink when it finally came. Luke knew Alex and his player complex. Luke turned to them and slowly slid his arm around Stasia’s waist without letting go of her hand. He rested his chin on her shoulder before giving it a kiss. He made himself comfortable beside her before greeting Alex, “Hey Alex, I’m sorry I left you by the door without saying anything.” He apologized before taking his glass and lifting it a little on Alex’s direction as a sign of greeting before taking a sip on his newly acquired drink. He glanced by the table where Tatum was supposed to be at and he was surprised that he was quite close with Quinn. Not that he minded but he was just expecting Tatum to behave since Bonnie is around and Quinn to not ride with him. But they were talking and he couldn’t figure what they were talking about.

Not long after, he heard Stasia asking when Becca would come. She’s right. The party was already starting but he guessed the party doesn’t really start without the whole group around. He then heard a familiar voice just beside them and it came from the new girl. He just gave her a quick smile.



ooc: click at the top picture for the music.

[quarrk]

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xxxxSmiling down at his girlfriend, he received a small kiss on the lips in return. He rubbed his neck slightly and looked at Bonnie, "Ah, sorry i'm late Bon.." he said, trying to find an excuse on what to say. He looked his eyes on hers and took a extra strand of hair from her face, putting it behind her ear. "Looking extra beautiful as always." he chuckled, his british accent coming through, then turning to the new girl, who called herself Anne Marie. He gave her a grin and nodded, shaking her hand. "Pleasure to meet you Anne Marie." he said. He's never hung out with Anne Marie until then. Maybe tonight was a time to make new friends and fix some stuff with people. Yet..how come he felt as if he was the only one nervous here? He shrugged the thought off and held onto Bonnie, seeing that Anne Marie felt awkward around their presence and decided to get a drink. He nodded to her and grinned, "Oh well, alright! It was nice meeting you." he said, genuinely. He really was the sweet type of gentleman, and not just because he's british. Stereotypical.

He's heard nasty rumors about Anne Marie, mostly coming from the main people of society. People saying that she's a 'wannabe', though Chase didn't seem to look at her that way. She actually seemed to be a sweet girl, who just wanted to fit in. I mean, who doesn't want to fit in. He'll have to talk to everybody about that. At least give the girl a chance. Glancing down at Bonnie, he noticed she glanced at a man not too far away from here. Tall, handsome, buff. He couldn't tell the face from over here, so he decided to disregard the whole thing and just focus on the moment.

Looking over at Bonnie, she leaned in for a kiss. Chase smiled and closed his eyes, holding her face gently. Still, every time they kissed, he could still feel the spark..the magic. He just hoped that she still felt the same. Shortly, she nudged him to the dance floor. Chase laughed and walked with her to the middle of the floor, the disco in the air, and people moshing and dancing around them. "Now babe, you know i'm not much of a dancer." he laughed, half jokingly and partially true. He wasn't much of a dancer, but he tried anyways. Just to make her smile. Awkwardly dancing with her, though it was quite decent, he conversed with her. "Anyways, did you have much fun without me?" he said sarcastically, giving her a wink. He wondered when the DJ will change the song to a slow one. He's not much a club dancer, but when it comes to waltz and slow songs, he's pretty good at it. His mother had taught him how to dance with ladies at balls and what not since he was ten, and even provided lessons. Though, the lessons have been cut off because of the money troubles. Not wanting to think about that, he pulled her closer and held her hand, dancing with her. She really looked beautiful under the lights. He noticed she kept glancing at the man she was with earlier. He glanced toward him as well. 'Is..is that Tatum?' he thought in his head. It seemed that the man was with Quinn, another friend of his, and they were..flirting? It was hard to tell from here. Maybe he already moved on from Bonnie, giving Chase a chance. Ah, positive thoughts. How ever can i thank you?






OOC

Click on left picture for Chase's outfit! Ah, writers block :/

[dicaprihoe]

Ｒｅｂｅｃｃａ Ｃａｓｔｌｅ Ａｂａｇｎａｌｅ
ｔｈｅ ｐｅｒｎｉｃｉｏｕｓ ｌｅａｄｅｒ

Finally after 24 hours, Rebecca had finally woken up after the previous night, getting rid of a bad cold, and having to stay up all night watching the Austin Powers Trillogy and all four Scream movies, even if the last three sucked. Well the morning after watching all of those movies, she finally went to sleep in the morning with a pound of cold medicine and a very large sleeping pill. Well after the longest nap of her life, she woke up about 24 hours later and it was already nine fifteen pm! "s**t! I'm late!" she said as she threw herself out of bed and ran towards her phone. Crap! Five new messages and three missed calls. She grabbed her phone as she ran into her bathroom. Putting her phone down, she looked around seeing if she had everything she needed for her shower. "Shampoo, Conditioner, Soap, Lufa... Where's my shower Gel!?" She cried looking for the gel. Then she put a robe on and went out of her bathroom in her robe knowing who took it. "ADELAIDE!!!" She yelled in her house. Soon enough there Stood Adelaide in the hallway. Wearing one of Rebecca's Shirts.

"Are you wearing my shirt!?" Rebecca yelled at her. "Yeah so?" Adelaide said. Rebecca rolled her eyes and finally got to the point. "Look did you take my shower gel?" she asked. Adelaide rolled her eyes as she gave it back to her. "Stop taking my stuff!" she yelled as she went back into the shower. Of course she had to text a couple people before she stepped into the shower.

To: Bon Bon (Bonnie); Stacey (Anastasia); Q (Quinn)
From: Becca <3
Message: I feel so much better!
Of course I woke up just a little late
but I should be there in a few!

After showering and sending the text messages to the girls, she got out of the shower, applied her make-up, dried and curled her hair and she came out of the bathroom with only her head done and beautiful. She soon put on her her dress and her shoes and Jewelry when she texted back to her 'Secret Boyfriend' and Anne Marie. And soon she drove off.

To: Annie Dear
From: Becca <3
Message: Told you a million times Annie Dear
You don't need a fake ID to get in
Just for the alcohol, but i got it covered
be there soon~

To: Al<3
From: Becca <3
Message: Aww I love you too babe
I can't wait to see you either!
I'll be there soon!

Soon she arrived at the club in a big black limo as her driver, Richard, Stepped out and opened the door for her. "Take the night off Richard, I'll call you when I'm ready." Rebecca said. Soon she was in the club, the music pounding and everyone already dancing, but soon, all the eyes were on her. It was as if she were walking down a runway. Everyone stared at her, admiring her beauty of course, what else? She saw everyone of her friends as she walked towards them. "Now I'm sure that everyone looks absolutely stunning tonight don't they. Now I hope I didn't make you all wait did I?" She said smiling at all her friends

OCC;; OMG so horrible! Probably Worst post ever! So sorry! Outfit in first icon.

[el s h a a r a w y]

xx

『Alexandre William Ramsey』
the player

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Ellis looked down at Anne Marie who had made her way over beside him from across the room. He knew her through Becca, though they had never really talked much. He assumed from how much she talked to Becca that she would have caught on to the idea that the two of them were dating. He responded to her. "I hope she'd be here soon. I ne-" His gaze was directed back at the front door as a stunning blonde walked in. "Speak of the devil." He noticed that he wasn't the only one watching her, many others were. How could you blame them? That stunning blonde was all his, and boy was he proud. He smiled and walked up to her as she figured out where he was. He greeted her with a kiss, but quickly withdrew. 's**t, what have you done?!' He turned around to all of his friends with a fake smile. "Just uh... being friendly!"

His friends would surely figure it out now. He hated that he couldn't do anything with his own girlfriend in public. He needed to tell. He wanted her to see that he was proud of her. He would stand up to his father and tell him that he was dating his worst enemy's daughter, and that he loved her. He turned back to face Becca and motioned to her to come have a word with him. Taking her hand, he led her back to a VIP room to make sure that nobody could hear them. "So, I've decided to tell my father about us." He sighed. "I've realized that if I really loved you I wouldn't keep our relationship secret. I want to show you off." He gave her a small kiss.

He had no doubts that everyone of his friends would have all figured it out by now. He hoped that they didn't care too much about it. Hopefully, they would be happy for the two of them. "And by the way, you look stunning tonight." He took her hand and spun her around. "A girl that pretty certainly shouldn't buy her own drinks. Whatever you want. On me." He took her hand and led Becca back out to the bar.


OhOhCee; wahhhhhhh total s**t




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[iSight__x]

miss smarty pants.

Bonnie loved to listen to his British accent. It was definitely the first thing she noticed about him when they first met, something that reminded her of Tatum’s accent as well. ”You’re not that bad. I love your dancing.” she said as she grabbed his hand and walked with him to the middle of the floor. Bonnie knew that he didn’t particularly enjoy dancing, but the fact that he agreed to was enough for her, even if he wasn’t the best dancer. She smiled to him as she swayed her hips to the beat of the loud club music.

She shook her head and smiled. ”No, of course not. It’s never fun when you’re not around.” she said to him. She hadn’t been at the club that much longer than he, so all she had done was greet some of her friends and have a couple drinks. Her eyes slowly made their way back towards the private room to steal a quick glance at Tatum. Although it was hard to see around the crowd of people in between and the dim lighting, but it looked as though Tatum was talking to someone. ’Wait, is that Quinn?’ she had to do a double take to see if her guess was correct. Bonnie frowned slightly as she noticed how close the two of them were to each other, and not close in the ‘I can’t hear you over the music’ type of way’… it kind of looked like the two of them were flirting with each other. So Tatum really was over her… but did he really have to flirt with Quinn, her friend? There were plenty of other girls that she didn’t, and would probably never, know.

Then the song changed and Bonnie remembered where she was. She looked back at Chase, who seemed to notice her incessant looks towards Tatum. ’Oh no…’ she thought as she gave him another smile. She felt bad that even though she was with Chase, both physically and relationship-wise, she couldn’t stop thinking about Tatum. He was in the past and Chase was her present. It was clear that Tatum had moved on from her, so it was time that she focused on her amazing boyfriend. Bonnie stopped dancing for a moment and wrapped her hands around Chase’s neck, resting her head against his chest. Even though he was uncomfortable dancing normally to club music, it was quite the opposite when it came to slow dances. They probably looked stupid slow dancing in a club, but Bonnie wanted to show him that she really did care about him. Over the past couple of weeks, Bonnie felt their bond strengthen and finally began trusting him fully. In fact, things were going so good, that she probably would have told him the special three-word phrase. Bonnie slowly opened her gray eyes and looked up at Chase. He was the perfect boyfriend, but for some reason, Bonnie wasn’t satisfied with it; there was definitely something missing there. She just couldn’t figure out what it was.



[[ OOC:: outfit in top picture. EDITED! ]]

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