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Location: Drink table --> Dance floor
Thoughts: 'I'm starting to feel fuzzy. Is it the alcohol, or is it Jessi?'
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     Gotcha! Harley thought as she finally grabbed the can of alcohol. But her victory was short lived as she felt the back of her legs interacting with another type of flesh. Harley gently turned her head with every intention of telling the person to back off, but when she saw that it was Jessi, her stomach dropped. She watched in silence as a hand was placed on the back of her thigh. Harley's gaze quickly dropped from surprise to a gaze of glazed sexual attraction.
     In the back of Harley's mind, she knew that alcohol made some of her better senses--common sense, for example--vanish and some of her sexual senses heighten. The consequences of her attraction to Jessi were the last thing on her mind as the hand that was on her thigh traveled up her body, causing goosebumps to crawl along her skin. Harley barely noticed the can of beer being taken out of her hand as she became victim to the feelings that were trembling through her body. Alcohol turned an innocent Harley into a clumsy, emotional Harley. Her body shook as the weight of the other female was suddenly removed from her back, causing Harley's legs to wobble slightly. Her glazed eyes followed the dark skinned figure to the middle of the dance floor. Even with her brain being fuzzed up, she could tell how sexy Jessi looked as dancing females surrounded her. It was almost as if she was the symbol of Harley's future...should she decide to follow her. It's what her heart wanted. She could feel it as it hammered inside of her chest. She knew she wanted to dance with Jessi, but should she? It was completely different than the last party they attended and fooled around in. This one felt more intimate, yet more open. 
     It was a difficult process for Harley to make a decision. Her thoughts were blurred as they whizzed past. She tried to suck any logic she could out of them, but the thing that was blaring in the back of her mind was dance. Harley straightened her body, pulled down the hem of her dress, and watched Jessi with intent filled eyes. She crossed the distance the was between them until she came up nose to nose with the enticing woman. Harley dragged her tongue across her bottom lip as her eyes found Jessi's lips, imagining the way their lips met before. Her face flushed and she quickly looked up to the can of beer. With slightly slurred speech she said, "You stole it. That's not fair to me."
     To an observer it might simply mean that Jessica had stolen her 'beer', when in reality Harley was saying, 'You stole my heart.'.

~Jamine Anderson~

Jasmine sat on her bed, guitar in hand, and plays softly and absent mindedly as she listens to the sounds of her sister preparing for the evening. For a moment, a tang of envy strikes her and she pauses in her playing. Jasmine had been her sister's constant companion throughout life and had faced the lonliest situations with her at her side, but even at a young age, Jasmine knew Leigh was destined to forever hold the spotlight, Leigh's pretty blonde hair and carefully selected words assured her of that. That had been when Jasmine had turned to music, she considered with a quick strum of a harsh chord before setting her state of the art guitar to the side, she had needed to find an unbiased outlet, one that accepted her completely and unconditionally. 

Brushing off the nightgown that she had practically been living in the past couple of days at home with a high fever, Jasmine warded off the envy towards her much admired and pursued sister and instead stumbled down the stairs after her. "You weren't going to leave without saying goodbye again were you?" Jasmine murmured faintly, realizing how pathetic and weak she must look and mentally admonished herself. He truth was, she had barely gotten to speak to her sister these past couple of days locked up at home wih the maids, and she missed Leigh terribly. 

For a moment, she considered accompanying her sister to the party, but quickly brushed   the thought away. Not only would she be unwanted and awkward (as she often was) but she was probably not well enough for the event, She should definitely stay at home and regain her strength. [/b]

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Location: Kev's house
Thoughts: Never wear this again…I need a cup of tea.
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Was it really that big of deal? Chocolate orbs wandered downward not towards the floor in embarrassment but at the dark clothing they hugged her miniscule excuse of a waist and onward to the ripped fishnets that hugged at her creamy legs. She didn’t mind the compliments that were bestowed upon her by her two red-haired friends—that wasn’t a problem at all; in fact she looked up from her attire and gave both a rare smile of appreciation.

”Thank you.” She simply stated before taking a few steps over to the struggling friend of hers who seemed to have just what Sage wanted--tea. Of course it would be nothing but rude if she just took the tea from her companion, so while Kevyn busied herself telling Joe about their wonderful festivities that Sage hoped would happen upstairs, she took the boxes of pizza from Delilah and took a step back, holding the warm boxes against her chest.

”Ready.” Sage commented as she turned her attention back to her small group of friends, the music that was blaring around her seeming to drone out her out due to her monotone and low voice. Though it didn’t seem like her words mattered anyway—not after hearing Sam’s rather playful attack directed to Joe. With the boxes in her hand it was hard for her to tilt her head to the side and glare at her curly hair friend—and since it took more effort, when she landed her chocolate death glare at her geeky friend, she made sure that he could feel the intensity of her eyes.

It may have been obvious to everyone around that the musician had an undaunted crush,but not to Sage . She was never aware of his eyes watching her when they were in class, her slightest movements drawing his attention, whether it was just a simple act of brushing her raven tresses behind her ear, or sipping a hot cup of tea in the back of the café. Even if she was to ever know—she was quite certain that she wouldn’t care, or at least find it as a simple pun, for she thought of Joe as a friend—a family friend. How many nights had they sat in the lobby of the University or in their parent’s offices in the middle of the night, stranded together? She recalled having multiple adventures in the large university as they waited for their parents to finish research—and although the two had very different paths of lives and chose different…hobbies, Sage thought of him as a friend and she would not let Sam make him feel uncomfortable just because he wasn’t in the same caliber as the two of them.

”Let’s go.” Sage stated, her tone flat and laced with its usual monotone as she slowly turned her piercing gaze from Sam and to the stair casing that led up to the second floor of the house. If they kept standing around and looking at each other, the food would get cold along with her tea…and Sage couldn’t stand cold tea.

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Location: Frey’s Houseparty
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A smirk crossed the ebony beauty’s face at the slurred words that rolled off of her blonde lover’s tongue. Cinnamon eyes studied the features of Harley’s face, taking in the tint of red hue that crossed over the bridge of her nose and flooded onward to her cheeks. Jessica wasn’t sure what impressed her the most—the fact she was able to stand on her own or that she had the nerves to come so close to curly haired tomboy. With a raised eyebrow and what’s more—a raised hand that held the can of beer that Harley had oh so desired, Jessi took an intimidating step forward, the slither of space that was once between them lost, their lips caressing one another—though Jessi’s tender mouth teased and just as quickly as the two connected, they separated.  Harley would feel her waist being ensnared by  of a slender arm, hoisting her body towards the frame of Jessica’s.  

”I didn’t steal it. You just weren’t holding on to it.” It was an appropriate response though it may throw Harley off for just a moment, depending how she took it. For all she would know, Jessica was simply speaking about her lose grip on the can of fermented malted grain, though if the girl wasn’t too intoxicated she would be able to read between the words if she looked hard enough into the cinnamon orbs that seem to dance with an ignited flame of a challenge.

”You can always fight me for it.” She said as she shook the can from side to side in a teasing manner, her grip on the small waist line tightening in a rather possessive manner. It was obvious that the two were there together and it was no secret or surprise that Jessica was giving her the blonde beauty all of her attention, though for a split second and out of a pure habit to check her surroundings, Jessica looked up and gazed about at the sweaty bodies that were made by the masses of hormonal teenagers and she wasn’t quite sure why she cared who was in the jammed pack crowd or what made her eyes shift to the male who seem to be watching her from afar—what she did know was that her for a single split second—her nerves were rattled but they were quickly placed back in control as her cinnamon orbs met matching ones that smiled at her in such a cocky manner that she was certain that she was simply imaging things.

She should have simply stayed where she was, with Harley—keeping a entrancing hold on the beautiful female. But something wouldn’t let her shake those eyes from her mind—eyes that she had seen various times before.  The protective grip on Harley’s waist drifted away until her arm was back at her side, the arm that held the drink up following shortly.

”Here.” Jessica said in a flat tone, her gaze no longer on her date as she handed her the can that she had been desperately keeping her away from. With both of her hands free, she was able to slip them into the back pockets of her curve fitting jeans.

”I’ll be back, I’ve gotta check something out.” Her entire demeanor had shifted from confident and flirtatious to a side of cautiousness that eluded a deathly air. She didn’t wait to get a response for Harley before she pushed through the masses of people, none seeming to notice the  ebony female making her way to the back exit of the house.

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Location: Frey's House
Status: Following Sage
Thoughts: Tension?

Delilah returned Sage's smile and silently thanked her for taking the boxes of pizza of her hands, it wasn't easy carrying all that food around by herself. After Sam's playful jab at the boy she hadn't seen before, she noticed that Sage's demeanor had changed. She gave Sam a quick death glare before giving a directive to her fellow Gurus and Delilah in her usual intonation. Maybe I'm just imagining things? she mused since Sage seemed to be her usual self. She brushed off the thought and bounded up the stairs behind her chocolate-eyed friend. Mid-way up the stairs, she announced to the others who were still in the same positions if they were coming or not. She turned around to see a certain dark-haired, self-acclaimed heart breaker disappear into the crowd of dancing girls. He sure cleans up nicely! Delilah smirked. "I'll be with you in a bit," she said to Sage as she sauntered down the staircase and disappeared into the crowd.

She finally caught up with Dreck, who was sipping on some Gatorade and surrounded by girls who were dancing sloppily. I see some people waste no time in alcohol consumption. she thought apathetically. Delilah wasn't in any position to talk because she too got like that after a couple of drinks. Delilah was a heavy-weight when it came to drinking, thanks to her Irish heritage but when she did drink she would go way past her threshold and eventually developed an addiction for alcohol. She hadn't touch any liquor for the past few weeks and she had to thank her rehabilitation for that but sometimes she still has that nagging feeling that she's missing out on something. Something that made her feel good. She tapped the boy's shoulder and said loudly enough to be heard over the deafening and obnoxious music, "You know it's rude to not come over and say hello."

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Location: Stuck between a rock and a hard place
Thoughts: 'He's lucky Sage is between us.'
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     Joe knew better than to react to anything Sam was trying to start. That was exactly Sam's known character: always trying to get a rise out of people. Whether it be a laugh to his never ending pathetic jokes, or anger to his 'harmless' bickering. But Joe wasn't going to let Sam have the satisfaction of getting any reaction. Instead, Joe just shrugged his shoulders. He wasn't going to deny the fact that he was staring at Sage. Besides, he wasn't the only one. As he lifted his eyes to scan the room, he saw that other people were staring at Sage as well. Knowing how much she would probably hate this, he guessed that his crush would try and make a quick exit to hide.
     And right he was. But not before coming to Joe's defense with a hairy eyeball. The musician had to bite the side of his cheek to keep from smirking a 'that's right' grin in Sam's direction. Instead, Joe started to follow behind Sage as she climbed the steps to a place more intimate than the party. He hoped that the grotesque music wouldn't be heard from their hiding place. Joe's eyes followed the dress as it sashayed over Sage's thighs and barely missed the new red head quickly changing her direction. He moved out of her direction and watched as she walked towards some guy in the crowd. Joe's eyes had also fallen on two girl's kissing in the middle of the dance floor. His cheeks became a tinted red again as he quickly changed his eye sight. He didn't want Sage to catch him watching two girls kiss. She might mistaken him for a pervert. He brought his blue gaze back to her chocolate one under his fallen hair. He offered her a shy smile. If it wasn't for the time that the two of them had shared before, he might be at a loss for words. But because he knew he was safely in the 'friend zone' he gained the courage to find the ability to speak again. 
      "Wonder who she's talking to. No matter though," Joe nodded towards the pizza boxes. "Do you need any help with that? Wouldn't want you to spill your tea." he quickly added the sentence about her tea so she would be less inclined to decline his offer.

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Location: On the avenue of confused and heartbroken.
Thoughts: 'What. The. Fuck.'
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     Harley's fuzzy mind barely registered the space that Jessi enclosed around them. Yet, her heart did. It pounded in her chest a mile a minute and Harley felt a pressure pound along with it. She couldn't tell what the sudden anxiety was for since she was courageous just a few seconds ago. Her pulse only quickened when she saw plump lips begin to come towards her own. Harley sighed and closed her eyes, letting herself fall into complete submission. But, just as before, Jessi was pulling away just as Harley let herself go. Her striking blue eyes fell towards the ground as an arm was being wrapped around her.
     She wanted to reject the arm, but she felt caged in. Her emotions were spinning in a confused cycle. It felt like every time she let Jessica come close to her, Jessica pulled away. This was exactly the reason Harley put distance between them in the first place. The surfer could barely stand falling off of her surf board. How could she handle falling for someone and then being rejected? She heard Jessi tease her. That's what she always did; tease her. Harley was sick of being teased.
     Her tanned arms had began to reach up towards Jessi's face, ignoring the can of alcohol, when Harley noticed that she had lost her date's attention. Harley's eyes watched as the slender arms fell from her side. And, just as quickly as she had before, Jessi was walking away. Leaving her on the dance floor. Why would she kiss me and then just walk away? the cold slap of rejection had began to sober her up. The last thing Harley wanted to do was become sober. She chugged the rest of the beer down as her eyes watched Jessi approach a man. The alcohol quickly rushed to soften the blow of her senses realizing what she saw. She left me for a guy? What the fuck? Harley's knees started to tremble as her eyes started to tear up. She knew she was sensitive, and was probably misreading the situation. Everyone knew that Jessica was a proud lesbian, that she probably knew the guy or something, but Harley's buzzed mind didn't think these thoughts. It was her heart that was doing the thinking, and her heart felt like it had just been stomped on and flicked off. I thought I could play games. I can't play games anymore. But I'll be damned if she's going to get the last laugh. If she can leave me, I can leave her. Harley's heart is what pushed her to grasp the pale arm of another female. She pulled the girl's body to face hers. Harley barely even caught a glimpse of the female's face as she wrapped her hands around the woman's neck, pulling her face down to meet Harley's. Their lips interlocked together.

And, right before Harley closed her eyes to enjoy a kiss that she would pull away from, she looked out at Jessi. Guilt barely made it's way into her thoughts as she brought her upper lids down, deepening the kiss.

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The thing about her path towards the back of the house—she never made it.  A hand reached out and grabbed her on the shoulder with a rather bone-crushing grip, causing Jessica to lose control of her arm. Whoever grabbed her knew her well enough to know that she always struck with her left arm, and no she couldn’t, not with such a hold on her.

”Ain’t changed a bit. Where you think you goin’ with that on?” The voice came from the person who had the courage—obviously not the brains—to lay a finger on Jessica. The tension in the air should have been thick enough to slice with any blade; instead the mood remained light and even a bit…friendly. Her reaction was to turn around and jump for joy at the sound of such a familiar voice but her cautious nature told her better—she could always be making a mistake and there was no need to build her hopes up just to get crushed.

Slowly, the curly haired beauty grasped the arms on her shoulder with just enough pressure to make the constricted grasp loosen. With the hand still in her grasp, she allowed the rest of her body to turn to face the bold being that was no doubt male by the deep undertone of his voice and the deftness of his grasp.  Cinnamon orbs locked onto a matching set, the two beings standing there in silence as they simply gazed at each other’s physique, drinking in each detail. The silence seemed to be short lived before a usually reserved Jessica Sundano let out squeal of unquestionable joy. She was well aware that she was causing attention to become drawn to her from all sorts of curious eyes—she just didn’t care. Like a little girl that just received a new doll on Christmas morning, Jessica was uncontrollable as she launched her toned figure at the male, wrapping her legs around his waist. She wasn’t worried that he would stumble back or push her away, in fact he embraced her in such a tight hug that she could hear her back popping in response, causing her to be the first one to pull away.

With her hands resting on his chest, she pushed her weight backwards until her feet found the floor once more and looked up at him between the dangling curls that seemed to come lose during her playful assault on the male, a priceless smile on her face.
”What are you doing here? Don’t you know this party is for teenagers?” She chided him with a playful punch on the shoulder that earned her a soft chuckle before her neck was captured a muscular arm.
”Please. These youngins so tipsy they don’t even know what age they are.” Jessica had to agree as she turned her attention to the crowed. The countless students who were on the dance floor were obviously intoxicated beyond belief and if they weren’t then they deserved to be a cast in an award winning film.

”Right…like you’ve never done it. Still, you didn’t answer my question—“
”We heard about moms being sick so I came to check on her.” And there it was-- the truth of the pleasant yet unfortunate visit. His words alone made Jessica’s stomach knot up at the thought of why one of her brothers was present. If he was there for that reason it wouldn’t be long before the other four soon followed—and that spelled nothing but trouble for the Sundano family. Cutting her eyes up at her older sibling, she saw that he kept his gaze steady and straight ahead, giving her time to study him.

Raphael Sundano:

It was funny how even with him just standing beside him, Jessica could feel her brother’s undeniable confidence exuding from every pore of his body. It was a magnet to anyone around him and it wasn’t going unnoticed by the looks he was getting from several female girls who were way out of his league.  One look from Jessica kept them from approaching, but with such a demanding air from the thuggish man, even she couldn’t stop them from looking.

”So. I was gonna ask you to introduce me to that cute girl you were over there with but uh…I think she’s found someone else. I didn’t know grimy chicks were ya style Jessi. Thought I told you about them type of females.”

Oh. Harley. Fuck. Jessica thought to herself as her amber globes scanned the crowd to lock on to her date. It wasn’t that she was trying to escape from Harley—she just simply had to confirm her suspicion about the presence of her sibling who she hadn’t seen in three years, and there was nothing more important than her brothers to Jessica other than her music. As an apology, she could at least let Harley in on who she abandoned her for and there was no reason for the surfer babe to get jealous, since it was a male….and everyone knew that Jessica would never be caught dead with a male.

The joyous smile that graced the beautiful ebony female’s features began to fade in what one would call slow motion. First it started with her eyes when she locked on to Harley, the happiness that once laced her bright eyes fading into a hull of dullness, causing the right corner of her lip to twitch in anger before there was nothing but a hostile stare on her face.

”Jessi.” Her brother called out to her but it was too late for that- for reasoning. Jessica had already placed her hands into her front pockets and her posture went from relaxed and excited to a deadly strut as she forcibly made her way through the crowd,  bumping anyone out of her way with a solid push to the ground. The tension seemed to suffocate the room and although the music was blasting, Jessica heard nothing but the blood pulsating throughout her veins. The bright amber hues that everyone was so accustomed to darkened into a chocolate brown that was laced with an intense gaze. It wasn’t long before the drunken and loose students realized that something was about to go down, for the dancing stopped and so did the laughter. There was absolute silence on the dance floor by the time Jessica was merely inches away from the scene of the two kissing females. With a head tilt to the left and then one to the right, Jessica looked from one girl to the other.

”Jessica!” There he was again, in her ear—trying to be the voice of reason. If she wasn’t in such a solid state of intense rage, she would have turned around and lashed out at her brother and would have asked him where was that reasoning three years ago during the death of their father—but Jessica never aired out her family’s dirty laundry and even in the state of pure fury, she wouldn’t start now. No. For now she would simply vent her frustration out in another way.

”You think. You can play me…” The venom in her voice seeped to each word, emphasis placed on “play” as she took a step closer and withdrew one hand from her pocket, letting it hang leisurely at her side, her fingers twitching. Her instincts were telling her to simply hit and do nothing else—but she was having a hard time doing so—since Delilah Grant was the one who was lip locking with Harley.  The girl wanted in on the Musicians…yet here she was, slobbering over the leader’s date.

”And get away with it?” By now Jessica’s brows had furrowed and the hand that was laid dormant in her pocket balled into a fist. Taking another step closer, she laid a hand on Harley’s shoulder, her grip rather tighter than she intended as she yanked the blonde away from the red head. In all honesty, Jessica’s adrenaline was so high that she had the urge to take both of the girls on without giving it a second thought but for now the mixed beauty had locked her deadly gaze on the red-haired female who had just made her chances of becoming any type of Musician in Kingdom Crest slim to none.

Location: The Party

Thoughts: Oh fuck!

When Dreck turned around he looked happy and somewhat relieved to see her. Was he having a bad time with them? she thought as he led her into a more quiet and secluded room away from most of the party goers. There were still other people here but it was way more spacious here than the main area. "And why wouldn't she?" Delilah raised an eyebrow and folded her arms. "Seems like someone has gotten themselves a bad reputation." she said in a teasing voice with a playful smile on her face. "Maybe you really are a heart-breaker." she shrugged. Ever since Dreck told Delilah that he was a heart-breaker, she had been skeptical. She noticed that he was very flirty but she couldn't imagine him as a heart-breaker. "Well, at least you had good intentions," she smiled. "I forgive you, you're lucky you're cute," she winked. 

"You never told me why --" Delilah began but she felt a hand grab hers and spun her around and before she had any time to react she was in a lip lock with a drunken blonde. She instinctively closed her eyes and allowed her lips to melt into the stranger's own. Delilah wasn't a lesbian or bisexual but for some reason this felt like the best thing to do. She could taste the alcohol on the girl's breath as her tongue invaded Delilah's mouth. The kiss was suddenly interrupted by an angry, piercing female's voice that Delilah knew all too well. The voice belonged to the leader of the musician's and Delilah's suspicion was confirmed when the girl was yanked away from her and she came face to face with Jessica. Oh fuck! was all Delilah could've thought of as she realized what had just transpired.

Delilah had just voluntarily kissed the head of the musicians girlfriend. Jessica was seething and Delilah knew that any chances of her joining the musicians were disregarded. Oh my God. she thought in wide-eyed horror. No words could come out of her mouth, her breath laced with small traces of alcohol from Harley's lips. Delilah wasn't even sure that she would make it out of the party alive. Delilah wasn't even sure why she did it, she was nowhere near intoxicated nor was she interested in girls. She looked at Dreck with pleading eyes and silently begged him to help her. She had no idea how she got into this mess or how she was going to get out. She was at a loss for words and didn't dare utter any. She didn't wish to further infuriate Jessica.

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Home
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Swanky establishment? Kevyn raised a sharp eyebrow in Samuel's direction. "This is my house. Where else would I be?" There was no way in Zelda's earrings that she would leave her house because of some dumb senior party. It was stupid. The front door opened and Kevyn looked over to see Delilah come over with a pizza boz in hand. Onstead of rushing to hug Delilah, Kevyn rushed over to the pizza box and started to coo at it. "Who's a good pizza? You are, you are." Realizing that this was not her room and was instead a living room full of people, Kevyn stopped cooing at the food and focused on anything other than what Delilah had in her hands. 

Sage had taken away the food and drinks and proceeded upstairs to Kevyn's room. However, the redhead had sprinted up far ahead of Sage and Joe (who had come to help carry the items). Her room wasn't the cleanest, but she did need to make a bit of room. On her door was a sign that was written 'DO NOT COME INSIDE OR ELSE PATRONUS RESISTANT DEMENTORS WILL ATTACK,' in dark blue ink. Opening the door, Kevyn neatened up the area, smoothing out the gaming posters and moving around unnessacary cables. She put her XBOX into its cabinet, doing the same for all the other game systems in the room as well. Her walk in closet was open, and would stay open, considering the fact that the mini fridge was in there. 

Piles of sneakers and clothing were scattered around the room, but Kevyn threw them into the hamper so that they would not clutter the room anymore. Placing the hamper in the corner of the room, Kevyn ran around the room organizing like no tomorrow. It only took forty five seconds to finish tidying up, and it looked real good.

Her room:

Lying on her bed, Kevyn took out a magazine and began to read, waiting for the others. Little did she know about the drama going on downstairs.

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Freyjakiu grinned, only Luna could make her feel a bit better in these situations. "Hot is not me. I'm average." She shrugged, modesty got you far, pride lasted a day or two. "Although, they aren't worth me impressing, I'll tell you that." The group she was speaking to consisted of wannabees of the badasses or just wannabees in general. She hated it when people buttered her up to get their rep up, especially when they claimed to be friends with her to the general school public. A case like that happened at her old school, and when Frey had disproved the statement, the kid who claimed having a relation with her was exiled from the student body. 

Raising an eyebrow at the stimulant conversation comment, Freyjakiu wondered what a stimulant conversation was. Was it a chat with friends? Or a chat about common interests? She didn't care as long as it didn't consist of multiple compliments and praises. Luna was right, the group didn't understand what a stimulating conversation was, and neither did many people. As for being 'the shit,' Frey shook her head slowly. There was no way in hell that she was oh so famous. As soon as the party was over, it would be a week of compliments and then it would all simmer down to regular heat. "I'm not popular, I'm simple. People want to use me for networking, that's what I think." After all, she didn't know everyone, but she knew everyone of importance. Get in with Frey, you get in with many other people.

She looked around at the intoxicated idiots and sighed, why did she bring alcohol? Rubbing her temple, Frey groaned as she leaned back on the kitchen counter. "I doubt they'd be sober enough to open a door when they start going at it." It was true, some couples had given up on opening the doors and made out in the halls instead. What really got to Frey, was that she'd have to clean up the mess when it was all over. "Along with that, I'll be cleaning puke and other body fluids until morning."

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 Location: Frey's party

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Eyree slowly made the rounds of the party, quietly observing for the most part. At every party she had attended while in the United States the dynamic of things had never ceased to amuse her. First there were the girls who were so desperate for some sort of approval from not only their gender but also the "mysterious other sex". They dressed themselves up in what was practically strips of cloth held together by questionable stitched seams to attract the attentions of the males gathered while chugging beer in hopes that they would work up the courage to approach those girls they idolized from afar, seeking silent acknowledgement from both. And so, parties consisted of scantily dressed girls sloppily grinding with equally sloppy boys who were there to take advantage of all the insecurities that all the alcohol brought to the surface while all quietly sizing each other up. It was dizzying really. 

Soon, Eyree was coerced into the living room where all the drunken (and not so drunken) grinding was occurring, perfectly in rhythm with the throbbing bass of whatever bass-heavy rap song was playing. She twisted and gyrated, a carefree smirk turning her plush pink lips, the feel of hot hands on her leather-clad hips and thighs and the steady pounding of the music beneath her feet making it easy to fall into a rhythm. She twirled and spun her way through a handful of partners slowly removing herself from the dance floor. Her oceanic gaze briefly scanned the crowd, taking stock of all those present. Her eyes alighted only momentarily on a head of perfect curls that she was rather fond of. Perhaps she'd run into him later. She grinned at the thought, spinning into the next room where she was dragged into a game of beer pong with none other than Nathan Hoss, one of Kingdom Crest's varsity basketball players. 

It was there that Asher found her. She glanced up from the game to flash him a glimpse of white teeth. "Well, hello to you, too, Asher," she drawled. "Give me a moment. I'm finishing up." Taking careful aim, she bounced the ball on the table. The little white ball leaped into the final cup and the crowd that had gathered around them erupted into cheers. Eyree herself pumped the air and jumped in victory, the tiny golden discs in her long, tapered braid jingling musically above the din. She smirked as the giant blonde boy grimaced and dutifully knocked back the beer in his cup. "Hah! I would've thought you'd have been a better opponent, Hoss. You have been playing with balls all your life," she taunted, throwing him a lewd little wink. She focused her startling blue gaze on Asher. "Now, where were we?" Eyree steered them into the kitchen, indicating the several bottles of vodka that she had brought. She was surprised to see that not much had been used, considering how inebriated this crowd of people was. Taking a few small cups, she poured a little bit of the vodka into each cup and then topped off her own drink, adding a splash of the soda on the table to her drink. "You're behind," she declared, thrusting the cups in his direction. She smirked over her own cup. "I've had five in the past hour alone. Take your time, Asher," she finished with a conspiratorial wink.

Suddenly, all the noise of only a moment before seemed to be sucked into one room. Everyone seemed to be gravitating towards that area and Eyree, ever the curious one, fixated her attentions there. Motioning with her head, she told Asher, "C'mon. Let's go see what's up. We can drink on the way." She picked up and cradled a fifth of vodka and with her tiny bare feet padded her way to the other room. The sight before her brought back unpleasant memories. She couldn't surmise precisely what had happened, but all three of the girls somehow in the middle of this did not look happy. They were all showing varying degrees of guilt and pure fury. She quickly recognized Harley and her insides tightened in anxiety for her friend. Oh no, Harley, what did you get yourself into, she fretted silently. The other girl she identified as Jessica Sundano and, even from way back on the fringes of the crowd, Eyree could feel the waves of roiling fury rolling from her, practically knocking her backwards with the strength of it. And the crowd gathered was positively drunk on the idea of some horrendous fight breaking out. They cheered and goaded from the sidelines, a raucous cry of "Fight! Fight!" to be heard over the still-blaring music.

The constant little smirk that was always known to grace Eyree's angled face was completely gone, her dark violet eyebrows knit together in consternation, her azure stare darkening and her lips caught somewhere between a grimace and a frown. The Sutherland girl was known for her lighthearted, carefree sort of attitude; but that girl was not present now. In her mind's eye, she thought back to that night, only five years ago, on the streets of Mexico. She could hear the taunts and jeers of the men who were set on making her suffer. She could feel their heavy boots colliding with her body, the crunch of her own bones breaking deafening in her already pounding ears. She could see them, standing in a circle around her, each one taking their turn to kick and beat the little girl with the funny gold skin and bright eyes that had dared talk back to them, enjoying the snapping and cracking each new blow brought. It was a symphony to them. Her blood smeared the streets, roaring in her ears, her head dizzy. Eyree didn't know whether to try to protect her stomach or her face, shouting every single word for "stop" that she knew in Spanish. There was the glint of metal in the silvery moonlight, a flash on the edge of her blackening vision, and then-

The crash of some household object was too sickeningly familiar to the gunshot that sounded in her own head. Her body ached and throbbed with the phantom memories of the pain inflicted on her that night. Eyree's shoulder burned at the memory and she felt her insides clench painfully. She didn't have someone to break up the fight that had damaged her the way it had. No one had come to her rescue until after she had been left for dead. She couldn't even blink at the sight before her; the room suddenly felt too hot, too crowded, the stink of alcohol and hormones choking her. With a fearsome grimace turning her lips and a steely expression to her eyes, she thrust the bottle of vodka into Asher's arms. Without even looking at him, she said, her voice strained, "You win. See you later." Eyree turned on her heel and pushed her way through the crush of bodies surrounding her, bursting out the front door in a panic. Her blood still roared in her ears and her insides still turned. She glanced around the dark streets. Where could she go? Nowhere seemed far enough from the memories that haunted and plagued her.

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      Harley could feel the girl she was kissing relax into her kiss. It almost made her want to burst out laughing. It was invirograting for her to feel like the one in control. Her last kiss had made her the vulnerable one; the one who accepted kisses when given, the one who was taken care of first. To feel her actions do the same to another gave her an entirely new perspective on Jessi's attitude.
      "Jessica!" 
      Harley heard a male voice call. The tone had called Jessica's name with such urgency and warning that it made Harley break the kiss and turn to see what the commotion was about. It was at this time that Harley came face to face with a panther. Wait...not a panther; Jessi. Harley's influenced mind let a comedic daydream slip through in a matter of seconds. She imagined the curls on Jessi's hair standing up in a fit in rage; she surprisingly resembled Medusa in a sense. And although the situation was anything but funny, a small smile played on Harley's lips as she tried to keep from laughing. In the back of her mind, she knew that danger was lurking. The Musician leader never lost her cool, especially in public.

 Harley barely heard the words that Jessi spewed because she was so focused on staring at her clenched fists. She was amazed at how the over worked fingers still seemed to have the appearance of silk. Not that Harley ever felt the fingers intertwined with her own, Jessi was too withdrawn and reserved to do anything that resembled intimancy. You can't just kick me around like a dog and expect me to always wait for you. she thought as she looked into the girl's now darkened eyes. I just proved that I can find it somewhere else. That's all I wanted to do; I wanted to prove to you that I'm not another girl who will follow you around like a puppy. So don't come here and pretend that you're hurt when I'm the one that's been hurting all along.
      Harley wished she could find the courage to say these words aloud. But her tongue felt like glue in the back of her throat. She was realizing the big scene that she had just started, and the emotions of the other's involved. Her now softened gaze traveled over to the girl she had kissed before. It was Delilah, a quirky redhead who was known to never hurt even a fly. Now the redhead looked terrified. Harley was so focused on her own selfish intentions that she didn't even consider the outcome of her actions. Shame is what caused her to immediately sober up.

She flinched when she felt Jessi's hand land on her shoulder and pull her away from Delilah with force. It wasn't the pull that hurt her; it was the softness from the pull that laid hidden underneather the anger that did. Even when Harley spat in Jessi's face, she still had the control to not leave even a bruise. Tears had started to sting her eyes as she opened her mouth to apologize, but she was cut off by Carmen throwing herself into the scene.
    

Harley could do nothing but feel the lash of every word Carmen had said about her. She knew she was acting like a druken whore and deserved to be called that, but this girl knew nothing about the relationship that Jessi and her had. If Jessica was so 'interested' in Harley more than any other girl, why did she leave her stranded on the dance floor to talk to some guy?
     

After she admitted to herself that she had done wrong, she realized she wasn't the only one who was wrong. She waited until a boy, whom Harley did not notice until he started speaking, finished what he was saying to finally speak.
    

 "I'll admit I'm acting like a whore," she brought the word 'whore' out to signify that she understood what she did was wrong. "And I'm sorry I got Delilah involved. But I do not regret what I did. She," Harley pointed her shaking finger out towards Jessi, "left me for someone else, so I decided to do the same. I'm not some lap dog who is just going to wait around and whimper if you leave me. Especially if you leave me for...for...for one, you abandoned me without telling me anything. And for two, you abandoned me for some guy." Harley spit the last word out like it sickened her to say. "I'm not going to be what the Burner said I was. I'm not going to be your shadow."
     Harley steeled herself for the outcome of what she said would bring.

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It was one thing to have Carmen to come over in front of Jessica and try to reason with her. Out of all of the females in the school, Jessica took a liking to the strikingly pretty brunette and found to trust her enough to open up about her past life, and her child-like dreams of succeeding in music. That was the only reason that an anger filled gaze switch from the red-head in her sights to meet the olive-green hues of her friend.  And Carmen’s words seem to work for the moment, Jessica’s intense gaze began to soften as she heard that the little ginger girl had nothing to do with it at all, she was just a ploy in the whole matter.

This still didn’t cause the restless twitching in Jessica’s hands to discontinue—she wanted to hit something, anything and it was taking all of her control not to turn her gaze back to Delilah and wrap her slender digits around her neck and watch as the shy girl struggled to catch her breath.  But even in her fit of rage, Jessica would never put her hands on a female unintentionally, without a real purpose.  Parting her lush lips, she was about to speak—about to tell Delilah to run along with he stepped in front of her as if he had the right to open his mouth. What was he even doing? Trying to tell Jessica to duke it out in a ring? Her mouth closed and her lips pursed together. Ignited fire lit into her amber orbs as she let her gaze rest on the Harlot male. Jessica never took the time to talk to him, or even ask him his name before, for the simple fact she could care less about who he was or what he chose to stick his dick into so why was he standing in front of her as if he had some say in the manner?

”Jessi.” There it was again! That voice of reasoning that always kept her from doing things she would later regret. Why couldn’t it just go away? Her jawline evident by the way she grounded her teeth together from allowing her fist to connect with the face of the male in front of her. He wasn’t her target but if he didn’t move in the next few seconds, she would show him why she didn’t put her hands on the fragile wannabe musician.

”C’mon now. Do you really wanna catch a charge?”Her brother was siding with Carmen—a smart thing to do, two people she trusted giving her forewarning was enough to make the raging cloud of anger that was covering her usual level-headed thinking, vanish.  Placing her twitching fingers back into their proper place in her pants pocket, she finally looked over to the surfer she had considered her date when she began talking, the look in the cinnamon globes of the curly haired vixen being nothing but pure disgust. It was one thing to lip lock with another girl just to get someone upset or jealous, but it was another to drag an innocent person into a web of drama and deceit.

Just as she finished saying her useless words, deep chuckle came from behind Jessica, from the male she had supposedly left the blonde for. His laughter alone made Jessica’s right corner of her lip twitch into a mixture of a sneer. Everyone knew Jessica’s motto about men “I’m allergic to dicks”. She had said it countless times, whether it was to a male who had big enough balls to ask her out, or to a female who asked her to even approach a guy for their own sake.  Her eyes never left the sea blue eyes that she had once found to be mesmerizing as she took a step towards Harley.  It would seem as if she was going to say something, anything to put the blonde in her place, instead she tossed one final gaze at the sobering blonde before letting her eyes look straight ahead as if her existence was irrelevant before sliding one hand from her pocket and giving a backwards wave to Carmen and the rest of the anxiously awaiting crowd who groaned sadly when they realized they wouldn’t witness the attractive tomboy pummeling anyone’s face.

”Your right, Carmen-cakes. Sluts aren’t worth it. Especially one who thinks I’m into incest. Oh. Meet Raphael, my brother.”

As if on cue, the tall, dark, and gorgeous male gave a striking smile to Carmen and a nod of his head as he maneuvered through the masses of sweaty teenagers, only stopping at Harley to give a slight sympathy shrug of his shoulders—he felt bad for the girl, she just let her ignorance lose the best thing that could have possibly happened to her.
”Nice to meet ya.” He said before continuing his trek behind his younger sister, both of the siblings leaving their immense presence behind as the sound of the front door closed on both the party and the blooming relationship between the Surfer and the Violinist. [/i]