Chapter 1
AUTHORS NOTE:
This is a continuation of The Night is Young which is a sequel of The Night Never Dies. So in a sense, it's the sequel, to the sequel, haha.
You can read it without reading each story if you would like, but it would probably make more sense if you have read The Night Never Dies and also The Night is Young.
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I know not every question is answered at first like how (or why) they broke up, but it will of course be explained!
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"This hotel is amazing," Blake Belladonna chimed, walking into her hotel room for the next five days. The room was indeed amazing. It was rather large with a full kitchen, a living room with a giant flat screen TV with a gaming system and surround-sound, and its own private balcony with an outside room that housed a small pool and hot-tub.
The hotel room had four bedrooms, each on the corners of the room. All four rooms had king sized beds, flat screen TVs, and a full master bathroom. The hotel room was more than perfect, and considering it was a five-star hotel, it should have been nothing less.
"Dude, your dad is the man for owning hotels in Florida," Sun Wukong, Blake's best friend, called out to the guy walking in the door behind of him. "I know," Neptune Vasillias replied, grinning from ear to ear. Reese Chloris walked in behind of Neptune, "NV, I cannot believe your dad got us this room for free!"
Blake walked in her assigned room and placed her bags on the soft white carpet. Her rich Amber eyes scanned the room as she squealed and jumped on the bed king sized bed. The sheets were also white and very soft. They even smelt good, like they had just come out of the washer.
It had been a long day spent traveling on planes and in cars and Blake was thrilled to finally be in her hotel room in Moonrise Beach. It was spring break and the brunette and all of her friends had been stoked to fly down to Mistral and get away from school for a full week.
Blake loved her Haven University and she loved Mistral and all it had to offer, but she was ready to take a break from her studies and do nothing but focus on her bathing suit choice of the day, how many beers she was about to digest, and what girl she was going to bring back to her hotel room.
"Blakey! Come on! We're taking a shot!"
Blake groaned, "it's 10:45 and we just got here. Can't we just call it a night?" Reese walked through Blake's door, "come on, Blakey. Don't you want to go explore tonight?" Blake propped her head on her hand, "yes, I do.. the back of my eyelids."
Reese laughed and grabbed Blake's hand, "come on." Blake let out another groan as she allowed Reese to pull her through the hotel room to the kitchen. When the two girls got there, Sun handed them both a shot glass filled with dark liquor, "to us having a wonderful spring break here at this beautiful beach with our beautiful best friends!"
Blake playfully rolled her eyes and smiled as she clinked her small glass with her three other friends. The brunette took the liquid back, it sliding down and burning her throat. Blake put the empty shot glass down on the marble counter and grabbed her phone out of her back pocket.
She had a few texts from a few girls that texted her saying that they missed her and she better had not hook up with anyone else while being away during spring break. Blake silently laughed in her head, right.
"Fuck, Weiss."
Weiss Schnee fell back against the bed, her naked body exhausted from what it just went through. She felt a strong hand wrap around her waist. "You are so perfect," the deep voice mumbled, sounding just as out of breath and tired as she was.
Weiss turned to face the guy she just climbed off of, "well that was a pretty good start off to spring break." The guy chuckled, "any time with you is a good time." He brought his lips to hers and Weiss pulled back after a second.
The guy looked at Weiss with a bit of confusion, "is everything okay?" Weiss leaned over the hotel bed and grabbed the Vodka bottle sitting on the counter and took a big swig, "yep, everything is fine."
The white-haired licked her lips and sat up, "I'm going make to my room now." The guy frowned, "you're not staying the night?" Weiss climbed out of the bed and bent down to throw on her clothes that were just peeled off of her body not even thirty minutes ago, "I need to go back to my room. My friend is waiting on me."
The guy sat up, "Weiss, you're drunk. Are you sure you don't want to just sleep it off here? I can cook you breakfast in the morning, just like how you like." The heiress slipped on her heels and grabbed her purse, "I'm just walking in the same hotel, I'm fine."
Weiss brushed off her dress and ran her hands through her hair, trying to make sure she didn't have that "just fucked" look. Especially while she was drunk. "Okay.." the guy in the bed replied, sounding disappointed.
"Adam, don't," Weiss stated. She could hear the upset tone in his voice and she didn't want to deal with that tonight. Adam brought his dark eyes back up to Weiss', "I just don't understand you sometimes. Half the time you act like I mean something, and the other half, it's just like you're not even here. You're here but your mind is somewhere else."
Weiss sighed, "we'll talk about it later."
"It's always later with you, Weiss," Adam replied.
Weiss grabbed the Vodka bottle and looked at Adam, her blue eyes glossy from the liquor, "I'll make it up to you, I promise."
Her voice was raspy and seductive, and no one could say no to that. Adam nodded, "alright. Text me when you get back safely to your room. Moonrise Beach has crazy college kids around spring break." Weiss blew a kiss and winked before stumbling out of Adam's hotel room.
Weiss had done this frequently the past few weeks. She'd get drunk and call Adam so she could get him to come over and she would seduce him to bed and end up having sex with him. But after the sex, she would just drunkenly leave even though he always asked her to stay.
Weiss didn't exactly know what it what, or why she was doing it, but it was almost as if she needed to be drunk while having sex with him. It would help her get what she wanted by getting her fix and get through the process of that faster.
Making her way back up the elevator to her room and slid her key in to open the door. Weiss stumbled through the door to find Coco leaning against the kitchen counter, looking back at her.
Weiss took another sip of her Vodka bottle and slowly put it down on the counter, knowing that was probably going to be her last sip for the night. "Weiss?! Seriously?! It's our first night here and you're already piss drunk?"
Coco walked towards Weiss and wrapped one arm around her waist, supporting Weiss' drunken body, "come on. Let's get you to your room. And please try not to throw up on the carpet. This hotel room is worth more than some people's yearly salaries."
Weiss allowed Coco to help her walk to the bathroom. Coco was getting too used to taking care of a intoxicated Weiss. Even though Coco understood why Weiss was getting wasted some nights, Coco didn't like it. She didn't like seeing Weiss so venerable.
Coco did the normal routine she had gone through with Weiss the past few weeks. She ran a shower, got Weiss undressed and washed, and finally prepared for bed.
Coco pulled back the silk covers for Weiss, helping her to slid under the sheets. Weiss squirmed under the silk, getting comfortable and settled into bed.
"I hate that you do this to yourself, Weiss," Coco softly commented, running her fingers through Weiss' damp hair.
"I just miss her, C," the younger one replied, her voice shaky and slurred. Weiss didn't even look up at Coco. Her eyes stayed low and focused on the bed sheets in front of her.
Coco sighed, "I know, Weiss. I know." The older one leaned down and pressed a kiss on the top of Weiss' damp head, "try to get some sleep, okay? We'll talk about this in the morning."
Weiss nodded slowly and Coco cut off the lamp in Weiss' room, leaving her to fall asleep.
Blake sat at the bar with a girl named Peyton that she had just met ten minutes ago while accidentally bumping into her while they were walking past each other on the dance floor.
The contact made Peyton spill her drink all over her own shirt and Blake felt bad, so she offered to at least buy her another.
"So you're seriously a lesbian? Like you're not kidding?" Peyton asked, fascinated. Blake laughed and nodded, "yes indeed, a lesbian in a flesh. Watch out, it's rare." Peyton returned a laugh, "I didn't mean it like that. I'm just so surprised. You're so…"
Peyton stopped, trying to pick her words carefully. Blake slipped another laugh, "go ahead, say it. I'm 'too pretty' to be a lesbian, right?"
Peyton hung her head in shame, "that's what I was going to say, but that would imply that lesbians are not pretty and that in fact not true." Blake smiled and took another sip of her drink, "well thank you, I appreciate the compliment."
Peyton shifted in her seat, "you know, I've made out with a girl before." Blake chuckled and coughed on her drink, "is that so?"
Peyton flipped back her dirty blonde hair, "it's true. I even gave her a bit of tongue."
Blake bellowed a laugh, "well aren't you just a little badass? You might be more lesbian than I am." Peyton's hazel eyes shined, "you never know."
Blake's lips curved into a smirk and Peyton couldn't hold back her mischievous smirk as well. Blake was a pro at girls. She knew exactly what they liked, what they liked to hear, and how they liked to be treated.
In the past the brunette was completely against flirting with any straight girl, but after her previous break up, Blake rebounded from anything she could get her hands on, and there were a lot of straight girls who had fantasies of Blake.
Blake told herself countless times that she still wasn't rebounding. That she was just back to her ways of not caring and once again holding the infamous title of "Player Blake" that her friends had dabbed her with back in high school, but Blake knew in the back of her head, every girl she flirted with or kissed or touched was just another hope and wish that it would be the girl to help her forget about a certain heiress in particular.
Blake felt Peyton's hand grab hers and pull her off of the stool at the bar and across the club. Peyton led Blake through the swarms of drunken college students who were here for the same reason as she was.
Peyton tugged Blake inside of a bathroom and pushed her into a stall. Peyton quickly pressed her lips against Blake's and Blake instinctively put her hands on Peyton's waist. Peyton wrapped her arms around of Blake's neck and pressed her body closer against Blake's.
The black-haired moved her lips against Peyton's, tasting the alcohol on her lips. Peyton brought her mouth up to Blake's ear, "I've always wanted to hook up in a bathroom stall."
Blake instantly pulled off Peyton, unable to keep going.
Peyton looked at Blake with a puzzled expression, "what's wrong?"
Blake shook her head, "nothing, I just need to go." Blake opened the bathroom stall and quickly walked out, Peyton following behind of her.
"Blake?! What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" Peyton asked, her voice full of confusion. Blake turned to face Peyton, "it's not you, I just really need to go. I uh, I forgot I was supposed to meet my friends a few minutes ago back at my hotel."
Peyton crossed her arms and sighed. Blake could tell that Peyton was upset and even sad that Blake had stopped their very brief encounter. The brunette did start to feel a bit of sympathy for the dirty blonde. Blake didn't want to hurt her feelings, even though she didn't usually care about most girls, Peyton seemed pretty cool to Blake.
Blake leaned to Peyton's ear and softly grabbed her hand, "you're a great kisser, I promise, it's not you." When Blake leaned back she saw Peyton smiling, her eyes beaming. Blake knew that look all too well. It was a look that girls had given the brunette when they were really starting to fall for her. Blake felt a rush of guilt flood through her. She had no intentions on actually being anything with Peyton. Peyton was just yet another girl caught up in the charm of Player Blake.
"I have to go," Blake stated. Peyton's smile faded again, "call me?" Blake knew she couldn't lead this girl on. Peyton really did seem like a good girl. "I'm afraid that's not a good idea," Blake replied, "I'm sorry, but I really need to leave."
Before Peyton could respond, Blake turned and walked away. This time Peyton didn't follow her and Blake was glad. She needed to not only get away from Peyton, but from the bathroom stall because being locked back in that small, crowded environment made Blake feel uneasy as the thoughts of a pair of icy blue eyes, soft ivory curls, and the sexiest moans she had ever heard haunted her heart and mind.