Chapter 2:
Happiness isn't on the menu
Bailene walked through the crowd and greeted some who weren't a least bit distracted by other conversations. People were dressed in every color imaginable to the human eye.
"Jesus," thought Bailene as she watched Megan Fogowa stuff her face in the world's famous caviar dish her parents had gotten.
"Darling how nice of you to join us," Bailene's mother greeted as she presented her daughter to the President of India and his wife.
"Hello," she greeted nicely to them both as she quickly slipped off from their presence.
"They never notice us leave do they," said Grant from behind giving her a sudden fright. Bailene gave him a sweet smile, grabbed his scotch from his hand, and drowned it in a steady gulp. Grant laughed as she placed the empty glass at a nearby table and returned to his side.
"Hi Grant," she said now a bit drunken in her thoughts. He gave her his sweetest and most desirable smile that any girl would melt to, if lucky to see. This made Bailene feel somewhat special to but not a least bit worried to his actions of appreciation or flirtation.
"Bailene you are but the life of the party… always," he replied taking her hand and walking towards the dance floor. Bailene gave him a smirk and wrapped her arms around him as he pulled her into a slow, romantic dance.
"Don't look now, but your brother won't keep his eyes off of us," Grant informed her as she placed her head on his chest. Bailene sighed and opened her eyes to see her brother shake his head in disapproval. She gave him a cold-stare and continued to dance with Grant. "When will he learn to keep from my business," she thought. Then a brilliant idea popped into her head as she quickly indulged herself to the taste of Grant's lips. The sun dropped lower rapidly over the horizon turning the party to a midnight event of wonders. She then suddenly pulled away from their steamy kiss and left Grant speechless in the darkness as she would always leave anyone after an encounter.
Bailene walked fast through the crowd trying not to get her dress caught on someone. She could feel someone follow her and she didn't want to know whom this night. When suddenly she felt a sharp grip on her wrist and she was twisted around sharply.
"What the hell was that?" asked her brother, not understanding her problem. Bailene gave him a smile and quickly broke free from his grip and made a run towards the front gate. She looked around for a car available but all where stored away in a private valet parking. Bailene turned her head around as she heard footsteps against the gravel ground and the sound of her name grow louder. "Shit," she thought as she ran past the guards and out towards the open streets to the fabulous LA Beverly Hills homes.
"Bailene need a ride?" asked Caitlyn her BBF from her new BMW noticing her distressed look. Bailene opened the passenger door and climbed in when she noticed her brother run after her in anger.
"Go!" she demanded to Caitlyn, who stepped on the ignition and zoomed off before her brother could stop them. Bailene let out a sigh and began to look around the glove compartment for a cigarette box.
"I was about to stop by, but I guess we could start a party of our own," said Caitlyn opening the windows to let the smoke out from Bailene's cigarette.
"My brother won't stop until I'm locked away in a tower from the reach of everyone," explained Bailene taking in a puff and then handing it to Caitlyn.
"You're his baby sister, it's his nature to protect you. Then again you are a threat to boys aren't you?" joked Caitlyn going faster past a red light while twirling the cigarette in one hand.
"I hear James is having an after party right now." Bailene shoot a look to her best friend since Pre-K, Caitlyn replied by giving her an expression that read what.
"Come on it will be fun, he knows how to throw a party. Plus, I hear his warm for your form, he really wants to get in your pants, as well as the other hundreds of guys in Los Angeles," joked Caitlyn making a sharp turn around the gated community that held the Brentwood household.
"Are you even allowed to drive? He just having a faze it will pass by," confessed Bailene feeling guilty for leaving poor Grant alone. Grant had been a close friend at some point, but her stupidity had almost cost her, her virginity. Well mostly every boy had always had an interest on her virgin face and as well her soul. James on the other hand was a self-indulged asshole who only cared for sex from a different person each night.
"Come on B, it will make your stomach churn when you see Mr. Coste there," replied Caitlyn snapping Bailene back to reality.
"Alan will be there?" she thought with the other millions of names she dreaded to remember except his. Alan Coste was as if prince charming meets James Bonds in LA somewhat. He was on everyone's mind even if he wasn't on theirs, and yet he wasn't hooked on Bailene like every boy. Well mostly because he never had a chance to look and talk to her intensely.
"We're here and remember use condoms," Caitlyn sarcastically replied handing her keys to the butler for safekeeping. Bailene shoved her to a side and walked in causing a scene, as she would never purposely do.
"Miss. Bellamont and Miss. Nanette, what a pleasure to have you in my presence in one of my many estates," greeted James wrapping his arms around Bailene. She felt uncomfortable with him on her but she didn't show it for most of the time. Living in this world nothing is ever how you wish it would be some never really know how to strain on the rains to find the true meaning of happiness. Bailene, Caitlyn, James, Pandora, Troy, Grant, and Alan should all know how it feels as well as others before them. Never the least to say they were never from arms reach from it.