Chapter 1 : Back to Reality

Flashback

'Do you want to hang out with me more often or not?' Aubrey asked Peyton while watching her pick out new clothes. Her voice was filled with such seriousness, it sounded as if she were asking a life or death question. Peyton hesitated. Having to choose between popularity and all the 'perks' that came with it or me…her bestfriend was difficult for Peyton, I suppose.

'Look.' Aubrey continued. 'I know you're still thinking about Brocksby, but trust me…leavingher will do you a whole lot of good.' A smirked spread across her caked face. How I wish I was there to slap it off.

'Alright then.' Peyton sighed. Aubrey grinned widely.

And can I just add; Aubrey's whore-converting skills have improved immensely with the help of Peyton Dathford over the past year. There are mini-them 's running around everywhere.

'Great then. Now let's hurry up and pay for that blouse. I heard that there's new lingerie on the racks at Victoria's Secret and I want to get my hands on some. Maybe you should too. You know…for Will.' Aubrey winked at Peyton and dragged her to the cashier.


Present
Peyton searched rack after rack for the perfect bikini to wear to the bonfire Cillian was hosting down at the beach.

'Does this shout out : sexy, sassy BUT classy to you? ' Peyton turned her attention to Aubrey as she held the hanger up to her chest.

'Hun, I don't know why you're having such a difficult time choosing. We're been here for four hours and all we've bought are my bikini, frozen yogurt, and your Manolo Blahniks.'

'I know, I know. I just want to wow William this weekend. He's been in Cuba with Tegan for a week and 4 days. This girl, can get lonely.' Peyton looked at Aubrey and giggled as they continued looking for a new bathing suit for Peyton to wear on the long weekend.

'This is perfect.' Aubrey held up a black two piece with gold chains for straps and a belt. 'Now try it on, pay for it, and let's get out of here. I've got a date with Cill at 6 :30 and it is currently…5 :45. That leaves me with only 45 minutes to get ready and you, Miss Dathford are helping me!'

Peyton paid quite the amount of money for her swimsuit and dashed out of the mall with Aubrey metres ahead.

The two finally got to Aubrey's car in the parking lot, panting from the long run.

'Aubrey…just because you have a date with Vanderpoole tonight, doesn't mean you're allowed to go all mega-soccer star on my ass. You make me look bad.' Peyton slouched in her seat with a frown on her face.

'Ew. Don't remind me please. Oh and, terrible posture. And take that frown off your face, you'll get wrinkles.' Aubrey grimaced.

Peyton laughed at her friend. 'So have you though about what you're going to wear yet?'

'I've thought of many things Pey. That's why I need your help, I can't decide.' Aubrey sighed.

Aubrey and Cillian had been going out since Grade 8. Cillian's such a playah-playah pimp, I have no idea what Aubrey sees in him…besides his gorgeous face, his perfect body and his money. Not that Aubrey doesn't have enough of that.

Peyton and Aubrey arrived at the Tudor residence, only to be greeted by David Tudor and one of the maids.

'Good afternoon Mr. Tudor.'
'Hey Daddy.'
The two smiled.

'Hello girls! Madeleine could you get me a glass of water, I'm feeling quite parched. Oh, and while you're at it get Miss Dathford a can of Arizona. Lord knows how much she loves it.' Mr. Tudor ordered.

'Yes sir.' The young girl squeaked. She couldn't be any older than 16.

Peyton sat on Aubrey's bed as Aubrey threw open the doors of her walk-in closet; downing her iced tea.

'Well I have this, but I wore it 2 weeks ago. And…I was thinking this, but like I don't think it flatters my body as much.'

After 15 minutes of listening to Aubrey go on about possible choices for outfits, Peyton pushed her aside and rummaged through the closet and picked out a green, low-cut dress that fit nicely around her body.
'OKAY! Now shoo before Cillian comes.' Aubrey pushed Peyton out of her bedroom and started to get changed. 'THANK YOU!' Peyton laughed her way out the front door and through the front gates.

Ding Dong'Oh crap, he's here.' Aubrey struggled to put on her shoes. 'MARGRET! Get the door!'

'Ugh. It's MADDY.' Madeleine put the soapy dishes down and went to answer the door. Standing there was a extremely handsome male with the loveliest shade of honey for eyes.

'Why hello there.' Cillian smirked and walked into the house. 'I don't think we've ever met before. I'm Cillian Vanderpoole.'

'Not interested.' Maddy faked a smile, and led him to the Great Room.

'Now, now. That's no way a good maid, like yourself should talk to a great man, like me.' Cillian walked towards Maddy. Walking backwards Madeleine eventually hit a wall. Cillian pressed his body against hers. 'I like 'em feisty.' He breathed into her ear. She shuddered.

'Get off of him you whore!' Aubrey ran down the stairs as Cillian backed away. 'I don't pay you to seduce my boyfriend.'

'But he…' Maddy stuttered.

'I want none of it! Let's go Cillian before she tries anything else.'

Aubrey walked out the door hand-in-hand with Cillian. The smug expression on his face made Madeliene want to hurl.