The Girl: Massie Block
The Getup: Silver silk Vivienne Westwood Anglomania 'Dione' top, normal wash 'Breathless' low rise MiH skinny jeans, white K Jacques St. Tropez 'Valerie' T-bar leather sandals, cream Balenciaga bag, soft green willow front tuck jacket
The Girl: Claire Lyons
The Getup: Grey Helmut Lang cowl front tank, white Joseph crepe de chine tank (layered under), floral Therapy Floral skirt, brown Iara drawstring Elliot Lucca handbag, black Ray Ban wayfarers, camo green Lounge by Mark Nason canvas shoes
The Girl: Alicia Rivera
The Getup: Yellow rhinestone 3.1 Phillip Lim rhinestone top, pink twist front Dolce & Gabbana leopard print skirt, black with gold plate Moschino logo belt, gold Janis Savitt snake chain necklace, Guiseppe Zanotti gold chain strap up sandals, black and red Chanel shoulder bag
The Girl: Jenna Stewart
The Getup: White T by Alexander assymetric tank, light wash raw edge Ksubi mid rise denim shorts, cheetah print Jeffrey Campbell loafers, green Gucci python shoulder bag
8:15
PC Lockers, Parrington Prep
Monday, September 25th
"Okay so how great was it to see Kris this weekend?" Massie gushed as she adjusted her make up in her locked mirror, the rest of the PC doing the exact same thing. They needed to look perfect.
"Omg I know." Claire agreed, closing her locker and leaning up against it, looking effortlessly beautiful. Massie hated that about her. The girl had on the bare minimum, mascara, a little gold eyeshadow, pink lipgloss and she was still managing to look airbrushed.
"So weekend updates?" Massie requested, closing her own locker and forcing her amber orbs on her clique.
"Well me and Claire just went shopping." Alicia said with a shrug, running a hand through her tresses with ease.
"I went on a date." Jenna announced, biting her lip as she waited for the reactions of her friends.
She wasn't expecting the shoulder slap from Massie.
"With who?" The brunette asked, feeling as if she already knew the answer to this oh-so pressing question.
"Hunter." She answered as if she was a young child being scolded, shrinking back.
"Ehmagawd that's great!" Massie said, easing Jenna's worst fears.
"Its definitely not. I don't wanna see what happens to you when Lauryn finds out." Alicia reminded, earning an eye roll from everyone else.
They didn't see why Lauryn was such a big deal.
The Girl: Lauryn Marley
The Getup: Grey Haute Hippie racerback tank, cream Haute Hippie Marabou feather embellished vest, grey silk and lace skirt, panther printed Raphael Young leather ankle boots
The Time: 8:31
The Place: Study Hall
"So," Lauryn began, twisting her body to stare into the tantalizing eyes of her soon-to-be ex boyfriend. "I heard you went on a date this weekend."
"Yea, I did, why?" He answered, the look in eyes not changing.
"Because it wasn't with me. Last time I checked, I was your girlfriend."
"La-la, don't act like I haven't had chicks on the side the entire time." Hunter chided, looking at her with the most condescending look possible.
"Yeah, but you never disrespected me in public." The caramel skinned girl answered, feeling her throat close up. Contrary to popular belief, she had feelings for the boy now dismissing her. He didn't know, but it was her virginity he had taken and she always hoped if she kept a nonchalant attitude, he would somehow get addicted to her. Just as much as everyone else was. Apparently not.
"Well Jenna's different." He replied, shrugging and pulling out a notebook.
"What about her is so fucking great huh?" She asked, wanting to yell and slap him, but she knew she couldn't. Parrington Prep wasn't ready for that side of Lauryn.
"She's sweet. She gives me butterflies. I don't know, something about her."
"Oh so I never gave you butterflies?" Lauryn asked, feeling the proverbial knife in her heart twist deeper.
"Not that I can remember." He answered coldly, Lauryn spinning around so she could shed her tears in peace. Hunching over, she committed her eyes to her paper, attempting to stop the lines from going hazy behind her building wall of tears.
Her face screwed up unattractively as she tried to hold it back and once she realized she couldn't she sprung from her seat and exited the class, wiping her eyes all the way. How could he be so fucking heartless?
The Girl(s): The PC
The Time: 12:07
The Place: Cafeteria
"Damn Jen, she is really glaring at you." Massie noted, stabbing her salad with a fork.
"Oh I see her." Jenna replied, shivering under the weight of her stare. It wasn't a pleasant one.
"I told you this would happen." Alicia reminded, feeling oddly superior.
"Yea, but she's not doing anything." Jenna answered smartly, turning back to her food and attempting to get the scarily calculated girl out of her mind.
Alicia, however didn't believe such to be true. Keeping the girl in her peripheral she watched Lauryn rise from her table and stand on a chair, now towering over everyone. "Excuse me everyone." She said with a voice that wasn't terribly loud, managing to get everyone silent within a matter of moments. "This is a PSA. I would like to let all of you know that Jenna Stewart is a little whore who fucked" She spat the expletive with venom. "My boyfriend. I was just so broken up I felt I needed to warn all the girls, hide ya boyfriends, hide ya man, cus she's fucking everybody out here." Directing a sugary sweet smile at Jenna at the conclusion of her little speech she stepped down from her post delicately, sitting back down as if nothing had ever happened.
"Damn Jen. I guess that wasn't anything?" Alicia asked bitingly, grinning secretly to herself.
"What the fuck." Jenna said, not hearing Alicia. "All we did was kiss. Now the whole school thinks I'm a slut."
"Oh don't worry." Massie began, the wheels in her head turning at hyper speed. "She's gonna get it."
The Girl: Jenna Stewart
The Getup: Bright pink double breasted 3.1 Phillip Lim blazer, floral 'Chelsea' scallop Zimmerman, yellow Diane Von Furtsenburg suede mules
The Time: 4:07
The Place: Her house
"Hey." Jenna said flatly as she stared at the beautiful boy in front of her. She wanted him. Now. But she had to keep her more carnal feelings at bay. This was a serious occasion.
"Hey." He replied, looking at her with guilt-laced eyes. He knew Lauryn was his fault. He should've controlled the whole thing better. "I know what you're thinking. That I play girls, and that's all I'm about. And I was. But I'm really feeling you Jen." He said earnestly, touching Jenna's heart. But he wasn't out the woods yet.
"I mean, thats nice, but I was just disrespected in front of the entire school. You know we haven't fucked, but now everyone else thinks we have."
"Can I be real with you?" Hunter asked, his forehead wrinkling in the sexiest way possible.
"Yea." Jenna answered, sighing.
"You're the only girl I've been feeling in a while. I have feelings for you. I want us to talk, for real. I'm tryna see where this goes. There's a lot of jealous girls, I won't lie to you, but I need you to trust me and we'll be okay."
"But, everyone thinks-"
"It doesn't matter. They don't matter. They don't understand what we about. The past is my past. I'm tryna make you my future."
"You know what?" Jenna started, the look in her eyes fierce.
"What?"
"Just fucking kiss me."
Hunter broke out into a grin and pulled her close, grinning against her lips before crushing his lips against hers and claiming her, this was his. When they pulled away for air, Jenna was gasping, dizzy and wanting more.
Oh, she could get used to this.
The Girl: Alicia Rivera
The Getup: Pink breezy Rachel Comey blouse, tiger print silk harem Robert Cavalli pants, grey Guess 'Owens' ankle boots, Carolee crystal and pearl necklace, black and gold horse Temperley London belt
The Time: 8:09
The Place: Rivera Estate
"So, you, Joshua Hotz are gonna cook por mi?" Alicia asked with a grin as she pressed her lips against her boyfriend's quickly.
"Exactly." He replied, wanting to rip off all the silky items she was wearing. They just fell against her so fucking sexily.
"What are you making?" She asked, all of the possibilities exciting her.
"You." He answered with a wicked smile, hoisting her up and setting her on the counter, her legs wrapped around his toned waist. His lips found her neck first, causing a moan to erupt from somewhere in the depths of her throat. He continued to suck and bite, knowing there would be a delicious bruise later, undoing the buttons on her shirt with ease. Once the item was cast off, he worked on the pants, the high waisted things perplexing him. Why would she want to hide that gorgeous belly of hers?
He went for the underwear next and Alicia grabbed his hand. "Don't."
"Why not?" He asked, hoping it wasn't something gross like her period.
"I want us to take a shower." She answered sexily, Josh groaning. She was just so damn hot.
"Lemme go first." She told him next, Josh watching as she switched her hips, only clad in her heels, a bra and panties. Did he mention he loved her?
Once Alicia was out of his sight she rushed up the stairs, making sure to kick her dirty clothes under the bed and hide the oh-so embarrassing box of tampons she kept in her room. Once everything was secure she rid herself of the rest of her clothes, disappearing into the bathroom and turning on the head to her large glass shower, allowing it to fog up before disappearing into the warmth.
"Josh." She yelled down the stairs, grinning as she heard the sounds of his sneakers padding against the carpeted stairs. He reached her bathroom quickly, peeling off his khakis and polo, his sneakers going with the rest of his clothing. He pulled off his boxers next, Alicia grinning secretly in the fog. She loved every bit of him.
He pulled open the glass door and reached for her, grabbing her slick wet body and latched back onto her neck, his favorite spot. Alicia groaned before pinning him against the wall and nibbling on his collarbone enjoying the groans he elicited just for her. Her hand traveled downwards and she stroked him slowly, never stopping her ministrations.
"Fuck." He whispered beneath her, his head thrown back in ecstasy. "Ay dos mio." Before he completely lost himself he shut the shower off, grabbing a towel for her from the rack and wrapping it around her.
His arms lifted her once again, bringing her over to the bed and laying her down gingerly. Josh didn't want to break his precious cargo. Alicia grinned up at him and spread her legs naughtily, knowing he wouldn't be able to resist.
"You want it don't you?" He asked her, putting his hands on his hips and staring down at her, his eyes dark with lust.
"Yeah, I do." Alicia replied. "I'm ready for this."
"Okay, I'll try not to hurt you." He whispered as he kneeled between her legs, kissing the inside of her knee.
Alicia handed him a small foil packet and Josh raised his eyebrow in surprise.
"I was ready for this." She answered with a grin.
"Oh." The latino boy answered opening the packet with his teeth and sheathing himself. Pressing his lips against hers in finality he got into a push up position above her, pushing the tip of the head inside of her.
"Fuck." Alicia cried out, biting her lip to keep from crying. This fucking hurt.
Josh pushed in a little more, feeling bad as he watched her face contort into a pained expression. "Want me to stop?" He asked, kissing her lips and then her shoulder.
"No, keep going." She answered bravely, taking a deep breath and attempting to relax. He pushed the head in completely, Alicia groaning in discomfort.
Josh pushed in the first inch, watching her eyes screw shut. He pushed in a little more, Alicia squirming underneath him in discomfort. This hurt him, knowing he was causing her pain. Attempting not to draw out the pain any longer he just thrust once mightily and he was now fully inside her, the latina impaled on him.
"Oh fuck." Alicia cried, the tears in her eyes rolling down her cheeks. Josh pulled out completely and stared in mesmerization at the blood coating the condom. He'd never taken someone's virginity before.
Josh thrust in again, pressing his lips against hers to take her mind off the pain. "I love you." He whispered against her skin, kissing away the trail of tears that now marked her face.
"I love you too"
The Girl: Dylan Marvil
The Getup: Black scoopneck jersey t-shirt, black ruched sleeve blazer, dark wash Dolce & Gabbana skinny jeans, silver Rachel Roy pumps, gold Dolce & Gabbana heart necklace, grey silk scarf, black lambskin quilted classic flap bag
The Time: 8:04
The Place: Marvil Estate
"How are you still wearing heels?" Phoenix asked as he draped his arm around her shoulder, walking them to his car. They were going to dinner. To tell his parents. Dylan was dreading this like no other.
"Because I'm trying to keep everything as normal as possible. I'm not showing just yet." Dylan replied with a small smile, sliding into the Lincoln town car that was presently sitting in her driveway.
"What are we going to do when you are?" He asked, biting his lip in wonder. Dylan was so lost in how sexy his lips were she'd nearly forgotten the question. She was exceedingly hormonal and that included her wanting to jump Phoenix at any time.
"I have no idea. My mom took me to the doctor's on Saturday, and it made everything so real. I don't know how we're going to keep this baby." Dylan replied, her voice sad.
"We can do it." Phoenix replied with conviction, but Dylan didn't believe it. She'd seen sixteen and pregnant. It always ended up the same way. The girl staying up with the baby and the boy going to hang out with their friends.
"I've seen sixteen and pregnant, I know how this stuff ends." Dylan told him with a pout, now wanting to cry. She didn't want to be pregnant anymore.
"We're not them. We have money. I can support the baby." He told her, grabbing her face tenderly and looking into her eyes, attempting to find something.
"Okay, but I'm 14." The redhead reminded, feeling shameful. On her second time, she would be the one to be pregnant.
"And I'm 16. We have to make sacrifices. Baby, don't worry. I got you. It'll be okay."
"I haven't even told my friends." Dylan cried, feeling hopelessly lost without the PC.
"Me either. But I'm not leaving you, whether they do or not."
"We're about to tell your parents. They'll hate me." Dylan said again, voicing one of her many concerns.
"No they won't. They'll hate me for not being smarter."
"I should just "go away" and come back after I've had it." Dylan suggested, not thinking rationally. She knew Phoenix wouldn't allow her to do such a thing.
"Baby, just relax and chill out. It'll all be fine."
Dylan Abigail Marvil really wanted to believe him.
A.N: okay so i know you all hate me, but its gonna be alrightt. =) i had to perform in my musical, throw for track championships, write and essay and a powerpoint and ive gotten like no sleep. but here it is. i love you all! and i'll do review replies next chappp. i LOVE YOU GUYS!