Hey everyone! So this one's a little short, but the next chapter will be pretty intense (not rated M intense, but still). So, enjoy and tell me what you think, I always appreciate it.

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Sam walked out into the party, intent on finding Carly and pretending that she had never even seen Guinevere. She found herself walking around the same crowded area's multiple times with no sign of her best friend and began to grow frustrated. She wanted to make sure that she got to Carly before Guinevere did.

Where could she be?

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Guinevere slid back into the party atmosphere tossing her hair over her neck to hide the markings that Sam had left on her. She was infuriated beyond belief that the arrogant blonde decided to leave hickeys on her neck, of all gestures. She spotter her brother across the room and decided to approach him.

"Mateo," she called out, seeing her younger sibling conversing with a short, brunette lowerclassman that was wearing far too much makeup for her own good and an equal amount of perfume.

"Guinevere, did you find Sam?" he queried, taking a drink of his Peppy Cola.

"Yeah," she answered, a light blush crossing her face. "We just had a talk," she lied.

"That's good," he replied, nodding his head. "Oh, where are my manners?" he smiled and motioned his older sister's attention to the girl he had been talking with. "This is Alicia, we have World History together during fourth hour."

"Alicia, hi," Guinevere said with a fake, uninterested smile planted onto her face. "I'm Guin, Mateo's sister. It's nice to meet you," she fibbed and turned to her brother. "But, Mat, I really have to get going," she said, waving them goodbye as she departed, not wanting to be bored stiff by her brother's new acquaintance.

"Alright, bye," he waved her off, turning back to talk to the shorter girl.

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Carly stood leaned up against one of the many walls that lined the dance floor as she and Freddie carried on conversations regarding the latest gossip of the teens who passed by.

"Carly," a voice called, and Carly turned to see a blonde walking towards her, but it wasn't the blonde she was hoping to find. Her spirits dropped slightly.

"Oh, hey Guinevere," Carly called back, smiling politely. "Have you seen Sam around?" she asked, hoping that she would know where Sam was. I just want one dance, she thought to herself nervously nibbling on her top lip and scanning the room with her eyes.

"Yeah, I saw her a few minutes ago, she's looking for you," Guinevere mentioned, grinning. "So, are you enjoying the party?"

"Yeah, it's alright, but it's not as much fun with out Sam around,"

"Hey!" Freddie exclaimed in protest, causing Carly to smile at him sweetly.

"Oh, Freddie, you know what I mean," she said, waving him off with a flick of her wrist and laughing nervously.

"Whatever," he mutters. "I'm gonna go get a refill on my Peppy Cola," he said, walking off to the kitchen.

As Carly stared at his retreating for, she finally spotted the person who she had been looking for all night.

"Hey, Carls, I've been looking around for you everywhere," Sam said, walking up to her best friend with a large grin on her face. "We still haven't danced together."

"Yeah, I've just been here talking to Guinevere," Carly mentioned with a smile, pointing to the shorter blonde who stood adjacent to her. "And Freddie just left to get more soda."

"Oh," Sam grumbled, casting a slight glare to Guinevere. "Do you wanna go somewhere else?" she asked Carly, slinging a protective arm around her waist.

"No, I'm fine. Contrary to your belief, I don't hate her, Sam," she replied with a blush at how Sam was holding her with one arm, not that she was complaining.

"I really wish you'd stop harassing Carly," Sam asserted, narrowing her eyes threateningly at Guinevere.

"What? Are you afraid that I'll tell her something you're too afraid to?" Guinevere bites back, casting a nasty look back at the other blonde.

The entirety of Sam's body tensed up, but she refused to lose her cool. She tipped her chin up and raised a brow. "Well, I suggest you don't go running your mouth, because I will fuck you up, and not like you'd want me to."

Guinevere just rolled her eyes and ran a hand through her hair; she had to refrain from flipping it so that her hickeys wouldn't be exposed. "Whatever," she shot back at the taller girl. "Carly, I suggest you have a good long talk with your 'bestie' about honesty and some of her, how should I put it, 'habits.'" And with that, she stormed off.

"Uh, Sam?" Carly questioned, considering the things that the shorter of the two blonde's had mentioned. "Is there something I should know?"

"Let's not talk about this now, you still owe me a dance," Sam said, grinning and pulling her friend to the dance floor.

P.S, I'm thinking about changing the title to 'iMonster,' or something. Does anyone like this idea, and are there any other suggestions for names?