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EVERYTHING TO LOSE

The previous night hit Kelly like a ton of bricks when she woke up and it wasn't completely down to the hangover. Sure, the alcohol had taken its toll on her but the guilty feeling of knowing she'd cheated on Kofi was worse than if she'd consumed a whole brewery.

Careful not to shake the bed, she sat upright and scarcely opened her eyes. To her left lay a sleeping Randy, one of his arms across her waist and his chest rising and falling with each breath. A quiet sigh drifted from her lips, guilt pouring out from every inch of her body.

She got out of bed and gathered her clothes up off the floor; her bra and underwear, the flimsy summer dress, thin sweater, Maryse's ankle boots and Eve's coat. She got dressed and looked over at last night's man once more, but unable to deal with what had happened, she snuck down the stairs and out the door without him so much as turning over.

As she walked back to her house, she couldn't help but wonder how she could've been so stupid.

No matter how much they fought, Kofi was her boyfriend and she loved him with all her heart. She was drunk – really drunk – and definitely wasn't thinking properly. When she thought back on what a huge mistake it was, she felt awful but on the other hand, she knew Kofi could never find out what happened.

In essence, what happened was a big mistake and she saw it entirely pointless to tell him as it would just cause more problems than necessary. Obviously being dishonest wasn't the best way to go about things but she couldn't see any other way to handle it.

Once she reached the beach house, Kelly made sure she was extra quiet as she entered, as it was still early in the morning. She tiptoed into the kitchen where she was shocked to see Eve sat at the table, drinking a cup of coffee and scribbling into a notepad.

"Good morning," Eve smiled sweetly at her friend, finishing up her coffee and putting the cup in the dishwasher. "Nice coat."

"Oh, sorry about that. I just took the first coat which happened to be yours." Kelly slipped out of the coat and handed it to her friend.

"Where did you get to last night? Kofi said you guys got into a fight."

"Yeah, I ended up crashing at someone else's house." She said quickly, pouring herself some coffee from Eve's pot.

"Really?" The brunette's eyebrow twitched up. "Who?"

"Just some girl I met at one of the clubs the other night." Kelly shrugged innocently, not wanting Eve to be suspicious. "Is Kofi upstairs? I want us to make up."

"Yeah, I think he's still in bed."

The blonde went up the stairs to the room she and her boyfriend shared and quietly opened the door to see her boyfriend dozing in bed. When he saw Kelly, his eyes fully opened and he sat upright. "Hey you."

Not wanting to do anymore talking, she pulled off her shoes and tossed them aside, before climbing into bed next to Kofi, her head nestling against his chest. "Is there any chance we can just forget these past two days ever happened? We both said stuff we didn't mean and I just want to move on."

Kofi held her close, kissing the top of her head. "Seriously?" She nodded in response. "That's all I want."

"Brie, how're you feeling?" Nikki tapped on the bathroom door, where the sound of her twin sister's retching was audible from the outside.

"Like shit." She appeared at the door, her face paler than Nikki had ever seen it. Brie's hair was scraped into a messy braid and there was a tiny bit of sick on her sleeve where she hadn't made it to the bathroom in time. She'd crashed in Nikki's room for the night, only waking her sister when she had to leap out of bed and sprint to the toilet to throw up.

"You don't look too good either." Both girls sat with their backs against the bathtub. "Do you think you've got a fever or something?"

"Maybe." Brie held her stomach and tipped her head back. "Sorry you couldn't go out last night...I probably ruined your evening."

"It's okay. I've partied so much since I got to Miami, it was nice to be able to spend a night in my PJs watching chick flicks on the couch." Nikki grinned, nudging her sister to show no hard feelings.

"What happened to Dolph last night? Normally you guys crash together and I stole his spot in the bed."

"I literally came straight to the bathroom as soon as I woke up so I haven't seen him. He probably bunked on the couch downstairs." She rested a hand on her sister's pale forehead and frowned. "Damn, you're pale. D'you think you're gonna puke again?"

"Maybe." She shrugged. "I'm gonna stay in here for a little while, that's for sure."

"Did you want me to get you anything? Some water? An aspirin?"

"Both please."

Nikki gave her sister a quick kiss on her head before getting to her feet and heading to the bathroom door. Just as she was about to leave, one passing joke that the ability to turn Brie's blood cold, "Hey, maybe you're pregnant!"

Collapsing at Wade's side in a breathless heap, the smile on Maryse's face was both wide and lazy. "God bless the Queen." She propped herself up on one elbow, resting a hand against his chest. "Isn't that what they say?"

"Actually, it's God save the Queen, but it's not important." Wade laughed. "They say once you go British, you never go back."

"So from now on, I'm gonna have a fetish for British guys?"

"Well, why don't you call me in ten years and we'll find out?"

Maryse found herself smiling as Wade climbed out of bed and walked into the bathroom. She loved spending nights in his hotel room – it was weird at first as she knew Drew and Wade shared but the more time she and Wade spent together, she just assumed Drew must've got another room.

To say she and her British companion got along well was an understatement. Things with them were easy and he was exactly what she was looking for in a summer fling.

"Hey!" At the sound of Wade's cell phone ringing, Maryse knocked on the door of the bathroom, calling over the sound of running water. "Your phone is ringing."

He stuck his head out the door. "Can you pick it up for me? I'm about to get in the shower."

"Maybe I'll have to join you in there," She winked cheekily before answering the phone, "Hello?"

"Hello?" The sound of a confused female at the other end caught Maryse off-guard. "I thought I was calling Wade's phone? I must have the wrong number-"

"No, this is Wade's phone but he's busy right now. Can I take a message?"

"Tell him it's Melina from David Otunga's party the other night. I'm sorry I didn't call him sooner but I've had a lot on. I'd love to meet up with him though. Say that..." The girl clearly wasn't expecting Maryse to take a message and seemed stumped on what to say. "Just tell him to call me back soon? I think he has my number...I'll text it to him, just to be safe."

Instead of responding, the French-Canadian stunner hung up. She slid on her underwear and one of Wade's shirts, before sitting down on the edge of the bed, unsure of how to feel.

They weren't serious – they both knew it was nothing more than a fling – but knowing that she wasn't enough for Wade left her feeling bitter. Rejection ran through her, leaving her cold. It was like junior year all over again; back then Jack ended their relationship because he liked Eve and now Wade was seeing other people? She assumed Melina wasn't the only girl and it was a crushing blow.

And couldn't he have at least told her? Maybe if he'd have said he was giving his number to other girls, it wouldn't have hurt Maryse so bad. She found herself musing over this until Wade got out of the shower and sat down next to her on the bed, placing kisses down her neck. When she sat with a frown on her face, he said into her no-longer perfumed skin. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." She said quietly, standing up and leaving Wade sat in his towel. "Oh, by the way? Melina called. She said she was sorry she didn't call you sooner but she's had a lot on. She'd love to meet up with you though and she's going to text you her number." Right on cue, Wade's phone started to vibrate. "That's probably her."

Looking at Maryse with an arched eyebrow, Wade smirked slightly. "And you're pissed off about it?"

"What? No I never said I was pissed off."

"Well, the room just dropped to minus degrees, suggesting you're not too pleased." He stood up and rested his hands on her shoulders. "Maryse, I'm going back to England soon and you're going back to California – we knew it wasn't forever and we never said we were exclusive-"

"I knew that!" She argued despite the fact she was now pulling on her clothes.

"Have you been seeing other people?"

"Yeah. I mean, well...not exactly."

Guilt filled Wade's face as he muttered, "Oh God, you thought this was serious?"

"I haven't been seeing anyone else. Not because I don't want to, I just haven't seen anyone I want to see..." She winced at her own words before looking him in the eyes. "Wade, we need to talk."

As Eve sat in the lobby of the Miami Herald newspaper offices, she knew she should've been more excited about her internship but inevitably, her mind was on what she'd seen the previous night; Kelly and Randy kissing. Kelly and Randy going into Randy's house together. Kelly making a huge mistake.

She was aware that Kelly and Kofi were arguing but to cheat on her brother? Kelly may have been Eve's best friend but she had to put family first and side with Kofi as there was no excuse for her infidelity.

Should she tell Kofi what she saw? It was unlikely Kelly intended on telling him what happened and she didn't want Kofi to be in the dark...no, it wasn't her fight to get involved in. All she could do was let them work it out for themselves and be there to support whoever needed her. Maybe after work she could talk to Kelly about it-

"Lea?" Looking up, she saw Andrew coming through the entrance with a stack of files in his hands.

"Do you need a hand?" She laughed and came to her father's aid, easing a couple of papers out of his grasp. "There."

"Thanks, big help." He continued to talk at her as they walked through the Miami Herald offices. Going in with no expectations, Eve found herself looking around at muted rooms, filled with computer-ed cubicles and noisy machines. "It's loud in here, isn't it?"

"A little."

"Okay, you'll be sat here. This is Maria, one of our other interns. The two of you will be going out with one of our reporters later today so just wait here until Christopher arrives."

Eve sat down at a chair in the cubicle, looking across as Maria, a slim redhead with one of the prettiest faces she'd ever seen, who was texting on her Blackberry. "Hey, I'm Lea."

"Maria." She beamed, giving her a small wave and putting down her sidekick. "Are you from Miami? I don't recognise you."

"No, I'm only here for a few weeks. I live in Los Angeles."

"Oh my God, California!" Maria squealed excitedly. "Sorry, but I love California. I'm going to UCLA next month for college and I'm super stoked. One of my best friends is going too but the other one is going to NYU, which kinda sucks. I guess you're going to college in September?"

"Actually, I've just finished junior year." Eve looked over at Maria's desk, one framed photo catching her attention. "That guy looks familiar. Who is he?"

"This guy?" She picked up the frame. "John Cena. He's one of my best friends and he's going to college in Massachusetts. I'll miss him, he's awesome. How'd you know him?"

The light bulb went off in Eve's head. "My car broke down and he and his friend helped me out." Pausing, she winced. "I suppose you know Randy too then?"

"Oh I know Randy Orton." Maria said with a knowing glint in her eye. "Why? Have you two...?"

Eve scoffed.

"You're right, Randy doesn't do girlfriends. So have you got a boyfriend?"

Eve took her cell phone out of her bag and proudly showed off her wallpaper to Maria, a photo of the two of them at Alicia Fox's birthday party back in June. "Yeah, he's called Ted. We've been together for about five months."

Now it was Maria's turn to have a light bulb moment. That was...Ted? The guy Mickie was going after? It sure looked like him. Now Maria didn't claim to be an angel – after all, she'd had her share of conquests – but going after a guy that was already taken? That she didn't approve of. She hoped that maybe Ted hadn't told Mickie that he had a girlfriend and Mickie's flirtation was seemingly innocent.

Something told her, however, that that wasn't the case.

"Come on, that guy was totally intimidated by me!" Mickie and Ted took a window table at the beachside cafe Shack Hut – having spent so much time there, she told him it was called that because the owners couldn't decide whether to call it The Shack or The Hut so they decided to just combine the two. "I was absolutely destroying him out there and that's why he swooped in and stole my wave!"

"I'll take your word for it." Ted stole a French fry off her plate and she smacked his hand away. "Hey!"

"I can't steal your burger so what makes you think you can steal my fries?" She laughed, gazing straight past Ted out the window to the ocean. Well, maybe she was staring at Ted out of the corner of her eye but that couldn't be helped. He looked really cute today; Mickie had been teaching him to surf so his hair was all wet and his skin sundrenched and damp. It was a good day when he left his shirt off.

"I've gotta tell you, Micks. You're probably the best female surfer I've ever seen. You ever considered going pro?"

"Not really." She admitted. "My parents are total business suits. I don't think they'd deem me being a surfer as much more than a hobby – hence why I'm studying business and economics at UCLA. My brother Matt loves surfing though. When we lived in Virginia, he and his friends would cross state lines just to find places to go surfing, totally rebelling against my parents. Matt never really wanted to do the whole corporate thing – he's an athlete at heart. He's twenty six now and is a surfing instructor in Hawaii with his fiancée. She's this Hawaiian woman called Larissa and I've never met her but she sounds amazing."

"That must be the coolest, most chilled out life ever." He commented wistfully. "Teaching surfing in Hawaii with your Hawaiian girlfriend. Awesome."

Unintentionally at that moment, images flashed through Mickie's head. She'd happily take Ted to Hawaii. The two of them could go visit Matt and Larissa – she had never visited Matt in Hawaii and could see Ted and Matt getting along so well – and they could have so much fun; surfing during the day, spending nights hanging out in local bars with laid back people...maybe kissing on the sand...

"What're you doing this weekend?"

"No major plans, why?"

"My cousin's getting married here in Miami and on my mom's side of the family, they're all corporate jerks." She explained. "My brother might not be able to make it back from Hawaii so I could really use a friendly face at the party."

Ted opened his mouth to talk but Mickie stopped him, knowing what he was going to say.

"I'm not asking you on a date." Her voice softened. "You have a girlfriend and I understand that. Melina's doing family stuff this weekend and Maria's working so I'm asking you as a friend because...well since you've been here, you've been really awesome."

With a cheeky smile, Ted took a fry off her plate. "I'd love to come."

Stood in the middle of Rosa and Alicia as the trio entered the Quirk Club, Tiffany was ready to party the night away – as clichéd as that sounded.

Tonight, she felt confident and sexy. Living with so many other girls meant her wardrobe had got a lot bigger, as she strutted out in Rosa's short black babydoll, cinched in at the waist with Alicia's gold belt. The three beautiful girls made their way through the buzzing club, their hands gripped tightly together and pretending to ignore the looks the guys gave them, as they approached the bar and ordered some drinks.

"I'm already on the lookout for hot guys," Rosa's eyes flicked around the crowded dance floor whilst she sipped on her vodka and cranberry.

"Zack's not exactly on your mind then?"

"Please, Alicia. I love my precious Zacky." Oddly enough, there was nothing remotely sarcastic about the Latina's tone. "Tiff has Drew, I have Zack and so we're on the lookout for you. Now do you see that guy in the red t-shirt? He's cute."

"Too skinny. I like a guy with a bit more muscle." Alicia called over the infectious beats of 30H!3.

The conversation continued like this for pretty much the rest of the evening, as the girls ended up taking a seat in a nearby booth with a group of guys, with Rosa secretly hoping one of them would take an interest in Alicia. Throughout, Tiffany couldn't help but wonder how she'd got into this.

Half a year ago, these girls didn't have a clue who she was. No-one really did at Beverly Hills High and if they did, she was the girl that was pretty but smart and sensible. Back in January on New Years, whilst the cheerleaders and basketball players were out partying and hitting LA's hottest clubs, she was at home with her parents. Now, these people were her best friends. Here she was, on holiday with them in Miami, hanging out with complete strangers in bars and having an amazing time. It was crazy how life worked.

"I'm just gonna go to the restroom." The blonde stepped out of the booth and headed to the bathroom. On the way, she weaved her way through a small, dark corridor. A couple were making out against the wall, going at it like animals; his hands in her dark curly hair and her arms around him. Tiffany simply shook her head with a small smile and carried on to the bathroom.

It was only on her way out, however, that she properly got the chance to look at the couple. The female was a complete stranger but seeing who the male was broke her heart.

"Drew?" His name left her lips a couple of times before he heard, as she was battling with the thumping music. The Scot turned to look at her and when he saw it was Tiffany, his face dropped.

No-one said anything for a moment. The girl Drew had been kissing stayed with her back against the wall, confused at what was going on as she wiped at her lips, smudged with gloss. Tiffany didn't know what to do, she was motionless. It was Drew that stepped forward and said to Tiffany, "Let's go somewhere and talk about this-"

"Why would I want to go anywhere with you?"

She could feel her heart beating faster and her face flushing, so she turned on Drew and began to walk out of the club. She could hear him running behind her calling her name but she chose to ignore him, walking as fast as her gold heels would carry her because running wasn't really an option. At one point, she thought she heard Alicia and Rosa behind her but she couldn't stop.

"Tiffany, just talk to me!" The blonde was about to slip into a cab when she felt Drew hold onto her upper arm, his face serious. He touched her face tenderly and for a second, she wanted to melt into his touch. "Let me explain-"

"No." Her face stayed stony as she pushed his hand aside. "Your actions did all the talking so I don't think there's much left for you to say. Just let me go, Drew. Let me go." As she said those words, she felt her eyes brimming with tears. Pulling herself away from him, she got into the cab and slammed the door, directing the driver to the beach house.

The whole ride home, Tiffany did her best not to sob. How could he do this to her? How could someone that seemed so perfect break her heart? Everything was going so well, of course he had to ruin it. It couldn't go this well without something going wrong. Seeing him with that girl was crushing; with Tiffany, he'd always been so tender and wonderful and yet with her, he was so...disgusting.

She'd convinced herself Drew was this amazing guy and when Jack told her he saw Drew with another girl, she was so adamant not to believe him. But he was telling the truth; Drew was a liar and a scumbag. She wanted to be furious with him but she couldn't muster it – all she felt was disappointment for ever resting any hope in him.

Upon arriving home, she paid the driver and went into the house. She walked straight past Kelly and Kofi who were cuddled up on the couch and walked upstairs, tapping on one of the bedroom doors.

"Tiff?" Jack pulled open the door, shirtless wearing the sweats he slept in. He instantly knew something was wrong, as the blonde female's bottom lip began to wobble and her eyes watered.

Suddenly, it clicked in his head what had happened and he pulled Tiffany into his arms, allowing her to cry on his shoulder and hold him close because right then and there, she needed someone who understood.

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