The Girl: Kristen Gregory
The Getup: White silk crochet layering vest (see through), black feather shoulder TopShop crop jacket, black racer back bra, camo skinny jeans , black buckle ankle booties, black Aynsley fold over clutch, metal multi-chain necklace, gold Kara by Kara Ross snake bracelet
12:15
Cabana, Block Estate
Tuesday, October 2nd
"Kris." A voice called from afar, the blonde snapping her head up to find the voice.
Kemp. Of course.
"Hello." She said politely, forcing a small smile before going back to her latest edition of Teen Vogue magazine. "Do you have a real reason for being here?" She asked next, feeling intensely anxious around him. But then again she always did. She hated that he still set her on fire and made her want to ravish him on the spot.
"Look, Kris, I'm not going to beat around the bush with this one.." He began, looking down at the perfectly manicured grass.
"Then spit it out." She spat, trying her hardest to be upset.
"I want you." He replied, his eyes rising to lock with hers. Kristen's gaze intoxicated him just like the rest of her and he could get lost in her everything. For ever and ever. "I came here just to see you. Ever since you left I've been thinking about you...about us. I know I can make you happy Kr-"
"You know what, Kemp, this all sounds so nice..but, we've been through this what four or five times. No."
"If we start over it'll be like nothing ever happened." He told her, his eyes still locked with her blue green orbs. They were like sea glass, mesmerizing. Maintaining their eye contact he advanced upon her, stopping once his thighs hit the edge of the cabana's mattress.
"Hurley stop." She hissed out, feeling her resolve weaken with every breath she took.
"Just relax." He told her, Kristen's stomach turning inside out.
That was the problem. She was beginning to justify this whole exchange in her usually logical mind. She didn't have enough time to protest before his hands were in her hair and his lips were on hers, Kristen's head spinning from the direct contact. His kiss was deadly, drowning her thoughts and emotions. She knew they were toxic. Nothing good could come of any of this.
His lips were at her neck next, and Kemp began thanking the gods for her see through vest. It was like she'd been waiting for him. Pulling the thing off of her to reveal a satiny black bra he sighed. She was so fucking beautiful.
He went for her pants next, needing to get her as naked as possible as quick as possible. He wasted no time putting on a condom and slipping into her, the need to take her too great to take her slowly. They could do that later.
Kristen gasped sharply as he entered her, adjusting to him. It was a little painful, but then again, Kemp was hung. Every girl could attest to that. The playboy switched positions, flipping her on top of him, forcing her to ride him in order to get any type of pleasure.
"Fuck." Kristen moaned out, forgetting how good this felt. It'd been so long. His hands gripped her soccer toned ass, moving her up and down at the speed he requested.
"Ugh, I forgot how tight you were." He grunted out, reaching up to pinch a pale pink nipple between his rough fingers. So much for listening to Alicia huh?
The Girl: Dylan Marvil
The Getup: Pink racerback tank top, grey crop TopShop jacket, floral tie belt shorts, tan Alexander Wang 'Stella' suede sandals
The Girl: Massie Block
The Getup: Yellow TopShop racerback shirt, black blazer, khaki 3.1 Phillip Lim cuffed shorts, black and white Ralph Lauren 'Brinkley' brogues, black Alexander McQueen leather satchel, navy blue and white Petit Bateau scarf
The Girl: Alicia Rivera
The Getup: White Kain washed-silk tank, black wool Balmain military blazer jacket with gold trim, mid rise D&G skinny jeans, black Jimmy Choo patent leather pumps, black Jimmy Choo clutch, gold Kenneth Jay Lane black onyx necklace, gold Kenneth Jay Lane black stone ring
The Girl: Claire Lyons
The Getup: Lilac Steven Alan oxford button down, light wash AE cutoff denim shorts, purple Sergio Rossi for Puma satin sneakers, grey Celine 'Boston' bag, silver D&G watch
The Girl: Jenna Stewart
The Getup: Chocolate Malene Birger jersey top, cream Ted Baker waterfall wrap cardigan, dark wash Abercrombie and Fitch skinny jeans, caged brown gladiator sandals, brown hobo bag, gold drop earrings, turquoise pendant, Fossil turtle ring
9:04
Parrington Prep
Monday, October 15th
"Sneakers Claire? Really?" Massie sneered as they stopped at the front of the building, looking over her best friend's outfit.
"What?" Claire whined, looking down at her comfortable footwear. "They're Sergio Rossi."
"For Puma." Massie answered sharply, rolling her amber eyes. "Just when I thought we were making progress..."
"Hey!" Jenna said, cutting into the conversation. The last thing she needed at 9 in the morning was dueling best friends. "Don't we have to focus on the fact that Dylan is pregnant and coming back to school for the first time?"
"Oh. Right." Massie answered with a sigh, pressing two fingers to her temple and rubbing softly. She'd deal with Claire later. "Well, Dylan..." The alpha began, appraising the redhead with a scrutinizing eye. "You're hiding the bump well, even though I know its there. But we aren't going to be hiding it for much longer. We tell the BB today and then the rest of the school shall find out accordingly."
"Right." Dylan agreed, not really focusing. Her leaf green eyes scanned the expanse of the courtyard, looking for a certain gorgeous boy who was supposed to be at her side at this very moment.
"What's got you so distracted Dyl?" Jenna questioned immediately, knowing her best friend.
"Phoenix." She answered swiftly, her eyes not moving. A sigh of relief breathed itself into her body when she saw the blonde boy appear out of a silver Audi, backpack slung over his shoulder and looking effortlessly sexy.
"That's Phoenix?" Alicia asked, her eyes popping open wide as she stared at the gorgeous boy in front of her.
"Yup." The redhead replied, sighing a little as she stared at his perfection. He always made her knees weak.
"Damn girl." The latina replied, watching as he approached. Gawd, that was a good looking boy.
"Hey." He said once he approached, sending a light wave to the group before slinging his arm around his girlfriend's shoulder, kissing her temple and rubbing her stomach lightly.
"Hey." She answered with a grin, the soothing touch of his hand on her stomach instantly relaxing any nerves she had. This was just high school. She could do this.
So with her clique all around her and this gorgeous boy they entered Parrington, the hallway stopping to stare.
"Who is that?" was only one of the many comments whispered about the couple, everyone wanting to know who this redhead was and why this adonis of a boy was with her. Others being,
"Didn't Dylan gain weight?" and her personal favorite "Since when did she get back?"
The pregnant teen merely sighed. She knew this was only the beginning.
-After School: Harrington Guest House -
"So, we gotta talk." Dylan announced as she perched herself on the couch in the very center room, hoping everyone would get the idea that they were supposed to be paying attention to her.
Soon a bevy of Briarwood Boy eyes were focused on her wondering what the redhead had to tell them. Inhaling deeply she puffed out a little air and settled her nerves. She really wished Phoenix hadn't had to unpack this afternoon.
"Uh...I'm pregnant."
The room was silent for a few moments before Kemp burst out laughing. "You're kidding right? Haha Dylan you're so funny."
"No she's not." Massie confirmed, shooting him a death glare from across the room. Ex-hook up or not, he could be such a dumb ass sometimes.
"So you're...having a baby?" Kemp asked, looking like he would fall out.
"Yea." The green eyed beauty answered, focusing on the floral pattern of her shorts. This was so embarrassing.
"Damn, Dyl." Derrick said after a few moments of staring at the carpeted ground, sucking in a few short breaths and refusing to look up at her.
"Yeah damn is right." Plovert said. "Who's the father? That kid you paraded around today?"
"Yeah."
"That explains it."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing." Plovert grumbled, looking away, hiding the slight hurt look in his eye. He had never quite fully gotten over her.
"Does Jake know?" Cam asked, his hand looped carelessly around Claire's thin hip.
"No. Does he need to?"
"I mean, kinda. He is your ex."
"Well tell him, I don't really care, as long as he doesn't come anywhere near me."
The Girl: Massie Block
The Getup: Black crochet trim racer back tank, distressed grey All Saints leather jacket, yellow Max Mara shorts, black Ash laceup ankle boots, black Balenciaga 'work' bag, diamond Tiffany key pendant
The Girl: Claire Lyons
The Getup: Print Y-3 track jacket, white frilly skirt, grey H&M sneakers, studded bangles, peach studded belt, blue and white Malene Birger canvas bag
10:15
Freshman Hallway, Parrington Prep
Tuesday, October 16th
"It seems like your fashion sense is regressing." Massie bitched at the blond, looking at her sneakers and mustering the most disgusted glare she could accomplish.
"Ugh, Mass, no one cares what we wear anymore." The blonde insisted, pulling a blonde piece away from her gorgeously blue eyes.
"I beg to differ Kuh-laire." Massie answered rudely, looking her up and down once again. Pathetic. She was about to continue when something caught her eye. Rather, two someone's. Derrick Harrington was one. The other was a gorgeous, pouty lipped brunette with stunning green eyes and a capturing face. "Who is she?" She asked aloud, not to anyone in particular.
Scanning the couple, her heart caught in her throat once again. They were holding hands.
Seething she slammed her locker door shut with a hard 'thud', stomping away as fast as her little booties (they were to die for) would let her.
The brunette's legs carried her in the direction of a certain basketball playing without her even meaning to, her heart fluttering a few times once she made eye contact. He really was standing in front of her. She still felt like she was in some surreal version of reality when his familiar heavy arm was slung around her shoulders, trapping her to him in the most appealing way possible.
"Hey." She said tiredly, not in the mood to entice him with some witty comeback.
"Hey bae." He replied with a grin, smiling against her skin. Massie felt her skin prickle with heat from his breath and she leaned in slightly, wanting to soak it up secretly.
"Take me away from all of this?" She asked with a small smile, letting him lead her to a secluded corridor, devoid of students and commotion. She walked in time with his longer stride, loving that she didn't have to be in control at this moment in time.
"So I know you probably think I'm weird for asking you to bri-" She was cut off with a sharp kiss delivered by this boy looming above her, Massie's head spinning.
One, how dare he cut her off in the middle of her sentence. And two, why hadn't he done it sooner?
- Lunch
"Have you seen Cam Fisher lately?" A brunette whispered to her friend just loud enough for the Floridian blonde to catch wind of the conversation. "Isn't he hot?" She said next, Claire feeling her heart speed up.
Girls thought her leather jacket wearing, different eye colored beau was hot? Sure, she knew he had to be hot considering Massie liked him, but still. Her throat closed up slightly and she felt defensive.
Cam Ralph Fisher was hers. And hers alone.
She looked over at the girl. She was pretty enough.
Why did she think he was hot? Did he like her or something?
Her heart filled with dread. She would not let anyone stand in the way of them.
The Girl: Artemis Wesley
The Getup: White embroidered tulle and silk Jason Wu tank, black Isabel Marant 'Keni' biker jacket, cream tiered lace skirt, black See by Chloe wedge boots, tan leather satchel, skinny leather belt, Ray Ban sunglasses
The Place: Parrington Bulldog Soccer Practice
The Time: 8:45
Artemis Wesley grinned sweetly as she tossed her blonde locks to one side of her head, her eyes focused on Joshua Hotz. She was on a mission. To seduce and destroy. Even though she looked sweet and innocent, Artemis Wesley was anything but. She was the sweet looking girl, with a secret.
She was somewhat of a slut. She'd slept with nearly half of the basketball team and she showed no signs of slowing down. However, no one judged or questioned it. Why? Because she was an A-lister and no one dared to cross her.
"Hi." She began with a small smile, looking dead into his eyes and then away, pulling the shy girl act that always worked wonders.
"Uh. Hey." He responded as he lifted his shirt to wipe the sweat dripping from every pore on his face. She got a small glimpse of his six pack and she nearly went weak in the knees.
God these freshmen were sexy.
"You looked great out there." She attempted, raising her eyes. Locking his eyes in place she smiled softly. She knew he was captured in her gaze. All boys were.
"Oh, thanks." He replied weakly, preparing to sidestep the enticing blonde and make his way home.
She stopped him in his tracks. "Hey, tell me when you guys have your next game?"
"Uh, sure." He answered, looking somewhat scared and jittery. It was obvious that she riddled his nerves and jostled his usually calm persona.
"Thanks." Artemis said in finality, doing what she called the 'sexy hair flip' before strutting away.
Yup. He was hooked.
The Girl: Lauryn Marley
The Getup: Black 'About A Woman' La Perla baby doll top and underwear lingerie, taupe Miu Miu pumps
The Place: Hunter's house
The Time: 10:04
"I was wondering when you would get home." Lauryn mustered in her sexiest voice, looking at Hunter with lust burning behind her normally cold and dormant eyes.
"Shit, Lauryn, what the fuck are you doing here?" Hunter asked, his heart stopping as he watched his ex girlfriend slide her legs open slightly more, giving her a better view of that tight pussy he used to love so much.
"I'm yours tonight. Do what you want with me. I just need.." She began, cutting herself off as she felt herself begin to sound desperate. She was anything but...right?
"You already know I'm with Jenna..." He began, his eyes sweeping over her again. She was beautiful. But he knew he couldn't just do that to Jen. She meant the world to him.
"Hunter." Lauryn said harshly, using the authoritative voice most were accustomed to.
"Yes?"
"I'm laying myself out for you right now." Her voice softened as she continued to look at him. "I know everyone says that I never loved you, and that I cheated on you the entire time, but that's just not true. I love you. I just never knew how to show it."
"But Jenna..." He started, knowing he couldn't respond to that. It was what he'd been wanting to hear ever since they'd gotten together. But it didn't have the same effect. He'd built up a wall around feeling any emotions towards the manipulative girl lying in his bed.
He knew with Lauryn, there was always a motive, and he knew he was just another cog in her machine of plans.
"I know. But, I have something to tell you."
"What is it?" He asked, wanting her to leave so he could think about all this in peace.
"You were the one who took my virginity. Just thought you should know."
Hunter was floored. He had what? "No I didn't. You weren't even crying or anything."
"I was, you were just too wrapped up to notice."
"..." Speechlessness overtook him as he thought of the right words. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay. I can think of a way you can make it up to me." She answered with a wicked glossed grin, the grin getting wider as he approached the bed...
"..."
AN: heyy, okay im like super tired, like too tired to do replies. but i LOVE YOU ALL. im sorry this is late. life has been...just life. lol. but yeahh. R+R!
-p e a c e , love, kisses, chanel . MWAH!-