Chapter 34 Turn Here For Trouble

Fallon grunted as she pulled up to the arrival terminal of the air port. She sighed; she really wanted to be celebrating another double win by the basketball teams. One thing she could say about this place was they really loved to party down here in Tree Hill, and she sort of started to like the simpler parties here. She also had her eye on one Cale Howard.

Banging her head against the head rest she was bored then the passenger door open. Fallon looked across the SUV and caught the eyes of someone she never expected to see again. Her brown eyes locked on to this woman's eyes.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Ms. Publishing Empire herself, Fallon Stafford," Aaron Porter said.

"Hello Aaren," Fallon said.

"So you're the person Victoria sent to pick us up," Aaren said and smiled, she turned her head, "Ione, Janelle, guess who's driving us? Fallon Stafford."

There were some giggles. Fallon rolled her eyes.

"So what are you doing here?" Fallon asked.

"Well your dear Aunt Victoria is temporarily relocating her staff down here, and so Janelle's mom wanted to bring her down for the weekend, and she asked if we could come. We want to get some of this Tree Hill Culture we saw on E New Years Eve."

"Not much to tell you about, Aaren, it's pretty boring here."

Aaren shook her head, "Pop the hatch," she said, and climbed into the front seat.

Fallon looked into the rear view mirror and saw Janelle and Ione loading their stuff into the cargo area of the Mercedes. She smiled weakly and looked at Aaren who was playing with the radio. Aaren looked at Fallon.

"Nice Mercedes, how did you manage to get this?" Aaren asked.

"Yeah, my Dad got it for me."

Janelle and Ione climbed into the back. Fallon rolled her eyes, "So where are you guys staying?"

Aaren smiled, "Not important right now, it was suggested we check out the night life."

"There isn't much nightlife here. I could take you to a café and there is a nice river walk."

Aaren shook her head, "I was told there was a party tonight."

"Party? What party?" Fallon said.

"This is the Tree Hill of Lucas Scott's novels?" Ione asked.

Fallon nodded, "Yeah, it is."

"Well then there is a party going on, like after every basketball game."

Fallon shrugged, "So I didn't hear of one."

Janelle sighed, "You're a cheerleader; of course you know where it is."

Fallon sighed, "Okay, I'll take you there."

Aaren smiled, "Good, you were always a good lap dog."

Fallon rolled her eyes and pulled away from the curb. Aaren took her Ipod out and plugged it into the radio. As she watched the Carolina Pine Forrests past by as they drove towards Tree Hill, she smiled with a wicked look in her eyes. Just then the song started.

(Song Lyrics are in Italics)

I'm the trouble starter, punking instigator.
I'm the fear addicted, danger illustrated.
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter,
you're the firestarter, twisted firestarter.
I'm the bitch you hated, filth infatuated.
Yeah, I'm the pain you tasted, fell intoxicated
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter,
you're the firestarter, twisted firestarter.
I'm the self-inflicted, punk detonator.
Yeah, I'm the one invented, twisted animator.
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter,
you're the firestarter, twisted firestarter.
starter... starter... starter...

Fallon drive slowly and tried to take as much time as possible in order to delay their arrival. She was a trouble maker, and would cause drama, but the way Aaren was looking she was out to try and destroy someone. Fallon turned her eyes to the rear view mirror and watched as Janelle and Ione were laughing and looking at the few locals that were out on the street.

"It's kind of like going out to Duchess County," Janelle said, "Their like stuck in the past."

"My God did you see what she was wearing?" Ione said, in response.

"Next I'm expecting to be hearing some country music and see mullets."

Fallon shook her head, "Just because this isn't New York, doesn't mean they are lost in the past."

Ione rolled her eyes. Janelle had a shocked look on her face.

"Fallon, of all people why are you defending these people? You lost everything because your father moved you down here over some fantasy of the southern life style," Janelle said, "Now I might have that happen to me."

Ione shook her head, "Janelle, you don't have to worry, as we all know Victoria so well she'll not let Brooke Davis stay down here, she'll bring her back to New York and be the public face of Cloths Over Bros, or at least get Chase to come back."

"I don't want Chase back," Aaren said, "I want her destroyed."

"Why do you want Chase destroyed?" Fallon asked.

"Simple, when she's in New York, I'm number two, when she's here there is always a threat of her coming back to New York."

"So how are we going to destroy Ms. Chastity Adams?" Ione asked, skeptical because Chase Adams was like John Gotti in one way, nothing seemed to stick to her, she was like the female Teflon Don.

Aaren laughed, "It's simple we tell the truth and produce the pictures of why Chase Adams really went to rehab. Of course we also destroy any personal relationships she has built since then."

"You're just so delightfully evil," Janelle said, "It is so much sweeter also because well let's face it we would love to see the might fall."

Ione nodded, "Let's try and do this quick and cleanly, if we're going to do this."

"What's wrong Ione? Don't have the stomach for it?" Janelle asked.

Aaren smiled and shook her head, "No Ione, we'll be doing this and it won't be quick and clean. It will be drawn out and painful. Or how else would it be so sweet, and it is simple, we'll take down Izzy as well."

"You're still not over Izzy sleeping with your ex-boyfriend?" Fallon asked.

Aaren shook her head, "No I'm not."

"Well you did cheat on him first," Fallon said.

"Fallon, just drive and keep being my eyes and ears, that is the only thing you're good for anyways," Aaren said, with a cocky smile.

Fallon frowned and pulled into the parking area around the Scott-Lee Beach House. She sighed and looked over at Aaren, "Well here it is."

Aaren smiled and looked over the party goers. "Prefect," she said and climbed out of the SUV. Her two pets followed, and left Fallon alone in the SUV. Finally Fallon got out of her SUV and headed up to the Beach House, almost from the moment she saw with stepped into her truck did she regret ever offering to do Victoria Davis a favor. Like the devil favors for and from Victoria Davis always come at a price.