Thought the last chapter was interesting? Try your luck with this one! Like I already told ssxgurl21, 'you haven't seen nothing yet'! Also, rating might change to R once this story is done (but that won't be for a while, hopefully).

CHAPTER 8

"Arsenault. I need to speak with you." Elise said, knocking at JP and Luther's door. It was the next morning and she was up early, for once. She hadn't even had time to put on some of her make-up, she wanted to speak with JP right away.

She knocked a few more times and yelled, "HURRY THE FUCK UP!" before JP finally opened the door, fully clothed.

"You were already up? Well why didn't you answer the fucking door? Too much to ask for a French brat, I suppose." Elise huffed, glaring at JP.

JP chuckled and looked at the Canadian strangely. "That time of the month? You weren't this hostile yesterday, madame."

Elise blushed and shuffled her feet. Then she angrily replied, "SO WHAT IF IT IS? I can't help it when I get PMS or not! Jesus Christ, you bastard. Leave me and my vagina the hell alone, will ya?"

Psymon, who had just left his room, had caught some bits of the conversation and burst out laughing as he walked past them. Elise yelled at him as he walked away, but Psymon didn't seem to care.

"So what is so important that you had to see moi this early? Is it time to put your genius plan in action yet?" JP asked Elise, even though he had no idea what the plan was.

Elise thought for a second about her top-secret plan. She didn't want anyone to hear her, so she grabbed JP by the arm and the two of them headed into JP & Luther's bathroom, slamming the door. They could still hear Luther snoring outside of the bathroom though, so he wouldn't be bothering them anytime soon.

"We are going to kill Marisol. Now, before you say anything, I SAID BEFORE YOU SAID ANYTHING! SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN TO ME, ARSENAULT, hear me out. I know you don't like doing any dirty work- you might break a nail or something. But the bitch has got to go down. She ruins the reputation for SSX and all she does is cause trouble. I couldn't think of any way to sabotoge her career since she's already the worst one here. I don't want to steal her boyfriend away because he's too short for me. So, we'll just give her a couple of whacks and BOOM! All of our problems will be headed right towards some cheap little grave in Brazil or wherever the hell she comes from." Elise told JP, very passionately. She started shaking her fists.

"Oui. It is Brazil. I don't know if I could take away her life though, that seems a little too drastic. And what about Rahzel and the others? Would they suspect us? We could spend a LOT of time in prison, m'dear. It doesn't sound worth it to me." JP answered Elise, shaking his head.

Elise groaned. "Why the fuck are you such a wimp? It's easy as pie, my friend. You won't have any blood on your hands, trust me. Just lure the bitch into this bathroom, and I'll be waiting behind the shower curtain. As soon as she comes in, BAM! The crazy slut bitch won't even know what will have hit her- she'll already be more dead than the tissue in Michael Jackson's nose."

Elise tapped her foot, waiting for a response, but the wet floor (JP had showered earlier) caused her to slip. JP rushed to catch her and he did, breaking her fall. Her head was leaned on her shoulder. The two of them looked at each other for what seemed like a minute, then started smiling. Then Elise grabbed JP's face and started kissing him. JP followed the action and soon enough, they were on the ground, kissing and making out.

But, before Elise could pull the bra she stole from Marisol off, there was a knock on the hotel room door. "Oh shit! WHO IS IT!" Elise yelled, from the bathroom. She and JP pulled themselves up, smiled at each other for a brief moment, and left the bathroom and opened the main door of the room.

Seeiah and Jevonte were at the door. "Can we team up? I have no tolerance for some bitch that says she's my best friend and then stabs me in the back just for some DJ with a nice dick- I mean... ok, dick. Whatever, I really don't give a shit." Seeiah told them immediately at the door. Elise and JP turned their heads towards each other and nodded. Behind them, Luther had just woken up. "Yeah, let's show that little pansy bitch what real friendships are about!" Luther exclaimed, throwing his arms around Elise & JP. The five of them smiled at each other, with Elise & JP soon letting the others in on their plan.

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At the same time, while all of this was happening, Marisol was in her room, alone. Derek was doing an interview for a magazine and she was bored out of her mind. She combed her hair until she imagined all of her hair falling out until there was none left. Her eyes widened in the mirror and she shook her head. She knew that her subconscious was angry with her. But she couldn't figure out what it was- was she supposed to stay with Derek's shaved head or Seeiah's bald head? "Hair makes everything so complicated." She said to herself, throwing the comb down.

She walked over to the bed and flew onto the covers, her head slamming against the headboard. A sharp pain radiated through her skull and she clutched it in pain. "Ow..." she said, wincing. Soon, tears began to fall down from her cheek and she used the pillow to drown them out.

"What is wrong with me? I had the best friend in the world...and I threw her out just so I could have Derek. But I love Derek so much...he could be the one I could spend the rest of my life with. Seeiah...she's always been there for me. I don't know what I'd do without her. I don't know what I'd do without Derek. UGH! Why does my life being good make it bad? I can't have both Seeiah and Derek, so I think I'm going to have to choose one of them." She said to herself quietly, sitting up.

But then she looked at a picture of her and Seeiah at Garibaldi, smling and laughing. In the background, she saw Elise, holding a snowball and aiming it right at both of them. Marisol smiled for a second, but then she started to cry again. Too many memories with Seeiah. "Is having Derek worth losing Seeiah for?!" She questioned herself.

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The rest of the day went on, quick once again, for everyone except for Marisol. Derek's interview got held up and then he was stuck in traffic. Then he had to have a meeting with some executives and some other DJ's, so he wasn't going to be back until much later. Marisol had just left her room and was going to leave the hotel, she just wanted to take a nice walk outside with the crisp air hitting her face on the busy sidewalk. She just needed some time to think.

Seeiah was in her room, while Jevonte was supposedly finishing up dinner. She was reading a magazine. She was a little torn up about "the plan", but at this point she had no remorse. Marisol had to go, and that's what it all came down to.

There was a knock at the door, and Jevonte stepped in, with a smile on his face. He was holding a fresh bouquet of flowers in his hand. Seeiah saw the flowers and smiled with him. "Awe, you sexy man, you. Gettin' me flowers and all that shit. How nice of you!" She said, ripping the flowers happily out of Jevonte's hand and sniffing them affectionately.

"Well, this is for a special occasion, girl." Jevonte answered her, sitting down next to her on the bed as she put the flowers down beside her.

"Really? What's the occasion?" Seeiah asked.

Jevonte said nothing, and kissed Seeiah. Seeiah smiled. "So? What's the occasion? Is this Rosa Parks' birthday or some shit like that?" She asked.

Shaking his head, Jevonte got off of the bed and went over to the door where this jacket was hanging off of the back. He reached into one of the pockets and quickly stuffed whatever was in there into the pocket of his jeans.

"Aw, hell no man! You ain't pullin' out that gun again, are you? Hell no, fuck that." Seeiah said, standing up with a flustered look on her face.

Jevonte laughed and quickly shook his head once again. "No. You will like this, sweetheart. Trust me! Now just sit on the bed and relax for a second, will you? Damn girl! Calm it down, calm it down." He said, laughing, as Seeiah realized what a dumbass she was and sat on the bed, anxiously.

Reaching his hands into his pocket, Jevonte pulled out a small navy box. Seeiah gasped; she knew what this was. Without her saying a word, Jevonte got down on his knees in front of her. "I know it's only been a week, but I don't want to take ANY chances. You know how I do- I like to live life to the fullest and since nobody ever knows what's gonna happen tommorrow or the next day, I've gotta do this now. I really love you, Seeiah. Nothing in life is guaranteed, except for the fact that you're the best damn girl I've ever been with. And that's how it will always be... " He said to her, with her smiling.

"Seeiah, will you marry me?"