Chapter 5

Francesca Bella Octane

"I know ever since I left it's like they want to replace me." Francesca told Dedra with the bobby pins in her mouth. Occupying herself by putting her hair in a bun wasn't helping. "Theresa always seemed so good though." Dedra's thoughts lost in all the drama that Francesca was spilling. "Please if you knew half the things she's done your head would spin." Francesca had the tendency to over exaggerate but this little bit of info might be true. "They'll find out soon enough that you can't replace the irreplaceable. Patting her hair down Francesca blew a kiss to the mirror. "So how was your night?" She turned around to her sister who was laying on Francesca's bed. "Better than yours to say the least." Smiling Dedra stood up. "Are you going to the Senior Party?" Francesca really had to think about that one. Did she really want to risk showing up boyfriend less and then looking at Richard and Theresa engulfing each others face. Flinching Francesca frowned. "Depends." She replied thinking. After talking for a few minutes Dedra left. Her LG Chocolate phone was vibrating in the bathroom. Rushing over to it she read Airannia's text.

Francesca: I do love it. My house ten thirty do not be late.

Sliding down the phone Francesca threw it on her bed as she flopped down beside it. I want to make them grovel. Francesca thought darkly. Gaining that would make her ecstatic. Yawning Francesca knew what to do. All of that would be situated in the morning.

Theresa Elizabeth Hemmington

Theresa smiled as Richard kissed her. She got into his car, and buckled up. She couldn't wait until they got back to her place they would be able to talk and try to figure out what they were going to do. While she was in the car, she pulled out her cell phone and sent Airannia a quick message.

Theresa: Hey, when can we talk again?

Theresa put her cell back in her purse and sighed. She looked back over at Richard and took hold of one of his hands. "Do you think it's really ok for us to be doing this?" She asked.

Richard Lockheart

Richard started the engine and set the car on drive before. He looked to his side to check if any cars were coming before he entered the lane. "No doubt." Richard answered while he held hands with her. Finding entrance into the lane, Richard drove towards Theresa's place. "We've just got one problem. Francesca. She's going to do anything to make both of our lives miserable. She already threatened me." The road backlights of other vehicles played with his vision, making it a bit blurry. Richard held onto the steering wheel tight for security. "I don't know what she's going to do, but we better be prepared for it. Now I told you I think she has a secret or a tleast I think she does. Maybe it happened it Germany, I don't know, but I want to know. She made an act infront of me, crying her eyes out, asking me why am I cheating on her...she was making an entire scene. Then, when confessed I did cheat on her, she stopped crying. Like it didn't matter to her. She didn't seem heartbroken any. I think it's odd that she made a whole scene and just so suddenly stopped. She's quite the actress. She made me believe she was really crying. That's why I think she's has secret. I'm thinking she's been seeing somebody. I could be wrong though, but she definitely has a secret." Rich told Theresa. The anger was clear in his expression. To him, this wasn't fair. "bh" he referred to Francesca.

Michale Delacroix

Life, is like the wind. Ever changing, ever moving. The only promise being that the wind will always return to bring with it more changes, and more uncertainties.

All of these things flowed through Michale's head like a wildfire as he sat upon his porch, his feet rocking the old-timey porch-swing. He sighed softly as his intense blue orbs softly took in the peaceful serenity of the land that lay before him. His life, had once been chaos. Ever night, a new place to be, a new chick to lay.. Somehow, in the midst of the action, the excitement, the party, he had lost himself. Lost all grasp of what it meant to just truly exist.

Michale's hands slid easily over his knee's as he stood to his feet, his hands shoving down deeply into the pockets of his torn hollister jeans. He took in a deep breath, and enjoyed the country scene that lay all around him. Even though moving away from the main city and the mansion his mother has scoundered away had been stressful, this life, of relaxation and peaceful country was really not all that bad. But, he had to admit to himself, he missed the friends. Not so much, who they were, but having them. A soft grin spread over his features, used to, when someone moved the inners through a huge coming home fling... No one had even dared step foot on his new property. Some… friends.

Theresa Elizabeth Hemmington

Theresa frowned; she couldn't believe Francesca threatened Richard. She expected Francesca to make her life a living hell. "I can't believe even she would stoop that low. I guess it's not a big shock anyways. Francesca is the kind of girl who can't stand it when she doesn't get her way, or the things she wants. She will try to crush anyone who gets in her way. I don't have any idea what she could possibly be hiding. I texted Airannia to see if we could talk tomorrow, maybe she can help us figure it out. She promised me she'd have my back."

Richard Lockheart

Richard nodded his head. One way or another, he was going to find out. "I'm glad I have you at my side." he said, smiling at Theresa. Richard softly kissed her knuckles before he looked at the road again. "But...if she does anything to you. Don't hesitate to call me. I'll be there for you, alright?" Though he still liked Francesca, Theresa was the one who he was with right now and the one who he felt deep feelings for. Richard was disappointed after the act Francesca pulled. She wasn't going to get away with anything. "Honestly, I think I'm going to start enjoying these Gossip Girl messages a whole lot more."

Theresa Elizabeth Hemmington

Theresa smiled as Richard kissed her hand. Her fingertips brushed across his palm. "I'm glad I could be here for you. Don't worry, she will not just get away with trying to pull something on me, but I will call you just incase something happens. Why do you think you'll enjoy Gossip Girl's messages now?"

Richard Lockheart

Richard smirked when Theresa asked the question. "Because Gossip Girl is probably the only person Francesca can't get away from. She's found out about our secret. Francesca is next. I know Gossip Girl will have us updated." Richard replied. Finally arriving at Theresa's building, Richard parked his car and released Theresa's hand to exit his car. Lockheart tried to focus his vision on one object. He was a little dizzy, but he knew he could manage to do things consciously. "At least, now that our secrets out and Francesca and I are over, we can be together. I just have a question...what about your friendship with her? You girls have been friends since you were little...does it bother you that you're not friends?" Rich asked while he watched Theresa exit his car.

Theresa Elizabeth Hemmington

Theresa got out of his car after Richard parked. "I guess that's true, even Francesca can't escape Gossip Girl." She took hold of Richard's hand again, and walked inside her building. She pressed the up button for the elevator. Once the doors opened, she walked with him inside. "Honestly, if Francesca did that to me I wouldn't be her friend either. I know we've been friends forever but since we got older she changed so much. I don't think I'm bothered that were not friends anymore. As long as I have Airannia, I'll be more than fine."

When the elevator doors opened leading to her penthouse floor, Theresa walked with him to the doors and opened them. "Now that we're alone, let's wait to talk about everything until tomorrow. Tonight is just about you and me," She said smiling. She leaned in and gave Richard a quick kiss on the lips.

Richard Lockheart

Richard hated to break up a friendship that had lasted for years, but if Theresa felt that way about it, then it was alright. He respected it. Richard took a look at the penthouse when they entered. No parents, just him and her. It was definitely their night and he couldn't agree more with Theresa. It was time to let things go. After all the drama of the day, being with alone with Theresa was just what he needed. "Yea, it's just you and me now." Richard smiled at the quick kiss she delivered tenderly to his lips. "I've been waiting for this moment all day." Lockheart held Theresa's chin lightly and delivered a steady, amorous lip lock.

Theresa Elizabeth Hemmington

Theresa smiled as he held her chin and kissed her again. She pushed the door close. She started to pull her white coat off before she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him closer to her body. Theresa never wanted this moment to end. She had been waiting for this day all summer, when they wouldn't have to be a secret anymore. Now it wasn't wrong to kiss him, Richard was no longer with Francesca and he wanted to be with her. "Mhmm Richard," She said against his lips.

Richard Lockheart

In his mind, he still wondered if this was still betrayal against Theresa. Though he really wanted to be with her, he still had feelings for Francesca. It could be hard to believe that after everything they went through, he would still really care, but Rich enjoyed the time he spent with his ex very much. She still had a place in him and it was hard to get her out even when he wanted to. Richard, as he was kissing Theresa, tried to focus on just Theresa and him. It's just us now... Richard said to himself. Instantly after Theresa whispered his name softly against his lips, he became bound to her. All thoughts about everyone ceased and it was just them. Richard continued to kiss Theresa's lips with passion. He played with her tongue. His hands traveled down to her thighs, and he lifted her, and brought both her legs to his sides. He was lost in her and it felt good. "Mph Theresa." he whispered and lowered his lips to plant kisses upon her neck.

Theresa Elizabeth Hemmington

As Theresa kissed Richard, she felt like maybe she and Richard were moving a little too fast. Especially since Francesca and him only broke up two hours ago. As Richard held her closer, lifting her up into his arms and felt her body, she completely forgot her doubts. This happened the first time they hooked up as well. She knew in the back of her mind, that she should stop him, she couldn't make out with her best friend's boyfriend but his lips said otherwise. When they kissed it felt so right. She held onto him tighter and kicked off her Manolo's. Theresa moaned softly as he kissed her neck tenderly.

Richard Lockheart

Richard's phone rang, alerting him of a text message. Richard groaned. He wasn't going to allow anyone interrupt their moment, even if it could be an update on his ex. An update he was waiting for to be a step closer to truth. While he continued to satisfy her neck, he pulled out his phone and placed it on a table. Richard wasn't going to look at anything so instead he ignored it. The moment continued on after that. Richard moved from the foyer to the great room. One of his eyes opened. He was searching for a soft surface. A couch, a love seat, anything with a fair amount of room. At a short distance to his left, Richard found a couch where he could place her on. Gripping the back of her thighs, he walked over to it and laid her down on the couch. Before he did anything else, Richard pulled away, looking down at her as their lips were just inches away. "It's our night right?" he asked, moving a lock of hair out of her way.

Theresa Elizabeth Hemmington

Theresa allowed him to carry her to another room and place her on the couch. She was glad that when his cell rang, he didn't answer it. Theresa was surprised as he pulled away from her. She listened to his question and thought about it for a moment. Did he want too... She reached up, placing her hand on his cheek and smiled. "Yes, this is our night." Even though they had hooked up during the summer at camp, they never managed to get that far. She wondered if Francesca knew that, would anything change? She pushed those thoughts aside; right now all she needed to focus on was being with Richard.

Richard Lockheart

Lockheart gazed into her eyes. Her hand felt warm against his cheek. He rubbed his cheek softly against her hand and placed his hand over hers, lacing each of his fingers between hers. "I love you." said he, with a desire to make her his. Their laced hands moved up above their heads. He pinned her hand down and pressed his body against hers before he kissed her again. Did he want to? Yes, he did. There was nothing more at the moment than to make love to her. His intentions were exactly to do that. Richard was unsure if she wanted to, but if she stopped him at anytime he would understand and respect it. However, the desire would still remain. Richard search throughout her body for a way remove her dress. "Do you feel the same?" he asked, wanting to hear her and see her express herself to him.

Theresa Elizabeth Hemmington

Theresa gazed back into his eyes. She smiled as he placed his hand on top of her own, rubbing it against his cheek. She blushed when Richard said he loved her. She had wanted him to say those words for so long. She allowed him to pin his body against hers. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him closer as she kissed him back passionately. She pulled back slowly, so she could look into his eyes. "I love you too Richard and I feel the same way."

Richard Lockheart

Aside that Theresa's voice was so soothing, her words sounded sweet to his ears. Richard could scent her perfume. Lockheart always loved the way women smelled. Even if they didn't use perfume, their natural clean body scent was just as addictive as the perfume they wore. Richard pulled his body back a bit and removed his black Armani blazer. Tossing it aside, Richard lowered his body back down and placed his hand back over hers. "What do you say...?" Richard took a pause to kiss the palm of her hand. "...you and I take this night to your room?" said Richard while he kissed her neck tenderly. "You want that?" asked Lockheart at the same time he was riding his fingers softly and slowly up her thigh.

Nicholas James Bass

"fk." Nicholas groaned lying on his bed. He had just realized that he had missed the whole thing between Francesca and Richard. If Theresa hadn't pulled me away... Was all he could think about. The girl he had came home with just left. "After all of my hard work." Sitting up in his bed Nick stared at his laptop. "Gossip Girl." The words were like poison. Reaching out he slid it closer to him. Looking at the latest blog posted but the notorious Gossip Girl Nicholas didn't know if he should be happy or sad. He was first drawn to the part about him, Airannia, and Gwen. He knew that Airannia like him or as he thought but her feeling threatened by Gwen mad him a little bit happy. Richard wasn't the only one getting two girl's attention. Scrolling back up the page he looked on about Francesca and Richard. This was little bit critical. Nicholas was always used to do Francesca's dirty work but know that Rich and her were split it might not work out as well. "Finally Lockheart is about to get some back seat action. So, so, proud." Nicholas laughed. Taking his cell off of his pillow he decided to ruin whatever moment Theresa and Richard were having at least for a moment.

Nicholas: Richard I don't know how to say this but...
Nicholas: I love you
Nicholas: I WANT YOUR BODY
Nicholas: Just kidding. Basketball man 12:00 after that hit up some shops buy some suits head over to the dance you in?

"Man he's going to hate me." Laughing into his clenched fist Nick threw the cell phone aside. Tossing and turning his mind was thinking about Airannia. And perhaps what she was wearing to sleep?

Theresa Elizabeth Hemmington

Theresa blushed as Richard moved closer to her, feeling his body pressed against made her want him to ravish her right there. She couldn't resist him when he gave her tender kisses upon her neck and lips. She smiled when he kissed the palm of her hand. "I want that," She said blushing more as she felt his fingers move slowly up her thigh. She wrapped her arms around him, so he could lift her off the couch easily, and bring her into her room.

Michale Delacroix

All at once, Michale stood to his feet. Clouded blue eyes softly surveyed the scene that surrounded him. Right now, he was tired of the quiet. He jogged upstairs and sat down at his laptop, he had saved up forever to buy the right card to fit the thing since it now needed special internet hook up. It did not take him long to find himself on the familiar site of GossipGirl. He smiled softly as he took in all the happenings. In a flurry, he decided that it was time to go, time to go to the city where he attended school. With great speed and a show of practice he grabbed his keys and sprinted down the stairs.

In Town

Michale turned into the parkling lot of one of the more popular hangouts of the inners, his old friends. He wouldn't admit it to himself much less anyone else, but he was really hoping to get a glimpse of Airannia... according to GossipGirl's latest news; her and Nicolas were over. Some guys would call this... POUNCE TIME!

Francesca Bella Octane

Waking up to the sun opened her glowing eyes to the room around her. Inhaling Francesca missed home so much. "I feel so fresh." She said to herself smiling. "I take that back." Hang over's where the downside to drinking. Looking to her left two asprins and a sparkling glass of water were on her night stand. Dedra. Popping the aspirins in her mouth and downing the drink Francesca's feet landed on the cold hard wood floor. Making her way over to the shower Francesca tried to ignore the fact that she was now on the market. Single. Taking out the pins one by one Francesca's hair fell perfectly into place. Biting her nail Francesca glanced at the clock. It was eight. Counting off on her fingers Francesca planned out her day. "Brunch, Shopping...", Francesca hesitated on the dance. Going to the dance would be her first presentation to everyone. Going boyfriendless was not what she had planned. "Going to the dance is out." peeling off the boy shorts and tank she tried to think of something better to do. Smiling she thought back on the days when she, Airannia, and Theresa would have sleepovers and talk for hours about boys while eating as many oreos as possible. "Well I'm on a diet so Oreos are out as well along with Theresa." Francesca struggled with perfection everyday. If it wasn't her weight it was her hair.

Francesca: were skipping the dance no questions asked. sleepover? I know childish but why not.

Smiling Francesca was in the mood to have a great day. That includes getting a few secrets off her chest.

Airannia di Carvalo

The words of Prima J's song Rock Star blared loudly out of Airannia's Side Kick. Opening her soft brown eyes Airannia looked around. She didn't have as half of hang over she thought she would. All of the throwing up constantly helped. Someone can't hold their liquor. Looking at her inbox she read Gossip Girl's first. "I can not believe her..." Airannia was referring to both Francesca and Theresa. She couldn't believe that Francesca would let Richard just go like that. Shaking her head in disbelief she read the part about Theresa and Richard. "Rebound." The words escaped her mouth. Airannia didn't have a problem with Richard but if he and Theresa hooked up as Gossip Girl has pieced it together it was all too shady to her. Shaking out of the trance she read the text from Theresa. Airannia was sure to stay on her toes about that one. Airannia didn't know who she was loyal to. Francesca or Theresa.

Airannia: Alright probably around nine I have plans.

Reading Francesca's text Airannia smiled. She remembered the sleepovers all to well. Always held at her house the trio would ransack the kitchen and scream from the top of their lungs along with the radio.

Airannia: Ok I'll meet you at...I want to go to Panera so bad but star bucks it is because you love it so. 10:30

She saved Gwen's text for last. The fact that Gwen was new endorsed the fact that she didn't having anything at all planned that day.

Airannia: I feel the carpal tunnel coming on! I text way to much. Just meet me and Francesca at Star Bucks at 11

Airannia made sure she spaced out enough time so she would have time to talk to Francesca alone. Certain things that needed to be said shouldn't be heard by others.

Gwen Delacroix

Gwen rolled over in bed, surprised at her headache being gone. She had fallen asleep rather easily last night and was thankful at that. She opened her eyes and grabbed her phone Airannia had texted her not ten minutes ago. Starbucks at 11, she could handle that. She also saw that Gossip Girl had posted something last night, not expecting anything big she skimmed over it until she saw her name. Whoa, I'm on Gossip Girl's blog? This is way too crazy. Gwen now knew that she really had to step it up today, especially if Francesca was gonna be there too. After what she said last night she wanted to fix that first impression, and hopefully make a better second one.

Gwen walked into the bathroom and hopped in the shower. Singing as she washed her hair and loving everything about her life right now. Well, at least, almost everything. Aside from the fact that she didn't have a boyfriend and didn't expect to get one anytime soon she was perfectly happy. When she got out of the shower she changed into a grey miniskirt and a white t-shirt. Next comes the makeup. She thought oddly to herself. Finally, when she finished putting on her makeup she slowly walked downstairs to have a bagel for breakfast and watch some TV. She didn't have to meet Airannia and Francesca for an hour or so, so she had time to spare.

Richard Lockheart

Lockheart's phone rang and rang and rang again. He almost thought about answering to get it over with, but that would ruin everything. Soon after it the tedious ringing ended, Theresa's voice soothed his ears once more. A smile formed upon his lips learning that she too wanted him as much as he wanted her. Richard slipped his arm under her back and the other beneath her legs. Their kissing continued on as he carried her from the couch onto her room. As soon as they got there, he threw her unto the mattress, pinned her down, and on went the night pleasuring each other. Would he regret it in the end, knowing he still felt something for his ex? Maybe, he wanted to do this without thinking of the consequences. Just on what he felt for her.

In the morning, Richard slept peacefully next to Theresa. If it wasn't because of the light of day that broke through the window, Richard wouldn't have woken up. A groan escaped his lips and he rubbed his eyes before he opened them. To his side was Theresa. She looked so angelic in her sleep. Richard didn't want to bother her. Lockheart rested his head back down and traced her shoulder with his fingertips as she slept.

Theresa Elizabeth Hemmington

The night with Richard was amazing; it was everything Theresa could have wanted her first time to be. Yes that's right, last night was Theresa Hemmington's first time having sex. Once it ended she was exhausted. In the morning, she was still cuddled up to Richard sleeping. She stirred when she felt something soft on her shoulders. Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled seeing Richard looking at her. "Good morning," She said softly.

Richard Lockheart

"Hey, good morning," Richard greeted Theresa with along with a smile. Richard gave her a tender morning kiss on the lips. "Mmm," Lockheart always felt pleasure with her lips. It gave him a mixed yet pleasing sensation. To compare them with Francesca, well it was hard, because both of their lips were just as sweet. Some would say there is no diffrence. Lips are just lips, but he knew well each was different. Lockheart has had a taste of two many to know that. In truth. Richard released Theresa's lips after a little bit. His eyes opened and locked back into hers. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up. You looked so serene." said he to she.

Theresa Elizabeth Hemmington

Theresa smiled as he gave her a sweet tender kiss. Once he pulled back, she looked into his eyes. "Don't apologize; I needed to wake up anyways." Theresa reached out and brushed his hair back with her fingertips. "Richard, there's something I have to tell you." She said. She wondered how he would react to what she had to tell him.

Richard Lockheart

Richard closed his eyes when she brushed his hair back. Theresa's sentence made him curious. Usually when someone started a sentence like that it was usually going to be something complicated. Richard lifted his torso and leaned on his elbows to hold his torso up. Calm, positive, curious, and with a smile, Richard set his full attention on the naked blonde beauty next to him. "What is it that you have to tell me?" Lockheart asked her while he rubbed the back of his head. "Hopefully something good?"

Theresa Elizabeth Hemmington

Theresa blushed, this was so embarrassing. She already knew Francesca was still a virgin, unless that was her secret like Rich suggested but was he? Did he ever hook up with any of the girls Bass tried to set him up with? She sighed and looked into his eyes. "It's nothing bad I promise. I just wanted to say that last night...was my first time." She looked away not being able to meet his gaze, as the blush on her cheeks became brighter. She waited to hear what he'd have to say.