Those reviews were much appreciated(: Thank-you everyone. I hope you all enjoyed the last chapter, and my apologies for my slow updates and what not. I had homecoming this weekend and I went to Cedar Point for Halloweekends, so I have been pretty busy besides school, homework, football games, and Cross Country practice and meets. Hopefully now i'll be able to update more (:

Shiningheart of ThunderClan- I never get that expression right, I am sorry. I do hope you like this story though! And you are right about Mitzi, good job on that(:

Chapter 8;

The 'suppose to be fun night' was turning into a disaster second after second. Musa looked at the simple clock above the bathroom door, it read 11:48 pm. She sighed and glanced over at Brandon who was trying to console his nose after Riven had threw a left hook towards his face several minutes ago.

"Are you okay?" Musa turned to him and asked, her face full of worry and concern. She didn't mean for this to happen, nor to tell her bestfriend off, let alone she does not need him anymore. She panicked and was sick of him always trying to be that controlling 'brother-like' figure. She needed her bestfriend, not a guardian. She was simply fine on her own.

Brandon gave a small smile, at least Musa was concerned with his face. Riven on the other hand, was more concerned with beating whoever laid a hand on his bestfriend into the ground over and over again. "Yeah I think I am okay."

Musa walked over to the cabinet sitting next to jacuzi, and pulled out a washcloth. She ran some warm water of the white piece of cloth and then began to whipe the dried blood off of Brandon's face.

He cringed, his face tighenting up, "Ow. It hurts."

Musa giggled, "It is going to hurt. But I am sorry for Riven punching you in the face, I didn't know it was you, let alone he would go awol on us."

Brandon cautiously ran his hand through his hair and let out a soft chuckle, "hey it is no big deal, not your fault he is in love with you."

Musa's facial expression went from smiling to blank and confused. "What?"

Brandon raised his eyebrows, forgetting what just slipped off of his tongue, out of his mouth. "Hey I am just kidding. We tease Riven about that. He is just concerned with you. Don't fret it, you guys are great friends, and things will be back to normal tomorrow."

Musa faked a grin through her teeth. She was hoping Brandon was right, but at this moment, she had a feeling of doubt. Everything in fact was not okay.

Being around Riven long enough, he saw some of Riven in Musa, which made reading her a lot easier then it would have if she wasn't so close to his bestfriend. He placed a reasuring hand on her shoulder, "Come on, lets go outside, get some fresh air, and get the hell out of this place."

Musa nodded her head, "you're right, lets sober up and go to Tim Hortons and get some donuts."

After a chuckle, the two left the bathroom together, side-by-side.

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Layla, Timmy, Techna, Nabu, Helia, and Flora all decided to ditch the party. It was to dramatic, and everyone was sick of the alcohol scented room. After Musa's and Riven's big interuption, it was best they left. It was getting way out of hand, and the costumes were beginning to get itchy.

Everyone was piled into Layla's van. Kesha was filling the speakers and everyone was jamming out to her new cd. "Man that was a party, at college we don't get much of those huge parties. Anyways, we do not attend, it would affect our academics." Nabu pointed the obvious out.

Timmy nodded his head to the music. He was not use to being this socially open, especially to a female. Techna was not any ordinary female though, she actually understood the fundamentals to Calculus and Physics theorems that his cosmpolitian professors would explain on a daily basis. She was smart for a senior, and she was an incredibly bright girl.

He was excited that he had actually found a smart girl who liked to eat real food and shared common science jokes.

"So what is it like at Columbia?" Layla turned down the radio as she approached a stoplight. She barely had anything to drink. At parties, she was normally the designated driver. She enjoyed the dancing and people watching better.

Nabu thought for a few seconds along with the other two males. Each of them had a different answer. "It is a nice campus, I enjoy the sports and the students are fairly nice."

Helia had a different opinion though. "The nature most definitely is my favorite part. I could sit outside and paint forever, and the nature hikes and classes are creative. They give you different views on life then you would have seen in high school."

Timmy was the last to speak up, "I really enjoy the Space program. It is based off of Nasa, the the main headquarters itself. Neurospace engineering is where I hope to be in two-three years. The professors are exceptionally bright and we do some pretty handson things."

Each of the girls kept what they said in their mind. If things go well this summer, then maybe Columbia would be an option for them.

"Neurospace engineering? That sounds quite the job." Techna was becoming more interested by the second. Maybe the boys coming here for the summer was exactly what everyone needed. Little did she know, that there was a whole mess of drama laying ahead of her.

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"Who cares anymore?" Riven slurred his words and stared at the blond that was dancing like a slut on the dance floor. He only noticed her because the spotlights seemed to dance around her, in some weird formation. A half smile started to form on his face.

Tonight was a night with no reprocautions. Afterall, he no longer needed to watch out for his bestfriend, so he was free to do whatever he damn well pleased. Sure he was utterly mad and nothing was going to make him feel any better- except maybe that blond dancing her night away- he was a fan of blonds. The alcohol continued to burn down his throat.

Gathering the last bit of ego he had, he made his way towards the dance floor. He began moving his body around the swarm of girls. Sweat was starting to form around his hair line. Was it him, the alcohol, or was it hot in here? After tonight, he wanted to remember none of it. He was on a mission and by tomorrow he was going to complete it.

"I like your moves." He whispered into the blond's ear. He saw a blush form on the seductive girls face and he pulled off a half-ass grin. She snaked her arms around his neck and began grinding her hips near his body.

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Bloom rushed out of the room after slipping her dress back on. She couldn't take her mask off of her face. There was no way she could show her face, especially not after tonight. She was being followed down the hallway though. The guy who she had just slept with and cheated on her three-years in counting boyfriend, was racing down the hallway to catch up with her.

He panted and grabbed her wrist. "Wait, where are you going?" His eyes were filled with concern. Did he do something wrong?

Tears formed in the corner of her eyes. The deed was done and she just threw everything that she had worked so hard to keep down the drain. And there was no way she was going to be able to confront Andy without being reminded of tonight. She had never felt more terrible in her life.

She took a deep breath and choked out a few words, "I- sorry, I can't." She ripped her arm away from the guy and started to run down the stairs. The air felt tight and her chest was heaving from the loss of breath and the guilt that was overwhelming her.

What had she just done anyways? The worst part of this whole mess was that she wanted to guy back to the guy and see his real identity, not run away and be a coward.

Bloom stepped down the last step, pulling her dress across the floor with her. How long was she up there? Had Andy been looking for her? What if he had seen her with the mystery guy? All of these heavy thoughts ran through her mind, giving her one of the worst headaches she thought she could ever have. The strobe lights were not exactly helping either.

Mitzi's house looked like a train wreck. Not that she had to clean it up, that was what her cleaning service was for. Alcohol was drenched everywhere and the whole placed rinked of sweat, vomit, and beer. It was enough to make her sick. On the otherhand, she was not exactly feeling well to begin with. She continued across the dance floor until she noticed a mob of brown coloured hair, liplocked with a blond haired girl. She couldn't make out the girl but she for sure knew that it was Andy by the lucky bracelet that was wrapped around his left wrist. He never went anywhere without wearing it.

Her heart dropped and she couldn't feel her body anymore. She had cheated, he was cheating. It was a sickening feeling and everything felt like it was getting black. Before she knew it, she ran out of the room, covering her eyes, preventing the wet lucid drops from pouring down her face.

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Stella felt guilty. She felt so guilty. At the same time she felt just as good. Did it really matter it was her bestfriend's boyfriend? Of course it did, but for some reason, she could not stop. If anything, she wanted more.

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I am sorry for this short chapter; but I really do not feel like writing much more about this masquerade... lol but don't worry, the next chapter will be longer and a heck of a lot better. I am guessing this story will only be about 15 chapters, maybe a little more, a little less. But thank you all for your support. :)