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      torrento entered the dressing room , sweaty and tired . after a long show he wanted nothing more than a beer , a blunt and his hotel bed . though , she clearly had other plans . rubbing the back of his neck , the blond sees her phone in her hand . if this were a cartoon he was almost positive he'd see her fuming . “ what is it now ? ” he asks , grabbing a face towel and a bottle of water . he cracks the top off and takes a sip , eyes steady on her . “ i know whatever it is , can't be good . ”

      they’d come to an agreement for their child , echo , to remain on good terms no matter w h a t . it’s all for the sake of their kid , and lukas would continue to remain selfless for that very reason . there’s some blonde sitting on his lap , arm wrapped around the femme’s waste , as digits held onto a flute glass of champagne , but his gaze was glued onto jasmine , watching her from afar . this scenario , it seemed way too familiar . the amount of times he’d bumped into his ex lover at events like these before , how he’d find himself staring without even meaning to . had she noticed his presence at all ??  “  yeah ?? that’s cool , love . ” he’s not really listening to whatever the femme was saying , simply nodding mindlessly at whatever words parted her crimson lips . he’s bored , truly , even if the event they were at was meant to be the most exclusive of things . he feels the femme toy with the hem of his shirt , her lips close to his ear .  .  . how funny it is that his attention still remains upon jasmine , when he has the opportunity to leave with this girl right h e r e . he can’t help it . sure , he’s over it , over them , the feelings he once had for her long gone , yet he’d be lying if he said it didn’t bother him deep down when he saw her with some other guy . lukas finally excuses himself , his free hand taking another glass of champagne as he approached the other and soon as he’s stood in front of her , he’s offering her it . “  ‘s .  .  . quite a good birthday bash mackenzie has set up , huh ??  ” he lifts the glass to his lips ,  his gaze shamelessly trailing up and down the femme’s figure . he’d keep his thoughts to himself , how good she looked . “  let me guess , jasmine .  .  . were you the one that got her the pink mustang ??  ”

“  you don’t have to explain yourself. “ rhiannon started as the girl followed her out. “ i knew this wasn’t going to work, we can’t be friends. we can’t even be in the same room with each other. “ she laughed condescendingly, and shook her head. “i’m just going home, enjoy your night.” 

there  was  nothing  she  could  have  done  to  avoid  the  senior  weekend  trip  to  the  mountains  ,  three  days  filled  with  non  -  stop  teacher  planned  fun  .  kenzie  absolutely  despised  it  ...  not  only  for  the  reason  that  she  was  forced  to  occupy  her  time  with  people  she  didn’t  care  to  be  around  ,  but  that  she  was  in  that  crowd  .  a  fling  that  lasted  too  little  time  ,  circumstances  forbidding  them  from  being  together  .  now  she  was  dating  some  random  guy  kenz  had  never  heard  of  ,  and  here  she  was  ...  distracting  herself  with  whoever  just  to  not  look  her  way  .  it  was  late  at  night  ,  slippers  covering  cold  feet  as  she  pulls  her  sweatshirt  down  her  legs  ,  stepping  down  the  stairs  of  the  group  cabin  so  she  could  quench  her  thirst  .  as  her  figure  makes  it’s  way  down  the  narrow  hallway  she  hears  something  ...  and  the  brunette  knows  that  sound  from  anywhere  .  curious  mind  draws  her  to  room  three  ,  sucking  in  a  breath  to  try  and  stay  quiet  as  she  listens  .  separate  rooms  for  separate  genders  ...  she  thinks  ,  knowing  that  the  girl  was  on  the  opposite  side  of  the  door  all  by  herself  ,  fingers  slipped  between  soft  thighs  as  her  mind  wanders  .  suddenly  she  hears  a  name  slip  from  moaned  lips  ...  her  eyes  widen  as  she  realizes  ...  it’s  not  her  boyfriends  name  .  a  door  opening  from  across  the  hall  sends  her  skipping  ,  away  from  the  girls  room  and  down  the  stairs  before  she  could  get  caught  sneaking  .  she  runs  in  the  kitchen  and  leans  against  the  wall  ,  letting  out  a  deep  breath  she  never  knew  she  was  holding  .  she  said  kenzie  .  

you could tell jake a million times that putting another girl in his life just wasn’t smart. he was someone who latched onto them, he could be described as a vulture, HE was the problem. not them. jake had a bad habit of finding women who adored him, saw the good in him, and then did everything in his power to prove just how shitty he was. it was weird, because he was a good kid––– at O N E point. jake had been home for about thirty minutes before he was moaning and groaning in his bed about how bored he was. all of the males friends were working, on vacations, or he just didn’t feel like seeing them tonight. he had done two lines of cocaine in the last ten minutes and STILL couldn’t find himself entertained. laying on his back, jake scrolled through his contacts before coming across a name he had disregarded shortly after he got it. ‘esme.’ he remembered the smile, the tattoos, the hair. she was what he wanted right now. with a sigh, he clicked on the contact and sent a quick message reading: “ hey, got a lot of spare time tonight and don’t wanna go out, lol. super fucking sore. what i’m saying is, wanna come by ? we can hang. ” then he waited.

it’s one thing if he messes with her. silas knows the best way to get underneath esme’s skin. he can push her buttons until she’s about to break, let off, and do it all over again. it’s one of the perks of working alongside the male... or at least, he’d like to think it is. something about the other male lingering near her didn’t sit well with him. call it jealousy ( which — no, it wasn’t ) or  over-protectiveness, but he couldn’t continue to sit back and watch the exchange. esme was clearly uncomfortable, and after a few words spoken to the male, fists began flying. security was prompt to pull them out of the club, and now the male’s frame is leaning against an exterior wall with his shirt held to his face in an attempt to stop crimson from dripping. “ shit, m’sorry. i just... dude couldn’t take a hint. he wouldn’t fuck off and someone had to teach him a lesson. ”

      leaning back in the wicker - like chair , roscoe's fingers drum against the arm rests. he lifts one hand to bring the cigar up to his lips before inhaling and then letting out a cloud of smoke . this was one of the few things that kept his temper in check . “ understood . ” he says , cooly . “ but one thing that you need to understand is that i'm not just the type to bend at your will . you haven't given me a reason to even want to do that for you . so i'm going to need you to watch how you talk to me . ”

      emelia was content with being in her section with her friends . her parents hated that she had practically labeled herself as the wild child , but she couldn't help it . it was in her nature , really . this was what she was . this was what she did . what she didn't expect was for him to show up . the femme sighs , while her bodyguards practically push him away from the entry way of the section . tucking hair behind her ear , emelia moves towards the scene . “ he's fine , guys . ” she states , but doesn't let him in , just steps out and crosses her arms . “ what're you doing here ? my parents call you for damage control or something ? 'cause m'fine . i don't need you here , so you can leave . ”