Jacqueline Lexington plopped back on to the small, golden mahogany bed of her "as-modest-as-it-gets-in-first-class" Etihad suite with a bowl of buttery popcorn. The suite was as big as a Saks dressing room with a mini flat screen TV and a bed with gorgeous satin sheets crammed against intricate dividers. Jac could have afforded the most biggest suite the airway had to offer but all she could think about was how ridiculous it was to stay in a plane suite that was as big as a hotel room for a two hour flight.

The "Normal" concept was starting to get to her.

"Popcorn?" She offered Blake the bowl who was lounging beside her on the ornate bed. It was obvious he wasn't trying to look like an Abercrombie & Fitch model but he looked like one anyway in his usual attire - a white T-shirt, jeans, and Converse - and his soft smile. 

The bed was clearly made for one so Jac was nearly sitting on his lap as they booted up Netflix on the mini TV and started on The Heathers - and Jac felt like tossing the popcorn bowl over the suite dividers and having wild, crazy sex like that intense scene from Scandal.

Although she couldn't imagine Blake being one for wild, crazy sex.

With a beaming grin that practically screamed 'I-worship-the-ground-your-Christian-Louboutins-walk-on,' Blake took the popcorn bowl, his hand brushing against Jac's forearm. Blake had been wearing the 'Blind Follower,' look since she kissed him back at the hotel and Jac was kind of flattered - even if she subtly wished it was another boy with sea blue eyes and dark hair giving her that look.

"You know, I'm kind of surprised you actually find popcorn edible," Blake said after stuffing a handful of popcorn in his mouth. 

Jac turned away from the screen being graced by Christian Slater's gorgeous 80s face.  "Well, what did you think I'd like?"

Blake pretended to think, chewing his popcorn thoughtfully. "Well from my experience working at a bed and breakfast for the rich, I've learned there are two types of rich people. Ones who eat Caviar  and ones who eat money for breakfast, brunch, and dinner."

"And which one did you take me for?"

"First impression?" Blake tittered as if he were about to say something worthy of a slap. "Honestly, I thought you were the one who ate Caviar for breakfast and money for brunch and dinner."

"Oh," Jac tugged at the hem of her white Rag and Bone v-neck. She knew she was a spoiled brat but it never bothered her until now. 

Blake gave a crinkle-eyed smile, handing her the popcorn bowl which Jac graciously took. "Well, you were super drunk and you happened to be attending one of those parties that are mostly known for hosting self entitled teenagers so..."

Jac nodded a little too enthusiastically. "Well to make things even, I thought you were gay." 

"And now what do you think?" Blake asked and there was something about his leer that was kind of...hot. Blake could be hot and that was news to Jac. 

She couldn't help but notice their proximity, they were so close that she could simply lean forward and kiss him. So that's what she did. Swiftly setting the butter popcorn bowl on the nearest hardwood bed stand, she kissed him. It wasn't mind blowing because Jac didn't forget where she was and she didn't magically realize the true wonders of life.

He smelled like pleather and popcorn and his lips were soft and...friendly. 

Jac broke the kiss, not surprised to see Blake giving her the, 'You-Are-Such-A-Goddess,' look and she was able to smirk through the overthinking threatening to take over her mind. "Definitely not gay." 

'But definitely a rebound,' which sucked but Jac was trying not to care.

Blake smiled into the next kiss, hands staying politely on the small of her back. What a gentleman - but Jac didn't want a gentleman. She felt like having wild, crazy sex until a flight attendant had to cautiously knock on their door to tell them the plane had landed. 

 Although she was starting to think that if she wanted her first time to be wild, crazy sex, she should have chosen Asher Donovan who kept bragging that he could "totally blow her mind" if she'd let him go all the way. He was mediocre at everything else so Jac had decided not to risk it.

'Oh well.'

Jac kissed Blake more eagerly, shifting on top of him so that she could run her fingers through his blonde hair. Apparently, Blake wasn't very good at catching the, 'I-want-to-have-wild-sex-with-you,' hints despite Jac moving his hands lower and lower and lower...

"Woah, Jac, what are you doing?" Blake sat up, bumping noses with Jac who couldn't help but scowl as she turned away. She'd completely forgotten about the mini flat screen that had been playing, The Heathers, directly from Netflix. Christian Slater was once again blessing the screen with his gorgeous face as he playfully kissed Winona Ryder.

"Jac?" Blake asked and Jac reluctantly turned to face him. Suddenly, he was the most annoying person she'd ever met and she felt like throwing herself out the plane window and falling on top of Benny's jet.

Forcing a blase smile, Jac slid to the very foot of the bed, only to stand up because the bed was far too small to get any space. "Nothing," She said nonchalantly. "I'm just tired of this movie." She calmly touched the TV screen for it to switch to the Netflix homepage, pretending to contemplate Clueless over Grey's Anatomy. 

And here she'd thought losing her virginity would be the easiest thing in the world. She knew she should have stuck with Asher Donovan or one of the Lacrosse puppets at Alabaster. At least they would have been down to their Calvin Klein boxers faster than she could say, 'Wanna get out of here?'

"It's not that I don't want to," She heard Blake say sheepishly. "It's just, well, we just started dating...if that's what we're doing."

Jac bit her bottom lip, choosing Clueless before settling down on the bed again with her bowl of popcorn. "Don't want to what?" She asked with the most straightest face she could manage, looking Blake directly in the eye. The bellboy slightly flushed.

"I believe in doing it with someone I love and-"

"You sound really cheesy right now," Jac interrupted, focusing her eyes on the nostalgic 90s music and Alicia Silverstone waking up like she was in a Youtube Morning Routine video.

"Jac, I know I'm a rebound," Blake went on."But that's okay. I'm completely fine with it."

Jac frowned, turning to see Blake wearing a rueful smile. "Why would you be okay with being a rebound?" 

"Because I can tell you've been hurt but I don't plan on doing that to you." Blake said adamantly, staring at Jac with such intensity that her bowl of popcorn almost slipped out of her hands. How hadn't she noticed how pretty his brown eyes were? They reminded her of Autumn in Manhattan, wearing big Burberry trench coats and kissing underneath wilting trees. 

She had to suck in a breath. "What makes you think promising not to be a jerk is enough?"

Blake shrugged. "I don't know. All I know is I meant what I said at the auction. I'm falling for you."

Jac tucked a lock of jet black hair behind her ear, trying to find something calm, cool, and collected to say even though she oddly felt like crying. She was supposed to be getting laid, not thinking of how incredibly sweet Blake is and how she almost felt like taking a flight to Manhattan so they could spend Spring Break in Burberry trench coats kissing underneath wilting trees.

Luckily, she didn't have to say anything because Blake stood up with an easygoing beam and headed for the smooth, cedar door. "How about I get us some more popcorn?" He suggested despite the nearly full bowl of popcorn in Jac's hand. Then he slipped out of the suite, squeezing past a woman in a large Versace jacket as he hurried down the glossy hall.

Jac tried to focus on the TV but it wasn't working so she checked her Windows phone - which she was now thinking of replacing with a handmade Vertu - and skimmed through her messages; a text from Benny asking 'where the hell was she,' a missed call from her father, and the most angriest voicemail she'd ever gotten from her mother.

"Jacqueline, you missed the entire dinner. If you're somewhere in Dubai on a stripper pole for that Felix boy, you can say goodbye to your weekly 50k allowance!" 

Jac felt satisfaction in her anger. 

After replying to Benny, she tried to focus on Cher realizing she loved her former step-brother again but her thoughts kept wandering back to Blake. Everything he'd said was the most cheesiest words she'd ever heard - but it gave her a weird feeling. A nice feeling.

Jac was about to find something else to distract her mind as Clueless wasn't cutting it when she heard an unfamiliar ringtone that sounded like the Liberty bell in its prime. She looked underneath the Mahogany sheets of the suite bed only to send Blake's outdated Samsung skidding on to the shiny, wooden floor.

She picked up the 2010 Samsung to place it gingerly on to the bed but the caller ID caught her eye; 'Tiffany.'

'Tiffany?' Why did that name sound so familiar?

Jac had an aching urge to answer but before she could even make a decision, Blake slipped back into the room, carrying two large bowls of buttery popcorn that could probably feed at least half of first class. "I know we won't be able to finish all of this before the plane lands but at least now we have snacks for the ride up to your friend's penthouse."

Jac stared at the caller ID for a millisecond before quickly handing the phone to Blake. " Tiffany wants to talk to you."She said as coolly as she could.

Blake, seeming indifferent, sat the bowls of popcorn on the lavish bed before taking his phone. He didn't give a glance to the screen, simply slipping it in his back pocket. "I'm sure it's not important," He collapsed on the bed beside her. "Speaking of Tiffany, we should look at Breakfast At Tiffanys."

Jac had to bite her tongue to keep from asking, 'Whose Tiffany?' Blake was a rebound and he hadn't won her heart over yet. Jac was certain he never would.

However, it wasn't until Breakfast at Tiffanys neared the last scene and  Blake moved so close that she could rest her head on his shoulder, that Jac realized she'd actually gone a full hour without thinking of Damon Felix.

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Jac  felt high and jovial as she took the Cosmopolitan key of the Costa's  penthouse suite and sauntered into a glossy, sleek elevator three hours after landing in Las Vegas. She felt 'happy drunk' despite not having a single glass of champagne at the hotel bar and she was starting to think she was slightly intoxicated off of the feeling of her hand in Blake's.

"I don't have to stay with you guys. I mean, I don't have much money but I'm sure I could afford a room at a motel or something." Blake said for the fiftieth time as the hotel elevator doors slowly whizzed closed, leaving them trapped with three college dudes carrying large surf boards and flashing Louis Moinet watches on their wrists. Jac could feel them staring into her back - and her ass - but she kept her eyes trained on Blake.

"Is refusing every luxury a person offers a 'normal' thing?" Jac quipped and then realized she sounded like a bitch but Blake only grinned. He looked somewhat like a puppy with his blonde hair brushed in an upward style and a faint stubble but in a hot way - a really hot way.

"No, it's actually a 'Blake' thing." He joked and while everything he said was cheesy, Jac smiled anyway.

She didn't even feel like she was pretending with Blake or that he was simply the guy of the hour to make things feel okay. She felt safe, not like she needed to have her guard up every minute in case he did something absolutely preposterous and she didn't feel like she had to hide any feelings either. Like how she kind of wanted to drag him to Benny's penthouse and watch the Las Vegas view together with Burberry pashminas and mugs of hot chocolate like it was Christmas Eve.

"Well, drop the 'Blake' thing and stop worrying about it, " Jac commanded, closing the little distance between them. He smelled like candy and E-cigarettes from the spontaneous uber ride they'd taken to the hotel with a driver who smoked and ate candy apple lollipops on his shifts - Jac had hated the ride but it had still made her feel authentic.

"If I want you to be here, they'll want you to be here." She declared."...And if I change my mind, they'll probably put your head on a pike and use it for decoration at the next rager."

Blake gawked as if he were truly frightened and Jac grinned. "I'm joking. "

The elevator doors opened soundlessly and Jac lead Blake out on to the very top floor of the large skyscraper, leaving the group of college boys who had been so busy ogling Jac that they'd missed their floor. The top floor of the Cosmopolitan hotel was reserved specifically for the large penthouse suites that were mostly occupied by glamorous socialites who lived for casinos and hook ups they'd forget in the morning. Jac's friends weren't exactly those people but they did have hook ups they couldn't remember in the morning.

They cut around a corner of the velvet carpeted, brightly lit hall, immediately finding the gold-wood door of Benny's penthouse.

"There's not a guy ready to punch me waiting inside right?" Blake asked uneasily, running a hand through his hair.

Jac didn't even flinch at being forced to think about her ex. Was that progress?

"Nope," Jac replied, unlocking the door then. "Everyone is cool, trust me." Before she could open the door, however, Blake caught her in a kiss. A quick kiss that probably only lasted a second. Jac didn't feel a spark or anything but it was nice - and it still made her feel drunk with contentment.

If she wasn't careful, she was going to forget Blake was a total rebound.

Although she was starting to think it wouldn't be bad if she did date Blake. He was nice, safe, and he had already taught her so many things she'd never learn at a school with the best education California had to offer. Now that was boyfriend material.

When Blake pulled away, Jac actually felt like she was blushing. Luckily, her naturally tanned skin wasn't giving it away.

A faint smile on her face, Jac opened the door - and was met by a loud crash!

"Jesus fucking Christ, you don't own him, Mia! He can do whatever the fuck he wants! Stop being such a control freak!" Benny Costa shouted from across the broad living room of the modern designed penthouse. Apparently, she had just hurled a ornate vase on to the shiny, coffee wood floor.

The entire scene wasn't anywhere near cool. Paisely Mont Vernon was jumping up and down on one of the white sectional sofas directly under a crystal star-shaped chandelier, a look of worry on her heart-shaped face, and stuffing Doritos in her mouth. Chris Edwards and Veronica Conrad were watching in pure amusement on the sofa across from Paisely, Veronica sitting on Chris's lap and flipping through Vogue Italia magazines she'd snagged from the center coffee table. Seth Montador, hair untidy,stood close to Benny looking as if he were ready to hold her back. Then there was Brett Richers standing awkwardly behind the English-styled bar a few feet away from Benny, the only thing between his girlfriend and his ex.

Jac tried to wonder how they'd all be perceived from the outside but she had horrible feeling they all looked like self-entitled, greedy, and downright spoiled brats dressed in the latest trends from Fashion Week.

"I'm the control freak?" Mia Matthews scoffed near the doorway. She was dressed in a Ace & Jig african-printed tank dress and bulky black Fendi platform sandals, kinky hair in a loose bun on the top of her head, and holding two magnum-sized Brut bottles bigger than her own body close to her chest. "I'm trying to help Brett get over his addiction and all you're doing is encouraging him to keep hurting himself!"

"If he wants to drink, he can drink!" Benny shouted.

"Benny is pmsing again." Veronica sing-songed and the pregnant girl shot her a nasty glare.

"Suck my ass cheeks, Veronica!"

Mia scowled. "Benny, you are so immature. No wonder Brett is so screwed up now-"

"Guys, pleaaaase be quiet," Brett suddenly exclaimed, both hands in his shaggy, blonde hair as if he were about to lose his head. "I think there's a spaceship hovering over our penthouse and I need to hear the message it's trying to send us."

An awkward silence fell over the stylish room and Jac had a feeling Blake was contemplating running down the hall screaming due to the 'What the fuck,' expression on his face.

Seth broke the silence, shaking his head. "He is so high."

Mia sniffled as if she were about to cry, shoving the gigantic bottles of champagne in Brett's hands, shrieking, "Why do I even try?" before storming up the thin, winding staircase of the penthouse. As usual, Brett quickly followed her, trying to pop open one of the bottles as he went.

With a frustrated groan, Benny kicked one of the remnants of the vase she'd destroyed before stomping out to the wide, pool balcony. Like the night before, Seth was already on her heels, calling out her name.

Jac frowned, turning to Blake. "They're usually cool - just not right now."

Blake smiled tightly as if he were secretly plotting to bail. "I bet."

"Jac, you're here!" Paisely cried, jumping off of the pearly white sofa and immediately pulling Jac into a hug. Paisely smelled like ranch thanks to the countless bags of Doritos she was devouring and a large dose of Chanel No.5, blonde hair in messy, crinkled curls down her back. "And you brought a cute boy!" She squealed.

"The guy your ex KO'd at an auction? I guess that's an upgrade." Chris sniggered, waltzing over to them then with a cynical grin that made him look like a bootleg red Cheshire cat. The Lacrosse player was clearly trying to make a fashion statement with a black checkered Armani turtleneck that was so long it might as well have been a mini dress over grey Barneys New York shorts.

Jac narrowed her eyes at the boy before gesturing to Blake who seemed utterly confused but still smiling like an idiot."This is Blake. He works at the Beverly Wilshire and he's..." 'What is he?' She was pretty sure telling her friends he was a hot guy she'd like to fuck was something she'd never live down. Although ever since that sweet moment on the plane, Jac wasn't sure if he was just the perfect candidate for a Spring Fling anymore...

So in a quick, spontaneous moment, Jac had decided. "Paisely, Chris, Veronica, I'd like to introduce you to my boyfriend, Blake."

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To: Lindsey

From: Mia

Might be coming back early. This break is a bust and I am so over Brett not getting his shit together. Guess we might still be on for cheerleading in booty shorts at the Beverly Gardens.

To: Mia

From: Lindsey

Oh so now you're talking to me again? I thought you said I was too poor for you? 

To: Lindsey

From: Mia

I never said that.

To: Mia

From: Lindsey

Guess what I heard?

To: Lindsey

From: Mia

What?

To: Mia

From: Lindsey

Tiff  spotted my boyfriend at the Cielo club in Manhattan!

She said he was all over some girl with ridiculously long hair and a butterfly tattoo on her ankle. Like all over as in making out and stuff!

To: Lindsey

From: Mia

He's in NY? Chris was telling everyone he was murdered.

To: Mia

From: Lindsey

OMG I would die if that was true! 

Tiff thinks she knows the girl. She says she's gonna dig into it.

To: Lindsey

From: Mia

OK

But for the last freaking time, Damon Felix is NOT your boyfriend.

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A/N: The second part was originally going to be in a second chapter but I figured that was dragging things out too much.