"When did that happen?" Seth Montador asked, the bright, neon lights of the XS nightclub casting shadows across his face. It was the first night of Spring Break in Las Vegas and the gorgeous nightclub with its hanging neon lights, bright aqua pools, and a dazzling dance floor was packed with celebrities, A-listers, and the occasional group of rich teenagers that had managed to sneak in with bribes and fake IDs.

They had effortlessly snagged the best VIP section in the club with lavish dark red couches, endless servings of expensive champagne, and a view of the entire club from a balcony - which Paisely nearly fell over twice because she was dancing too hard. The entire group was a mess from Veronica and Chris grinding on each other to Brett Richers stomping up and down like a child on one of the tables as Mia Matthews desperately tried to get him down - while Benny Costa seemed to watch miserably from her perch on one of the couches.

Despite the madness, Jac and her new boyfriend, Blake were still somewhere on the dance floor as if they were on their own party planet and Paisely Mont Vernon was doing what she simply loved to do; jumping up and down on couches with a magnum Moet & Chandon bottle bigger than her head unbeknownst to the fact the twentysomething group of guys across the club were ogling her because Victoria's secret could be seen every time she flitted into the air.

Paisely stopped when Seth tipsily slurred his question, bouncing slightly as she fell on to the couch beside him. She followed his gaze to the Russian beauty dancing enthusiastically to Diplo's djing along with Chris Edwards. Naturally, she was all over Chris as they stopped for only a second to pose for a Snapchat picture and while Paisely wasn't one to be jealous, she felt a tad bit envious.

Or maybe it was just liquor feelings.

"I don't know, last week he was in love with me and now he's in love with heeerrr." Paisely slurred bitterly, watching as the pair started to french kiss so seductively that she almost felt like she was watching their porno again. Chris had always been gropey and now she actually wished he was groping her instead of Veronica.

"Um, Paisely. We're sixteen. We don't know what love is." Seth pointed out. As usual, he looked adorably cute with his cheeky smile and black-white Kenzo T-shirt, glittering champagne dribbling down his chin as he took a swig of a bottle of Dom Perignon. He was adorably cute but Paisley found him sexy at the moment - although Paisely tended to find everyone sexy after a cup of alcohol.

"Ugh, I'm so miserable." Benny groaned suddenly from the couch across from them, staring blankly at her gold iPhone 6. While everyone else wore skirts and dresses, she opted out for a plain Sun & Shadow suede t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of black Nikes as if it were simply a Sunday morning. Only Paisely and Jac knew she was trying to hide her baby bump.

"Why?" Seth asked, looking genuinely concerned, his blonde hair changing hues with the neon lights above.

Benny nodded her head to Brett who was acting more fidgety than usual as he hopped off the table and snatched a champagne bottle from the hands of one of their personal servers, Mia who looked like a disco girl with her big hair quickly tearing the bottle away from him.

"If I wanted to see them all up on each other I could have just went to Mia's fucking instagram," Benny huffed before her expression completely softened. "No wonder they're together though. Mia's nicer, quieter, prettier, and soon she's gonna be more skinnier than me too."

Seth let out a somber sigh, shifting as if he wanted to leap over to the girl's side. "Don't talk like that, Benny, you're amazing."

Benny just shrugged. "Thanks but - Paisely, why are you crying?"

Paisely didn't realize she was crying until her vision blurred and she had to wipe at her eyes. Stumbling over the table between them, she practically forced Benny into a clumsy hug. "That's so sad." She had no idea Benny felt so insecure - or that her feelings were almost a mirror of hers.

Seth shifted again as if he wanted to join the hug but stayed where he was. Ever since Benny had started gushing over him, Paisely had noticed he was always so stiff when it came to being around her.

"What are you basic Beckys doing over here?" Veronica Conrad came sashaying towards them, looking more goddess-like than ever. She looked like a 90s video girl in a tight black Derek Lam miniskirt and a matching Dries Van Noten bustier with lacy long sleeves, red lipstick contrasting with the lack of color.

When Paisely had been with Chris, he'd tried to groom her to be an Erika wannabe. Apparently it was the opposite with Veronica as she still seemed to be dressing in her own personal style.

'So what had been wrong with me then?' She couldn't help but think.

"Fuck off, Veronica." Benny spat, her voice turning raspy like it did whenever she was angry - or on the brink of tears - and she flipped the orange-haired girl the bird before turning back to her phone.

"Gosh, Benny, you don't have to be so rude."

Seth gave Veronica a sheepish look. "She's not really in the mood right now."

"Nonsense, this is a club," Veronica went on without missing a beat and to Paisely's surprise, she turned to speak directly to her. "Paige, you feel like having fun right?"

Paisely tried to study her expression but all she could see was a smile and smiles were nice. Veronica had made it clear she was going to hold Erika's grudge. However, Paisely had already decided she wasn't going to sink to anyone's level. She was going to be nice and bake friendship cookies and force feed Veronica if she had to. She was not getting destroyed.

So she hopped on to the table as Diplo's 'Be Right There,' started to blare loudly in the club, picking up one of the gold Moet & Chandon bottles and handing it to Benny. "Come on, Benny, it's Spring Break."

Benny took the bottle hesitantly, swiveling it in her hands. "Paisely, you know I can't drink, right?"

Paisely felt her entire face flush underneath her tan. "Oh yeaaah, the bab-" Before she could even finish her sentence, Benny climbed on to the table, nearly throwing herself onto Paisely and knocking her words right out of her mouth.

"Okay you guys have my miserable ass on a table so this better be good." Benny shouted over the 90s disco beat.

Veronica quickly joined with a catlike smile that was almost creepy due to the neon lights that cast shadows across her face, hands swaying overhead and dancing effortlessly to the music. Paisely joined in although she suddenly felt like her mindless jumping looked silly next to Veronica's slightly erotic movement. She'd never felt self conscious about everything she did before. Even when Erika Felix had been doing everything she could to make her feel guilty about it and she couldn't quite pinpoint why Veronica was stirring those feelings.

After tugging on her arms to get her to stop glaring holes into Mia's back as she and Brett disappeared on the dance floor, Paisely finally got Benny to dance and soon, all three of the girls were dancing crazily to the music. Veronica had stopped her self-esteem-damaging movement and reverted to just jumping up and down, even grabbing Paisely hands at some moments when the chorus would get so loud that they could all feel the vibrations under their skin.

"Seth, get up here and bust a move!" Benny called, gesturing to Seth who was leaning over their VIP balcony view and practically dumping all the hundred dollar bills in his Henri Bendel out into the crowd.

He turned around. "Sorry, I can't dance! I can only make it rain!"

"Please!"

With a fake sigh, Seth trudged on to the table that seemed as if it could barely any of them, flashing the girls a rueful smile. "You guys are gonna hate me after this." Rolling his shoulders back, the Congressman's son proceeded to move his hands in a cucumber-cutting motion, bending his knees inward as if he were attempting to squat for an ass and nodding his head to the music.

"Ew," slipped out before Paisely could stop herself and she covered her mouth as Seth pretended to cry. However, despite his horrible dancing, the look on Benny's face was practically love at first sight.

They were far too busy dancing and chugging champagne bottles to notice when Chris emerged from the top balcony directly above them, shoving a random group of girls in knock off mini dresses away as he popped open a dazzlingly silver magnum bottle of Dom Perignon right over their heads. The liquid spewed out like rain, drenching them completely and they all screamed - including Seth.

"Sorry about you hair gel, Seth. Maybe you can make a stop at the salon for more." Chris called with a cackle.

Seth only glared at him. "Can you not?"

It didn't bother Paisely the slightest as the champagne ruined her perfectly crimped hair and her baby pink threaded Free People dress, giggling hysterically as she looked up at the neon lights going from blue to purple to pink above them.

Veronica made her jump when she grabbed both she and Benny's hands as Seth and Chris continued to argue with each other from different heights, looking vaguely like a high-cheek boned Ariel with her wet hair and surprisingly giddy smile. "Guys, I'm so sorry for everything I've done. I seriously am. I'm sorry about the things I said to you guys, helping Erika, the sextape," She gave Paisely an unreadable expression before turning to Benny. "I'm even sorry about those Nikes I ruined with the coffee I dropped."

"You remember that?" Benny asked, seeming impressed. "Psh, I replaced those ages ago."

"I've been a horrible friend," Veronica continued tentatively. "I wish I could tell Jac how sorry I am too. I really screwed things up with her."

"But what about Erika?" Paisely asked, her voice so pitchy she was sure that it would blend into the music. "On the jet you said-"

"Yeah, I know, I'm really sorry about that," Veronica interjected abruptly, squeezing Paisely's hand. "Honestly, Erika was kind of my only friend. All of you guys abandoned me and Erika was the only who came back. She came back so I could help her take you down so I guess it wasn't true friendship but...she was all I had and I felt alone."

Paisely's heart fell to the pit of her stomach as she looked at Veronica's morbid smile. Maybe it was the liquor but it was almost as if Veronica's pain was floating off of her face and becoming tangible. She had been alone and it had hurt her. She had lost all of her friends over a petty hookup. Paisely couldn't imagine what it felt like to go from ruling the school with her besties to hanging out with the rowdy Lacrosse players every day because she was no longer welcomed at her own table.

Tears building up in her doe blue eyes, Paisely pulled the girl into a hug, hugging her so tight that she wished she could suck out all the pain she must have felt. "It's okay, there's nothing to forgive." She murmured and she could have sworn Veronica hugged her back even tighter.

"Picture for the gram, ladies? And when I say ladies, that includes you too, Seth."

"I hate you, Chris." Seth groaned, hopping off the table.

Veronica and Paisely broke apart to see Chris waltzing towards them, Burberry-covered Windows phone in his hand as he snapped a candid picture.

"You fucker, I probably looked fat in that picture." Benny snarled.

"I wonder why." Chris sing-songed with a smirk and the half-Cherokee girl quickly fell silent.

"Fine, I'll take a more fitting picture," Chris said in a fake accent that he'd started practicing after watching French paparazzi stalk Paris Hilton into Bergdorf. "Pose for the gram, bitches, you're only getting one shot."

"You are such a meninist." Benny muttered but instantly fell on to one knee, resting an elbow on the other and tilting her head so that her raven hair fell beautifully down to her shoulders. Seth posed too, plopping down right next to Benny with a cheesy, clearly intoxicated smile that made him look like Britney Spears at meet-and-greets.

Paisely didn't have to think about her pose. Veronica slung a skinny arm around Paisely's waist, pulling her into a suggestive hug.

As cheesy as it was, Paisely missed moments like these. She missed hanging out with her complete circle of friends, the days when there wasn't any conflict and everyone just wanted to have fun. She felt like they were at their very best when they ruled Beverly Hills together.

Seth ended up kissing Benny right on the cheek as Chris took the picture, Benny so taken aback that she didn't move.

"Damn, Paige, you came out hot in this picture." Chris boasted loudly as they finally relieved the table of all their weight, flashing Paisely a quick naughty grin that would have made the jellybeans - and the alcohol - in her stomach flutter. Except this time, even completely intoxicated, Paisely didn't feel anything and she was pretty sure she never would again.

While Seth said sixteen was far too young to know what love is, Paisely was starting to think she was in love with her friends.

Or maybe that was just liquor feelings.

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The smooth transition to slowed down dubstep had Jac feeling pleasingly dizzy as she wrapped her arms around Blake's neck, focusing on the Autumn brown hue of his eyes. A few months ago, this wouldn't have been her ideal Spring Break but a lot had changed since then and now, she didn't want to be anywhere else. She was in the perfect setting; a sumptuous club full of semi-beautiful people, neon lights casting light over each face she could see and epic music for the soundtrack. Jac wasn't really big on cheesy romance but cheesy was Blake and she was starting to like it.

"Tell me something about you." Jac said. She didn't have to yell due to the low tone of the music so she could finally give her hoarse voice a rest.

Blake slightly moved away from her. "I don't think there's anything else to know. You know pretty much everything."

Jac frowned, racking through her hazy mind that was just a tad bit influenced by champagne for a good question. It didn't take her long to find one. "Be honest, did you ever date Steve?" She quickly felt annoyed with herself for bringing up Steve. She didn't want to think about the trainwreck waiting for her back home.

Blake chuckled. Even his laugh was starting to sound more attractive. "You still think I'm gay?"

Jac moved her hands down to his. They were warm and it gave her a satisfying tingling feeling. What was happening to her? "Forget I asked that question. Tell me about you. Like what is something you like or you don't like or-"

"I like bagels," Blake interrupted with a grin, the neon lights flashing over them making his pearly white teeth look purple. "Especially with cream cheese."

Jac made a face, oblivious to the attention she was subtly stealing from nearly every girl on the dance floor, as she absentmindedly played with Blake's hands. They were large which was suddenly the most sexiest thing ever. "Hmmm...what's your favorite TV show?" She was in no mood to talk about fatty bagels in the middle of a club.

"Well...I guess I like..." Blake trailed off and Jac hoped he'd say something like Game of Thrones or Pretty Little Liars. So far, she'd learned they didn't like the same breakfast. "The Walking Dead's pretty cool right now."

"Yeaah..." 'That's still on?' "What's your family like?"

"Jac, do you really think this is the time to talk about that?" Blake asked, half-shouting as a more louder track started, causing everyone who wasn't already on the dance floor to quickly leap up from their seats - or the pool.

Jac shook off her questions with a smile, kissing him quickly on the lips. "You're right, we can do that later." 'And hopefully so much more.' Jac was just about to kiss him again when Blake hurriedly whipped his Samsung out of his Target jean pocket, his grin disappearing when he saw the screen.

"What's wrong?" She asked, shifting to see what was the matter but Blake quickly recoiled, barely glancing at her.

"Uh, I'll be right back or-or something."

"Where are you going?"

"My boss is calling." He said almost dismissively, pushing through the crowds of grinders and drunk socialites.

Jac barely caught his arm. "Wait, are you in trouble?"

"It's a job thing. You wouldn't understand." Blake didn't spare her another look, ducking out the nearest ornate doors that lead out into the crisp night.

'A job thing or a girl?' Was the first thought that popped into Jac's head but she had to shake it off. Trust was something that had been nonexistent in her last relationship and while it was only day two, Jac wanted to keep trust alive this time. In fact, she wanted this relationship to be completely different.

She wanted to have things in common, she wanted to be able to spend every moment gushing over how perfect it was rather than what girl he might be thinking about when she wasn't around. Blake had the potential to be the difference she needed - or at least she was hoping so.

To calm the thoughts demanding her to storm outside and be a total bitch, Jac ordered a margarita from the glittering neon bar, ignoring the way-too-old bachelors trying to get her attention and weaving through the dancing crowd until she spotted her friends out on the club patio near the hue-changing pools filled with bikini-clad drunk people.

Paisely and Chris were feeding each other golden bottles of champagne, Paisely giggling so hysterically she was moving dangerously close to the pool.

Jac took a quick moment to try to look at them from an outside scope once more - but she still kept getting bratty, self-entitled rich kids.

"Jac, there you are, where's your cute boyfriend?" Paisely cried gleefully, loping over to her and giving her the most messiest hug possible, Jac nearly dropping her margarita.

"He had to take a call." 'But a call from who?'

"I find it fitting how you're dating the dude that got his lights punched out by your ex boyfriend,. You sure know how to pick 'em, Jac." Chris Edwards yapped as he tried to down champagne simultaneously. His fashion choices were starting to become similar to Jaden Smith with a hot pink Moschino logo shirt that could almost pass for a sweater dress.

"Are you obsessed with my dating life or something? It's all you talk about." Jac snapped calmly.

Chris only held up his occupied hands as if he'd been caught. "I admit I'm a little fascinated by your poor choice of men."

"Chris, stop it!" Paisely scolded but Jac wasn't fazed.

"Blake isn't a poor choice. You don't know anything about him." Not that she knew much either.

"Technically, he is. He's literally poor."

Jac was about to throw the redhead's remark back at his face when a splash of champagne-infused water sprayed the back of her Adrianna Papell strappy mini dress, causing her to gasp and practically fall into Chris - and then quickly move away. Chris snickered annoyingly. "Gosh, Jac, moving on already?"

Jac only narrowed her eyes. "Eat shit, Chris."

"Care to take a swim, guys?" Jac turned around to see Veronica Conrad who had stripped down to her grey Calvin Klein underwear and was hanging glamorously on a pink flamingo float, floating around drunk girls who had fallen into the champagne-infused pool still wearing their dresses.

"But what about your clothes?" Paisely asked.

Veronica shrugged. "Who cares. I can always buy more clothes."

Jac rolled her eyes. She couldn't help but feel a tad bit annoyed that Veronica had found a way on to the trip. Ever since the Damon hookup, she had sworn off any kind of contact with her. Sure, she and Damon hadn't exactly been dating so it wasn't as if she'd been Angelina Jolie'd but Jac still took it personal. Because literally anything that had to do with Damon always felt personal.

Chris made an inhuman sound that sounded like a mix between a frat boy and a hyena before practically ripping off his "sweater dress" and jumping into the pool, causing gold-blue water to sprinkle down on the partiers, some cursing as their designer dresses were ruined.

"Jac, care to join? I think I seen a purple unicorn with your name on it." Veronica purred, wrapping her arms around her blown up flamingo's long neck like she was posing with a motorcycle.

Jac gave her best poker face. "I think I'll pass." She said haughtily before moving past Paisely who was raving drunkenly about finding a pretty pink Pegasus to float on.

"Wait!" Jac heard another loud splashing of water and more intoxicated cursing behind her and Veronica caught her arm.

Jac quickly shook it off with a scowl, spinning around. "I think it's already been established that I don't like you so please stop."

Veronica held her hands up. "Okay, don't get bitchy. I just want to talk. And not like we did last time. That was so messy that I almost feel embarrassed."

Jac tried to study the girl with an insightful eye but she was too tipsy and all she kept getting was, 'Bitch.'

"Honestly, I didn't even see anything wrong with what I did but I guess I should have talked to you first," Veronica admitted sheepishly, a hand trailing from her hair to her neck. "But come on, it's not like you're with Damon anyway. You've clearly found someone way better. The blondie is hot! And when I say I hot, I mean Daddy-hot!"

Jac raised an eyebrow. "And I suppose you're planning to screw him too, right?"

Veronica gasped. "No! Look, the only guy I'm planning to screw tonight is Chris. So you can chill."

Jac hazily contemplated her words - and quickly realized how stupid the entire situation was. They had been fighting over a boy. A boy who'd cheated on her and bought her forgiveness like a weather cycle. The more Jac thought about it, the more she realized how silly she had let herself become. She was supposed to be calm, cool, and collected but she had been contradicting herself by losing a Prada heel every time he screwed up.

How petty could she get?

She had to stifle a laugh and Veronica frowned. "What?"

"Just out of curiosity, who's better?"

"Um..."

"Chris or Damon? Who's better?"

Veronica's eyes grew wide for a moment, clearly caught off guard but she relaxed into a catlike smirk. "Chris is really sloppy on main events but he's pretty amazing at the build up and that's the best part in my opinion. Damon is pretty amazing too but he totally skipped the build up which was not cool at all."

They both froze for a moment before bursting out laughing. Jac felt weird laughing with Veronica Conrad of all people but it was Spring Break a.k.a the time to tan and have spiritual transformations that you weren't going to uphold when you got back for the fun of it.

And Jac's Spring transformation was learning to not give a fuck.

So ditching her margarita, she stripped down to her dark purple Agent Provocateur underwear, not caring when a random girl swiftly stole her Adrianna Papell dress like she'd just found a million dollars in cash. She rode the purple unicorn float Veronica had suggested like a cowgirl and poured Krug champagne on Chris every time he tried to force the idea of a foursome. The thought of Blake Evans ditching her for a girl was completely past her when Chris - who was as smashed as Paisely - dared the girls to do something they would never do in a million years.

"Is that supposed to be a clever way to get a foursome out of us? Because I don't think it's happening." Jac declared loudly over the music. She was attempting to hold a rose-colored magnum bottle of Krug in one hand while she steered her float around the crowded pool with the other.

"Calm down, it's just a game," Chris snickered, floating aimlessly in the pool. "But yes, it is another clever way to suggest a foursome."

Paisely slipped off of her float that was shaped like a cow - because she just couldn't find a pretty pegasus - and disappeared underneath the blue-red water for a moment before swiftly coming up again, gasping and running a hand through her soggy blonde hair. She gave a bright smile. "Done!"

"What did you do?" Veronica asked.

"I drank pool water."

They all grimaced.

"Uh, sweetheart, don't ever do that again," Jac managed to chide.

"I don't have something I'd never do, I've already done it," Veronica said proudly, sniggering at Chris who splashed water in her face with a half-glower/half-impressed expression.

"Well, I know something Jac would never do." The redhead boasted, floating on his back as if he were lounging on a luxurious bed.

Jac was already rolling her eyes from his condescending tone. "Let you have my time? Gee, how did you know?" She replied sarcastically, resting her head on her unicorn's.

Chris ignored her, his smug smirk hardly faltering. "How exactly over are you with Damon? I bet you still leave drunk text messages on his phone when your One Direction peasant gets annoying."

"This has to do with the dare because..."

"Well, I guess it's not a dare," Chris shrugged. "It's just simply stating the fact you'll never get over that pigeon. You probably still have his number in your phone so you can call him when you need his looove-" Jac poured more champagne over the boy for the fifth time as the girls laughed but Chris, as he had been doing the entire night, opened his mouth like an alligator swooping over for a meal before swimming further down in the pool.

They already knew what was coming so the girls quickly scurried off of their floats and back on to the club patio, laughing hysterically as Chris emerged again, spitting champagne into the air like a frenzied dolphin. He splashed more water when he realized they had escaped.

"He's such a troll. I love it." Veronica giggled but Jac, while laughing her ass off, took his words into thought anyway.

He was right. She still had Damon's number on her phone under the name of 'D,' and before she was fleeing Beverly Hills for Las Vegas, she had been checking her phone every minute, hoping for some kind of follow up to the text that broke her heart - although she'd never admit it.

But now? She hadn't thought to check once.

So, when the girls came strutting back to their VIP section, Jac dug through her Rebecca Minkoff clutch for her Windows phone.

She didn't hesitate over deleting the messages. Nor the pictures. Not even when it finally came to deleting his number. In fact, all she did was swipe over the red button and went back to partying lavishly with her friends.

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Paisely Mont Vernon could swear she'd never felt so happy as she and Jac danced carelessly to the current Diplo banger, drenched from the constant champagne showers but giggling hysterically at just the vibrations the thundering music sent with every beat drop. The neon lights above flickered along with the tune of the music and with each bright moment, Paisely always seen something new. Like a couple making out passionately on the dance floor, fellow rich kids holding up bottles for pictures, or models dancing like Taylor Swift in their own VIP section. When the lights flickered brightly again, Paisely caught sight of Veronica and Chris sitting on one of the sofas, whispering in each other's ear.

The pair weren't all over each other. In fact, they were just simply sitting and Paisely quickly turned away when Veronica's eyes met hers.

"Guys!" Mia Matthews came storming up the ramp of stairs leading to their section, looking straight out of the 80s with her big, kinky hair, red glittery lipstick, and a red, flowy Trina Turk jumpsuit. Her eyeliner looked smeared as if she'd been crying."I need help! Brett has completely lost it!"

"Lost what?" Paisely asked worriedly. "Maybe we can find it for him."

"No! Like he's going crazy!" Mia exclaimed. "I tried to keep him from drinking because he was already so wasted and he just started spazzing out! I told the server not to bring him anymore drinks so he went to the bar and now he's fighting with the bartender."

"Where's Benny? Doesn't she know how to deal with that or whatever?" Veronica asked, she and Chris getting up then.

"I can't find Benny and Seth anywhere. They just disappeared." Jac explained.

Mia scowled and crossed her arms. "Of course, Benny doesn't care about Brett. She never has."

Paisely frowned. "Well, why can't we just get him a drink?" They were at a club after all and going to clubs were all about having fun - and alcohol was really fun.

"He's an alcoholic!" Mia exclaimed harshly, causing Paisely to shrink back. Usually the cheerleader was always quiet but ever since she'd started dating Brett, she'd started to speak a lot more. "And you guys clearly don't care since you brought him to a frigging club of all places!"

Chris jumped in between the girls, an obnoxious grin on his face that said he was enjoying their bickering. "Calm down, princess, let's just go fetch the crackhead."

"Crackhead?" Mia scoffed. "Are you serious? What kind of friend are you?"

"The cute one," Chris answered swiftly and then clapped his hands in the air. "Let's go bitches, we're on a witch hunt."

"We're not bitches and he's not the cute friend," Jac stated flatly as they weaved their way through the crowds of well-dressed partygoers hanging on the neon stairs that lit up in variations of colors with each step they took, spilling on to the horded dance floor.

It wasn't hard to spot Brett Richers. Not only was his infamously slurred voice booming through the club but he was standing on top of the neon red bar, a small crowd of people watching as he cussed out the poor curly-haired bartender below him.

"Duuuude, my allow-ance is worth more than your rent. I'm like fucking royalty compared to you. You should probably bow or something when you see me." He cried angrily, towering over the bartender who was pressing a bottle of Moet & Chandon to his chest.

Brett reached for the bottle and the bartender took a step back. "Sir, I'm gonna need you to get off the table."

"These peasants never fucking get it, do they?" Brett exclaimed, looking around at his audience. "Give me the bottle or I'm gonna get my Dad to sue this club. He'll win too. He owns a law firm in LA-"

"Brett, get down. You look so stupid." Chris chuckled, tugging at Brett's black-and-white Adidas sneakers. However, the sandy-blonde only shook off his grip.

"This peasant won't give me my fucking drink!" He shouted, pointing an accusing finger at the bartender who simply rolled their eyes.

"Can you remove your friend? Because if you don't, I'm going to have to call the security and that could lead to an arrest."

Paisely scoped out the club that had all but stopped as the spectacle took place and with a shy smile, she slinked over to a hot East Asian model with blonde french braids and kindly asked for his drink. "Brett, I have a drink!" Paisely cried, holding up the bottle like the last pair of Manolos at Barneys. Surely, that would fix the problem.

"Are you kidding me?" Mia cried.

Jac gingerly took the bottle out of her hands. "Sweetie, the whole point is that he doesn't get the drink."

"I don't want any drink! I want that drink!" Brett pointed another finger at the bottle in the bartender's hands. "What do you want? Money? Because I have plenty!"

"Technically, sir, you're not even supposed to be here," The bartender said matter-of-factly. "I specialize in detecting fakes and your ID was invalid." As if the man had said something triggering, Brett suddenly lunged at the bartender, literally jumping off of the table.

Like a flip had been switched, the club completely fell apart. The crowds began to disperse, pushing and shoving as everyone tried to flee to either a safe place or out of the club completely. Paisely lost sight of her friends in seconds, trying to make her way through girls trying to run on high heels and guys stumbling drunkenly around in a frenzy. However, the only friend she could see was Brett who was still punching the bartender as security and Mia Matthews tried to wrench him away.

The continuous sound of breaking glass and the bartender screaming, "Call the police!" to the top of his lungs was all Paisely could hear over the music as she was dragged to and fro by people trying to get out of the way.

She almost started to cry until she felt Veronica's hand in hers. "It's a mess at the front so go through the back! Just turn left when you get to the pools!" She shouted.

"Where are you going?" Paisely managed to ask and Veronica gestured to the top balcony where their VIP section was still in sight.

"I left my Birkin but I'll be right there."

Before Paisely could question her, Veronica hurried away. Sucking in a breath and continuously repeating the F.U.N song to calm herself, Paisely moved through the panic crowds who were trying to dodge wherever the sound of breaking glass was coming from. She wasn't even sure if it was Brett throwing the glass but all she knew was no one wanted to be around to take a hit.

She followed Veronica's instructions, ignoring the front which was like traffic in NYC as everyone made frantically for the double doors and pushed her way out to the club patio instead. Even those who had been partying in the pools were fleeing, some calling chauffeurs to pick them up because "shit was going down."

She could hear posh girls mumbling through the panic that Las Vegas had officially become 'Peasant City'.

Paisely walked at a fast pace - although she still stopped to pick up the pretty pink pegasus float she had been searching for earlier - and turned left just as Veronica said. What was left was an empty, grey hall leading to an equally grey metal door.

'Well the entrance is cuter,' Paisely joked to herself, trying to stop the tears that wanted to flow because of how scared she was.

However, when she opened the door, instead of being greeted by the cold, night air and her friends waiting in the gorgeous Costa limo they'd arrived in, she was greeted by an awfully cold room that was occupied by shelves and shelves of champagne bottles.

'Is there supposed to be a secret door?' Or was she missing something?

Before she could even turn back, the door slammed shut and she heard a sickening sound that made her stomach drop; the sound of a door locking.

"Wait!" Paisely dropped the giant pegasus float in her hands, banging her tiny fists on the door. "Someone's in here! Pleeeasse open the door!"

No one answered. All she could make out was what she thought was giggling before she heard nothing but silence. The tears spilled over then and she banged on the door harder until her fists hurt, hoping someone would hear - and then she remembered her phone!

In practically lightning speed, Paisely patted her half-naked body, only realizing too late that she'd left her Tory Burch clutch back at the VIP section - and it contained her phone.

Paisely started to sob and banged her fists on the door again, hoping she wouldn't have to be doing this all night.

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To: Jeremiah

From: Connor

Yo, yo, yo what ya doin for Spring Break?

To: Connor

From: Jeremiah

1st of all, don't ever do that again. 2nd of all, having the best week of my life. At Cape Town. Girls everywhere! Dad bought me a yacht & its not even my birthday.

To: Jeremiah

From: Connor

Lucky. Can't afford to go anywhere for break. So I'm watching boring Elizabeth Taylor movies w/ my mom. Only + is Elizabeth Taylor is hot. Still pretty hot now 2.

To: Jeremiah

From: Connor

U there? Cause I have some Felix dirt.

To: Connor

From: Jeremiah

Almost didn't reply to you. Elizabeth Taylor is dead & even if she was alive that's still gross. But what dirt do you have?

To: Jeremiah

From: Connor

Ty said he seen Damon at Kylie Jenner's mansion party. Said he was all over this super hot chick. He talked to them & the girl said she was from NY. Like Trinity School NY. 

To: Connor

From: Jeremiah

OF COURSE he's with a hot chick. He's Damon Felix. Anything else?

To: Jeremiah

From: Connor

Tiff said Erika was getting it on with a Duke From England in Paris yesterday. She said the duke is crazy about her!

To: Connor

From: Jeremiah

But Erika is gay...

To: Jeremiah

From: Connor

Hey I'd turn gay for a Duke. I'd turn gay for anybody rich to be honest.

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A/N: This chapter took forever! The Writer's Block I had to fight through for this was so hard to beat. It's not that I don't like writing this story. I have everything planned out and I know where I'm going. I just have a lot of anxiety when it comes to writing this. I feel like it has to be great and match up to the previous book and sometimes I feel like I'm completely failing and this book is a disgrace. It's gotten to the point where, while I know where I'm going, I still find it hard to write because I'm afraid of writing something horrible.

I decided to be honest because I have been having other life issues that keep me from writing but at the end of the day, my biggest setback is always this feeling of dread I get when I finally have the chance to write but I often stop myself because I get afraid.

I'm dedicating yet another chapter to rainbowbrook because she said something very important on her Ask that really struck a chord with me; 'I refuse to make writing something stressful,' (to be honest, I forgot what she said but I do know it was something like that and it ended up motivating me to just sit down and free write and push the fear back in my head )

Thank you to all who reads! I really really really appreciate it and I'd love to hear your thoughts <3