"Don't you think this is kind of crazy?"

Jacqueline Lexington stepped on to the solid platform of her father's three-million dollar speedboat. "Its perfectly fine, I promise." She called back to Blake Evans whose red Converse were still planted firmly on one of the rickety docks of Venice Beach.

Usually, she'd be gushing - in her mind, of course - over how cute he was despite his unpretentious attire; a plain white T-shirt from Target and faded Old Navy jeans that screamed, 'I'm broke.'

Somehow Blake made the poor gimmick work with his genuine brown eyes, faint stubble, and blonde hair - not that he had a choice. Blake was a bellboy for Beverly Hills' most ritziest hotel and still couldn't afford a Ferrari even if he put his entire life savings together.

Strangely, that was why Jac liked him.

Blake cautiously stepped on to the speedboat, wincing as the rigid sleek platform slightly shook under his weight.

"So...I know this isn't some trillion dollar necklace or anything but..." He smiled shyly, taking out a small black  baggie from the pocket of his jeans and handing it to Jac.

Jac smiled back , taking the bag and producing a piece of jewelry that definitely came from a secondhand hobo store. 'Maybe Walmart?'

"I saw it in this antique shop and it reminded me of you," He said softly. "Thought you could add it to your collection of things you'll never wear."

Inside the bag was a black necklace, a silver flower charm with a green emerald that matched her eyes adorning the middle.

Although Jac was pretty sure the emerald was fake, she couldn't deny it was pretty.

"I figured its better than another Losers' album," Blake joked, referring to the indie concert they'd attended on their first date. Just thinking about all that transpired weeks before however, made Jac feel nauseous. "And it just might be the first faux thing you have so yay for that, right?"

Jac found herself wanting to avoid his gaze, fingering the chain as if she were drowning in appreciation - but it was actually guilt. She hadn't asked Blake to tag along with her to an End-Of-Semester yacht party because she liked him.

While he had practically admitted he was falling for her, Jac hadn't really felt the same. Not even when they'd ditched the Spring Debutante Auction for a cheap movie date at a vintage theater to watch Batman - the 1943 version.

"Its okay if you don't like it," Blake shrugged. "Its meant to be in your never-see-the-light-of-day wardrobe anyway."

"No, I love it," She lied, slipping the necklace into her pink Valextra crossbody bag. "It just doesn't go with my outfit."

Although the charm did match her silver Sergio Rossi stilettos.

However, all thoughts of the necklace quickly went out the window when their speedboat finally eased into the crowded garage of a flashy yacht that lit up the dark ocean.

School was finally taking a hiatus for Spring Break and thus, every rich kid in a thousand mile radius had flocked to the glittering fifty-eight million dollar yacht owned by Roger Allenburg, a graduate from East Prep who was rumored to have slept with a scout to get into Yale.

The party was in full swing when they wandered up the steps that lead up to the first deck of the impressive vessel; soft white couches lined the railings overlooking the view of Venice Beach, a neon green bar lit up the deck while a large stereo blasted The Weeknd. Then there were drunk freshmen on the second deck tossing money into the ocean as if they were emptying their wallets of useless fifty dollar bills and returning college students trying to down whole magnum bottles of Moet and Chandon to forget the worries of Ivy League.

The whole party could be mistaken for a scene in a rap video bragging about money.

Blake stopped dead in his tracks, eyes scanning over the elaborate scene and Jac had to tug at his arm to snap him out of his awe.

She guided Blake through the hordes of drunk designer clad party goers, mingling with familiar faces and waving at the wannabes. As usual, going to parties felt like being a celebrity - and sometimes Jac hated it, she always knew when her name had joined the endless thread that was Alabaster Prep's infamous rumor mill.

Right now, she was certain everyone was wondering who Blake was - and why she didn't show up with her ex boyfriend, Damon Felix, or more like who he was going to show up with instead.

It was only a week ago that she'd gotten into an argument again with  Damon. Usually, they'd have made up by the third day but he hadn't even bothered to send an apology text. She had even went out to her balcony every night to "gaze up at the stars" just in case he left some sky message for her or some other extravagant gift to apologize for being an ass.

Unfortunately, she'd gotten nothing.

Since Damon wasn't going to man up and apologize, Jac decided she'd just show up fashionably late in a simple raspberry-colored Narciso Rodriguez mini dress with Blake Evans on her arm.

'Maybe he'll care now.'

"Jac!"

Jac turned to see Benny Costa, the half-Cherokee wild child of Alabaster, and Seth Montador, the blonde moral-filled son of a Congressmen - until the drinks came out -  lounging on one of the white couches against the yacht railing, Benny wielding a silver-studded water gun that was most likely filled with vodka and Seth yelling up at the top deck for freshmen, Connor Royce, to not jump off the yacht.

"The beautiful creature finally leaves her natural habitat," Benny said in a formal tone before winking. She looked like a Nike goddess in a black one-sleeve Self Portrait dress, an Egyptian pendant hanging from her neck, and Nike hightops that glowed purple when she walked.  "Where have you been? I swear no one has seen you in days."

"Hiding in my room with a box of Cheez-Its and Gossip Girl DVDs," Jac admitted sheepishly. She had almost decided not to party at all, torn between sulking in her room over fatty popcorn and episodes of Rich Kids of Beverly Hills - which should be called Rich Twenty-Six Year Olds of Beverly Hills.

She'd been in a crappy mood since the Spring Debutante Auction and not even binge eating through the Lexington's endless snack supply had made her feel any better. 

"Well you're not planning on hiding the entire break, right? My mom is finally done planning for next year's Fashion Week so you know what that means.." 

"You might actually have some quality time with your mother?" Jac guessed. While Benny was outspoken and overwhelming, Mrs. Costa wanted nothing more than to be the Princess Diana of Beverly Hills.

 "No, it means my mom is going to get tired of me being around her all the time," Benny tsked. "Which is why this is the perfect time to go vacationing in France or something!"

"We've all been to France." Seth piped up.

"Washington D.C.?"

"Isn't that city kind of boring?"

"Manhattan?"

"That city promotes pollution and I hate pigeons."

"You're such a tasteless Justin Bieber."

"How about Las Vegas?" Jac suggested and as soon as the city came to mind, she realized she hadn't been there since she was thirteen and that had been with Erika Felix and Paisely Mont Vernon; They'd successfully went club hopping with fake IDs - although they did get caught when Paisely accidentally blurted out to the bartender that she was a minor.

Benny tapped the muzzle of her designer gun against her glossed red lips. "I heard they have the best parties."

"And they don't promote pollution." Seth added as if it were such a plus.

Benny raised her gun up in the air, handing both Jac and Seth a shot of some kind alcohol off of one of the trashed tropic wood coffee tables. "Las Vegas it is?" They all clinked their weapons and cups together although in the back of Jac's mind, she was thinking of the fit her father was going to have about her going out of the city alone.

She could hear the ex-surgeon now; 'You have to be here so you can watch me suck the face off your old butler for two weeks!'

Seth tossed his cup back before making a face. "Bummer. This isn't vodka, its water."

Jac had to giggle. "Did someone really spike the shots with water?"

"Then what are they on?" Benny exclaimed, pointing out the drunk teenagers bopping their heads to a Calvin Harris track as if they were Taylor Swift at an awards show. However, her face colored when her eyes moved up to the sun deck and Jac followed her gaze to see the school's very own druggie, Brett Richers, macking on cheerleader, Mia Matthews just by one of the huge spa pools.

"Think of it this way, if this yacht crashes, they'll be the first to go flying into the ocean. "Jac offered reassuringly. It had been nearly two months since the Brett-Benny love saga yet Benny still hadn't moved on. Then again, Jac was using a poor bellboy who she knew for a fact liked her to make her own ex jealous - 'Crap!'

"Guys, I forgot to introduce you to..." Jac turned around only to see that Blake had completely disappeared and a quick scan over the glossy heads of girls four-five seconds from passing out showed no sign of him.

'Great, I'm officially a cruel bitch.'

"If you're looking for your boyfriend, he isn't here."

Chris Edwards, the most obnoxious, arrogant red-head Jac knew,  slithered up behind her, clinking his magnum sized bottle of Moet and Chandon with her own shot of vodka/water. Benny and Seth burst out laughing.

The  Lacrosse player was dressed ridiculously in a grey speedo, toned chest barely covered in a Comme Des Garcons Play polka dot crop top and a Mickey Mouse hat with the words, 'Fuck You,' in each ear.

"Who said I was looking for him?" Jac scoffed, taking her distance. Was it really that obvious?

"You make it too obvious," Chris taunted, taking Jac's glass out of her hand and tossing it back - before quickly spitting it out, spraying an innocent freshmen who shot him the bird. "What the fuck is this? Vinegar?"

"Vodka and water." Jac replied smugly.

"This might as well be toothpaste and orange juice."

"Its healthier at least." Seth shrugged before taking another gulp of his own glass.

"I don't go to parties for a healthy lifestyle."  Chris tittered and then turned to Jac as if he were getting a kick out of bothering her. "Anyway, he's not here. How do you feel about that, Ms. Lexington?"

"If you're trying to get a reaction out of me, its not working." Jac snapped, suddenly wishing there was some kind of caterer around to ask for a drink. That was one of the downsides of a teen/frat party.

"But seriously, where is he? My mom seen Mr. Felix at the country club a few days ago and he was acting like Damon doesn't even exist." Benny frowned, still eyeing her own ex on the sun deck.

Jac's heart slightly raced but she quickly calmed herself. "He probably screwed up again." Mr. Felix was always putting down his own son which had been very often lately. Maybe Damon was just grounded and was playing it safe. 

That had to be it.

In fact, Jac decided to just accept this as truth. With a forced smile now, Jac grabbed another glass of vodka/water off of the once glorious table in front of them and took a swig. "For the record, I wasn't looking for him." She said and Chris only nodded his head.

"Surrre."

"Someone said they saw him making out with Miley Cyrus at a nightclub in Malibu." Benny said matter-of-factly.

"Not true, she's not even his type." Jac found herself snapping quickly. 

"And then Tiffany Archeval told me he's dating some dutchess from Britain and actually living with her."

"Bullshit, I think the Miley Cyrus story is legit," Chris glowered, the lights of the yacht dimming as more hordes of designer-clad teenagers joined the glittering dance floor that had somehow been set up at the center of the first deck. The party was starting to remind Jac of a strip club.  "Either that or he's dead....which wouldn't be too bad."

"Wow, Chris, you're that jealous?" Jac smirked, trying to stay unfazed by all the atrocious rumors. Even if he did have some outrageous celebrity or a dutchess on his arm, why hadn't he at least tried to mend things with her first?

"Didn't you guys see Coach Carmicheal's bulletin for the Lacrosse team?" Seth asked, flipping his hair in that Justin Bieber-way of his that often had girls swooning. "He said Damon was dropped from the team, what does that say?"

Everyone fell silent  if it weren't for Jac's sun kissed skin, she'd be as pale as the moonlight above them. 

"I don't know, guys," Benny started. "Mr. Felix was acting strange....like he didn't have any kids at all."

"He probably killed Erika for kissing a girl." Chris snorted.

Seth's face colored. "Why can I see that happening? That guy is more scarier than a maxed out AmEx card." 

"Can we not mention Erika? She might actually appear." Benny groaned.

"Not gonna lie, I kind of want her to." Chris chortled.

"Aren't you dating Paisely?"

Jac suddenly couldn't bear to stand there any longer. "I'll be right back, I have to look for someone." Before anyone could speak, Jac weaved her way back through the crowd, whipping out her brand new iPhone 6s as she pushed past a group of drunk guys singing along to a club remix of Taylor Swift's 'Blank Space' .

Heart actually pounding, she sent a text to the one person that she needed but hated that she did.

'If you're purposely going MIA on me. You won. I forgive you. Happy?'

Just as the text was sent, she bumped directly into a senior waving around a Barbie bong with an oof! ,   dropping her precious Chanel-cased iPhone in the process. The phone clattered to the wooden floor, dancing Louis Vuittons and Giuseppe Zanotti sneakers kicking the phone far across the deck.

Jac wasn't big on cursing but she couldn't help but drop the F-bomb.

Keeping her eyes glued to her phone, she pushed past the drunken dancers, ignoring the greets that ricocheted around her.

However, just as she made it to her cracked phone - the Chanel case surprisingly still intact - someone else picked it up. Jac quickly hurried over, something heavy weighing on her as she looked up into the thief's face.

"I'm guessing this is yours?"

"Oh...thanks." She plucked the phone out of Blake's hand, heart plummeting even further when she realized the entire screen was cracked. 

'Whatever, iPhones are so 2010 anyway.'

She made a mental note to buy an entire Windows Phone collection.

Slipping the phone into the Valextra bag she clung tightly to, she forced a smile. "Why did you duck out back there? I wanted to introduce you to my friends." 

"I was kind of being a chicken," Blake said sheepishly. "I'm not up to getting my lights punched out again."

They both cringed at the memory. 

"I guess I'm just not used to all this." He went on, gesturing around the party.

"But you see this stuff all the time." Jac pointed out. He worked at the Beverly Wilshire in which every guest that came around at least owned a mansion.

"Yeah, but actually being apart of it is crazy."

"Crazy in a bad way?" Jac found herself asking. Ever since she'd started hanging out with Blake, she couldn't help but feel..tacky.

For the first time ever, her ridiculously expensive clothes, million dollar diamond earrings, and gigantic mansion in the heart of Beverly Hills seemed comical. For once, she truly felt like the spoiled brat people often claimed kids like her were - and she was still trying to figure out if that was a good thing.

"No, just crazy for me." Blake shrugged.

"Right because you're used to buses and McDonald's and Target." Jac grinned and then quickly gasped. She always found herself subconsciously insulting Blake and was starting to think there was a bitch somewhere inside of her that was trying to get out.

But as usual, Blake only shrugged it off. "While your buses are limos and your McDonald's is the Brighton Coffee Shop."

"Actually, nothing in my world is equivalent to McDonald's. That place is just awful - crap, sorry."

"You are becoming the most rudest person I know." Blake derided but the glint in his brown eyes told Jac he was joking. When she'd first met the bellboy, he had as much humor as Drake Bell had money. Jac liked to think she was awakening his sarcastic side.

"Dance with me?" Blake offered a hand as Rihanna's 'We Found Love,' began to blare and Jac took his hand, masking her dismay.

'Where is he?'

However midway through jumping up and down to the EDM chorus, she had her answer through a text.

'I lied. You don't mean anything to me. Just forget about us. Sorry.'

Her heart was just as cracked as her screen.

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A/N: The LUXURY reboot is finally here! I already have all three POVs completed! So I'll probably update every other day each week if possible! I have to say I feel much better about this version and I'm thinking about taking this in a different direction to really make Luxury stand on its own and not be a carbon copy of the first book. I want to thank everyone who supported me even when I basically wrote an entire book and scrapped it :p 

(I'll try to add names when I figure out how lol)