REMEMBER ME SAYING THAT MARIO HOPES to get through dinner without being noticed by his parents? Yeah.... that didn't work. Without turning around, he can hear Natalia loudly point him out to their companions for the evening. Can she not?
"And here's where this evening goes to shit. Mario, she's coming over here."
Mario's blue eyes widen and he makes a move to bolt to the restroom but doesn't get very far. Autumn looks at him, that look saying that it's not worth it to even try to go anywhere.
"Mario, honey. What are you doing here? You never said that you were going to be at this restaurant with your friends."
Mario sits back down in his seat. "I didn't bring up where I was going.... and if I remember correctly, you didn't either."
Mario Senior comes over to retrieve his wife, much to the groups' happiness and leads them to their table.... located on the other side of the restaurant. Maybe now, Mario Junior can breathe. That damn blazer gave him up. He says as much once they leave.
"Oh, sure. Blame the blazer."
Their phones all vibrate at the same time. All of them are willing to bet it's another fucking blast from Socialites Elite. It is. What's up with all the blasts? They've been back at school for one day! They never receive this many alerts in one day.
"Alright, this many alerts. Something's up."
NEW ALERT FROM SOCIALITES ELITE
Aurora shrugs and sets her phone on the table. "I don't feel an ounce of sympathy for that bitch. Everything that she's ever gotten caught up in is her damn fault. No one told her ass to start instigating every situation. Minding everyone's business but her own."
Justin chuckles and digs into his meal, far too hungry to care about anything related to Jasmine Copeland. Two minutes later, his phone vibrates in his pocket. It's a message from the rat herself. He stares at the device in complete bewilderment. "Why is she texting me?"
"Who?" Aurora asks, grey eyes narrowing.
"Jasmine's trick ass. Who the hell is she trying to sue?"
Aurora takes the phone from him, skims through the message, and laughs. "A lawsuit. All eight of us. Does she not know who the hell she's fucking with? I'm going to countersue. We've dealt with her bullshit for years. Countless rumors, the neverending attempts to turn us against each other."
"It sounds like you have a plan."
Indeed she does. Aurora isn't the queen of Los Angeles Prep for nothing. She's always got a revenge plan wedged up her sleeve.
"Oh, shit she does. Time for another takedown."
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FOOTBALL FIELD
9:56 AM"I'M THROWING A PARTY TO CELEBRATE to celebrate the first week of school and our impending win," Caleb Donahue says. "You and your friends should come."
"Cool," Aurora says, not bothering to remove her gaze from the poster she's struggling to tape up. It was lavender and with a picture of Justin, Mario, Kingsley, and Brandon surrounding a football on it. "Instead of standing there talking about fuck knows what, tape this up for me." She and the girls were almost finished taping signs in the LAPA section of the field for the upcoming game next month.
Caleb goes to puts a hand on her waist which she slaps away. Is he not aware that four of his teammates, Aurora's boyfriend, and friends, are approaching them looking like they were going to beat the living shit of him?
"Sure, babe." Caleb reaches for the roll of duct tape in her hands. "This means you'll owe me a favor."
"First of all. I have a boyfriend. It's Justin... your captain. Second of all, I don't owe your hoe ass anything. Just put the poster up before I throttle you."
Justin shoves Caleb back. "The only thing she'll be owing you is a long overdue kick to your fucking balls." Justin has always hated Caleb. Aurora doesn't mind, really. Caleb is a fucking creep.
"Watch it, Winchester," Caleb snaps, regaining his balance. "I was just making some friendly conversation."
"Friendly.... my ass. Miss me with that shit."
Aurora rolls her eyes at Caleb's annoying ass. "Can one of y'all hang this up for me, please?" Wordlessly, Mario grabs the tape from her hands and motions for Kingsley to hold the sign steady.
"Looks to me like she doesn't need your help anymore." Justin crosses his arms. "I'd appreciate it if you'd kindly fuck off."
"Whatever," Caleb growls. He turns to Aurora and mutters, "I'll see you later," before walking away.
"You won't but okay. I hate his bitch ass. I'm minding my business, trying to put this damn poster up. He comes up to me, talking about some party he's throwing on Friday night."
Justin wraps his arms around her waist from behind, nipping at her neck.
"His parties are trashy anyway. Nothing but weed, booze, and sex. The parties we host are better than that. They're actually enjoyable." Brandon says with a shake of his head. "Someone walk to the coffee kiosk with me. I forgot to get some this morning. My parents kept me pinned to the damn dining room chair, lecturing me about taking over the company after I graduate."
Adrianna stands up and sanitizes her hands. "I'll go. After dealing with Camille's incessant comments about my weight yet again, I'm in serious need of something sweet."
They walk off at the same exact time Alyssa and the Untouchables saunter onto the field.
"Oh shit. Hell no. Absolutely not. Nope. No way. They better not come over here. I will fucking riot. Yesterday was too much. I refuse to deal with that shit."
Too fucking late, Wellington. Too late.
Kingsley covers Mario's mouth in the middle of the latter's rant. "Thank you for that, Mario. Due to your loud ass voice, they're coming over here."
"Damn it! You know what, just knock me on my ass right now. I'll punch my own self in the mouth." He's going off bout to rant again when Alyssa walks up behind him.
"Well hello everyone."
Mario groans loudly, causing the group to smack him and the other girls to look at him in confusion.
"Mario, you need to shut the fuck up!"
"Rude."
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A GOLDEN EMPIRE
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