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Chapter 2- Macaroon Talk

"MOM," Fallon moans, pulling on her mother's arm as she tries pulling her daughter out of the car.

"Fallon, stop embarrassing me". Her mother grits out, tightening her grip on Fallon's arm. Fallon winces, and steps out of the car and onto the concrete driveway. As her head raises, she squints trying to avoid the glaring sun beams. Covering the scorching sun's gaze with her hand, only then is she able to admire the architecture of the Dubois house.

Not a house. She's not even sure if she can call it a mansion. Whatever it is, it's truly mind boggling how people are able to have houses that are almost as tall as the palm trees that guard it, while others have to huddle under one for shelter. Beverly Hills truly lays out the red carpet for all of its inhabitants.

Fallon knows she isn't one to talk, but she can't help herself to think that the daughter she has been hearing raves about it just as spoiled as all of these rich skinny bitches.

"Come on, come on. We mustn't keep our guests waiting." Fallon smirks at her mother's words. Only Rebecca Carter would refer the host of a party she was invited to as a guest.

Placing her arm in her mother's, they walk to the front door. Fallon braces herself for what is to come.

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     Fallon couldn't have prepared any better for what the party held for her.

As she walks from table to table, surveying the food and the guests, she feels their pompous auras and their stares on her. She is the odd one out. The puzzle piece that doesn't fit. The black sheep.

Her mom left her to socialize with several lost friends, or to meet some new ones to add to her book. Either or, Fallon is left alone once again.

She pulls a cupcake from a white cupcake holder up to her eye, staring down the blue icing, before she shoves it in her mouth. She chews on the soft bread and the cool icing, moving her gaze to watch the guests. She catches two girls whispering to each other, staring at her as they whisper behind their hands. Only when Fallon raises her eyebrow and looks them up and down do they look away with angered expressions.

As she wipes away the crumbs from her mouth, she spots a girl staring down a soda can. Fallon tilts her head, waiting to see what drink the girl will pick. When a minute passes, and the girl is still standing there, Fallon walks over and pretends to be analyzing the choices. As she does so, she lets her eyes wander to the girl's figure.

She wears a short white summer dress. It stops right below her knees, and has pink flowers that grace the bottom trim of the dress. Her hair is wavy and pinned with a single white clip, and she has white heels. A single golden cross lays against her chest, and Fallon wants to trace it with her fingers.

Bored out of her mind, she inches closer to the girl.

"Hey, are you gonna take something? If not, could you move?" The girl jumps, before she turns her head to stare at Fallon. She rolls her eyes, and grabs a green macaroon.

"Like that one episode of Gossip Girl. Remember?" Fallon asks, raising the macaroon in the air. Either the girl has no interest in teen drama shows, or she's deaf. No response comes, and Fallon only bites into the macaroon as she stares back at the girl.

"What's your name?" Fallon asks, lowering the macaroon. She focuses on the way the girl bites her lip, gnawing on the dead skin. Fallon cringes slightly and takes another bite to cover it.

"Mary-Anne. Though everyone usually calls me Mary." The girl's voice is soft, Angel like almost. Fallon smirks, and raises her empty hand. Mary accepts her offer and shakes her hand.

"Nice to meet you, Mary. Such a nice name. I'm Fallon." Mary only nods, turning back to the displays of food and drinks organized in a manner that only someone with an interior design degree would do.

Mary opens her mouth to speak, but a shrill ringer interrupts her. Fallon digs in her pocket and pulls out her phone.

"Hello?" She answers, bringing the phone to her ear. She catches Mary's stare, to which Fallon winks at her, causing Mary to look away. She sees her tan skin starting to turn pink.

"Come over to the kitchen. Natalie wants to meet some of her friends." Fallon rolls her eyes. Of course her mother brought her here to socialize and to ensure relationships for the future. And what better way than to show off your beautiful daughter?

"Sure mum." Fallon says, her voice dry and low. She hangs up, and steps even closer to Mary.

Well, I'd love to stay, but my mom says I'm leaving now. Hope I see you soon, Mary- Anne." Fallon puckers her lips making it look like she's kissing the air. She does it twice before turning around and walking away. As she walks away, she hears Mary let out a breathe she knows she was holding for the entirety of that conversation.

Fallon smirks as she nears the entrance of the kitchen.

Too easy.