𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞 | machine gun kelly

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A/N:

the song for this chapter has me </3 and <3 all at the same time. The Veils are everythingg to me, I love them so much. Listen to it while you read?<3 Also you guys, if you have a scene idea or a plotline idea for this book, anything you want to see in the future chapters, feel free to leave me a dm on insta. I'm planning for future chapters in a notebook, so I'll put in everything you want me to! Right now, it's all fun and games before the trigger warnings come into play again [possibly right after this chap]. statuesque serves drama after all<3

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Davina Martinez's pov;

I HEARD HIM BID HIS FRIENDS GOODBYE for the night. In the subtle darkness of his room, I could hear words thrumming through the floors, travelling all the way up from the ground floor towards me, dull and murmury-a reflection of how tired and potentially drunk everyone had gotten.

The carpeted floor of his room was slightly warm underneath my bare feet, as I had changed out of my dress and heels and into my silk sleeping attire, my loose silk robe wrapped around my frame as I listened to the sounds in the night.

I had extricated myself from the little party, once the dancing had ended and everyone had drawn into a circle to talk the talk of those who were highly drunk and situations of their past and presents that I had never been a part of.

Colson had leaned back on the sofa, and was content with the talking and responding as he had pulled me onto his lap, his eyes half lidded as he heard his friends mention people and errands.

The only sober of us all were only Valerie and me, both of us alight with possibility of our new plans and endeavors, casting anticipated glances at each other as no one else could pin point or cared enough to know what was going on in our minds.

It was then, when I realized that she and I were different. We were used to crowds that were entirely different. We were used to parties that were.. not like this one. The backgrounds that we knew of partying were always after runway parties. They were sophisticated and uptight and demanded that your dignity be upheld in everything you said or did, which eliminated the leisure of getting yourself drunk. Not that I ever really drank any way.

In my time with Whittall, there were no parties for me, so this one was my first in a long while, even though Colson had just intended for this to be a get together of sorts.

So of course, Valerie and I had nothing to say and nothing to add. I hadn't ever really paid any sort of attention to her when we were at the House of Z, but it was strange, finding out now that despite me not doing so, the place we had worked for and worked at, had made us both similar in ways that such things often did-only we didn't realize that early enough.

For Colson and his friends, it was the same, and that was why they had a lot to say and a lot to add in this mutual backdrop that they had known with consistency.

Valerie had then plucked up her resolve, her mind possibly gushing with everything that we needed to do come morning, and turned to tell Jus that she had better go home, after which he had persuaded her to stay longer. She had insisted, so he had gotten up with a sigh, claiming that he would take her even though she said several times that she can go on her own.

There was dedication in Jus' manner. He was clearly enamored with her. But Valerie, not so. She had only one thing on her mind, and Jus was nothing to her. That realization was anything but sad to me.

To me, it was intriguing, it was shocking in a fanciful way. People changed so much that their own change wasn't much visible to them, only to be seen and marveled at by other people. I had been the same, changing so much in the course of two years and yet feeling nothing different when thrust back-except I wasn't sure if anyone was marveling at that fact. Connor was too young to realize such a thing, and I didn't have the courage to ask Colson, and my mother and brother were long dead.