𝐄𝐂𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 || RAFE CAMERON

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Gianna's mouth hung agape as she watched JJ Maybank get escorted- scratch that, get dragged out of the Country Club.

"I really appreciate the discretion, Daryl." The security guard held a firm grip on his two arms. "It's okay, everybody! Do not panic. Leave it to the men and women in uniform!" He exclaimed obnoxiously as he clapped his hands together.

And if there were people who still hadn't noticed the events taking place at that moment, JJs comment on Rose Cameron looking like Lady Liberty certainly had caught their attention.

Gianna stood by Marisa and Amelia in silence, quickly exchanging short glances with each of the two girls beside her.

Kiara Carrera then suddenly made her presence known as she stepped up and boomed to the crowd, "let go of him!"

Amelia winced. "Ooh, this ought to be good." She rubbed her hands together.

"You can't just boot him!" The curly haired girl exclaimed, both her parents clearly embarrassed at her protest as they tried to make her back down.

But it was as if their words went through her ear and out the other.

The security guard had a perplexed look painted across his face. "Excuse me, ma'am?"

Meanwhile, Rafe and Nate held in their laughs a few feet away from the four girls, yet their not-so-subtle snickers could still be heard.

"I invited him here," Kiara pointed out. "I'm a member of this club."

With the girls final words, JJ shoved the guard off of him, making the man tip over and fall against multiple other people surrounding them.

Gianna still kept her brows knitted together as she heard JJ say something about a "mandatory power hour". Clearly, she didn't know what it was.

She watched as the four rebellious teens ran off into the beach, disappearing into the darkness the night brought.

"Well," Marisa cleared her throat. "That was extremely entertaining."

Like a flash of light, Tiffany appeared next to the girls, dumping the contents of her Chanel clutch on the circular tall table the three were huddled at.

Multiple mini bottles of various sorts of alcohol were scattered on the small table, along with a lipgloss, Porsche keys, a compact mirror, tampons and gum.

"Why do you have a condom in your bag?" Gianna asked.

Oh, and a couple watermelon flavored male contraceptives.

"You never know who you might meet. Besides, it's better to be safe than sorry." She shrugged. "Anyways, drink up, ladies! But drink up discreetly, i'm pretty sure that security guard is on to me."

Amelia didn't have to be told twice as she already downed the bottle of Red Label whiskey, grimacing at the strong taste.

"Where did you even get this?" Marisa questioned, skeptically eyeing the mountain of booze in front of her.

"While everyone was focused on that whole JJ guy fiasco, I snuck behind the bar and got these out of the mini fridge. Easy peasy."

Gianna bit her bottom lip, her gaze switching between the alcohol on the table, her friends, and her mother, who stood multiple feet away from her with her seventh champagne flute in her hand.

Katherine spoke unnecessarily and unpleasantly loud when she was past tipsy, and whenever someone told her to just keep her voice down, she'd act like it was the end of the world.