SUPER RICH KIDS

paparazzi

Warnings: Mentions of smoking, mentions of sex and bad language.
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Clove couldn't help but cough slightly, she'd long ago become accustomed to the cloud of smoke that often surrounded her, but on occasion struggled— Especially when the heaviest smokers went at it at the same time. Becoming accustomed was something that came along with being affiliated with the smokers of the group, most notably, Cato, Johanna, Gale, Marvel and Glimmer. Glimmer, Clove reckoned, was the least worst for the smoking she only ever really took a couple of drags whenever Marvel smoked which wasn't often either. Clove would say Johanna was next after Glimmer and Marvel, she was a frequent smoker and often got in trouble in school, for smoking on school grounds— However, she wasn't the only person who'd been reprimanded for that offence. Cato Hadley was particularly bad for smoking, and didn't discriminate when it came to the habit, as he particularly took a proclivity to joints. However Gale Hawthorne was easily the worst of them all, he carried cigars basically everywhere he went, and smoked them anywhere he wanted. This wasn't helped by the fact that the Hawthorne family were particularly entitled, and got away with a lot more than the regular family would be able to get away with: This meant that he was permitted to smoke in a lot of areas, were smoking was prohibited.

"Sorry Clover." Cato mumbled with a wide smirk, using his hand to swat the potent smoke out of her face. "I can take it outside."

"Don't stop on my account." She said with a lopsided smirk.

"I didn't say i'd stop." He said, tapping the top of his cigarette. "I said I can take it outside."

"Well don't worry about it." She said with a sigh. Clove could feel a headache brewing, it truthfully had been a while since she'd last been to a lounge. Gale loved them and as a result the entire crew often frequented one, especially whenever it was his turn to decide what they did on a Friday night. However, Gale's last couple of Friday's had been spent working, usually business meetings that couldn't be rescheduled, so the Friday he was available had been weeks later. "I was thinking of heading off anyways." She added.

"Already?" Glimmer said, glancing down at her watch. "It's only just hit one."

"I know." Clove sighed standing up, "But I can feel a headache brewing, and besides—" She said, throwing on her fur jacket. "I have a press conference in the morning. Daddy and grandfather want me to try clear up this whole— "

"Snuff film debacle?" Johanna asked with a wide smile.

"It wasn't a snuff film." Clove said with a roll of her eyes, as she began moving out of the booth they'd spend the majority of the night in.

"Sure." She quipped, with a patronising smile, as exhaled the smoke she'd only just inhaled.

"You know," Clove sighed, growing increasingly frustrated with her friend's frequent, ill-timed and rather facetious jokes, "You may find this difficult to understand Johanna, but people do, and are allowed to have sex. So I don't know why It's such a big deal when I do it." She said somewhat angrily, drawing a frown from her friend who'd since put out her cigarette. "Goodnight everyone." Clover added before grabbing her purse, swiftly heading for the exit.

When arriving in the car park, Clove's heels were no longer the only set of footsteps that could be heard. It was often Clove left functions alone due to the fact that: One, she was a woman. Two, she was an incredibly small woman with little to no upper body strength. Three, she was an incredibly small woman with little to no upper body strength, who just also happened to be filthy rich and four, she lived in a world were there were sick and twisted bastards out to get people exactly like herself. That's why her heart rate rapidly up, when she heard the extra set of footsteps grow increasingly quicker.