LUXURY

＂ Ｔｈｅ Ｙａｃｈｔ Ｐａｒｔｙ Ｆａｉｌ ＂ (3/3)

Erika Felix did not feel like Erika Felix.

In fact, she felt like she'd just went to sleep on top of the world and woken up as...a reject - and the new revelation was too hard to bear.

Despite the fact Benny Costa had just barfed all over Mia Matthews - who was still screeching as if she were being murdered - no one tore their eyes away from the spectacle taking place on the first deck; all watching both girls intently.

Paisely, looking very and annoyingly Paisely in a blue-and-white striped Missoni Mare tank dress, blonde hair in beach waves bordering her heart-shaped face as she took a cautious step forward. "I-I didn't think you'd show up..."

There were several snickers but Erika felt so numb, she was starting to feel pins and needles all over her body despite the baggy Moschino pajama set she was wearing - then the realization that she'd actually come to an elite teen party in her pajamas after a disastrous downfall made her feel practically nonexistent.

For the entire week after her demise, she'd stayed holed up in her room - mostly because her strict father couldn't stand the sight of her face - throwing up her meals every time the maid brought her something fatty to eat like dinner.

Then she finally decided she couldn't take thoughts of what the world was like after Erika Felix's death and decided to see it for herself, dragging herself out of bed in the middle of the night like a Moschino-clad zombie.

Sadly, the world seemed to be doing just fine without her. It even looked like they skipped the grieving period.

"So you all had a party and didn't invite me?" Erika snapped, scanning over her old, adoring peers with what she thought was a glare. However, everything about her was brittle faux silver ever since the auction. Her glares couldn't even compete with a cat's uncomfortable stare.

There was a series of whispers but Erika could barely hear them.

"And...you were invited?" She went on incredulously. "You over me?"

Paisely shifted her weight from one foot to the other, staring at the wooden floor as if it were going to tell her exactly what to say. ""Well...its-its not my party so-"

"You over me? When I'm a thousand times better and you're....incompetent!"

Paisely frowned. "What does incompetent mean?"

Someone opened their mouth to answer and quickly clamped it shut when Erika turned her hazel "glare" their way. However from the hanging jaws and giggles, she probably looked everything but fierce.

Paisely took another cautious step forward then. "Erika, are you okay? Do you need a drink or-or a bag of chips or something?" From the adorable twinkle in Paisely's blue eyes, it was obvious she was being genuine - but Erika couldn't get past the fact she was surrounded by her admirers, in an outfit better than her pajamas, and on top of that, she'd made sure to take her douche-bag cover boyfriend too.

"Do you really think a bag of chips is going to change anything?" Erika found herself exclaiming. "You're not the prissy little princess you want everyone to think you are," Paisely's eyes widened but Erika was already turning to the crowd. "She's a poser! This was all just a plan to ruin my life! That picture doesn't represent me, I'm-I'm not like that."

However, just the feeling of kissing Paisely reminded her otherwise but if it meant falling out of her father's graces and losing her throne among her peers, she didn't want the feeling - and the annoying good girl that came with it.

Yet no one batted a lash at her mini outburst despite the fact this was the part where everyone was supposed to see Paisely and Chris for what they were and throw them off the yacht.