LUXURY

＂ Ｔｈｅ Ｙａｃｈｔ Ｐａｒｔｙ Ｆａｉｌ ＂ (2/3)

"Hey! It'd be nice if you stopped canoodling in the bathroom! People have to pee out here!"

"Oh gosh, they really do hate me."  Paisely Mont Vernon found herself gasping in horror, quickly popping another chip in her mouth before stuffing her Family Sized bag of Ranch Doritos into her baby pink Micheal Kors satchel bag.

Usually, Paisely wouldn't be hiding in a bathroom while a raging party was going on just beyond the door. However, when everyone most likely thought of her as a backstabbing bitch who threw her friend under the bus with "scandalous" pictures - even if that said friend posted her scandalous pictures on a international news site - not even a world's worth supply of Ranch Doritos could get her to appear.

Unfortunately, she'd forgotten drunk people usually means a long line for the bathroom.

Not even casting another glance at her reflection in the mirror - because knowing how you look could either make or break a cheery night - Paisely took a deep breath, preparing herself for dirty looks equivalent to her mother's when she chose a soda over FitTea, and then opened the door of the bathroom.

"Oh, Paisely! Its just you! Thank fucking-" Before Benny Costa could even finish her sentence, she was barfing on the wooden tiled floor of the yacht's main saloon and Paisely breathed a sigh of relief that she was completely alone before quickly rushing to the raven-haired girl's aid.

"Um, I thought when you hurl, icky green stuff is supposed to come out."  Paisely said, patting the girl's back and moving locks of her shoulder-length crimped hair away from her face.

"I feel like I need to throw up but nothing's happening." Benny groaned before getting up and dusting off the hem of her dress that showed off her skinny, athletic frame. Despite her flawless long lashes and deep red lips, she still looked like a sickly warrior princess.

So Paisely took out her bag of chips again and nudged them towards Benny. "When in doubt, eat a chip, right?" Although she had already spent an entire hour stuffing her face with chips and felt like she was going to be the one to hurl from anxiety.

Benny, without hesitation, took the entire bag. "I knew I could count on you to bring real food. All this shitty party has is fake vodka and weed for snacks," She stopped midway in a chip train that lead straight to her mouth, peering up at Paisely then. "Are you okay?"

Paisely blinked to realize she was on the verge of crying and suddenly all she could hear was that sad dog commercial theme song, 'In The Arms Of An Angel,' which usually meant she was about to turn into a major crybaby. "Does everyone hate me now?"

Benny leaned back with a tsk! "No, why would you even think that?"

"Because of the-"

"Paige, everyone thinks you're awesome," She exclaimed. "You're literally our savior, trust me." 

Despite Benny's confidence, Paisely still couldn't help but feel weary. After the Spring Debutante Auction in which she publicly humiliated Erika Felix, Alabaster's former It Girl, with a picture of them kissing, she felt like the most meanest girl on the planet. Sure, Erika had done countless evil things to her like vandalizing her mansion during a rager, taking the guys she liked, and posting embarrassing pictures of her on Huffington Post but Paisely still felt horrible getting her "revenge."

She kept replaying the kiss over again in her head and wondering what if she had called off the whole plan. Would Erika have changed her ways?

Something told Paisely that was just as likely as Gucci becoming a five dollar-oriented brand.

Benny finished the bag of doritos quickly, tossing them into the nearest trashcan and yanking Paisely by the arm. "Come on, Jesus, your disciples are waiting."