Royals: Next Generation

Chapter 11

Loriana POV

I rolled my eyes for the billionth time as I tried to block out Hannah and her boyfriend...or what ever they are. She's been on the phone for the past hour, making me question why she even told me to come over.

My dad ended my punishment yesterday because ever since Rodney talked to me, about 4 days ago, I've been much better when it comes to doing what I know I'm suppose to do, and staying out of trouble.

I've been steady trying to talk Rodney out of this whole Jean Association thing because even I know that once you're in, you can't get out. I've heard stories and shit. Of course, Rodney hasn't listened and today is the last day of his trial. He's survived the whole week so that I'm thankful for.

"Oh my god! Guess what?" Hannah squealed. I sighed and looked over at her, waiting for her to continue.

"So, Josh just told me that he got the hook up at a club tonight and he wants me to go with him. You HAVE to go!" She said. I sighed and shook my head, thinking about what Rodney said. He wouldn't be happy if I even considered it.

"I can't. I have to catch up on some shows tonight with my mom. She's in bed rest right now so I don't want her to be lonely." I said coming up with an excuse.

"I'm pretty sure she won't miss you to much. She's going to be sleeping most likely. I don't plan on staying for a while and Josh is picking us up." She said.

"If he's driving then you'll be staying for a while. Have fun I guess." I said then shrugged.

"Come on Loriana, please! You're not gonna get in trouble. Just tell your dad that you're sleeping over my house and there you go. Pleas Lori, I can't go without you." She begged. I groaned and threw my head back against her pillow.

"I hate you." I mumbled.

"I love you! Thanks baby." She squealed, hopping off the bed and going into her closet.

I hate that I'm so damn soft hearted. All it took was for her to beg me. What the hell do I look like going to the club? All I know is that if anybody finds out, my ass is getting shipped to like Haiti to stay with my moms family. I sure as hell don't want that. They're fucking crazy. Like, think of my grandfather times 20.

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I stepped out of Josh's car and pulled my skirt up a little bit because it folded down. I kept it clean and simple with an olive body con skirt that went down over my knees, a white long sleeved crop top, a gold statement necklace, and black pumps. I put barely any makeup on my face and just kept my curly hair down.

I'm really not feeling this right now and when we approached the club my heart totally sunk and I just want to go home at this point.

"You fucking set me up Hannah. Are you serious right now!" I screamed.

She took me to the club that my dad owns. Out of all the places in Chicago she decides to come here. Don't even get me started with the amount of Paparazzi standing in the front. One picture of me and I bet you money the next day will be on TMZ "Mario Ramirez daughter gone wild?" All that fabricated bullshit.

"I didn't even know which club we were gonna be going to. But this place is always lit so we will have fun. Let loose a little bit Loriana."

"I can't let loose Hannah. Everybody that works here knows me and they are all trying to save their job so they will tell me father. I don't think you get how serious this is." I stressed.

"Chill out lil bit. You're killing the vibe." Josh complained. Who's mans is this?

"No nigga. Take my ass home right now. This is total bullshit." I said. I folded my arms across my chest, not planning on moving.