"What happened... the night before the tour Rose?"
"I can't tell you, dammit, you know that!"
A book that teaches you:
Friendships don't last forever
Bitches can have reason for being bitches
Secrets are kept at all costs
The meaning of sex & sexual...
A/N I would like to take a moment to say Skye is not me and was not written after me at all! We're polar opposites. I do however love her character.
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Chapter 6: I Introduce to You, Skye Mari Ryder...Have Fun
As Rose's Volkswagen van pulls up to the gate surrounding Skye's billionaire mansion, she thinks of what she is going to say. She didn't exactly make a planned outline on the ride over, she merely jammed out to rock music and swayed to the beat of the music while singing loudly. Not a pretty sight, though Rose can sing, she wasn't trying. She's alone in her car, so why perform when there's no need? She is free to have fun without pressure of an audience. She belted out lyrics offbeat, out of tune, and the wrong key purposefully, blowing off steam to get herself relaxed for what is coming next. A chit chats with her least favorite person in the world, Skye Mari Ryder.
She's a spoiled brat, permitted to do whatever the hell she wants, without her parents giving a damn. They used to just want the dirty deeds kept out of the public eye, for the sake of her family reputation, but it seems they've given up on even that. Skye's plastered on magazine after magazine constantly at parties, in short dresses, with wine beer vodka whatever really, and boys and girls falling all over her.
"SKYE!" Rose screams at the top of her legs. Her arms reach as far as possible to hit the gray button next to their fancy gate. She feels like a monkey reaching for fruit high up in a tree. After a few stressful minutes, she is finally successful in hitting it and a voice comes out of the speaker asking who Rose is.
"Rose Young," She says speaking loud and clear, but then grumbles quiet enough for only herself to hear, "She better let me in. Maybe I should have borrowed another name."
The speakers reply isn't verbal; instead, the black gate opens up and Rose pulls up into the driveway. Before she even stop her car, Skye is standing with the white door open, her thin fingers wrapped around the golden handle. Considering it is Skye's house, it's probably made out of actual gold.
"I knew you'd show up. I just wasn't expecting you this soon." Skye spoke with a chuckle following her words, "I haven't even had the chance to unpack, or shower for that matter."
"I won't be bothering you for long."
"Oh Rosie, with you it's never a bother!" Skye gives Rose a wink before squeezing her in a hug, pressuring the escape of all of the air from Rose's precious lungs. "Did you stop by to see the pictures? I got quite a bunch. I met a guy, goes to school for photography. You simply must see the photographs he took! The quality of them is truly amazing."
"Are they nudes? Count me out." Rose shoves Skye away from her body, somewhat rudely, but Skye's unexpectedly sweet behavior baffles her. It is, however, a relief of Skye's destroying her life in school. That was just hell.
