LUXURY

＂Ｓａｍｅ Ｇａｍｅ， Ｄｉｆｆｅｒｅｎｔ Ｔｅｒｒｉｔｏｒｙ＂(3/3)

"When did that happen?" Seth Montador asked, the bright, neon lights of the XS nightclub casting shadows across his face. It was the first night of Spring Break in Las Vegas and the gorgeous nightclub with its hanging neon lights, bright aqua pools, and a dazzling dance floor was packed with celebrities, A-listers, and the occasional group of rich teenagers that had managed to sneak in with bribes and fake IDs.

They had effortlessly snagged the best VIP section in the club with lavish dark red couches, endless servings of expensive champagne, and a view of the entire club from a balcony - which Paisely nearly fell over twice because she was dancing too hard. The entire group was a mess from Veronica and Chris grinding on each other to Brett Richers stomping up and down like a child on one of the tables as Mia Matthews desperately tried to get him down - while Benny Costa seemed to watch miserably from her perch on one of the couches.

Despite the madness, Jac and her new boyfriend, Blake were still somewhere on the dance floor as if they were on their own party planet and Paisely Mont Vernon was doing what she simply loved to do; jumping up and down on couches with a magnum Moet & Chandon bottle bigger than her head unbeknownst to the fact the twentysomething group of guys across the club were ogling her because Victoria's secret could be seen every time she flitted into the air.

Paisely stopped when Seth tipsily slurred his question, bouncing slightly as she fell on to the couch beside him. She followed his gaze to the Russian beauty dancing enthusiastically to Diplo's djing along with Chris Edwards. Naturally, she was all over Chris as they stopped for only a second to pose for a Snapchat picture and while Paisely wasn't one to be jealous, she felt a tad bit envious.

Or maybe it was just liquor feelings.

"I don't know, last week he was in love with me and now he's in love with heeerrr." Paisely slurred bitterly, watching as the pair started to french kiss so seductively that she almost felt like she was watching their porno again. Chris had always been gropey and now she actually wished he was groping her instead of Veronica.

"Um, Paisely. We're sixteen. We don't know what love is." Seth pointed out. As usual, he looked adorably cute with his cheeky smile and black-white Kenzo T-shirt, glittering champagne dribbling down his chin as he took a swig of a bottle of Dom Perignon. He was adorably cute but Paisley found him sexy at the moment - although Paisely tended to find everyone sexy after a cup of alcohol.

"Ugh, I'm so miserable." Benny groaned suddenly from the couch across from them, staring blankly at her gold iPhone 6. While everyone else wore skirts and dresses, she opted out for a plain Sun & Shadow suede t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of black Nikes as if it were simply a Sunday morning. Only Paisely and Jac knew she was trying to hide her baby bump.

"Why?" Seth asked, looking genuinely concerned, his blonde hair changing hues with the neon lights above.

Benny nodded her head to Brett who was acting more fidgety than usual as he hopped off the table and snatched a champagne bottle from the hands of one of their personal servers, Mia who looked like a disco girl with her big hair quickly tearing the bottle away from him.

"If I wanted to see them all up on each other I could have just went to Mia's fucking instagram," Benny huffed before her expression completely softened. "No wonder they're together though. Mia's nicer, quieter, prettier, and soon she's gonna be more skinnier than me too."

Seth let out a somber sigh, shifting as if he wanted to leap over to the girl's side. "Don't talk like that, Benny, you're amazing."

Benny just shrugged. "Thanks but - Paisely, why are you crying?"

Paisely didn't realize she was crying until her vision blurred and she had to wipe at her eyes. Stumbling over the table between them, she practically forced Benny into a clumsy hug. "That's so sad." She had no idea Benny felt so insecure - or that her feelings were almost a mirror of hers.