LUXURY

＂ Ｇｏｏｄ Ｇｉｒｌ Ｇｏｎｅ Ｂａｄ ＂(2/4)

One word to describe how Jac Lexington was feeling? Drained. Drained from running around in her black - and soggy - Gianvito Rossi heels, drained from all the phone calls she had to ignore from her mother, drained from catching taxi after taxi to check hotel after hotel for Paisely, drained from repeatedly trying to get a hold of Benny Costa, and drained from holding in cold, salty tears that didn't threaten her water-proof Kevyn Aucoin mascara but did threaten her calm, cool, collected demeanor.

She didn't have to hold it together for the cab driver - a balding man who kept playings songs from the 60s on his Spotify playlist - but she forced back the tears anyway because she needed to hold it together for herself. If she started to cry over a bellboy who constantly looked as if Target had thrown up on him on a pleather cushioned seat in a cab, then that meant that she, Jacqueline Lexington, was a facade. That she was as nonexistent as her mother's pregnancy. That she was waving around the 'calm, cool, collected,' image because she was everything but.

That like everything else in her world, she was fake.

Running a hand through her jet black hair, Jac tried not to lean her head against the tinted window of the dingy cab, the bright lights of Las Vegas still shining despite the fact it was six a.m in the morning. Jac had literally stayed out from nine in the night to the very next day and the lack of beauty sleep was taking its toll. When she wasn't holding in tears whilst searching for an adorable blonde, she was struggling to keep her emerald green eyes open.

As a punctual soon-to-be Valedictorian, Jac had absolutely made it her life's mission to catch her beauty sleep - only a night of hot-tubbing with Damon Felix being the exception but new exceptions were meant to be made and old ways to be broken.

Broken old ways such as not melting into Damon's arms as soon as sweet talk danced off of his tongue.

Jac tried to sit up straighter, focusing her sleepy eyes on the bright ambiance of her cracked Windows phone. She'd cracked the phone when she'd bumped into her ex and now a gigantic jagged crack slashed across the screen and strangely, the crack was comforting. Almost like some kind of battle scar from calmly, coolly, and collectedly severing all her silly emotions from Damon. For once, she could proudly say his sea, blue eyes probably wouldn't make her weak in her cross-country-bred knees and that thought made it slightly easier to hold in her tears.

Now all she had to do was calmly, coolly, and collectedly get over Blake, the Target-clad bellboy.

Scrolling through her messages, and ignoring the ones from Jeffrey Lexington, Jac breathed a sigh of relief, when she saw a text from Chris Edwards - a feeling she hardly ever had with Chris Edwards.

'Found the lost princess....still looking for new personality.'

The text was sent exactly three hours ago which meant she had been running around Las Vegas, drained from lack of sleep, for no reason!

Scowling, Jac calmly told the balding cab driver to turn around from the route to the Four Seasons and head straight for Benny Costa's Cosmopolitan penthouse. Just the thought of getting home and washing off the champagne from the XS club before practically drowning in the soft, cashmere sheets of her claimed guest room forced every bit of H20 back into Jac's sockets.

Calm, cool, collected Jacqueline Lexington was back and ready to calmly, coolly, and collectedly take her soggy ass to bed and cry there where not even her pride could see her.

When the cab pulled up in front of the tall, skyscraper Cosmopolitan that still managed to look neon and lively even in the early morning light of seven a.m, Jac tipped the balding driver 500 dollars - suggesting he buy a wig for the bald spots - and then strutted through the sea of opulent crowds already energized to start another day of sunny Spring Break, past a group of girls in matching Flagpole Swim bikinis, and into the first elevator that welcomed her with a whiz of its metal doors.