Valore High

Chapter.12

Dedicated to king_nunu for being an awesome and wonderful writer.

The lock-in that year was done on an enormous ranch because it was too large to be true and secured at all the edges. All the students of Valore High were there . The ranch had well over twenty ginormous rooms and a dozen shacks where evening parties and tea parties were usually held and were the bands practiced and were what was not be named.....was.

Nobody had bought it to play like Eden Álvarez, whose family owned probably the largest ranches in all of North America. The Casa de Caballos ranch was one of many over the continent. The theme of that year was "Wild West" so everyone had flown into Tennessee just the night before via the school's very own private plane. The first lock-in themed "Celebrity Circle" was done in Hollywood, the second "The Icicle" sent all the students to Russia. Valore's lock-ins were always expensive, always epic and something out of the ordinary always happens.

The members of PLUSH nearly lost it when Mandy Vuitton had arrived separately with a truck loaded with original instruments. She put a junior at the drums, one at the guitar while a Tammy worked the keyboard. It was beautiful, it was brilliant but to the members of IT it was horrific.

Beau Lancaster hadn't made it like he promised and Gabriella Castello just couldn't bear the shame ,so neither of them showed up. Mandy went ahead to renovate a shack for her music and rehearsals.

The IT took the largest rooms for themselves, thanks to Eden of course but truth be told, everyone was treated like royalty. No way spoilt, rotten and dysfunctional kids would stay all by themselves, clean up after they made a mess or go get something if they wanted it, that wasn't how being disgustingly rich worked.
And the best part about the lock-in was you had only one chaperone to contend with.Your conscience.

Andrea and Cyrus were the only ones to drive in from Boston. Cyrus hated the idea of flying,personal reasons he told no one, not even his girlfriend. All she knew was that he was scared as hell of flying. She didn't mind riding with him but she did mind the gruesome 17hours 30 minutes drive all the way from Boston.
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With short flay skirts, thigh high boots and matching black crop tops , Andrea and Ashley stood outside Mandy Vuitton's shack. They were rehearsing and they sounded awfully good even though the IT members would rather eat grass than admit it. The show was about to start and they were going to see to it that Mandy and her choir weren't gonna be part of it.

"What's  that" Ashley asked squinting through the dark. Ashley smirked, pulling out a large glass bottle from a little duffel bag.

"It's our gasoline alternative"

"Drea we said we're gonna burn the shack not the whole ranch, why didn't you just get regular gasoline?"

Andrea sighed " because....this is original Bp top tier gasoline and trust me it's perfectly safe...eh...or not"

Ashley grinned "talk about lighting up"

"Exactly, this bad boy spreads like wild fire" she said removing the cork.

Andrea inhaled " ewww , smells like old money" she searched the duffel bag and pulled out two black hats.

Ashley gave her a puzzling look.

"Just for emphasis , we are in the West ,we should kill it Cowboy style"

Ashley rolled her eyes and placed one on her head.

They walked over to the back of the shack.

"Looking good cowgirl"

"Not so bad yourself" Ashley winked.