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Ryan

"I told you she's psycho. She was tied up and screaming at her siblings." Ann was telling Bruce what happened as he was daydreaming about Amelia while I ignored them.

I still have heat rushing up till my ears, like. What I saw in her eyes was nervousness and defeat. She looked so tired. I must say that her sister and she look no where alike. Man. I was lost.

Her brother looked at me weirdly , for a second I thought he was checking me out so I just chose to ignore him.Julian got pissed when Amelia greeted me. Like that anger. Damn.

" Why are they letting a maniac like her in the party ?" Ann asks another one of her stupid questions. How annoying.

" Um... cuz she's gonna own all this in a few years. Like , that's not even a question worth asking Annabelle."

" I get all that but she's retarded."Retard was a strong word to use. Very strong.
She didn't even do anything crazy. I really don't get it , retarded people are suffering, they've problems, the world is judging them and people just go along using the term as a profanity. It's wrong. And no matter how many times I tell this to Ann she'll never understand.

"Okay, okay fine. Forget it. The team has arrived and you guys gotta get ready. There's hardly any time." Ray says.

" Ooh Yeah! I'll be able to talk to Arnold now. He's so so so hot. I wanted to greet him but that bitch's face just made me howl even more."

Howl? She looked like the fucking devil with that anger sprouting of her face.

"Okay Annabelle , we get it. Please head towards room 4 on the 3rd floor. Your staff is there." Ray was getting impatient.

" Okay. Meet you dicks in the venue." Saying this she picks her bag and goes.

" As well as for you too," Ray gives his creepy smile,"Let's head towards the salon."

Wait, what.

Julian

She looked good. Like she always does but she looked elegant for the first time. Obviously I wouldn't tell this to her as she just couldn't stop scowling at her reflection in the mirror.

" Why does it have to be long- sleeved ?"

"Because of the rope marks."

"Well that's your fault. So, let's not go this time. Maybe next time." She pleads.

I roll my eyes in disgust and look at my own reflection in the mirror. Yeah, I maybe skinny but I have skills, certain skills to get things done.

I look at her again and realise , I hate my sister so much .I am so done with her. She has everything and all she's getting is a bit more responsibility and she's running away again and again.Fuck you bitch. 

I check my reflection for the last time in the mirror and smile. I am going to get Ryan Hamilton with my looks today.That was a given. I seriously needed a fuckworthy time with someone as the last few weeks have been boring and when I saw him I went dayuuuuuuuuuumn,
he was blisteringly hot. Funny, how he thought I was scared by his marks, I was practically drooling and would have taken him there itself if not for stupid-stupid John who HAD to interfere.

Well, tonight would be good. I knew it.

Amelia

How many times can a person look at themselves in a mirror ?Jules had been looking at herself since the past one hour and now she's not even looking my way, that is,she stopped giving me her stupid glares.

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