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At the ripe hour of 10:30 the party going on at the Cheng mansion was still at full swing. Although the chandeliers had been dimmed to match the scenery outside and the music coming out of the invisible speakers were undoubtedly classical
It was still a party in the eyes of these white teeth teens, because everywhere there was alcohol and the endless supply of youthful chatter was the feeling of freedom in their hearts
After all, the adults had quietly retreated to the second ballroom to give their children some space
But only the smart ones like Logan Carlton knew that they'll never have space. Not in this lifetime and not ever, as long as they were trust fund babies with their futures carved out before they were even thought of
It was really something out of a Disney movie to her, besides the fact that there were no happy endings for anyone
only the good die young
A term that seemed to mean nothing short of its true meaning down the streets of West Lake Village. Because unlike most places, the people here understood what it's like to be young and in love and have the person you love so much murdered at your doorstep
They knew exactly what it felt like to run away and again be captured with a ransom above your head and nothing else to feed on but the nauseating iron of your blood
That's why there were no good ones left. It's a real life case of natural selection, where only the people that can survive in this ludicrous world are able to stay alive to form an even more vicious breed of inane beings, who take upon themselves values, preachings and families
Just so they can pretend they know the first thing about starting their own life while to the few sane creatures left they were just the replacements of their ancestors. Almost like an insignificant family heirloom
Those were the sickly thoughts going through Logan's mind as she took another swing of her whisky
If her father was here, he'll be giving her yet another lecture on how to be well mannered in front of the public eye. But he wasn't here. Rather he was locked up somewhere in prison doing time for his very well known mannerisms to the public eye
"You know you shouldn't be doing that here" The one and only Byron Van Coven whispered into her ear with his own fingers holding what seemed to be just a mere glass of champagne
But Logan knew better
"Have any better suggestions?" she scowled without even sparing him a glance
She knew exactly what he was going to say before he even thought to say it, or at least that's what she liked to think
"How about the guest room on the second floor. Just you and me" He didn't have to wink or do anything relatively flirtatious. It was all in his words of silky entitlement that gave him the leverage he possessed
"Right now my Johnnie Walker bottle seems a tad bit more promising. No offence though" She shrugged him off with the last ounce of fight she had left in her shuddering little body
"No offence taken. How about you bring your bottle along and I bring a little something of my own?" He rose an eyebrow in her direction
Byron knew from birth never to beg even for the finest of enigmas that was Logan Carlton. He just left that appalling sign of weakness for the peasants
"Sounds like a deal" she grinned for the first time that day as she hooked her elbow with the exclusive ones of Byron as they trudged up the stairs side by side
Everyone was staring at them, because they all knew one thing
Nothing good ever came out of these types of unions
Mostly ones that consist of self-entitled callousing gods and unethical princesses with a mouth full of secrets
As they entered the room Logan had become so well accustomed to seeing over the past four years, she couldn't help but feel a bit melancholic
This was going to be her last hookup at the Chengs Resumption Gala
Logan didn't want it to end as quickly as the rest, so all of a sudden she was bolting the door and removing Byron's suit in a haze of nothingness
And before she could even count one thousand, the deed was done. Once again like a signed treaty; quickly but with everlasting meaning
"You haven't changed much have you?" he asked with a thumb tracing her chest
"Says the guy whose been a pain in the ass to the entire student body since he entered middle school" she chuckled
"I'll believe it only when they say it to my face"
"You're kidding right? You think those people actually like you?" she asked with a look of incredulity plastered on her face
"That's where you're wrong. I don't care if they like me" he replied tucking her hair behind her ear in a moment of tranquility
"So you only care about us?"
Us as in Charlie, Cora and Logan
"Don't mistake what I have with you guys as anything more than comradeship" he said before planting a kiss to her forehead and deeming the conversation over
On that beautiful note the king and the queen descended the stairs again, looking nothing less than perfect even after the sins they had both just committed
Upon seeing that the pair was back from their rendezvousing, Cora scurried up to them with Charlie at her side feeling less like toad in the presence of her beautiful friends
"While the both of you were doing whatever you always do in my guestrooms, I was out digging" Cora stated as their paths collided
"There's a new guy" was all Charlie said as Cora continued
"But we literally have nothing about him apart from the fact that he flew in here from some unknown location yesterday"
"What's his name" Logan asked not seeing the reason why this new kid that nobody knew was getting more attention than he deserved
"Lucas Heisenberg" Charlie stated keeping firm eye contact with Byron who for the first time in decades winced
"Heisenberg. His father is into oil right?" Logan asked trying to keep up with the conversation to no avail
"Oh that family is known for more things than oil" Byron remarked as he stormed off with a pack of cigarettes suddenly materializing in his hands
Leaving everyone else pondering on what could have made a god like him so angry
