How I Became A Socialite

Fighters

Wesley's fist crushes into Daniel.

I guess the four years of mixed martial arts and beating up local Porton guys helped him.

Not to be outdone Daniel retalitates, swinging his fist into Wesley's gut and pushing their fight to the floor.

When I remove myself from the daze of examining the boys fighting skills I attempt to pull apart their flying fists and seperate them. With heavy breaths and tense shoulders they try to get at each other while not hurtng me.

"STOP." 

My voice echos into the silence and I curse whatever God gave men such primal instincts.

They look at me.

"Please stop this instance. Their is no need to fight. Daniel, we need to talk. Wesley, I will handle you later."

Wesly shrugs his shoulders and gives Daniel a dirty look before exiting the room and slamming the  door.

When I am alone with Daniel I refuse to speak which allows him to fill in the gaps of our faulty relationship.

"This may not be the time, place, or setting. But I love you and I will never stop loving you. I wanted to spend my life with you and you just left. It was so fast and sudden and now I think you should come back to Ameria. Back to me. I believe that I can be what you need and I don't know how you got the cash for this apartment... but if you were with me you would have everything your heart desires," he says to me.

Now the last part sort of ticks me off. He is accusing me of being a gold digger. Which, even if I was,  I would not like for him to put it out so simple.

"So, in other words I should be with you because you have money," I spit at him.

"That is not at all what I am saying, my love."

"Well it certaintly seemed liked it. And don't call me that."

"I love you."

"Would you cut IT OUT ALREADY? You were my boyfriend. I loved you and I had feelings. I did not however want to spend my life with somebody so soon... and I am sorry that you became so obsessed with me but I cannot do this."

Daniel's breath becomes heavy and his breathing falters "I am sorry to have caused you so much pain... but I love you and I cannot change that."

And so he leans in to kiss me.

And for some reason... if it is the way his hair looks against his skin or the way his eyes brighten or the sweet sad smile on his face... 

I allow my tounge to find his.

Author's Note: I am sorry this is so short. I mainly wrote this to replace the "I am off of hiatus" chapter and so I took a bit of piece from the next chapter. 

So.... are you Team Daniel or Team Wesley?

Update Questions:

A. Do you think Wesley is interested in Emma?

B. Do you think that the plot is coming off well and do improvements need to be made?

C.Do you like  Paris or America?

D. What do you think Emma's mysterious past is? I will point out it is far more complex than the actual story of her father's death. It is more about the emotional trauma and the reconstruction of her life.

 I will point out that the whole "How I Became A Socialite" part will kick in soon.. but this Paris/America/University part is mainly showing how the characters will react to different situations. We will be emerging into more Daniel/Press/Society shortly.