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[color=brown][i]Nah, you don't know me
Lightning above and a fire below me
You cannot catch me, cannot hold me
You cannot stop, much less control me[/i][/color]
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[indent]Marisol Castillo had spent the hours between getting out of school and sundown at the beach, filling in the minutes with all the surfing she had been prevented from doing because of [i]classes[/i] -ugh. The sun had been in full display, and she didn’t bother with reapplying her sunscreen after the first time. So, being the pale-ass bitch that she was, she earned herself a nice sun[i]burn[/i] instead of a sun[i]tan[/i]. Mentally cursing her own stupidity, the brunette had arrived home to go straight to the bathroom for a cold shower and then lather herself with cooling aloe vera gel in attempts to soothe her skin. And this was why, whereas most members of King’s Academy’s senior class were either getting ready for or making their arrivals to the grand party of that arrogant asshole Santiago Fernandez, Little Miss Misfit was [i]not[/i] one of them. Instead, the pajama-clad young woman was chilling with her brothers in [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/c6/37/ca/c637ca9d74100380fb7fcc1daafe186a--movie-rooms-tv-rooms.jpg]the den of their home[/url], cereal bowl in hand and a marathon of Rick and Morty playing on the theater screen. Her green eyes were glued to the screen as she munched on her cereal happily, doing her best to ignore the hot, slightly burning sensation on her red-tinged skin. 

The pinging of her celphone distracted her from the show, and a glaring Mari looked down to see a message on the screen:

[indent]From: Thor Jr.
[color=darkorange][i]I'm in my parking lot. Be here in 10 minutes.[/i][/color][/indent]

[i][color=brown]“Well [b]shit[/b].”[/color][/i] Marisol muttered under her breath, letting out a deep sigh and grimacing. Guess Sonny had decided to go to the stupid party in the end… And there was no way in [i]Hell[/i] she was going to let him go with [i]Stella[/i] or - even worse - some [i]other[/i] chick. No, sir. Not on her watch.

[color=gold]“What?”[/color] her older brother Mac Jr asked, not taking his eyes from Morty getting into some shit.

His sister stood up and handed him her finished cereal bowl, which earned her a noise of protest from Mac Jr. [color=brown]“Would you mind taking that for the kitchen for me? I’ve gotta go get ready. Son’s picking me up for the Diablo party.”[/color]

[color=gold]“And you can’t take it yourself?”[/color] Mac Jr complained, watching Mari heading for the door. 

The girl shook her head. [color=brown]“Nope. That’d be valuable time wasted.”[/color]

[color=cornflowerblue]“I thought you said you weren’t going,”[/color] Marcus called out after her, a curious eyebrow raised at his big sister. He'd seen the name on the screen, after all.

From her place at the door frame, Marisol turned around just long enough to shrug and simply say [color=brown]“Duty calls,”[/color] before rushing off to her bedroom.

Truth be told, Mari had very few reasons to go to this party. For starters, the [i]lovely[/i] hosts of this [i]wonderful[/i] affair were at the top of her Shit List. The self-appointed Devil of Crowns was nothing more than a piece of shit manwhore who lived in delusions of grandeur. Meanwhile, his dumbass ‘best friend’ - or so they said - wasn’t much better. Mari knew firsthand that April Foster was a damn fake who pretended to be someone she was not. And how was the young woman so sure and certain of her accusations? Because she’d known April for years, all thanks to the close relationship Mr. Foster shared with her uncle Dante. Up next was Sonny’s [i]other[/i] best friend Stella, who Sol just [i]knew[/i] would probably stick to him like glue and basically cockblock any chance of a Fourth of July encore. [i]Then[/i] there was the monumental attempts that would have to be made to rip Archer away from his precious books… 

But, in the end, the promise of a party - no matter who was behind it - with her friends on their last year together was much too good of an opportunity to pass up.

The brunette ripped her closet doors open, picked out the first things she saw and quickly put them on: a black bikini under [url=https://scontent-atl3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/25550408_1267387060029729_5289829245708014435_n.jpg?_nc_cat=0&oh=2b7d34d0464fed56eb0789356e7ad3d9&oe=5BFB9CF9]a black, sleeveless Adidas crop top; light-washed, high-waisted shorts[/url]; a pair of Adidas sneakers and an oversized camo jacket. On her way out, she grabbed her cherry lip balm, her cellphone and house keys, and made it out to the front door just in time to see Sonny’s truck pulling into the driveway. Wasting no time, Marisol opened the passenger door and jumped to her seat, buckling up her seat belt before turning to her best friend with a grin

[color=brown]“You ready to fuck this shit up?”[/color] she asked him, slowly rubbing her hands together.[/indent]