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[right][hr][color=gray][b]Palm Beach, Florida[/b]
October 6th, 2018[/color][hr][/right]
[indent][color=FFB6C1]“What the actual fuck?”[/color] 

The words had almost left her like clockwork as the blonde-haired girl expressed a look of confusion and rage on the steps to her front door. 

Despite her thoughts on Diablo, Mara was fully ready to swallow her pride (and pool of hatred) for the “greater good”. The greater good meaning her future academic prospects, of course. If the school board hadn’t put a bullseye on every student for their imbecilic experiment she wouldn’t have even considered the idea in the first place. Hell, without the interference of her own friends she probably wouldn’t have even graced the event with any sort of “proper” appearance. But she had foolishly admitted to Victoire that she had little experience with dress shopping and some of the other finer points. Hell, she wasn’t even a big fan of dances; she thought them a waste of her very precious time. And what did she get exactly from Diablo for all of her patience?

Being made a [i]mockery[/i] of before she was even out of the door.

[color=FFB6C1]“Motherfucker.”[/color] She mouthed as she let out a frustrated sigh as she stomped toward the three car garage attached to her parent's house, shuffling through her handbag for her keys as she did so. 

Mara had been willing to play nice with Diablo for the night for the sole reason that both of them had been put in an uncompromisingly shitty situation they didn't want to be in, but after this? That deal was off. Fortunately, she didn’t need to rely on anybody but herself; a fact of life she was already rather accustomed to. Mara only needed Mara and she was sure glad she was raised with the idea that everyone else was incompetent. If she hadn’t she would’ve probably been right fucked because Diablo wanted to act like a pompous impatient diva.

As she got in her 2011 Porsche Cayenne she pulled out her phone as she put her handbag in the passenger seat. Angrily typing to a text to Vic about how well her night was going already. The words “TFW your date ditches you before you can get out the front door.” couldn’t have been typed any faster. When that was done she groaned again to clear her anxieties as she turned the key and took off for the dance she had been forced to attend. Out of all the ways this night could have gone she couldn’t have imagined this was the way it was going to go. But given her knowledge of Diablo and his reckless, selfish, egotistical behavior? She should have.

But even Mara made miscalculations.
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