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[color=darkgray][indent][indent][indent][color=#BF225D][i]What the fuck just happened…[/i][/color][/indent]
For a moment, Ariana simply stood there, struggling to believe how quickly everything had crashed and burned right before her tear-filled eyes. To any onlooker with brief knowledge of the situation, this might look like yet another occasion of the school’s playgirl toying with a guy just for kicks and her own amusement. The truth, however, was different from what they would expect. There was a reason as to why Ariana had freaked out when confronted with the proposition of commitment-- and it wasn’t just the shock of how unexpectedly it had been. Looking back on it, Max had gone about it in a really sweet, considering way. But how could she have explained the reasoning behind her unexpected, less than desirable reaction when the words simply eluded her?

The girl wanted to call out to Max, to follow him, to stop him in his tracks and explain herself, but was seemingly frozen on the spot. Her legs refused to move, her jaw was tightly locked with panic, and her voice was stuck in her throat. All she could do was feel her heart breaking as she watched Max’s face fall in disappointment, step away and defeatedly retreat back into the safety of the ballroom after his failed attempt at officializing things with her.

When she was finally able to regain movement, Ariana immediately pressed her back and leaned her head against the nearest wall. She shut her eyes tightly and took deep, shaky breaths as her body trembled, fighting against the overwhelming desire to become a sobbing mess right then and there. She [i]certainly[/i] had every reason to. Her remaining friends with benefits relationship was more than likely over for good, she had broken the lacrosse captain’s heart, and her mood was so shot that even the prospect of taking Jasper’s virginity later that night wasn’t appealing anymore. Hell, she didn’t even [i]want[/i] to sleep with anyone anymore. All Ariana wanted was to cry on her best friend’s lap, stuff her face with ice cream, curl up under the covers with her and spend the rest of the night with the one person who not only had her back and didn’t judge her, but who also understood.

She needed to find Chrissie before her head would explode.

Finally, Ariana’s shimmering eyelids fluttered open, and the brunette stepped away from the wall. She took a few more, slightly calmer breaths before dabbing away any moisture from her under eyes, squaring her shoulders and sauntering back into the ballroom. Once inside, the young woman’s hazel eyes darted around the room, frantically trying to find her best friend for some much needed reassurance and moral support. However, what she saw only served to put her in an even worse mood: Danielle Kennedy, deep in conversation with Jasper and giving him [i]the eyes[/i]. 

Whatever progress Ariana had made in getting ahold of herself was gone as quickly as it had arrived. Sure, the brunette had been polite and friendly to Max’s cousin, but that didn’t even begin to excuse this behavior. It’s not that she was [i]jealous[/i], but more that she was worried about her reputation. How would it look like if this nobody came out of nowhere and blatantly stole [i]her[/i] date in front of her whole class?! It was enough that she’d totally made herself look like an asshole with the lacrosse captain she’d been screwing since the semester started. But to imagine [i]the[/i] Ariana Mossos getting snubbed by a new girl and getting away with it… It was a scene the Palm Beach princess wouldn’t allow to happen.

Scowling, Ariana stormed in their direction, her heels angrily clicking against the floor. She was just seconds away from putting this newbie in her place when she collided hard with a tall, willowy figure in a short, pink velvet dress. Thankfully for the both of them, the figure in question was none other than the one person the young woman needed the most: her beloved drama queen best friend.

[color=#BF225D]“Oh my God, Peaches, I’m so glad it’s you!”[/color] Ariana exclaimed, wrapping Chrissie into a tight hug. [color=#BF225D]“Something’s happened with Max and I don’t know what the hell to do anymore.”[/color][/indent][/indent][/color]