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[indent][color=15603A]"Everyone that's ANYONE is going to be at this party!"[/color] In a New York Rangers hoodie, booty shorts, and her hair wet from just getting out the shower, Beatrix screeched in protest at all who were in the Kingsley Estate and their whole goddamn neighborhood. She stood at the arch of the living room near her brother, Enemy Number One, who was watching a soccer game. Not too far from him, their parents were making their way to the front door to leave for a grand soiree, a dinner party, which likely involved tipping the scales to better her father's political position in Ohio. 

[color=15603A]"This isn't [i]fair[/i]. All because he—"[/color] Trixie grumpily gestured toward the party pooper lounging on the couch. [color=15603A]"—doesn't want to go, I can't?! Noah is there!"[/color]  

With his phone resting on his chest, Marcos' deadpan gaze was glued to the moving picture on the screen, ignoring the background noise around him. Including the whiny brat he called his sister. For more reasons than one, he refused to go to this party. Richie wasn't around anymore and Aiden was distracted, which made the trio feel non-existent. Dead in the water. The Golden Boys were now shining on their own. For better or for worse, they were on different wavelengths. And Marcos? He was alone. 

Loved for his looks but judged for his adolescence years, Marcos wanted to turn off his mind for one night. To not see a reminder of everything that was wrong with him and the reasons why he clearly wasn't perfect. This year his friends and him were supposed to make it their year, [color=15603A]their bitch[/color] as Trixie had said. Yet, all he was presented with was grief, frustration, and hate. This week felt like some cruel punishment to remind him of the past he was trying to make amends for. But... without Richie, what was the point? 

Rushing behind her parents, Trixie tried to block the door so they could give her a better explanation. The rule — if he doesn't go, you don't — was complete bullshit!  

[color=#872657]"Trixie, we said what we said."[/color] Isabel Kingsley turned to her husband, flattening the creases in his suit jacket. [color=#872657]"You have an early morning anyways. I expect you to be ready by 7."[/color] Once she brought her attention to her daughter, her dark gaze scrutinizing her child's behavior, Isabel added, [color=#872657]"There will be more parties, I'm sure."[/color] No longer giving her youngest the time of day, the matriarch of the Kingsley household opened the door, pulled her husband's coat sleeve, and with finality, she asserted, [color=#872657]"We're going to be late."[/color]   

[color=15603A]"But..."[/color] Why did Marcos' word hold more value than her's in this family? She could take care of herself and still be ready when her mom expected her to be. It wasn't her fault he met ghosts of his past and wasn't having a good time. It wasn't her fault he was a terrible kid growing up. It wasn't her fault he was choosing to be a coward to avoid his problems. Why did she have to suffer because he sucked? [color=15603A]"... I'm tired of being treated like a child. I can take care of myself."[/color]

[color=265787]"Enough."[/color] When her father finally spoke up, Trixie quickly silenced herself. Her eyes met with the floor when he finally acknowledged the situation. [color=265787]"We love you, princess, but [i]this[/i]. We don't have time for this. Now,"[/color] Pulling her daughter into an embrace, Richard kissed her forehead and gleamed at his baby girl, [color=265787]"Be good and Sunday you can choose where we go eat as a family, okay?"[/color]  

Grumbling in her father's arms, Trixie muffled in his chest, [color=15603A]"Okay."[/color] 

[color=265787]"Aw come on, we can go shopping too! Weren't you raving about this new make up line?"[/color] It was clear the man of the house would've slipped a fifty in his daughter's hand and encouraged her to go to the party, if there wasn't a hawk watching them both. There were times he couldn't resist those puppy eyes. Even if he was protective of her, she was young. Lord knows he did some stupid things when he was her age. 

Shortly after that, Isabel demanded to leave by simply saying her husband's name, [color=#872657]"Richard."[/color] With that, Mr. and Mrs. Kinglsey bid goodbye to their children and they were gone. 

Swiftly shifting her body to her brother, Trixie growled, still unhappy, but slightly validated by her father smiling at her before he left the building, [color=15603A]"I hope you're happy."[/color] 

Absentmindedly, Marcos checked his Instagram stories and snapchat to see if there were any updates, [color=B02727]"I am. Thanks for asking."[/color] While he didn't care about going, he was still curious at the success and who would be in attendance. Glancing up from his phone when his sister growled in annoyance, Marcos watched the fiery tornado, full of adrenaline and yearning, rush up the stairs. Sluggishly, he yawned and went back to staring at his phone, having replayed a friend's snapchat story a couple times, having caught sight of his ex in the background.  
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[indent]Beatrix was a smart girl so that tantrum was all an act and the moment she reached her room, closing the door behind her, she put on her Latin music playlist and started getting ready for the party. Swaying her hips from side to side, having already picked a casual denim [url=https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Dg3-MSCVAAAIzVz.jpg]ensemble[/url] and taken a shower, Trixie knew the main thing she needed to focus on was her hair and her make up. It didn't take much time until she was pleased with her look. Sending a snapchat to her best friend first, revealing that she was coming, she then opened up a message thread with an unnamed number. 

[quote][color=15603A]Sorry for the wait. 
Coming now![/color][/quote] 
Leaving her room, music still playing and lights on, Trixie tiptoed her way to the master bedroom and went to the main balcony. From a distance, she could see her savior. Without hesitation, she leapt off the ledge and grabbed ahold of a tree branch. Easing her way to the tree trunk, Trixie gradually made her way down the pear tree, dropping in front of the kitchen window. 

Freezing in place, she saw her brother walk from the living room to the fridge, his back facing her. Stepping back, her foot cracked a branch in half, which caused her brother to turn and look outside. She was quick to shield herself with the tree. After counting the seconds in her head, she peaked to see her brother, who was now making himself cereal. Since he was distracted, she used this opportunity to silently scurry to the side gate. Instead of putting the code in to open it, she slipped her small frame between the bars and before she knew it she was running to a black [url=https://imgur.com/hG3bceR]SUV[/url]. 

Finding herself in the passenger seat, buckling up, Trixie glanced over at the oh-so-handsome [url=https://imgur.com/skCJYuj]Winston[/url] that Miki called her Butler and had a moment where her heart indeed did skip a beat. It was unfair how hot this man was... [color=15603A]"I can't thank you enough, Winston."[/color]   

[b]"It's no trouble at all, Ms. Kingsley,"[/b] Winston said with a smile, starting the SUV up. As he drove off, Trixie had to take a moment to look away from him and fan herself. Well mannered, good looking, if only he was younger, then she would [i]eagerly[/i] go after him.[/indent]

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[indent]After waving Winston goodbye, thanking him once more for being amazing at his job and how she was so jealous of Miki for having him, Trixie turned to the party and became a girl on a mission. She was fashionably late and needed to catch up with everyone, but first... she decided to scout the party, see what it had to offer, and maybe, just maybe, see if she could find anyone she knew, especially Olivia. She could do without seeing Noah. 

In a matter of minutes, Trixie found herself walking past the pool and looking around with impish excitement. There was so much going on already which made it hard for her to focus on one thing. There was a couple making out in the pool, people devouring burgers, a boy outjumping others in the bouncy house, and glowing lights everywhere. 

This week was a wild ride, with a variety of interesting personalities, but it wasn't as bad as she thought it was going to be. After the initial shock on the first day, Trixie started observing the community that Rosefell was. They felt like a family and she loved that. To be honest, this was a perfect way to end the week. A party that could connect the two worlds. Perhaps that was the optimist in her, but she wanted to believe this merge was going to be a good thing. 

Having just missed her friends, Miki and Jackson, probably for the best because of the bitchfest that had just transpired, the short, very short (4'9"), Liberty High Junior shuffled her way through the crowd to the drink table where there was Mr. Goliath and what Trixie assumed was his lady. The self-proclaimed Queen. Both faces she recognized from this week. They were [b]the[/b] popular kids of Rosefell and as someone who liked knowing [i]things[/i], especially a thing or two about the school she was getting transferred to, Trixie prioritized knowing the power players. Research was crucial in her desired field, but also needed to survive the thunderdome that was high school. 

Clearly, there was tension radiating from these two. Hopefully, she wasn't interrupting something [i]private[/i], [color=15603A]"Excuse me! Hi."[/color] The punch bowl was being blocked by the big guy and she didn't want to rudely reach over him or the woman that looked like she could claw just about anyone right now, [color=15603A]"Is the punch good? I just got here so... I'm a bit behind."[/color] Completely and utterly sober kind of behind. [color=15603A]"The name's Trixie. Well, Beatrix, really. I think you're Melissa, right? and you, DeShawn? Please correct me if I'm wrong! I think you both have some classes with my brother."[/color]
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