Altered Tundra

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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Crooked Young - An Altered Lies Production

@Dirty Pretty Lies Then who is she? :O

Crooked Young - An Altered Lies Production

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Florence kept a blank expression on Audrey as she gave the typical(ALexandros’ words) Audrey wrathful rant. Alex did say she’d resort to nastiness when confronted. He did say that. And yet, like everything with Audrey, Florence was disappointed. She was in the presence of the woman who had been reportedly seen with the man that she claimed to be into. You would think that, given her reputation to blow up on those who threatened what she claimed as hers(see Janice’s current residence with the Los Angeles Penitentiary), she would’ve done something more violent. But of course, as Florence looked over her shoulder, seeing Audrey rush off in a fit of anger, she let out a sigh. Maybe she wasn’t pushed far enough yet.

When she was done fixing her hair and making sure it was all to her unreasonably high standards, Florence would step out of the bathroom. As she would, Alexandros was waiting for her just outside the door, looking at her. “So did it work?”

“I suppose.” Florence hummed thoughtfully.

“What does that mean?”

“Well, she took the bait, but--”

“But?”

“It was disappointing to say the least. You sure she’s as into as you said she was?”

“Trust me, she is. If not for Osama junior, we wouldn't be doing this.”

“Right,” FLorence ignored the pettiness in Alexandros’ voice, “well then, I guess it’s time to go to our class. I’ll do some plotting. Until then, try to keep a low profile, yeah?”

Alex gave her a slight shrug and made his way to his class and Florence did to hers. She found his lack of seriousness in going with the plan a bit disconcerting. It was as if he wasn’t taking it as serious as she was. If he didn’t change that, it might not go as according to plan, which was not going to fly by her. Florence did not return to Beverly Hills to have it been for nothing. If Alex wasn’t going to take this serious, then she’ll have to double-down to make up for his lax approach.

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Every class felt like an absolute bore. At the rate it was going, Alexandros was regretting coming back. At least, back in Greece at the private island that his family owned, he would have something to do -something way more exciting than sitting in English, waiting for the lunch bell to sound off. Instead, he has to listen to boring old Mr. Tomers talk about Beowulf and all of the great things he did. It didn’t help that partners were assigned, and Alexandros was placed in a group of three with some goth-impostor chick by the name of Sierra - or at least that’s what Tomers called her by, and some Indian-looking fellow by the name of Ravindra Singh.

While the other two were actually talking about the assignment and trying to decide which days they should get together to work on it, Alexandros had little interest in even contributing. His mind was on more important things, like thinking of ways to get back at Omar. It wasn’t going to be easy per-se, but nothing exciting ever was easy, least of all for Alexandros Mossos. That’s what made his life fun. There was never a dull moment.

And as if at the right time, the bell sounded off. It was at that moment, that Ravindra guy tried to approach Alexandros, even going as far as to tug on his shirt before Alex could get his bag. “We should--’

“What?”

“We need to, I mean..”

“Yeah, if you ever find those words, hit me up, y'got it Caramel?”

"Are you colorblind? He's cinnamon, not caramel, ya fucking cracker!"

Alexandros more or less ignored Sierra as he went along his merry way. He had enough of the day already and it was barely at the halfway mark. It got to the point where he was nearly ready to just ditch the rest of the day. And he was just out the door, but then someone tugged on his shoulder with a firm grip, causing him to turn around. “What gives?” He said, looking to see who was the culprit.

“Don’t tell me you’re thinking about ditching again?”

“Oh, it’s you.” ALexandros sighed, “[color=dodgerblue]listen Ava, I don’t have time for this. I’m growing weary of this place."

“Yeah, well I don’t really give a flying fuck. If you ditch, you know our totally loving parents will blame me because I’m supposed to be the one looking after your ass.”

“Not really my problem, now is it?”

“I don’t ask for much, but just stay until after lunch. At least then they won't be on my ass as bad.”

Alexandros just sighed. Whenever Ava gave him those puppy dog eyes, he couldn’t say no. “Fine, but don’t say I never did anything for you.” Alexandros gave Ava his usual smug.

“Right. Well, let’s go then. If we don’t hurry, they’ll only have cheese pizza left.”

“You know, you’ve had authentic Italian pizza in Milan, yet you still eat the ass-tasting pizza here."

“Hey, you know what dad always says,” Ava stopped, cleared her throat, and Alex knew what was coming..

“It doesn’t matter if it’s from the old country or from a factory, pizza is pizza.” Alex joined Ava just to tease her. Ava had rolled her eyes.

And, just like that, Alexandros and Ava were en-route to the cafeteria. One of those rare times when brother and sister were walking arm-and-arm. One might even say it was cute, but don’t tell Alex that.

Crooked Young - An Altered Lies Production

@Dirty Pretty Lies I know now, but I couldn't remember at the time. The blonde chick is Gigi Hadid's mother, right?

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It was still a bit away until homeroom began and from what Florence had told Alexandros on the way to school, her homeroom wasn’t with him. Still, it didn’t matter. They didn’t need to be together every hour of the day for the plan to go through. It was pretty much back on course, especially when Alex heard the seeds being planted.

Not even a full ten yards away, he heard the echoes of Audrey’s voice. Even among the chatter from those around him, he heard Audrey shout to whom he could only surmise was her friend Leslie. As to what she said, Alexandros heard something along the lines of [code]who the fuck is she[/code. It rung clear in his ears, and he simply looked to Florence. She heard it too, and was as satisfied as he was.

“Seems like part one of today’s objective went swimmingly.”

“And part two is about to start.” Florence said, “so if you’ll excuse me.”

Alexandros stepped out of the way, and allowed FLorence to do what she always did best: befriended the enemy.

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Florence Sauveterre walked like a queen: elegant foot in front of the other, hands close to her center, and looking at the pairs of eyes that stalked her as she made her way into the ladies room. Upon entering, there she saw her target.

Audrey Huntsberg, just one of two people on her hit list, but upon seeing her, she had to be completely honest: she wasn’t how Alex described her when he showed up at the Sauveterre Villa in Greece. The way he described her was as a female of confidence, of power, and most of all, someone who never showed weakness. However, as Florence would lay her hazel eyes upon Audrey, she saw none of these things. She saw a wounded warrior who had her pride hurt more than anything else.

Among all that seemed disappointing, at least she had the fashion sense just like how Alexandros explained. That, at least, was something Florence could respect. But still, she couldn’t help but feel very disappointed by what she saw in front of her.

Florence walked up to the sink, simply fixing her hair. As she made sure it was to the perfectionist standards she placed on herself, she darted her eyes slightly to Audrey - who, by now, was doubtless looking at Florence with anger-filled eyes. “Don’t you hate split ends? I sure do. They always ruin a perfectly good outfit.” Florence complained. She had just noticed she had a single split end on the center of the right side of her hair.

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News broke of Alexandros returning at alarming rates. By when the day had came to an end, Alexandros received several calls from people who had been wondering exactly where he had been. Some of them were contacts he made through his extracurricular activities. He hadn’t informed them of his impromptu trip to Greece, and that caused some frantic worrying on their part. So, of course, when they learned he had returned, they wanted to know why, but Alexandros just couldn’t answer all of them, so he sent a mass text to just about everyone buzzing up his phone:

I’ll tell you tomorrow. Have some patience.

Alex

And until the next day arrived, Alexandros wouldn’t even touch his phone.

Sooner than he realized, the morning sun would graze his skin, prompting him to wake up. It was just at daybreak that his eyes had opened. For the first time in a long time, Alexandros was looking forward to going to school. So much so that he actually didn’t take his traditional shot of bourbon with his breakfast. Instead, he got himself a glass of non-alcoholic cider, and opted for a bagel with a minimal amount of cream cheese on it.

As he got the garage, he had all that he needed to get the day started, and Florence was waiting for him by his red Ferrari. “You’re looking awfully chipper this morning.” Florence couldn’t help but crack a small, almost undetectable smirk. Almost.

“As if I have any reason not to. Today begins the first day of the plan.” Alex noted.

Florence seemed to be pleased with his answer. “Good. GLad to see that you haven’t let the familiarity of this place cloud your priorities.” Florence stepped out of Alexandros’ way, and made her own way to the passenger’s seat. “Then, let’s get going, lest we want to be late for school.”

Alexandros didn’t say anything. He simply took his place in the driver’s seat, revved up his beautiful Ferrari, and drove off into the morning sun.

Destination: Beverly Hills High School.

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Alexandros missed being among the lower class of the high class of the West Side. The sight of their whispering faces pointing at him and nudging at their friends, doubtless murmuring about a few things. The first, of course, was thanks to someone who called themselves SoCal Gal. A clever play on Manhattan’s own Gossip Girl. They broke the news of his return and she..he -they? - were the reason for his big return ruined. And if that wasn’t bad enough, Alexandros now had to deal with the inevitable confrontation that he faced with Audrey. So it was safe to say that the plan wasn’t off to a good start.

“Look confident, Alex.” Florence tightened her grip on his arm. “Show weakness and they will eat you alive.”

“Yes, I know that.” Alex irritatedly sighed.

“Then walk.”

Another sigh, but Alex said nothing in retort. Instead, he walked with the raven-haired beauty staying close, her slender arm hooked around his muscled own. If one didn’t know any better, they would think that ALexandros and her were dating. FOr one, to match his dark blue attire, she matched with a complimenting, albeit completely opposing, outfit of her own. But, regardless of their polarizing color choice, the two of them walked as if they ruled the school.

And to be quite honest, with the reputation that the Sauveterre’s had in Los Angeles with FRancis Sauveterre applying for a second term as Mayor of Los Angeles and the obvious reputation Alexandros Mossos had, oh with how they may or may not rule the criminal underground, how couldn’t one mistake them for BHHS’ next power couple?

As they roamed the halls, everyone made way for them. They knew an unstoppable force when they saw one. And if there was anything Beverly Hills High respected more than money, it was power.

Crooked Young - An Altered Lies Production

@Dirty Pretty Lies Isn't that Audrey's grandmother? :O

Crooked Young - An Altered Lies Production

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A crack in her door was all Alexandros needed to hear every word that was spoken. Omar, that snake. How did he find out about those things? Nevermind. That didn’t matter. I have to focus on the more important thing: he knows too much. Remember what Lao Tsu said: Appear weak when you are strong and appear strong when you are weak. If Omar thinks for one second he’ll best Alexandros Mossos, he was sadly mistaken.

And for the duration of the next few minutes, ALexandros would keep his position, watching as the caramel duo started making out. First, it began with a kiss. It always began with a kiss, then it became something more. A dance of emotions flying through the invisible air. There was a twirl of irony that he felt in his gut. She ended up seeing a video of him doing what he did best with the Beverly Hills High secretary, yet here Audrey was in the same exact position with Omar Hassan who didn’t know he was marked for death.

Enjoy this you two. Enjoy it while you can, because when I’m done with both of you, there’s no saving either of you.

ALexandros swore, both in his mind, and with a satisfying smirk.

Where he stood, Alexandros caught one last glimpse of the two finalizing the raw, sensual experience both had just ventured on. As he would turn around, Alexandros would make a note of closing the door shut as hard as he could. Knowing that it would interrupt them, it didn’t really matter, for by the time they would notice it, by the time they would go to see what had caused it, Alexandros was gone. Even if, by some miracle from any higher power, they caught him as he left her house, he would be so far gone. He would have already gotten into his car, and left without a single word to either of them.

And when he was gone, Alexandros was gone for good. Whatever Audrey would have been feeling that night, she wouldn’t be able to reach Alexandros, for he was gone. He would not be seen for two more months, missing Audrey’s big birthday bash.

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“It’s been awhile, Beverly Hills, but your inside scoop all things Beverly Hills is back with yet another spotting. Coming off the heels of Miss Teen Beverly Hills’ great Hollow Bash, spotted: the Prince of Punctuality, fashionably late as always; the Mossos Mountain himself, Alexandros Stefano Mossos makes his long-awaited return to the Hills. And - what’s this? - a woman is under his arms. She’s not his mother, nor Adorable Ava-Brie, so who could she be? Stay tuned for more deets.

As always, you know you love me. XOXO, Gossip Girl.”

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When Alexandros stepped off of the Mossos private jet, he took in a breath of the polluted California air. It strangely felt refreshing. After being gone for so long, he found it comforting. Still, there was much he had to do. Standing around, taking in the sights was not one of them. Plus, with a very special woman who was going to see it through, how could he lose focus?

Stepping forward, Alexandros took the bag he had in his hands, and handed to the driver who had been standing in front of a Lincoln Continental. The driver was about average height(a few inches shorter than ALex was). He wore a black and grey suit, had olive skin, and deep brown eyes. When he took the deep blue bags, the driver would prepare to put them in the trunk.

Alex would turn around, hearing the moving around of someone from within the jet. As he did, out came a woman. She looked to be of Alexandros’ age. She was absolutely stunning(as noted from Alex himself when he smirked). She had raven hair and hazel eyes. She had a slim figure and wore an elegant, beige dress with floral patterns that didn’t stand out too much. She wore eye-popping red heels. That was probably the first thing one would notice.

Alexandros held out his hand so that she could concentrate on his face without slipping, but what Alexandros didn’t anticipate was that she didn’t need it. She simply pushed his hand to the side as she flipped her raven hair, revealing flawless, porcelain skin, and the subtle hint of blush makeup on her cheeks. “Alex, stop pretending to be a gentleman. It’s not fitting of man of your stature,” the woman chastised Alexandros, giving him a glare.

He scowled, choosing not to respond to her. But he knew she was right. For the past month and a half, she had been right - this woman, whom he has known for quite some time - knew him better than anyone did. And above all else, she understood him.

“So, shall we?” Alexandros wouldn’t hold her door open. He knew she was a big girl. He simply would gesture towards the door.

She flipped her hair, and took her place on the seat behind the driver’s seat. ALexandros would take a place next to her, behind the passenger’s seat. When they got in, Alexandros would briefly look at her before signalling the driver. “Let’s go.”

“Right away sir. Where to?”

“Home.”

After that brief exchange, the car started moving, the sound of the rubber faintly hitting against the road. A few bumps here and there were felt, no doubt speed bumps. Alexandros knew they made it to the freeway when it was a bit bumpy and the sounds of the tires hitting the Californian roads got louder.

“How pathetic these roads are. I thought you said your father was going to fix them?”

“Patience, Alex. Have I not taught you that?” The female, clearly in charge of the situation, rested her right hand on Alexandros’ wrist, stroking it gently. “Just listen to me, and all that you wish to accomplish here will go as you planned.” She said, moving her hand up his arm, each finger teasing him until her hand reached his cheek. “Now kiss me, Alexandros.” The dominant woman ordered.

With a chuckle, Alexandros gave her a kiss. Something about how her cherry lips touched his own was refreshing. Usually he was the one who was in control. An odd feeling being told what to do. Alexandros wasn’t sure if he liked it or not. Indeed, it was peculiar, but she was right.

As they pulled away, she patted his cheek twice with her hand, and turned to face forward. “Now then, when we arrive home, we will talk more about the plan you have for Omar Hassan and Audrey Huntsburg. If what you told me is an absolute fact, it’s only a matter of time before your revenge is enacted.”

Alexandros crossed his legs, and pulled out some champaign. He then got two glasses. He poured some into each glass, and handed one to her. “To the fall of Omar.”

“And to you reclaiming Audrey.”

They clanked their glasses together, and sipped away the champagne until they got to the Mossos Estate.

And when they got out, they would further plan what they had in store for two unsuspecting victims.

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“I’m home—”

“Welcome home, son,” Adrianna, along with Baltazar, Ava, Georgio, and Eli, were all present, welcoming the prodigal son back to the promised land. “And who is—”

“Adrianna, it’s been too long.” She greeting the Mossos matriarch with a hug.

“My dear, I haven't’ seen you since our trip to Athens last year.” Adrianna was overwhelmed with joy. “Alex, I didn’t know she was going to be coming with you.”

“Call it a surprise. I figured you all would enjoy it.”

“I’ll say,” Ava would say, seemingly unable to take her eyes off of ALex’s newest eye candy. “To think that you actually were able to score her. Better than that Banks bitch.” Ava had no reservations nor subtle candor about how she felt about Viola.

“Ava, language.”

“Fuck you, George. Viola can suck my invisible cock.” Ava stormed off. Again, her anger got the better of her, despite the warm welcome of Alexandros’ guest.

“I apologize for her. She’s usually less obscene, but the topic of Viola does get under her skin.”

“I understand. The two of them were bitter enemies when you dated her.” The Raven-Haired beauty said, recalling Viola’s unique presence way back when.

“Enough of that, please join us. We have much to talk about. Mainly where you’ll be staying,” Adrianna gestured Alex and his guest to follow them into the family room.

As the Mossos Clan(minus Ava) each took their seat, drinks were handed out. Of course the minors - Alex, his guest, Geo, and Eli - got non-alcoholic drinks, while Balt and Adrianna got some wine. They gathered around a table that had two couches sitting opposite of each other. Adrianna was standing up, holding up her glass.

“To Alex for making his return, and to you, my darling, for helping him find his way when he was gone and out of his mind.” Adrianna raised her glass. “To Florence, for she is truly our saving grace for Alexandros.”

“To Florence!” They all said in unison.

As they drank, Florence simply took her drink in full, legs crossed, and smiling a mysterious, smile with the hint of something hidden behind it. But what could it be?

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