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Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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The entirety of Santiago Fernandez’ final days before the start of the semester had been occupied with preparations for his daughter’s arrival. Although April still had at least three months left until Camila’s arrival, his mother had been adamant about the importance of planning ahead and insisted they got a head start on everything. So, for the previous two weeks, a strangely excited Diablo and a happy yet exhausted April had divided their time between the Fernandez and Foster homes. While Santiago’s mother had gone all out to make sure her first granddaughter had a room fit for a princess, the Fosters had carried on with their racing traditions and designed a uniquely themed nursery, complete with a tool box changing table and a custom made poster of a future Camila rocking a race car driver outfit. The little girl wasn’t even born yet, and she already had two fully-furnished nurseries and more clothes than her parents put together. But, of course, the young couple was more than thankful for their families’ support.

After spending most of break glued at the hip, the young parents-to-be had decided to take some time alone for themselves and arrive to school separately. And as much as he loved to spend time with the beloved mother of his child, Santiago was grateful for it. It was true that their relationship was in the highest place it had ever been, with both of them making the necessary changes to be their best selves for each other. But to see the confirmation of how April fully trusted him now and didn’t hesitate in giving him space truly warmed his heart. He didn’t deserve her, but he was adamant in becoming a man that would be close to worthy of her.

The Devil of Kings had arrived at the school grounds a few minutes before his Princess did, his face breaking into an amused grin as he watched her tear fearlessly into the parking lot and rev her Maserati’s engine as loud as she could. And when their vice principal gave her a look that could ice Hell over, his cheeky baby mama had simply waved at him with a big smile on her face before speeding through the lot and into her usual spot.

“That’s my girl…” he muttered proudly, shaking his head with that smile still plastered on his face as he grabbed his backpack and started to walk in the direction of the senior building.

Once inside, he had planned to go straight to Max and catch up with him, but the young man was quickly distracted. The sight of a familiar head of red hair shot past him, and all previous ideas went out the window. Before he realized what he was doing, Santiago was racing after Julie and gently tapping her on the shoulder.

“Hey Julie! Do you have a minute?” he asked her once he’d gained her attention, nervously scratching the back of his head.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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On the fourteenth day of January, Ariana’s gold Aston Martin was parked in front of the Lambert driveway, with the girl behind the wheel jamming along to the loud, throbbing music coming from the speakers while she patiently waited for Chrissie. Her manicured thumbs shifted from scrolling to typing across the screen of her phone, glossy pink lips mouthing the lyrics of Kiiara’s ‘Gloe’. The remaining few days of the winter holiday break had gone by in the blink of an eye. Having spent the latter part of the week at Jace’s house and the weekend in and out of the salon, Ari hadn’t had time to properly catch up with her best friend. Thankfully, their bi-yearly tradition of carpooling to school on the first day of every semester provided the perfect opportunity to spend some much needed girl time together.

In a matter of seconds, Chrissie had given her cousin “hugs-and-kisses” goodbye and scurried off to her constant. The person she knew would always be there for her, no matter the circumstances. This consistency was honestly what she needed after almost losing part of her identity to a man who needed saving. She felt most herself when around her because Ariana understood her and related. She was literally the best.

Chris’ strength and weakness happens to be her ambition, and that has compromised most of her friendships because at the end of the day, her wants outweigh anyone else’s. She could be a ruthless cunt, but that didn’t mean she was a bad person and Ariana saw that. She saw every shade to her. Chris simply had her priorities figured out, and not many other highschoolers could say the same thing. When she finally took her place in the passenger seat, she smirked at her Cherry, “Sexy as always.” She leaned in and gave her best friend an intimate kiss on the cheek, before pulling away and laughing, “Was your break as spectacular as Stella’s? Girl is on cloud nine because of her Paris adventure!”

“Wait just one second. We haven’t seen each other in four weeks, and all I get is a kiss on the cheek like I’m just another one of your Drama Club pals? I am hurt, Chrissie. Very hurt,” Ariana teased, turning to her friend with a fake pout.

Mischievously, Chris gave an eye roll and teased right back, “What do you want? Tongue? That would make Mr. Russo completely jealous. I mean, sure. But you should send him a pic.” She stuck her tongue out, seeing if she’d do it or not.

“A picture? I can send him a whole five-star film production, and he’ll be begging for more,” she answered with a laugh.

Widely grinning now, Chrissie shifted her torso and leaned closer to her best friend, “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s make him hot and bothered.” One perk of Chris being single was, one, she was more open to making out with her thirsty best friend, and two, she was repressed and hadn’t had sex in over a month. Getting a good kiss in could set the mood for the rest of her day!

Smirking, Ariana pulled up the Snapchat app, made sure to have the front camera at the ready, scooted closer to her best friend so they could both be on the landscape shot and pressed her lips to hers at the same time her thumb started recording.

It was obvious they’ve done this plenty of times before. By now this heated, provocative, and inviting kiss was instinctual. Nothing like those kisses you see middle schoolers doing with closed mouths and as if they’ve never held hands before. Nah, man. This was the type of kiss that made your body melt just watching. Relenting in Ariana’s grasp, Chris played with her hair, holding her tighter, and tighter, as she let out light whimpers of anticipation.

Soon enough, Ariana had grown tired of dividing her attention between making sure the shot was just right and ensuring the quality of the kiss wasn’t suffering. Now that she had plenty of footage, the brunette locked her phone, mindlessly tossed it somewhere in the car and directed her complete focus onto Chris. With both hands now free, she placed one on the girl’s waist and let the other one’s fingers lae around the girl’s curly hair, all the while making the kiss more aggressive and passionate. They let it go on for a long moment longer, and only when they were both struggling for breath did Ariana finally pull away.

“Whew. Talk about a coming home present!” she said cheerfully, giggling and pulling Chrissie into a tight, quick hug. It had been four weeks too many without her ray of sunshine, and as much as her family, Jace, shopping and self-care kept her busy, there was nothing like spending some time with the person who will always have your back no matter what. “I missed you, bitch. Greece wasn’t the same without you.”

“I can promise you, I missed you more. Do you know how many movies I watched by myself?” She pulled away, pouting a little. “Too many.” She paused for dramatic effect. “I was pathetic! You would’ve slapped me silly if you saw me.” She nervously smiled, showing her teeth, not ashamed to admit she was depressed for the past couple weeks. “I’m better now. I did the whole ice cream therapy and am ready to show the school I’m back! Full throttle.” She added.

“That’s the spirit, babycakes!” Ariana whooped, shifting her attention back to the car and starting on with the drive to Kings. With the roof down and the comfortable speed she was using, both girls’ glossy locks of hair flew around their faces, and the rays of sunshine served to accentuate their beauty. “That meathead’s not worth your time, babe. Jason made the mistake of his life by treating you like he did. You’ll show him how stupid he really was in no time. On to the next one!”

“I doubt there will be a next one. I’m probably going to play the field and enjoy myself. Romance is not worth it in high school. Maybe, I should get myself a teacher too.” Chris gave a half laugh, as she relished the wind that twirled in her strands of light brown hair and whistled in her ear.

“Hey, as long as it’s not my teacher, go for it!” Ariana answered with an appreciative chuckle.

“To be real, Cherry.” She looked away from the passing houses and back at the bombshell sitting beside her, “I envy you. Aside from your Pumpkin, you really are good at protecting your heart.”

That made the girl behind the wheel quiet for a second, suddenly lost in thought. But when she realized she was far too silent “I try… But I think one of them’s tearing down the walls…” Ariana admitted, biting her lower lip. It was something she’d been thinking about all throughout her time with Jace, but not one she liked dwelling on.

The ache returned from when Chris was talking to Stella. That ache that reminded her where she was and where everyone else seemed to be in their life. Flourishing and with rose-colored lenses on. “...are you going to see him? Now that Kellie is out of the picture.” It seemed that as much as she wanted to stop believing in love, things were falling into place for the two people she cared about the most.

“Kellie? What does Kellie have to do with Ja- OH!” she cried out, laughing and shaking her head at her own stupidity for a few seconds. “You thought I meant Max! Oh no, not him. I’m definitely jumping on that lap now that Krazy Kellie’s out of the picture, but I wasn’t talking about Max. I was actually talking about Jace.”

For some reason Ariana having feelings for a teacher versus one of their classmates gave Chris some sort of relief. She didn’t know why they seemed different to her. Perhaps, to her, she saw it as two different forms of affection, but regardless of what the case was, Ariana was falling for Mr. Russo and Chris couldn’t be happier! Her reaction also helped push the lingering doubt and sadness back in its hole, where it belongs, and Chris was back to joking and smiling “You and Mr. Russo would have cute babies.” which reminded her, causing her to pull out her phone, “Did you see Diablo’s story? They’re having a baby girl.”

“He is? Oh, that’s cool!” Ariana answered mindlessly, still lost in the thoughts of her own romantic issues. “I’ll make sure to congratulate him and April later and get something cute for the Baby Driver.”

Placing her phone on her lap, realizing Ariana’s mind was still caught up with her man’s, Chris curiously inquired, “So, teacher. He’s the real deal, huh? Does that mean you’re considering being ‘off the market’ soon? Or nah? Well, obviously after you get some Max D.”

“Maybe…” she teased with a small smirk. “I don’t think he sees me in that way, though. We’ve always made it clear that there are no strings attached, and if we were to go public or get caught in any way it would put his career on the line. I care about Jace too much to jeopardize that.”

“I’m sure if he really wants you, which I don’t know why he wouldn’t, he’d wait until you graduate. Have you talked to him about the future?”

“Nah. I’m a ‘live in the moment’ kind of girl, and I wouldn’t want to scare him off talking about commitments and all that,” Ariana half-lied as she pulled into one of the available spaces in the Kings Academy senior parking lot. It was true that she didn’t want to run him Jace off with that kind of serious talk. But she also knew fully well that another reason why she had avoided the topic was because she was much too afraid of being rejected by someone she undoubtedly had feelings for… Not that she would ever admit it. Ariana Mossos wasn’t known for being insecure, and she wouldn’t start now.

The youngest Mossos eventually took a deep breath, shook the distracting thoughts out of her head and turned to the girl next to her with a bright smile. “Now, as much as I would love to continue this conversation, I have a blond little boy toy to find before the bell rings…” she confidently declared, grabbing her Prada handbag from the backseat and exiting the car. “Lock the doors when you get out, and don’t make plans for tonight! I’ll take you out to dinner and you can stay over. There’s so much we still need to catch up on...” the brunette said mischievously with a wink, giving Chrissie one last kiss. “Love ya, slut!” she called out to her bestie before sauntering in the direction of the school, her plaid skirt dangerously dancing around her.

Rosefell High.

While Alana Kingsley had been caught up in her self-pity party, Jenna Moore had been keeping busy. Between the rapid sales of her special pastries, her job at the pizzeria and the party planning alongside Aria, the week had flown by. To kick off the first social event of the semester, Jen had chosen to wear a beige halter crop top, high-waisted black shorts, black tights and her trusty pair of black hi-top converse sneakers. To close everything off, she’d paired her look with the gold medallion necklace her mom had given her for her last birthday and the pink heart earrings she’d scored at a secondhand store that summer. Because of Aria’s request to bring as much of her product as she could he’d spent less time than she’d wanted on her makeup.

Although the attendees began to make their appearances after eight, Jenna had arrived at the party long before it was scheduled to start. Between her and Aria, they had transformed the empty space into one appropriate for a party: setting up the tables, snacks, drinks, and activities. The bonfire had been lit as soon as the sun had gone down, and when Rich arrived with his car stereo, the preparations had been completed.

The curvy girl had been making the rounds around the party when she spotted a familiar head of curly hair walking around the area. Before she could talk herself out of it, Jenna had rushed over to her and wrapped her arms around Morgan from behind. “Hey, babe,” JK greeted the dark-skinned girl, planting a kiss on her neck before letting her go with a grin. “Been a while, huh?”

Rosefell High.

I'm sorry if I seem uninterested
Or I'm not listenin' or I'm indifferent
Truly, I ain't got no business here
But since my friends are here
I just came to kick it but really
I would rather be at home all by myself not in this room
With people who don't even care about my well being
I don't dance, don't ask, I don't need a boyfriend
So you can go back, please enjoy your party
I'll be here, somewhere in the corner under clouds of marijuana
With this boy who's hollering I can hardly hear
Over this music I don't listen to and I don't wanna get with you
So tell my friends that I'll be over here

Oh, here. Oh, here.
I ask myself: what am I doing here?
Oh, here. Oh, here.
And I can't wait till we can break up outta here
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The initial excitement Alana had felt over the beginning of senior year had faded rather quickly- and not in the academic department. Her attempt at having some alone time with Alex on the first day of school had been a bust, and for the rest of the week they’d only spent about less than five minutes a day in each other’s company. Whenever she had time to stop and really think, she began to entertain the possibility that maybe things between her and Alex weren’t really meant to be after all. No matter how hard they tried, there was always some prior commitment, unforeseen circumstance, or jam-packed schedule getting in their way. Of course, this was just the Negative Nancy side of her coming out to play mind games. At the end of the day, no matter how badly the odds were stacked against them, Lana knew she would try her best to make things work with her beloved.

Adding insult to injury, Aramintah had been insisting they all attend the lakeside party that Friday, knowing fully well it wasn’t her Alana’s scene. But after thinking about it for a second, she realized it was the perfect opportunity to spend some much needed time with Alex (even if they did have to sneak around the party too). And after some convincing and promises to make it up to him, the young man had agreed to go.

So that Friday, after working her shift at the diner, coming home to scour through her closet for the perfect outfit and getting ready, Alana took an Uber to the lakeside location. She made sure to text Alex an apology for being late and a notification that she was on the way, and not even five minutes later she arrived at her destination. Her blue eyes quickly scanned the premises as soon as she arrived, looking for the culprits behind her attendance. She’d first noticed the usual suspects: the thorns, Rich, JK, Aria… Finally, her eyes fell on the other two thirds of LaME, and she wasted no time in sprinting over to their side.

“Why do you guys make me do this?” Alana whined to Minty and Eli, pouting and visibly uncomfortable with being present at this party. But when she spotted Alex in the distance, looking more handsome than ever under the light of the flames, her annoyance vanished into thin air. Looking around to make sure nobody was looking, Lana offered her secret boyfriend a discreet wink before turning back to her friends.

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Congratulations on reaching over 500 posts, Royals! Thank you for sticking around through the good, the bad and the ugly like the true MVPs you all are. I love every single one of you to pieces, and here's to hoping we do 500 more.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

@ineffable @Ejected @Moro @Altered Tundra @SpicyMeatball @spooner @TootsiePop @Bee @HaleyTheRandom @NeoAJ

Congratulations on reaching over 500 posts, Royals! I love every single one of you to pieces, and here's to hoping we do 500 more.

_{I know this is hella late but I did it okay 😂❤}

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Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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The second Monday of the new year marked a very important day in the lives of twenty-three high school seniors. Their eventful Christmas break had ended, and the Royals were once again back and ready to start their final semester at King's Academy. After a long thirteen and a half years full of ups and downs, the conclusion of their mandatory schooling was quickly approaching, and with it came a whirlwind of emotions. Some students were glad to finally put an end to this chapter of their lives. Some were already busy with the final preparations for their upcoming college career. Others, who had been at the school since they were in preschool, experienced a bittersweet feeling when thinking of leaving everything they had ever known behind. And some hadn't stopped to think about it at all.

Whatever the case, it was a new semester, with five and a half months of opportunities to make the best of it.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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"Just leave me alone, Warren…” Archer sighed as he slid down to the floor. His winter break had been stressful to say the least. When his brother Warren had come home from Harvard for the holidays, it had been a constant cat and mouse game- with Archer trying to avoid his brother as much as possible and Warren trying to corner him at every turn.

“Come on, Arch… I just want to talk.” Warren’s muffled voice came from behind the door. A long silence filled the air, and the only sound was breathing coming from the two brothers on either side of the door. “You promised me on the phone…” Warren finally broke the silence. “You said we would talk about what happened.” he continued.

A huge sigh escaped Archer as he covered his face with his hands. It would seem he was trapped. But he really didn’t want to do this with Warren. He didn’t want to relive his darkest moments where he had done something terrible- especially with his brother, who had been one of the factors to him doing said terrible thing. He looked around his room to find something, anything, to get him out of this situation. His green eyes fell on the big oak tree outside of his window: a tree he had used many times when sneaking out with Marisol.

"Okay, Warren… Just… Let me collect myself. Just wait downstairs. I’ll be down in like 5 minutes.” He lied as he stood back up.

“Sure, ok. I’ll wait in the kitchen. You want something to drink?” Warren asked.

"No, I’m fine.”

Archer waited for Warren’s footsteps to disappear down the stairs before opening his window as wide as it would go. The oak tree's branches were still thick enough to support his weight, but getting out of the tree was still very hard for Archer. He kind of had to shimmy his way down the tree trunk before not so graciously jumping down to the ground.

Quickly, he got into his rusty SAAB, which thankfully was parked in the driveway. In a swift move, Archer backed out and drove off without any plan of where he was driving. Soon enough, he was parking his car outside the Surf Shack. A small walk later, the tall boy was sitting by the beach, blankly staring out at the crashing waves. Maybe he needed to talk to someone about this? But not with Warren. There was no way he could handle that right now.

Without really knowing why he was doing it, he had taken out his phone and composed a text message to his best friend:

"Hey Mari. What are you up to? Can you meet me at our spot behind the Surf Shack? I kind of need to talk."

When Marisol received the text message of Archer wanting to meet up, the alarm bells started ringing immediately. It wasn't the fact that he was requesting her presence that made her suspicious, but the . Normally, whenever . Frowning, she quickly typed up her response to his message, her thumbs flying across the screen of her phone. And as soon as she pressed "Send", she was grabbing her skateboard and heading out the door.

"Sure!"
"Be there in 10"
"Everything ok???"

Archer ignored his phone buzzing next to him as he lay on the blanket, running his fingers through the fine sand. His mind was swirling with thoughts as he listened to the crashing waves of the ocean. Was he ready to share his deepest secret? Only two people knew what he had done… Well three now, apparently. The young man snapped back to reality as his best friend plopped down next to him in record time.

Marisol took a moment to stare at the tall, lanky boy next to her. The lack of any sort of greeting only added to the growing state of alarm, as did the lack of acknowledgement of her presence. For whatever reason, Archer seemed to be distracted, lost in some unknown, faraway thoughts. When you've known someone since the age of five, it was easy to tell when things were off. And today, there was definitely something wrong with Archer.

"Is everything okay?" the young woman asked him gently, concern dripping from her voice.

Archer turned his head slowly to look up at Marisol. “Yeah…” he sat up, brushing his hands off on his pants. "I don’t know… Maybe not.” He pulled up his knees so they sat under his chin and continued to stare out at the ocean. "Warren is home…”he continued quietly. “And he is…”
Archer hesitated, still unsure if he was ready to talk about it- even if it was with Marisol, who always did what she thought was best for him. She was the one who he came out to first and she supported him through everything.

But how would she react to this? Would she be mad that he had kept his suicide attempt from her this long?

"You know last summer before we went off to that crappy camp?” he asked her, a slight tremor in his voice.

"Yeah…?" she cautiously responded, frowning and scooting closer to him. For someone who was always so open and honest about everything, Archer's body language was extremely guarded, and the more he spoke, the more Mari's levels of worry increased.

His legs were shaking now and Archer was chewing on his lower lip, trying to figure out how he was going to go about this. "You know how I was very hard to get a hold of for some time?” At the time he had made up some lie about being away to Harvard to help out with Warren’s move. He could feel the wet build up in the corners of his eyes, and his breathing became a little bit faster and heavier. “Mari… I did something really bad…” he finally turned to his best friend, tears rolling down his cheeks.

Okay, Marisol was really scared now. "Archer, honey, what's wrong? What happened? What did you do?" she asked him in barely more than a whisper, placing her hands on his shoulders in an attempt to keep him stable and unknowingly holding her breath while she awaited his answer.

Under her hand Archer’s shoulders were shaking as he cried. “I- I. It was just…” he started but stopped wiping his cheek with the sleeve of his shirt. He took a steadying breath before he looked Marisol in the eyes and just let go.

He told her everything. How he had had enough, how he felt alone and how he was so so tired of how his days looked like. How he made up his mind that it would just be for the best if he didn’t exist. He told her about he took the chance when his parents actually was helping Warren move. He told her that he emptied his mothers sleeping pills and took them with the vodka they had bought of that strange dude. He also confessed to her that it was his brother’s girlfriend that had found him and brought him back… saved him. He spoke fast and low. The whole time he felt guilt that it had taken this long for him to tell his very best friend about his darkest days.

"... and then I made her promise to never tell anyone. But apparently she and Warren broke up. The idiot has found someone new… and I guess Katie was angry and told Warren and now…” He stopped to look at his friend. “I’m sorry Mari…”

Meanwhile the wide-eyed Marisol listened to Archer's story in a shocked silence, feeling her heart sinking with his every word. As a clinically-diagnosed bipolar person, she definitely knew firsthand that mental illnesses had an evil way of twisting your insecurities around, and could see the possible reasons behind his thought process. But even with this in mind, the short girl was struggling to believe that even with the unwavering support of her and her family, Archer had thought things would be better without him.

And frankly? The fact that she’d been so terrifyingly close to losing one of the people she loved the most in her life was too much to bear.

Mere seconds after he’d finished speaking, Mari wrapped her arms around him as tightly as she could and started to sob uncontrollably on his shoulder.

Archer sunk into his small friends embrace burying his face in her silky hair. “I’m so sorry Mari…” his muffled voice whispered.

"I- just-" she hiccuped each word in between sobs. "I- don't- want- to- lose- you! You’re- my- best- friend- and- I- love- you!"

Archer pulled away and planted a kiss on the top of her head. “I love you too... I mean, I’m obviously happy it turned out like it did… and I’m better now, thanks to you and Kavan.” he wiped his eyes as he straightened up again. "But Warren won’t stop trying to talk about it back home. I’m just… not ready to talk to him about it. But what if he tells mom and dad?” he sighed.

It took Marisol a moment to compose herself, allowing her sobs to slowly subside until she could finally make up coherent words. "It's not his place to do that…" she croaked, grabbing a napkin from her backpack and loudly blowing her nose. "Would you like to stay a few days over at my house?"

He shook his head and let out a little chuckle "That has never stopped Warren before…" he chucked a small stone out towards the ocean. He brushed his hands together to get rid of the sand as he turned to face Marisol again. "Do you think your parents would be ok with that?" He asked more out of habit than anything. He always stayed over at the Castillo's but he always felt like he was being a nuisance anyway.

"Duuuuuh!" Mari said, rolling her eyes and giving him a shaky smile, slowly returning to normal. "You're family at this point. Just bring over a bag of clothes and we'll set you up in the spare bedroom. It's definitely no big deal. You can spend the rest of the holidays with people who love and care about you."

A tearful Archer enveloped the smaller girl in a tight embrace. "Thank you for always having my back. I really do love you" he whispered as he let go of her. He wiped his eyes one final time before standing up holding out his arm toward his best friend.

“I love you more, Archie. Never forget that.”

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