Post by SKYLAR VALENTINE on Apr 8, 2014 2:09:54 GMT -8
As much as Skye hated to admit it, a treasure-trove full of jewels would never replace the empty feeling in her chest. On the surface, all was well for the social butterfly, she had flocks of friends by her side – including Sutton, the goddess who eternally had her back – a gorgeous amount of men wanting to be in her life and in her bed, and parents that hopefully found it in their hearts to forgive their daughter before the fireworks went off that night for the new year. Skye had been trying to distract herself from men and all of their stupid emotions, emotions that barely scoped outside the range of sex, money and fame. Being here in San Francisco, there was no escape from the constant whispers that circled around the College – and the town itself. Skye had also been doing the thing that most College students needed to do if they wanted to make it through exams and essays – she’d been extracting herself from socializing and putting her head into the books for once.
Her life had been hectic as the year drew to a close. The woman had taken some time off and stayed in her parent’s holiday house in Cancun for a fortnight. All the time off wasn’t exactly a good thing for her scattered brain either – it just left her even more time to be stuck inside that confused head of hers. Mason wasn’t the only thing on her mind, either. His wedding had been a huge song and dance for the couple, and she was certain almost half of the town was there to celebrate the coming together of the two – Skye had declined the wedding invitation because if she was honest, she probably would have been the one to catch out that little imbecile Clarissa on being a gold digging piece of white trash and made a scene. If it hadn’t of been for Mason’s presence at the alter with the she-demon, she may have confronted her, but alas, she only wanted her best friend to be happy, so she stayed away.
Speaking of her best friend, the two had been distant as of late. The scene at the jeweler had just been the tip of the iceberg to what was truly on the blonde woman’s minds all of the time. Skye had been trying desperately to tell Mason how she felt about him, but with news of his parents organizing some kind of business agreement that involved him marrying Clarissa, she knew that she’d lost her chance. Skye still felt stupid for letting her mask fall for even the shortest time to show how she was really feeling towards Mason. He’d been surprised of course, and the two hadn’t had time to talk about it because for one, she’d been avoiding him, and he’d been too caught up in questions like ‘cream or ivory’ because of his wedding.
It wasn’t a nice thought, knowing that the two were married. Skye could have pictured herself in Clarissa’s place if they’d been given more time, but as usual, time and fate were never on Skylar’s side, and so she was sadly left behind. Mason had suggested still being friends after everything had happened, but Skye wasn’t sure if she was ready to give up on the fight for him or to just submit to the fact that he was happy – or something – with that blonde bimbo. Who are we kidding? This is Skye fucking Valentine, and she was never one to back down from a fight unless she was the victor.
Fighting was something this girl did best. Not the physical kind of course, she’d never condone to chipping her expensive manicured fingers on any kind of white trash like Clarissa, but she could surely work her ways differently. Her first move was to accept the invitation to Mason and Anthony’s annual yacht party, knowing that accepting the invite at all would come as a shock to both of the men, considering the track history of one of the hosts with the invitee. Skye wasn’t afraid of being at the party; everyone there would know her – who didn’t know who Skye Valentine was? Mason was still her best friend, and if she had to remind him of the pact they’d made in 8th grade, she would. The thought of the two made a smile pull at her lips, and she then realized where she was. Looking up from the pages of her magazine, she smiled at the oriental woman in front of her, who was busy working magic on her feet, painting them a glossy red to match her dress. It wasn’t like many people would see the toes peeking out from under her tight fitting floor-length dress, but it was the thought that counted, right?
The afternoon sun was setting on the horizon as Skye shimmied into her dress, pulling her assets into place and wiggling her shoulders a little, smoothing her hands down the red material. She’d had the dress especially made for New Years Eve on the boat, the girl wanted to make a statement after all. With all the girls she knew going for a short, skimpy look to suit for the occasion of getting down and dirty, Skye knew that Mason would appreciate the glamorous look she donned, he liked that kind of thing when it came to his women. Skye had organized her best friend Sutton there as a backup to skulk back to, and she also had a spare dress that would suit getting onto the dance floor when the night began to really speed up. Her entrance would be elegant though, Skye knew just how to glue every eye to her. Of course she did, Skye was a Valentine.
A small breeze settled over her long curled locks as she approached the yacht with the other party goers, Skye offering her best friend a coy smile and a nod as they saw one of the infamous hosts take place on the huge deck above them. As he spoke, she locked eyes with those mahogany brown ones of his, a sweet smile rising to her lips as he recognized her. She would win him back surely, he’d obviously missed her if his eyes couldn’t leave her own.
Stepping up onto the boat, Skye signaled to Sutton before heading above deck, noticing Clarissa down below with all of her airhead friends. Heels clicking on the timber below her dainty feet, Skylar pulled up next to the handsome man beside her, her best friend. ”Congrats on tying the knot with the spawn of Satan, love.” She smiled as she looked at him, reaching up to adjust his wind affected hair with a few swipes of her fingers. ”You look wonderful, I must say. I’m surprised Clarissa doesn’t have her claws in you all night, making sure you don’t slink away and find someone else a little more… interesting.” She grinned at him, leaning against the rail behind her, chest protruding out a little more than normal. She’d missed him so bad, it was hard for her not to kiss him right there in front of everyone below.
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Her life had been hectic as the year drew to a close. The woman had taken some time off and stayed in her parent’s holiday house in Cancun for a fortnight. All the time off wasn’t exactly a good thing for her scattered brain either – it just left her even more time to be stuck inside that confused head of hers. Mason wasn’t the only thing on her mind, either. His wedding had been a huge song and dance for the couple, and she was certain almost half of the town was there to celebrate the coming together of the two – Skye had declined the wedding invitation because if she was honest, she probably would have been the one to catch out that little imbecile Clarissa on being a gold digging piece of white trash and made a scene. If it hadn’t of been for Mason’s presence at the alter with the she-demon, she may have confronted her, but alas, she only wanted her best friend to be happy, so she stayed away.
Speaking of her best friend, the two had been distant as of late. The scene at the jeweler had just been the tip of the iceberg to what was truly on the blonde woman’s minds all of the time. Skye had been trying desperately to tell Mason how she felt about him, but with news of his parents organizing some kind of business agreement that involved him marrying Clarissa, she knew that she’d lost her chance. Skye still felt stupid for letting her mask fall for even the shortest time to show how she was really feeling towards Mason. He’d been surprised of course, and the two hadn’t had time to talk about it because for one, she’d been avoiding him, and he’d been too caught up in questions like ‘cream or ivory’ because of his wedding.
It wasn’t a nice thought, knowing that the two were married. Skye could have pictured herself in Clarissa’s place if they’d been given more time, but as usual, time and fate were never on Skylar’s side, and so she was sadly left behind. Mason had suggested still being friends after everything had happened, but Skye wasn’t sure if she was ready to give up on the fight for him or to just submit to the fact that he was happy – or something – with that blonde bimbo. Who are we kidding? This is Skye fucking Valentine, and she was never one to back down from a fight unless she was the victor.
Fighting was something this girl did best. Not the physical kind of course, she’d never condone to chipping her expensive manicured fingers on any kind of white trash like Clarissa, but she could surely work her ways differently. Her first move was to accept the invitation to Mason and Anthony’s annual yacht party, knowing that accepting the invite at all would come as a shock to both of the men, considering the track history of one of the hosts with the invitee. Skye wasn’t afraid of being at the party; everyone there would know her – who didn’t know who Skye Valentine was? Mason was still her best friend, and if she had to remind him of the pact they’d made in 8th grade, she would. The thought of the two made a smile pull at her lips, and she then realized where she was. Looking up from the pages of her magazine, she smiled at the oriental woman in front of her, who was busy working magic on her feet, painting them a glossy red to match her dress. It wasn’t like many people would see the toes peeking out from under her tight fitting floor-length dress, but it was the thought that counted, right?
The afternoon sun was setting on the horizon as Skye shimmied into her dress, pulling her assets into place and wiggling her shoulders a little, smoothing her hands down the red material. She’d had the dress especially made for New Years Eve on the boat, the girl wanted to make a statement after all. With all the girls she knew going for a short, skimpy look to suit for the occasion of getting down and dirty, Skye knew that Mason would appreciate the glamorous look she donned, he liked that kind of thing when it came to his women. Skye had organized her best friend Sutton there as a backup to skulk back to, and she also had a spare dress that would suit getting onto the dance floor when the night began to really speed up. Her entrance would be elegant though, Skye knew just how to glue every eye to her. Of course she did, Skye was a Valentine.
A small breeze settled over her long curled locks as she approached the yacht with the other party goers, Skye offering her best friend a coy smile and a nod as they saw one of the infamous hosts take place on the huge deck above them. As he spoke, she locked eyes with those mahogany brown ones of his, a sweet smile rising to her lips as he recognized her. She would win him back surely, he’d obviously missed her if his eyes couldn’t leave her own.
Stepping up onto the boat, Skye signaled to Sutton before heading above deck, noticing Clarissa down below with all of her airhead friends. Heels clicking on the timber below her dainty feet, Skylar pulled up next to the handsome man beside her, her best friend. ”Congrats on tying the knot with the spawn of Satan, love.” She smiled as she looked at him, reaching up to adjust his wind affected hair with a few swipes of her fingers. ”You look wonderful, I must say. I’m surprised Clarissa doesn’t have her claws in you all night, making sure you don’t slink away and find someone else a little more… interesting.” She grinned at him, leaning against the rail behind her, chest protruding out a little more than normal. She’d missed him so bad, it was hard for her not to kiss him right there in front of everyone below.
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