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Summer was not impressed with the stupid display these boys were putting up. She certainly wasn't used to Carson standing up to her like he was - no matter what they both had felt about each other, they had always at least pretended to like each other for the sake of Alice throughout their years at Goldcrest. Summer had always known that Alice could do better than this scum, and had told her countless times, but it had seemed as if Carson had dealt with the problem for her. But now, he was back. And was calling Summer, of all people, a bitch.

"You must have amnesia, Carson, since you've seemed to forget that there's a pecking order around here." She took a second to run her eyes over him venomously, knowing that it was this glare of hers that could make anyone feel tiny beneath her. "Which means," she elongated her words, practically spelling it out for him, "that we, your ex and I, are at the top. And you, with whoever this is, are at the very bottom."

Summer felt a gentle hand on her arm.

"Summer, quit it. You know they're hardly even worth it." Alice was right, of course, but Summer had her pride to uphold. She had to give it to this Paul, though, he was brave. She did not, however, appreciate being called 'little girl'. No one had dared speak to her like that in years. She was painfully aware of how short she was, even in her 6-inch heels, compared to the guys towering before her. It did not help the fact that Paul was standing only inches away from her, and she still had to look up to meet his eye. Her jaw set and she put her hands on her hips.

"Ohh, I'm so glad that you'd choose your shitty combat boots over my Louis Vuittons." She was aware of the fact that she sounded like a shallow cow, but he was the one that had touched her skirt. And no one was allowed to do that - except Nate, of course. Who, as per usual, was nowhere to be seen. As if she needed him anyway.

She returned Paul's glare as he made his closing remark before storming off. Raising a brow, she turned her icy glare back to Carson, who seemed to be gazing intently at Alice.

"Nice friends you have now, Carson. I see that you've really made an upgrade." She nodded her head towards the group of Eastcrest kids Paul had settled himself into, returning their dirty looks with a flick of her hair and a pouty face. She was actually enjoying herself. That was until Carson brought up her dad. Now she was angry. Alice managed to speak up before her, though.

"There's no need for that, Car." Summer almost visibly cringed at the nickname that had seemed to accidentally slip out of Alice's mouth. Alice, too, was clearly embarrassed, for her cheeks flushed pink. "...son."

Alice's interjection didn't help Summer feel any less angry however, as she scoffed. "I don't think you should be the one judging people's family life. Why was it you left again, huh?" She smirked, "I'm sure things at home were just absolutely gr-" Alice cut her off before she could say anything else.

"Summer! Jesus, that is enough."

Summer raised a brow, but said nothing else, tapping her foot against the floor as she watched with daggers as Carson asked Alice if she would talk privately with him. She already knew what Alice was going to say, so hardly even bothered to interject. She was far too worked up at Carson's comment about her dad to even bother trying to stop them as they both left, heading for the pool. She managed to catch Alice's eye one last time before they disappeared out of sight completely, and shot her a small smile. She knew that her best friend could stick up for herself, but she was there for her if she needed it.

Summer didn't even consider Carson's suggestion of apologising to that Paul guy - she had never apologised to anyone but Alice in her life, and she wasn't planning on it anytime soon. Instead, shooting him one last look of contempt, she turned on her heel, red hair flipping out behind her, and went off in search of her boyfriend.

It did not take her long to find him. Unfortunately, he was not in the state she was hoping him to be by the looks of things - his eyes were heavy-lidded, and he was stumbling about, drink in hand. She was just beginning to roll her eyes, hovering in the doorway, when she watched him grab a hold of a passing girl - blonde and nothing special - and plant a kiss right on her lips. Summer blinked. As if she had just seen him do that. As if she had just watched Nate, her boyfriend, kiss some random girl.

Pushing herself off of the door frame, tight lipped and furious, Summer pain no notice as Nate's eyes caught onto hers and widened in surprise. She turned to leave, her heels clicking on the expensive wooden floor as her face hardened. She had never cried in front of anyone apart from Alice and her father, and tonight was no exception. She was just nearing the front door of the house when she felt a harsh grip pull her arm back, stopping her in her tracks. Whipping round furiously, she met the guilty gaze of none other than Nate. She pulled away from him once, twice, but it was no use. He was captain of the water polo team, after all.

"C'mon, Summer. I was only fooling around." His words were slurred, his eyes slightly unfocused as he smirked down at her. She curled her lip up in disgust at her boyfriend - no, ex-boyfriend.

"I don't care. Let go of me, Nate."

"What, you scared of me causing a scene? You need me, sweetheart. Admit it." He was leaning into her, just inches away from her face. Too close. She glared back, still trying to pull away. "I didn't mean it - it was only a kiss, Summer. Calm down."

"Do not tell me to calm down, Nathaniel." She hissed, narrowing her eyes. Raising her voice, she made sure everyone surrounding them could here her as she retorted. "I know it was only a kiss, sweetheart. You don't have much else to offer." Her gaze flickered down to his crotch as she heard a few laughs from around about them, before returning to his, which was now sparked in anger. She did not cringe away, though, instead meeting his fury with her own. She was no victim.

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Alice, meanwhile, had followed Carson outside to the quietness of the pool - refusing to touch his outstretched hand. She was willing to let him explain himself - but she was not ready to forgive him. Not yet, anyway. She also made no effort in returning that charming smile he kept on shooting her. She had grown much stronger than his charms over the past six months, so found no problem in resisting them. She recalled a time when that smile was enough to make her melt into his arms. But now it only made her sad - angry, even.

Stopping next to the pool, she stared down at the lit-up water, the reflections of the pool lights dancing across her face. She did not smile. Not once, instead letting out a smile sigh and hugging her arms around herself.

"You shouldn't have said that to Summer, you know." She finally spoke into the silence of the night air; although she spoke quietly, her voice seemed loud. "About her dad. She didn't deserve it. She's only sticking up for me." She fell into silence again, before adding:

"Which is more than you've done." She turned away from the water to face Carson, her expression now one of anger.

"Why did you leave without telling me, Carson? And don't you dare spout some bullshit about us judging you, because you know I would never do that." Her voice increased into a shout without her meaning it to, so she took a deep breath and let out another sigh, fury melting away into sadness once more.

"Why did you leave me without saying goodbye?"

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It was almost funny how quickly things had suddenly gone so wrong. Summer was tipsy, at best (she had never been much of a lightweight), but all of the dancing and the laughing had made her dizzy nonetheless. It had taken her a minute to notice that Alice had stopped dancing, but when she did, a spark of annoyance had sharpened her tone as she demanded to know why her dancing partner had abandoned her. Alice had made all of this effort for Summer to have fun and she would just leave her like this?

All anger towards Alice, however, disappeared completely when she uttered the name that she had not mentioned in half a year. The name that Summer had to hear again and again as Alice had sobbed her heart out over this scumbag. Sure, Summer had more than her fair share of exes, but none of them made her as angry as Carson did, and he wasn't even her ex. Upon seeing's Alice's features close up in sorrow made Summer's fists tighten in fury as her gaze swept the room for his face. And there he was. Standing just across from them, with a stranger she had never seen before. The stranger was not important, though. What was important was that he was heading their way.

"That absolute, fucking -" Summer cut herself off as she turned to face the advancing dickheads, crossing her arms and replacing the shock on her features with icy, vicious superiority. Now would've been a great time to have a band of girlfriends ready to attack, but Summer knew she hadn't exactly been the kindest tonight, so instead it was just she and Alice standing head-to-head with Carson Donaldson and his wannabe goth friend. It wasn't as if it was much of a match, anyway. Summer could drag those boys to Hell, kicking and screaming, if she really wanted to.

"I'll do the talking, Al." She murmured to her friend, not taking her eyes off of the guys that were now only a few steps away. This was only met with a shake of Alice's head, however.

"No. It's fine. I'll handle it."

It very clearly was not fine, but Summer took a step back nonetheless, her jaw still set in stony fury, and let Alice speak.

"Hi. Carson." It was obvious, to Summer, at least, that Alice struggled to even say his name, but she kept her mouth shut. She may be a bossy bitch, but she could appreciate the times when her friend needed her own space to be heard.

So, instead, Summer shifted her attention to the stranger standing next to Carson as he introduced himself as ‘Paul’. With a brow perfectly arched, her gaze slid over this friend of Carson’s, scrutinising him. Sure, he was good looking in a forbidden kind of way, but the ass he was standing next to was enough to make Sunmer’s lip curl in contempt.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did anyone ask?” Her tone was dangerous, challenging. It was the voice she used when she was testing her limits - seeing if someone would step up.

“What are you trying to look like? A Jonas Brother?” She gestured down to his all black attire, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. Game on.

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This scene had been played out in Alice’s head over and over again. At first, it had ended one way - she would run into Carson’s arms and he would apologise for leaving, kiss her and tell her he loved her. But then it soured - in an ideal world, she now would slap him straight across that annoyingly attractive face, call him a dick head, flip her hair and walk away. Summer-style. Of course, that wasn’t going to happen. Instead, the two of them were standing there. Awkwardly.

“So, you’ve been at Shit —-“ She stopped herself before she could finish the word, casting a quick glance to this Paul beside him. “I mean, Eastctrest...this whole time?”

She hated the memories his face brought back. The laughter and and the love, but mainly the sadness and the loss. She could remember when he left almost as if it hadn’t been the best part of a year ago. She remembered calling him again and again, pacing her room with worry while Summer tried to reassure her that he was probably just on vacation or something. And then a week went by with no sign of him, then two weeks, then almost a month. It was then that Summer practically dragged Alice to his house, knocking on the door ferociously with her perfectly-manicured hand and demanding to know where Carson was. It was then that they found out he had left. Left without telling her. Left without saying goodbye.

To say the least, Alice cried. A lot. She missed him for a long time, with only Summer and her brother, Hunter, being the ones that could comfort him. But that longing soon turned to fury and she told herself again and again, if she only knew where he was, then she’d track him down and hurt him like he hurt her.

But now he was standing right there, and all she could do was greet him with the ghost of a smile on her face. She was pathetic. It was times like these that she really, truly wished that she was Summer; so that she could throw a drink over him or something and walk away in slow-motion with everyone cheering. But instead, she was Alice. Lousy Alice.

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It was not hard to notice the distinct difference between the city kids and the rich kids. Almost all of the kids on one side of the house were strangers dressed in black - some of them smoking, and all of them glaring. The other side of the house, though, Summer noticed, was full of people she recognised, and she instinctively snaked an arm around Nate’s waist as she felt the gazes of fellow students fall upon her.

“Lay off, Summer. Jesus. We’ve hardly been here five minutes.” She was brushed off like a fly, watching as Nate left her to go greet his jock friends. She recalled a time when he once wouldn’t leave her side, showing her off to anyone he caught stealing a glance. That clearly was not the case anymore. The party had barely started and she already wanted to leave. Feeling practically everyone's eyes on her, however, stopped her from betraying the dismay she was feeling, and replaced her frown with a flick of the hair and a chin titled upwards, so that she was looking down on everyone, as per usual.

Stopping with Alice in the centre of what Summer assumed was the lounge, her gaze returned to her friend, whose features clearly told her she was concerned. Raising a brow at her, Summer offered Alice a small smile and opened her mouth to speak, intending on reassuring her friend she she was just fine, before she was interrupted.

"Hey guys!"

Summer's lips were already curling upwards in contempt as she turned to face whatever random person had butt into their conversation. Her eyes landed on a face of fake tan and highlighted hair, and she huffed in annoyance. One of the losers of Goldcrest, of course. In fact, she reckoned this girl was not one of the complete losers and had some degree of popularity from the confidence she seemed to have talking to both Alice and Summer; but was she popular enough? Certainly not.

"Can we help you?" Summer's voice was cold and scathing. Not bothering to watch the girl's hope die in her eyes, she grabbed hold of Alice's arm, who was no doubt sending the girl apologetic glances, and dragged her away towards the drinks table. "If this is going to be as awful as I think it is, I need a drink."

By 'a drink', Summer clearly meant more than one, since as they reached the drinks table, she was already downing shots. She managed four before grabbing the fullest cup that was closest to her and went on he move again, expecting, as always, for Alice to follow. At least that handled the nerves in her stomach, which were now melting away into a warm, bubbly feeling. Hers eyes couldn't help but wander, however, over to the crowd of strangers, her mind wondering who it was that she had been talking to for the best part of two months to. Truth be told, she had spilled her heart to this stranger, and she was regretting it now. It had never occurred to her that she might meet her pen pal one day, so her reputation was never at risk. But now, she would seem weak to anyone that recognised her. Thank God they didn't know her name.

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Alice had seen this routine of Summer's before. She would be worrying about something - usually her boyfriend, or her father - and would try to make it go away with a drink, or seven. It was always Alice's job to get Summer home, make sure no one saw her like this and, above all, not drink herself on nights like this. Once upon a time, this routine would've made her angry. But now that she knew Summer as well as herself, she knew that her best friend needed this. She was a control freak that needed to let loose and, as frustrating as it was for Alice to handle it, this was how she did it.

So, usually, Alice would just sit back and watch Summer get smashed and make sure no harm came to her. She was not, however, about to let Summer do that tonight. Not with the Eastcrest vultures circling. Offering her friend a knowing smile, her hand closed around the one Summer was using to hold her cup, which was already half empty. Prying the redhead's fingers from the plastic, Alice gently took to the cup off of her and quickly thrust it into a passing stranger's hands, grateful when the stranger took out without so much as a questioning glance.

"And how are you meant to show them who's Queen Bee absolutely smashed? Come on, Summer, you have a rep to protect."

Luckily, these words of wisdom seemed to reach the slightly-swaying Summer, and she nodded her head gratefully. Alice couldn't help but notice her friend biting her lip and glancing anxiously at the crowing crowd of strangers, and grabbed the girl's hand in a similar way to which Summer had just done to her. She knew for a fact that Summer dancing was enough to make any of these idiots gape in awe, so she dragged the unsteady girl into the centre of the room and pushed her gently.

"Right, ginge. Lets see you dance."

"I hate you, Alice Cameron." Summer laughed as she began to dance with her best friend, not tripping once in her heels. "H - A - T - E."

And the pair of them danced like that for a good twenty minutes, people joining in but keeping their distance from the ice queen and her carefree companion. It was only when Alice opened her eyes after laughing that she suddenly stopped dancing, smile gone and lips pale. Summer was shaking her arm as she kept on dancing, but she could barely feel it as her eyes were locked onto a face that was dreadfully, dreadfully familiar.

"Alice? You stopped dancing, you bitch!" Even Summer's laughing words couldn't divert her attention away from the boy standing in the hallway. "Hellooooo? You're making me look stupid. You seen a ghost or something?"

Alice shook her head.

"Carson's here."

God, now she needed that drink.

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Tonight had been the talk of the town for almost a month now. It had most certainly been the subject of every student of Goldcrest Academy's conversations for the past week - for the girls, it primarily consisted of what they would wear and how they would introduce themselves; and for the guys, it was what they would be drinking and whether their pen pal would be hot or not. It was finally here. The party. Just the thought of it sent butterflies fluttering in Summer's stomach - so much so that she could barely breathe every time she thought about it. She didn't show it, though, of course. Instead, she sat in front of the mirror in her room, pouting as she applied her fifth layer of lipgloss in the past hour, rambling on about whatever came to her mind that was not the party to her best friend, Alice, who was lying down on the bed behind her.

Summer suspected that Alice could tell how nervous she was - it would be obvious to anyone that properly knew her, although that was very few - and she was grateful for the brunette not pointing it out. In fact, something that she had grown used to over time was Alice's quietness whenever she was deep in thought. Where Summer tended to blurt out whatever crude thought came to her mind, Alice stayed silent and withdrawn. Summer recalled a time that she would take offence at these quiet moments of her friend's, but now she was more than grateful for them. Alice was one of the only people Summer felt secure around, quietness and all.

Just because she had grown used to it, however, didn't mean that Summer was willing to settle with talking to herself. Spinning round in her seat to face Alice, she raised a brow.

"Are you gonna get changed, Alice?"

This earned her a pointed look from her best friend.

"No. I'm going in my pyjamas."

"Enough of the sass. Stand up, let me get you an outfit."

From the view of anyone watching from the outside, it was hard to see how these girls - both so different in so many ways - could stand each other, never mind be as close as sisters. Nobody from the school they attended could quite figure out why Summer - the untouchable princess of Goldcrest Academy that everyone practically worshipped - put up with the smart mouth and uncaring attitude of Alice Cameron. Truth be told, their friendship ran a lot deeper beneath the surface than most would assume.

There had been many times that Alice had stayed with an inconsolable Summer as she loathed herself yet again for letting some other guy mess her about, or spent hours crying over the mother she would never have. Similarly, Summer had not left Alice's side when her first real boyfriend had left her without so much of a word of farewell, and had remained a steadfast companion for all the times that Alice became ill with the stress of having to look after her younger brother while her parents worked to pay for her scholarship funds.

Summer saw parts of Alice that no one else had - the cool, carefree girl that was really crumbling on the inside - and Alice knew the side of Summer that no one would believe existed - the queen bee that was really just a self-loathing, insecure girl. They were a team, and anything they did together, they did right.

Hence the reason why, many try-on's and arguments later, both Alice and Summer stood in front of the mirror in Summer's walk-in wardrobe, scrutinising their reflections in a way that only girls could do. Summer wore the outfit she had planned weeks ago for this particular night, while Alice wore the outfit Summer had also planned for her weeks in advance.

"Admit it. I am a genius."

Summer watched as Alice played with the hem of her skirt for a second, clearly lost in her own thoughts once again. Summer had grown used to choosing and buying outfits for her friend - she knew that Alice wasn't nearly as well-off as she was, so had always insisted on being the sole benefactor of Alice's wardrobe. If anyone that wasn't Alice asked, however, she would deny it. There was no point in making people think she'd gone soft.

"It's not bad at all, Gok Wan. Thank - "
Summer cut off her friend with a dismissive wave of her hand before she could say anything else.

"Shoosh. I know."

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Alice Cameron was yet to have liked any one of her best friend's boyfriends. This one was perhaps the worst. She couldn't help but secretly seethe at the expensive car that pulled into Summer's driveway and at the horn that was honked repeatedly, she couldn't help the rolling of her eyes at the squeal Summer gave when she ran into her boyfriend's arms in the middle of the driveway, and she certainly couldn't help the eyebrow she raised at the words Nathaniel King said next as he looked at his girlfriend up and down:

"Are you really wearing that?"
Asshole.

Before Summer could muster a reply, Alice made sure to elbow in between them as she got into the car, making sure her voice remained as poisonous as possible.

"Yes. She is. And we're going to be late."

Nathaniel King was, quite possibly, the biggest ass Alice had met in her life. And of course Summer had chosen him to be her man of the season. His perfectly-gelled blonde hair, sparkling green eyes and clothes that were quite clearly a size too small for him had every girl in a 10-mile radius fawning over him. Which was exactly why, Alice suspected, Summer had chosen him. Most of the boys Summer got with had a lot to do with how she looked to everyone else, which was enough to exasperate Alice every time a new one came around the corner. What annoyed her even more, however, was the ridiculous act Summer put on whenever she was around one of said boys. Something which she was dong now in the car as they made their way to the party with Nathaniel.

Alice tried not to listen as Summer simpered and giggled and twirled her hair at everything that Nate said. Truth be told, she knew for a fact that Summer was probably smarter than Alice herself, but she would never let people see it. It was something that Alice had given up trying to stop her best friend from doing a long time ago. It was better, she had learned, to disapprove from a distance and be there to pick up the pieces when it ended. And this one, she suspected, would be ending quite soon.

She could tell by the way that Nate brushed Summer off when they got out of the car outside the house in which the party was being held as she attempted to hook his arm. She could also tell by the way that the asshole's eyes lingered on every single passing girl as they made their way up the driveway. This only infuriated her more, so, instead, she diverted her attention to the house they were now entering.

The planning of the party had all gone rather smoothly - when the idea came about that they would meet their pen pals, some guy offered up his summer house in the connecting town for a party. Of course, there had been many people against the idea at first; it was primarily the richest students, the ones with the biggest problems with the 'city kids', that were the ones who piped up. There had been decades of rivalry between them, and a few letters and a party was meant to fix that? Sounded unlikely. At least, that's what Summer had claimed when she spoke about it with others in school. In reality, though, Alice had caught her friend gazing absent-mindedly at one of her letters more than once.

The thing that made most people, uneasy, however, was the fact that no one knew who they had been talking to. They had been forbidden from telling their pen pals their names by the teachers, in a bid to 'prevent former prejudices getting in the way of a possible friendship'. Everyone knew, though, that it was really just to prevent the gang members of the city making possible targets of the students of Goldcrest.

So everyone was going into this party having no idea about who they were going to find and, quite honestly, it terrified both Alice and Summer beyond words. They said nothing, knowing exactly how the other felt, as they entered the already-bustling house with the music drumming in time with their hearts, and their eyes scanning the crowd for the strangers they knew.

❝𝖭𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝖾, 𝖯𝖾𝗇 𝖯𝖺𝗅❞

Passionate * Shallow * Fiercely Loyal * Insecure

Summer Joy Clarke | Seventeen - Cancer | Fashion Enthusiast
Daughter of Film Director, Jonathan Clarke (alive) and Model, Aspen Reynolds (deceased). Most certainly a trust-fund baby.

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Warm-hearted * Sarcastic * Independent * Stubborn

Alice-Louise Cameron | Eighteen - Aquarius | Photographer
Daughter of washed-up guitarist, Gerry Cameron (alive) and artist, Kimberley Cameron (alive). Sister to Hunter Cameron, 12 years old. Just getting by. Known for being Summer's best friend.

The Grim and the Good (Slice of Life/Western Twist)

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