Chapter 1: "I said, like a liar."

Natalia POV

"Talia! It's done! I did exactly what you told me to do!"

I hear a familiar voice call out to me and soon felt slender arms embrace me in an excited hug. The sudden force knocked off my balance as I grabbed onto the nearest thing in order to stop myself from falling face-first onto the ground.

"Oops. Sorry. I didn't mean to do that." The voice quickly offering an apology and then positioned herself in front of me.

"Calm down Cynthia. I know you're thrilled about it but that doesn't mean you go around knocking people to the ground." I huffed in annoyance, straightening myself and fixing the crooked collar of my plaid Burberry shirt.

"Yeah well, technically I didn't knock you off. Since you didn't fall you know." she replied with a cheeky smile, showing off her pearly smile.

This here is Cynthia, the bubbly optimist of the group.

I swear nothing can bring this girl down.

Oh, my bad. Lady Cynthia Alden. Since that's how you announce the royalty, you know with her being the only child of Duke Alden. Yeah, she's basically a princess. I'm not kidding when I say that they have a castle to their name. Several castles, actually. With flowing brown hair and a body that most models will kill for, she is almost every teenage dude's wet dream.

And girls. Hah.

"So did you give her the first clue for the treasure hunt?" I asked hoping that she achieved the simple task. You see, Cynthia has a very particular trait.

"The what?" She asked me, looking genuinely curious as if we didn't spend hours and hours on this plan.

Please tell me I'm wrong, for once let my gut instinct be wrong.

"The first clue. The one that leads her to the garden and then eventually to the main foyer of your house?" I asked my voice laced with panic and maybe a bit of frustration.

"Oh. Yeah, we were supposed to do that weren't we?" she says with a nervous laughter and then looks down at her feet falling completely silent.

Why am I always right?

"Okay. I swear I won't get mad at you."

I said, like a liar.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Really, really?"

"Yes! Now can you please tell me what exactly is it that you did?" I asked, slowly gritting out the words.

"Yeah, I was really excited, right? So I.....ItoldRebeccatogostraighttomyhouse!" She exclaimed.

"I'm sorry, what? Can you say that again? Slowly this time?" I said in a frustrated tone.

My patience is running out I swear.

"I-I told her to go to my house...." slowly forcing out the words, she looked back up at me with her signature puppy eyes and a small pout.

I let out a long sigh and slicked back my hair and pinned it down to prevent it from falling all over my face.

Today is going to be a long day.

"And exactly when was this?" I asked, in an irritated tone, frustration probably written all over my face judging from Cynthia's frightened face.

This is her trait. She's a ditzy airhead. That doesn't mean she's dumb. Quite the opposite actually. Always scoring within the Top 10, she has no lack of intellect, I mean she is next in line you know. As hard as it may be to earn a title, she's determined to earn it. Without her father's help. She would have been a Countess by now considering how her father had pulled some strings to allow her to become one, she promptly refused, however.

"Uhm.....about twenty minutes ago..." She mumbled, fidgeting with the hem of her Chanel dress shirt.

Twenty minutes ago. Wow. Considering Becca's protective nature she probably rode her bike there. Which means she would reach in about 5 mins from now. Shit.

Grabbing her firmly by her shoulders and looking her straight in the eye, in a very serious tone I said,

"Cynthia. I swear one day you're gonna land all of us in some deep shit."

"Talia! Language!" she exclaimed, slapping away my hands.

"Oh! Of course my lady! My humblest apologies!" I said swishing my hand in a ridiculous motion and doing a mock bow.

Suddenly, I heard the loud bang of the doors to my dorm opening.

That was really loud. Who the hell is it just barging into my damn dorm?

I sent a glare toward Cynthia mentally telling her that this isn't over yet and stormed out from my bedroom my Louboutins clicking loudly as I made my way down the stairs and into the foyer of my dorm.

"Hey Bitches! How's shit?" another familiar called out. The melodious voice indicating that at least someone with an ounce of common sense was nowhere. And that was Dante McConaughey. The rebellious child of George McConaughey, and the only heir to the McConaughey wealth. Not to be insensitive but he does have the daddy issues thing going on, like almost every other kid. I hit it off with Dante pretty quick due to our shared love for fashion. He's the diva of the group.

The other diva being me of course. Hah.

"You're looking pretty annoyed there, everything alright?" A concerned voice came from behind Dante. It was Nate stepping out of his car. He walked up to Dante greeting him with a small peck on his cheek.

These guys are goals I swear. Probably the only couple I would consider calling sweet.

This is Nathaniel Winston. The nerd jock of the group. He may have a built body and the position of the star Quarterback but don't let that fool you. He's a huge softie and a Potterhead at heart. Blessed with sandy blonde hair and ocean blue eyes that can easily mesmerize anyone who looks at him. No doubt due to his excellent genes considering that he's the son of the most sought after actor Oscar Winston, and the world-famous musician Elsie Winston.

The whole gang's here I suppose.....with the exception of two people. WHERE the hell is this guy?!

"Our Lady Cynthia over here has skipped several steps of the plan and decided to send Becca straight to the mansion," I said with an exasperated sigh while pointing towards Cynthia.

"I'm sorry! I was just so excited! I mean it's her seventeenth birthday!" she apologised with tears starting to form in her eyes making her puppy dog face more effective.

I need to stop letting her puppy dog eyes affect me. Ugh.

I let out another huff of annoyance and walked towards Cynthia and awkwardly hugged her.

I'm not much of a hug person, to be honest. That's Becca. Where is she when you need her? Ugh.

"I'm like not even surprised," Dante said in a dry tone, causing Cynthia to become tearier.

"You're not helping~" I said in a sing-song voice while giving him a death stare.

"Whatever." he said clicking his tongue and looking at his phone in disinterest.

"Guys please calm down. Let's just think about getting there okay?" Nate said stepping in knowing if someone doesn't stop it, it would blow out of control.

And well because he's the only one who can control Dante's pottymouth.

"He's right you guys let's get going. Knowing her she's already there, and considering all the time we just wasted she's probably waiting for us at this point." I said as a matter of fact.

"Are we taking our own cars or what?" I asked looking for the keys to my Rolls Royce.

"Oh wait. I came here in my limousine. Daddy wouldn't let me go otherwise. And think of it as me making up to you, please?" Cynthia spoke up looking hopefully towards all of us.

So long my baby. Won't get to ride you today.

I quickly grabbed my Dior 30 Montaigne bag, stuffing all my essentials into it and quickly made my way outside, to find everyone seated and waiting for me.

I sat myself down beside Cynthia and helped myself to some cold water from the mini-fridge, and decided to doze off for a while. Cynthia's place was pretty far away from our school dormitory so it would've taken us about an hour or so to get there.

Sketching all night was not a good idea considering how fucking tired I feel right now and it isn't even noon. But knowing myself I'll probably do this again.

"Talia! Hey Talia! Wake up! We're here!" Cynthia squealed trying to wake me up from my nap.

My ears gosh.

"Knowing Becca she's probably pretty fucking pissed right now. I mean she's probably been there for like what an hour now?" Dante said while strutting past all of us and making his way towards the door.

This guy is such a drama queen. Bet he's gonna open the door with a bang again. How has he not broken any doors yet?

As I predicted he banged open the door to reveal Becca sitting on the table with a royally pissed expression ready to whoop our asses.

Yo, it ain't our fault. I pointlessly thought knowing she's gonna be pissed at all of us.

"Finally made it here huh?" 

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