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Post by Leighton Gospek on Oct 1, 2008 18:31:07 GMT -5
Ugh. Leighton took the last drag of her cancer stick as she walked, her heels clicking on the pavement of the parking lot. Though she lived in this place for what seemed a little over a year, she still was not used to it. She was used to the last seventeen years where she would simply step out of her scarlett Land Rover LR3 right in the front of her favorite club-Victrola-and have some guy go off and pak it for her while she and her friends went off to have some fun. Yes, she was driving by fifteen. How? It's called money. Nuff said.
The gal wore a simple dress that reached just a bit above her mid thigh, some heels, and then she had her hand bag with her. Her hair was down in it's soft curls, natural, and she looked pretty damn heart stopping. She was oblivious, though, when heads seemed to turn in her direction, doing a double take. She knew she came off as snobby and pompous sometimes, but eh. Leighton stopped caring a few months ago about what the people here thought of her. Maybe that was why she had so many 'friends' but noone close to her. She didn't plan on getting close to anyone anyways. She came here to chill out until she finished highschool and then she could go off to Yale as she planned, graduate, and either take up acting or fashion-or in her case she wanted both. It was what the media expected, especially after her 'break down' and 'drowning' incedent. Ugh.
The eighteen year old flickered her ciggarette to the ground, blowing the smoke serenly into the air as she flashed a brilliant smile his way, the one that made everyone's heart seem to melt for her and that let her get away with more than she could really manage.
"Name?" he asked her as his eyes traced her slip figure, her legs that looked longer than usual, her curves and her sunkissed skin.
"Leighton Gospek," she stated with an innocent tone as she flashed her I.D to him. He seemed to smirk at her name. No she wouldn't get her father's autograph for him. At least if he was gay she would consider it. But she hadn't seen her own father in almost a year now. She wasn't going to get some guy his autograph or something stupid like that.
The bouncer seemed to let her right past the teens waiting online, some of them looking annoyed, but she didn't care. She was Leighton Grospek. Anyone who knew her knew she had the money and power to basically do anything she wanted anywhere. But did she use this power to her advantage often? Unfortunately no. the only thing she loved about this place was the fact that noone believed she was Raoul Grospek's only biological daughter-the chinese twins Ying and Yang didn't count.
Leighton slipped inside, the crowd seeming to part slightly as she headed towards the 'bar'. No she wasn't going to drink tonight. She was trying to quit on the smoking and drinking front so she would be presentable for Yale when she goes next fall. And to impress her mother who had absolutely no faith in her. Tonight was about forgetting about the past and just dancing and having fun!
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