SUMMER SKIN. DELILAH

[BASTIAAN ANDREIS VANDERBILT]

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It was time for him to shed his summer skin. The air around him was no longer heavy, it no longer created beads of sweat to decorate his forehead, or prompt girls to rip their skirts and jeans to welcome the heat. No, he could already feel the air becoming crisp, calmer, and the cool breeze against his skin seemed to sooth the burns from Spain, the same way compassionate kisses would. With this in his mind he came to a realization, it was once again an end to the season of lust of carelessness, in which he thrived.

The sun set fire to the leaves, drying them of their lush greens, burning them to hues of dark reds and dry yellows. Time itself slows down, a time for recovery from the hectic summer hours. To many its a season where people are granted creativity and efficiency. To Bastiaan, its a season where the girls are more focused on their work to care about the romance he has to offer. That's why he dreaded the start of a new school year. However, this year had its slight advantage. He was a senior now, it was his last year at Santa Croce, and for those he had not slept with, now was their last chance to throw themselves upon him.

Today had been a day that failed to enthuse Bastiaan. The stereo roared at him, awaking him from his deep slumber; his room mate had found it to be quite hysterical to watch Bastiaan startle and throw his sheets off of him, with heavy black bags being carried by his eyes. Bastiaan on the other hand had turned red with rage, screaming with a harsh throat at him, while he was still trapped within his convulsions. Classes seemed to drag on forever, the clock's hands frozen whenever Bastiaan's weary hues glanced at the time. By the second school ended for the day, he felt years older.

In attempt to revive his youth, he decided to resort to his favourite past time. Hunting. It was a sport all males in the Vanderbilt family loved to enjoy, a tradition passed from father to son. Unlike their ancestors may have played, the modernized Vanderbilts did not target animals, no, their prey were women; and Bastiaan already called himself a master predator. He could still remember the very strategies his father had taught him: Women are very visual creatures, and will come towards anything that attracts them, even if they know it can be dangerous, so always look your best son. Or, always treat a woman with charm, lie to them on most occasions, compliment on how pretty they look today, or pick small things about them, like how much you love they look away when they're flattered; just be poetic with your words boy. Each one of the tactics he followed earned him his catch; in fact, he keeps a little black book, a collection of his winnings.

The sports arena, often praised for its majestic, classical architecture, could never light a spark in his dark brown orbs the same way as it did to the other students and faculty members. Bastiaan was always sure he had seen better. However, what went on inside of the arena, now that was something that never failed to spark an interest within him. As the stone path he was walking on reached his destination, he could already hear the chants and beats from the rehearsing dance team here at Santa Croce. Try outs were taking place this afternoon, if he remembered reading the announcements correctly, and Bastiaan was always interested in seeing what new blood had potential.

He sat upon the mahogany benches, leaning back casually as his eyes followed every animation a skirt dancing up, or a cleavage being revealed by a jump. Bastiaan leaned back, welcoming anything the girls had to offer to him. All that was missing now was a cigarette between his fingers, and the smoke trailing out of his thin lips. But even Bastiaan knew that smoking on school grounds was simply just forbidden.

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Try Outs. Ugh. Though Delilah was already one hundred percent sure she would make it on the team (she had been on it since her freshmen year and this year she planned on taking that captain position...even if it meant by force), she had to try out anyway just so they can make sure she had been practicing over the summer which of course she had been. That summer in New York City proved to be a good one because she learned new dance moves from over seas and mixing things up, traditional with the new, was always fun. So she blond bombshell brushed her silky hair over one thin shoulder, smiling as one of the other females continued taking to her, nodding whenever necessary and only slightly involved in the conversation. After her twin nearly molested her, it honestly had been the only thing on her mind and the fact that doing that again...well he might as well gut her out and leave her for dead. She was content with the fact that everyone thought she lost her virginity overseas to some gorgeous model. Of course she hadn't...She was still as virginal as she had ever been, but she knew how to hide it. Her hips had more sway, confidence radiated from her instead of the usual coy manner she had for three years running. She went from the popular yet ever so shy Barnes to the seductress, having no problems now going out to parties and drinking, popping a few pills, smokign cigarettes, skipping class.

Good girl gone bad.

Truthfully, she was enjoying the heck out of herself. Guys seemed more interested as well and that was always a plus...She really needed someone to get her mind off her current problems surrounding her parents and how they seemed to basically hate her guts for not being like her brother...and then to get her mind off her brother who she wasn't supposed to like the way she was at the moment. No. If she was dating someone,she could get rid of her virginity and then devote herself to them completely. Other than to her studies and her social life. Running her fingers through her hair, she slipping off the shirt she had on so she only had the tiny white beater on, and then slipped off the skirt from the dance team uniform not liking it and finding it more restricting than the itty bitty spankies that were always worn underneath and that were revealed upon the shedding of the skirt.

Dropping down to the grass, she smiled, easily being able to socialize with the rest of the dance team as she easily did a split, leaning one way and then the other, doing a bridge, bringing one long and smooth leg up behind her head...She was basically a human pretzel and once she was done stretching, she got into her spot...And the music was playing...

The music seemed to completely overpower all of them as they did the dance moves they were suppose to learn over the summer in sync. Delilah's hips moved, her stomach moved like a serpent, her torso went this way and that with her arms and legs, the occasional flips being thrown in and ballet moves to show off a bit of their flexibility. It was her only stress reliever lately and she loved it... So once the music slowed and the next group was on, she could feel the beads of sweat on her golden kissed skin. Easialy, she pulled her hair up in a chic yet slightly messy bun on top of her head as her chest moved up and down with her breathing. Tomorrow was practice for track and field...She was already the captain of the cross country team...Maybe she shouldn't hog the captain position for the dance team...She'd think about it later.

All she knew was that as long as she made it on the dance team she would be fine. Going over to the bleachers, she asked one of the girls to get her a water bottle and they seemed to race off. The funny thing was, the only people she socialized with were mainly old money kids...Though that wasn't new. They seemed to like her, even if it was only an act to save their own selves from their therapeutic information from leaking into the public. Delilah would never do that...She pretty much knew little to nothing anyway.

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His dark chocolate hues held a familiar spark in them, seeming to soften his chiseled features so slightly, deceiving observers to believe that the face he wore was friendly. It was a spark that many other eyes had witnessed some of them even admiring, however to those that knew every bone that built his broad structure, the blood that boiled under his flawless plastic skin, it was a spark that lit with dangerous intentions. Perhaps dangerous wasn't the word to describe the thoughts that flickered through his mind as he took the pleasure of being the spectator of this private event; the one where skin was playfully revealed, and the colours of panties could be seen on the bleachers. No, the adjective naughty seemed to latch onto his current state of mind. Even then, that seemed childish, and even though some would beg to differ, Bastiaan knew he was no child, not after all the experiences he had taken part in. Being a Vanderbilt, when he was born he was welcomed into a world of such great wealth and opportunity. Anything he desired a simple call to his parents would get him what he asked for in the same day; though he knew that material objects were seen as ways to replace his parents' love, he did not go through a phase of rebellion like his younger sister Gracie did, nor does he spend their cash the way his twin Juliette did. Instead he went through what all Vanderbilt boys have to be exposed to, he found all the love he lacked in flings and one night stands, and though he would get bored eventually, he would simply replace them. In his mind, the girls he had been with had been just an alternate to the fancy cars or expensive toys he would have received from his mother and father. That said, there were always those that failed to fall into Bastiaan's traps, and one of them was making her way over to the bleachers he sat upon.

"So I hear you're no longer a virgin Deli." A sense of brazen played upon his face turning the corners of his mouth into a slight smirk as his orbs studied her soft features, waiting for her fair skin to be flushed with a warm tint or red, or something he had never seen before, a flame of anger igniting her bones. "I guess I'll have to come up with a much more creative nickname for you then." Virgin Deli had been the named latched onto the golden haired girl ever since she had escaped from his early womanizing ways, and he had become proud of the fact that the immature name calling managed to upset her. Sure, she was only one girl, not even one that he saw worthy of his time; she was no old money, she didn't belong to his scene, and frankly she was far too frigid for his liking, but nonetheless at that time he wanted an easy lay, and she proved herself to be a challenge instead. At times he could still remember the conquest, it had seemed like a night filled with promises, success seemed to already glow out of his skin as he made her way over to her at a party back when the two were in year nine. She was flirty with an innocent nature, yet to his foggy eyes she had a slight touch of misbehavior to her, and when she had shut him down as his lips grazed against the curve of her neck, he was flustered and soon grew frustrated at her. The girl was Delilah Barnes, Barnes, a new money girl, and here she was refusing to let his lips even graze upon her; she had no right to, she had to be placed back into the way things were structured around Santa Croce, and that was how the name calling begun, fumed by the bitterness that she had placed in the palm of his hands. Honestly, she should have seen it coming.

"Why don't you come and sit next to me then? Tell me how your first fuck went." The words and tone that had come out of his mouth were harsh, and Bastiaan intended them to be that way. However a somewhat charming facade was placed upon his real emotions with just the raise of his eyebrows and the flare of 'genuine' curiosity in his eyes. His fingers slipped into the khaki pockets of his uniform pants, pulling out a box of cigarettes that had been bulging out with carelessness but were unseen by the ignorant blind eyes of the faculty members. Tapping the box a few times against the palm of his hand, he opened the lid in a slick movement, exposing the few cigarettes that lay inside and the specks of tobacco that now lined the cap. "Want one?" The length of his arms offered them out to her, yet his attention was currently trying to locate a lighter near him. "Hm. Do you have a light?"

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She hadn't even noticed he was there...In all seriousness, the first time she met him she had been dead sure that she was going to end up somewhere with him completely tangled up all night, and then wondering in the morning where he went to since the bed would be empty and whether he even bothered to put a condom on or not. The reason she had rejected him was simply because, well, she was a chicken shit and a hopeless romantic. She had an entire mindset that if she was going to lose her virginity it would be to someone she loved and loved her back equally. How stupid could she really be? Of course now she wasn't as naive and getting rid of it would prove to be easy if she knew how to plan it out just right. The guy wouldn't notice. Technically speaking, she lost her virginity to a tampon year nine. But in the terms of sex so to speak-she was still so virginal it was pathetic.

So at his words she was glad the blush didn't fall on her face probably from how much she heard that statement lately. She didn't get angry either, just rolled her eyes and sighed as if to show how much of a bore he was. Truthfully he wasn't. He was annoying, yes, but could never be described as boring. Bastiaan Vanderbilt was old money and though old money and new money didn't matter all that much to her, apparently they had certain qualities that new money people lacked. Plus, he was gorgeous...She couldn't help but secretly admit that to herself. Barely anyone around the campus could actually be considered unattractive other than some of the staff because even the headmaster was handsome especially for his age and all the stress that came with such a profession.

"Guess you do," she said over her shoulder as a water bottle was tossed up at her and she took a sip before closing it. Her British accent was thick yet smooth as it had always been but she had obviously grown a lot since that little party year nine. She grew into her curves, her height, her female assets definitely a lot more on display than the usual reserved self she used to be for three whole years. It was why she was never surprised when they crowned her Virgin Mary year after year. However, this year would be different and she was damn well sure of it. They couldn't crown a non-virgin Virgin Mary or it was, apparently, bad luck on whatever family that person was on. So if they crowned, for example, Bastiaan as the Virgin Mary, the Vanderbilt family would have bad luck until the next one was crowned the following year to 'break the curse'. It was just superstition but hey, people believed whatever they wanted to believe.

She arched an eyebrow surprised when he actually invited her to sit next to him, as rude at the question was and a definite invasion of privacy. Delilah was sure he hated her guts more than anyone else on the campus and she couldn't blame him. People tended to think she knew everything about their families and some of them just didn't want their secrets out in the open. Delilah was honestly horrible at lying but keeping her mouth shut and not telling secrets was practically her specialty considering she had so many herself. Maybe she got that from her parents since they both had the 'client/patient confidentiality' thing going on where they never talked about anyone's problems or cases. And though mentally she was hesitant, physically Delilah smoothly took a seat next to him, plucking out a cigarette with ease and when he asked if she had a light, she pulled a lighter out from her bra (so glad her breasts were now actually large enough for her to do that) and lit her own up before offering it to him, taking a long drag so her cheeks slightly sunk in and then letting out the smoke through her full lips. The old Delilah would have been disgusted by cigarettes and probably would have even listed all the reasons why not to smoke. She did that once to him, she was pretty sure, and then said something along the lines that ninety percent of women hated smokers. One summer and an ultimatum later and she was sitting next to him puffing away on a cancer stick.

"It was better than if I lost it to you year nine, Bass-hole," that was her nickname for him though it hadn't started since year ten since year nine she was too shy to really ever retort with anything. It wasn't until year ten that she came up with the nickname and then year eleven that she actually got pissed and annoyed with him on every level. Now she just seemed nonchalant about it like the fact she basically rejected him in front of a lot of people at that year's party/bonfire wasn't exactly horrible enough. Now that she thought about it...Maybe she could get him to take her pesky virginity away...since he was a slut and all but she wasn't sure if that would be the right thing to do considering he was really well known. She should just hire a male prostitute and make her life easier, "Though he did look a bit like you," she smirked that new seductive and playful smirk of her's, "Hmm...well, actually no. He looked better and I'm pretty sure he worked it better than you ever could," she chuckled, amusing herself on many levels. She was obviously joking, though, minus the very first statement where his nickname was included. It was all in the thrill of the chase, right?
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[BASTIAAN ANDREIS VANDERBILT]

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His weary eyes were relieved from the dark bags it carried, the tiredness that the day had brought upon him seemed to vanish. He could feel the sun's warm rays cascade down upon his face as he tilted his head back, shielding his light hues from the bright orb that hung loosely in the blue sky steering clear from the clouds that barely specked the pale blue blanket above them. However his attention was soon diverted back to Delilah as her body filled the empty space beside him, strands of her flaxen hair grew rich with gold as she too was exposed to the same light he was. Piercing irises followed every motion of her hands rather than meeting her own and allowing the sounds that she spoke to be heard by his ears. Instead he only picked up a few bits of her words, the ones that weren't so heavily laced by her thick british accent. In reality everything that escaped her lips could have been absorbed by Bastiaan's attention, her accent merely added a slight foreign ring to her words rather than demolishing it, however the fact that he clung onto his pride too dearly caused him to despise just about everything about the girl, things he could have loved had she not grabbed a hold of his dignity and rip it to shreds in front of the mass amount of bodies that were the audience to that night; the one he had foolishly believed was a private show. Two of his fingers lazily wrapped around the lighter she had pulled out of her bra, his attention fixated upon the shape and size they had now grown to before diverting their attention to her plump lips and the smoke she exhaled out of them.

"You know Del, now you're going to die twelve years earlier." The whole of his body shifted to face her, his right knee barely brushed against her own leg as it rested against the edge of the bench. His eyebrows raised in a playful manner, teeth rolling against the bottom of his lip before placing his own cigarette between them and igniting the tip with her lighter. "I'm going to keep this. You can thank me for saving your life when you're at my funeral." His lips sealed tightly against the cigarette, feeling the soft cylinder body start to be susceptible of the pressure he laid upon it as he slid the lighter into the pocket of his khaki school pants. The pressure was released and his own smoke escaped his thin lips merging into hers as the smoke hung in the air, sinking into their clothes and hair as it coated them with its harsh scent. "You've changed a lot huh? No longer in the winning to be the Virgin Mary, and now you're smoking. Even though you threw all those facts to make me smoke." Though her sudden metamorphoses during the summer break had raised eyebrows and caused girls to bicker about her ways, Bastiaan was feeling apathetic towards it. It didn't come as a shock to him that she had broken out of her shell, he knew everyone went through their phase of rebellion it was just that Delilah was a late bloomer, he was sure that Mrs. Barnes would have seen her defiance with the same set of eyes he did, she was perhaps one of the few people that understood him outside of his family, and he despised it. If there was one thing he hated more than any other problem that swarmed this planet was being vulnerable, and Selma Barnes was one of the few that knew the dilemmas that his parents hid from the public, even the ones they would lock away from their eldest son. She knew that the faces of perfection the Vanderbilts wore with honor was merely painted upon them, that underneath that expensive mask was family who was even more fucked up than the Osbournes. Julius and Anne Marie, the power couple who had everything in control out in public were bipolar behind the secrecy of their walls, and would have their affairs to find love for it was rarely shown between the two of them. The twins, Juliette and himself were the whores of the family, Juliette was not the woman her parents portrayed her as, and Bastiaan was not the man who concentrated on running the family business. Louise the second daughter to the Vanderbilts was no longer allowed into the family home, kicked out for being attracted to women. Bentley, the second son and the second youngest was slowly following down Bastiaan's own trail to destruction. Lastly, Gracie the youngest was perhaps the most doomed, a drug user and had had an abortion when she was only fourteen years old. All of those secrets were revealed to Selma, and she could break the family's facade if she wished to. Dismantling them entirely.

"It was better than if I lost it to you year nine, Bass-hole, though he did look a bit like you, Hmm...well, actually no. He looked better and I'm pretty sure he worked it better than you ever could." The smirk she wore upon her face brought out his own, ready to combat anything she threw at him. The two had been feuding for years with name calling and teases, it was their own little war they played out and though their intentions would start off playful, the result would usually end bitter with Bastiaan taking things to an unnecessary level. She brought it up this time though, so he just hoped she knew what she was dealing with. "Now now Deli, are you trying to start up a competition between me and your one fuck buddy? Because I'm sure, even though he's in New York, he knows he can't compare to me. I would have you moaning and quivering more than he could." Bastiaan tilted his head to the side, raising an eyebrow as he studied the cards she would play upon her face. "But I guess you'll never know. I'm not too keen to prove it to a girl who won't even let me to prove her wrong. Where's the fun in that?"

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Deli knew the Vanderbilts weren't as perfect as they seemed to portray but she didn't know the details. She picked up on the fact that their mirror was cracked over the years mainly through their one daughter, Louise, and because she seemed unattached from them all. She seemed more like a family friend than actually family so obviously something was slithering and boiling under that hooded pot. Whatever it was, Delilah made sure not to get involved. It wasn't her life and it wasn't her problem unless one of them talked to her about it. Since she wasn't entirely close to any of them whatsoever, she didn't bother. The closest she would get to the family was her mother and the second closest would be Baastian there next to her and their playful bickering that always ended with him getting unreasonably upset over something or other she threw in his direction. So she took another drag as he seemed to take her lighter. She could always go buy another one so she just shrugged it off. She wasn't entirely materialistic though it seemed like she became so with all the sudden 'interest' in wearing designer clothing. It was all part of the act, right?

"I like being proven wrong," she glanced over at him slightly, "But only if it's fun in the process...or I get something out of it in the end," she wasn't too prideful where she would flip out if she was proven wrong so she wasn't entirely lying. Her parents proved her wrong time and time again so she was already used to it by now. Professors, students, other staff members, peers. She was used to being proven wrong back when she was some shy little caterpillar just making it through school by being on the outer edges of the inner circle's social ladder. The chick everyone talked to just because her parents had dirt on all of them. It was what happened when your parents were the lawyer and psychiatrist to the wealthy and famous.

She ran her fingers through her hair to keep it out of her face as she took a deep drag, feeling the toxins and somewhat metallic and earthy taste hit the back of her throat. As she blew out, she made an 'O' shape with her mouth to make rings of smoke come out. It was another trick she picked up. She was a very intelligent female when it came to absorbing and learning new things and it was probably why it only took her a summer to turn into the butterfly she was now, "So other than watching females like a creepster, what brings you to the field, Vander-whore?" she had a slight tone of playfulness in her voice that she tended to always have when speaking to him. She didn't know what would have happened if she actually did give it up to him that night. She knew she wouldn't be who she was now. Hell, maybe they would have ended up dating or something like that. Nah, she didn't think they would have. She was new money and old money kids tended to hate the shit out of new money kids...So even if they did date she figured that sooner or later she would have ended up just breaking it off after a while because, well, he seemed like the type who wanted to keep up with his reputation and she would have probably stayed either shy and never breaking out of it entirely or being completely stuck up because she was that one new money chick who managed to get with the hot old money Vanderbilt. Yeah, not just any old money male. The Vanderbilt Males which were known for being notorious drop dead gorgeous and amazing in bed.

Then again so were the Montagues. They were pretty cute...but too weird for her taste. Nice to look at from afar and never to dream about getting with. Minus Bellamy...Eh, maybe Delilah was just being a kissing whore or whatever it was. No, she was acting like a dyke and experimenting where she shouldn't be. Was she a lesbian? No. Not that she knew of. But Bellamy was just....so much fun and Delilah liked the flirting and acting out and such whenever with her. She was just being stupid...She had to be. Chasing girls was her brother's thing...and maybe she was just after Bellamy because her brother hated her...Maybe...Or maybe she actually liked her.
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