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Dressed in casual clothing, a pair of white skinny jeans and a tight fitting black shirt, one wouldn’t even realize that the blonde was supposed to go on a date. Considering that they were just planning on watching a movie then grabbing some dinner afterwards, she decided to wear something where she would be comfortable the whole time. When Logan affirmed that he would be alright with it, her lips curled up into a wide smile as she crouched down the floor to let Arthur roam around. Since she’s pretty much here a few times a week, her dog was already familiar with the place and she was certain that he wouldn’t do something troublesome. “Just watching that new Mockingjay movie then maybe getting some pizza afterwards. Would you like me to get you some takeouts?” the blonde offered with a grin as she fished out to take her phone, checking if she has any new message. "You’re seriously the best, have I told you that?“

Logan couldn’t help but let his eyes roam appreciatively over her body, but being sure to not look like some sort of perv. He knew his friend was gorgeous, but he never had the guts to actually express those thoughts.  “Sounds like... fun...” He tried his best to sound enthusiastic, but it wouldn’t have surprised him if it came out more like a question instead. He moved to sit back onto the couch and called Arthur over before petting the dog while listening to the blonde. “No, it’s fine. I wouldn’t want to ruin your date. The kiss at the end of the night is what you’re looking for right?” he said through a small smile, as his eyes dropped down onto her lips and imagined what it would feel like. He then shook that thought away before petting the spot beside him. “Come sit. Is he picking you up from here or your house?”

“──And why would I keep sleeping with they if they were that useless, Court?” She raised an eyebrow, before she rolled her eyes, averting the girl’s gaze. “You have a brain. Use it.” Cassidy pouted. “Because it is not polite to drawn more attention than the host── not that I won’t automatically do it anyway.” She replied, ignoring any implication of Courtney’s words. The blonde had meant that she was a slut, of course, and she wasn’t at all wrong, but it wasn’t her job to point that out. “And it is so much better when someone take your clothes off. Maybe that is what is going wrong for you… That mentality right there.” 

Courtney looked like a barbie doll ── not that Cassidy didn’t look like a doll herself, but her upbringing had given her some more edge. Or so she thought. She had been raised by an FBI agent, after all. Her godfather was an agent too and her mother forced her and her sister to take self-defense classes even though her father had been training them for years. It was what kept her body in such a great shape. And if the delicacy gave Courtney advantages on the runaway, she definitely could beat the girl on a fight. “Wouldn’t you love to beat me?” She teased. Cassidy was too competitive to let a challenge pass by. If that is what the blonde wanted, she would give to her. “I am sure she could find some time to try that.” She added in a lower tone ── they didn’t need the press to taint their relationship; they both could do it in their own accords.

She shrugged, even if she had heard, she knew that Courtney would let her up to pair about what the media was saying about her. Not that her friend would let an opportunity like that slide. Once, she tried to have her name on Google Alert, and as well Benjamin’s, Nathan’s, Roman’s and even Courtney’s, but it had been worse than the time she decided to let her snapchat open to messages. She went nuts with the notifications. “Oh, am I?” She questioned, not even bothered to fake an expression. Magazines and websites were always creating stories about them. Cassidy rolled her eyes before she said, “as if, Courtney.” Even if she were, maybe she just wasn’t ready to tell her friend. She didn’t have to let the blonde know everything right away. 

Cassidy, however, had no intention to be in a serious relationship. In some level, she feared them. The idea of too much intimacy was overwhelming. She liked how her life was ── she didn’t have to care if she was going to hurt anyone on her way to the top. “Why, though? Are you scared that my imaginary boyfriend and I will get too much attention, bestie?” She mocked, still not taking her eyes off the phone. It was the modelling world ── it was all about appearances and popularity.

Sometimes Courtney can’t stand Cassidy, but this was the nature of their relationship. Even though they were friends, they would do just about anything to gain more attention, popularity, wealth and beauty. Courtney would never let her past deter her strive for career, but she was still a human and ever though he claimed to be a soulless figure, she was easily hurt. She felt a little bit of herself wince from the jab Cassidy made, but refused to show any signs of it. She just plastered on a fake smile and said, “Please, if this mentality was wrong then I wouldn’t be more popular than you with the tabloids right now, now won’t I?” Courtney added a little smirk to go along with that before she let her eyes slide past the brunette to the window beside her. 

Courtney shrugged a shoulder at the brunette’s determination to ‘beat’ her in almost everything-- even something as small as strength and self- defence. “Whatever.” she said through a roll of her eyes. Even though there was a million things she could’ve said in response to Cassidy’s words, she didn’t feel like wasting her breath over such a minuscule thing that didn’t affect her in any way. Hell, if this meant that Courtney would be more loved by the tabloids then she would be arguing with Cassidy all that, but unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. 

Her eyes then slid back to the gorgeous brunette, as Courtney looked at her friend with a look of disbelief. “Seriously? You’re trying to be coy with me? Maybe you should save it for the tabloids. We both know you needs as many scandalous stories as you need right now, bestie.”  she mocked back at her before letting out a small scoff. She knew she was being rude and snarky, but she just couldn’t help herself, but take this opportunity to gain the upper hand in this ‘banter’ of theirs. “And plus, I’ve been seen out with a few people and that’s more than enough for me. I don’t need people thinking that I’m going through boys like garbage bags. I’m sure the paparazzi were nice enough to not make you look like one though.”

Jonathan couldn’t help but smile when she agreed to come with him. It was just coffee, he reminded himself, but he had a feeling that it would still be a good time. He knew that he enjoyed Alaina’s company from the small amount of time that he had spent with her, and that he certainly wouldn’t mind spending more time with her. That was why he had decided to ask her to get coffee with him. He waited patiently as she gathered her things, and walked alongside her towards the exit of the building. “That is exactly what was happening,” he said with a nod and a soft laugh. “Which certainly wouldn’t be a good thing for either of us, so I thought that a short break would be a good idea.”

“Coffee’s never a bad idea.” she said through a cheeky little grin just because she was excited at the thought of the smell of coffee to assault her senses. “Come on. Now that you’ve promised me coffee, I’m on a one tracked mission.” she said through a serious face and made a gesture with her hand before bursting into giggles. “I’m sorry, I’m probably delirious from all the papers I was marking. Don’t mind me.”