A little discussion /Rachel/

[Spencer Carlin]

Stepping into the cool-aired building, a young teen’s gaze shift from one end of it to the next, finally spotting an empty table. Her reef-covered feet swiftly made their way towards the seating area. Upon reaching it, Spencer sat down. She crossed her legs and her arms simultaneously and glanced up at the waiter who had followed her to the table. She ordered her usual and soon the waiter left her alone once again.

She was not to be alone for long though. Spencer had called Rachel, suggesting the two should meet up with each other. She had heard about the fight between Rachel and Jimmy, but that was not the reason for inviting Rachel to the cafe today. She had far more important things on her mind, and by the way, it wasn’t her business.

Dressed in a black and gray striped, long-sleeved shirt and a denim mini skirt on her lower body, Spencer waited patiently for Rachel. She’d have to admit, she was a bit nervous. Rachel was Miss big and bad while Spencer was miss sweet and innocent, most of the time anyways. The two really never had a normal conversation, unless you count when they first had met, at the galleria, and Rachel had picked out and paid for her dress for the party. I guess it was because her and Jimmy had been so close. Hmm, I guess she just got lucky....


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[Rachel Louise]

Rachel had to admit--it had been a little shocking--no, wait, suprising--when Spencer had called her cell to say that they should meet up. God knew how she had gotten the number--maybe from Jimmy, but whatever. The two hadn't spoken since Rachel's party, and that day at the mall where Rachel had bought the dress.

She was interested in what Spencer had to say. Sue her, but maybe Spencer had guts or just didn't care. Rachel wasn't going to rip her apart, because the two were opposites and got along quite nicely. Spencer was pretty and had okay fashion sense. Her boyfriend was hot, she had friends, and she fit in. Maybe it was a friendship that was going to begin.

Rachel was dressed in a white Roberto Cavalli button-up, belted with a thick red leather Pucci vintage belt. This was paired with black tweed Ralph Lauren short-shorts and red patent leather peep-toe Christian Louboutin shoes. The black was a plain black leather Kate Spade shoulder bag. A pretty spectacular outfit, on the whole.

She spotted Spencer sitting at one of the little tables, and she walked over with a warm smile. "Hey," She said, sitting down as the waiter brought her a non-fat mocha latte and a glass of water. "What's new?"

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[Spencer Carlin]

As Rachel reached the table that she had already occupied, Spencer sat up in her seat, and placed her hands upon the tabletop. She returned Rachel’s smile, her straight teeth coming into view. That may have been the only thing that Spencer was proud of. Yes, her smile. The straightness was a result and awarding price from the two years of braces she had gotten in the seventh grade. Yeah, it was definitely worth it.

“Nothing really.” Spencer answered, trying to be as modest as possible, though she did have a perky tone to her voice. Was she afraid of Rachel? Hell yes. She knew the girl was a bitch, getting on to her good side may have been the challenge, but Spencer believed she could befriend the girl. She must.

“So...about cotillion” she started, almost a devilish smile appearing on her face. “There is someone that I think may ruin my night. I don’t want to see it happen...” She finished, hoping Rachel would see where this was going.


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[Rachel Louise]

Ooh, so Spencer wanted revenge on someone? My God, that was interesting--and Rachel was, obviously, the girl for the job. Revenge plans were her specialty, and that was why everyone was so intimidated. That was why they bowed down--because Rachel bit back.

She bit back hard.

Licking her Dior-glossed lips and taking a sip of her latte, she looked at Spencer over the rim of the cup, her eyes glittering maliciously. "I'm the woman for the job. Do I know this... someone? Don't say the name out loud--you never know who's watching, or listening. Just give me a clue or something." She laughed, lowering the cup.

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[Spencer Carlin]

Spencer nodded her head in agreement. “Yeah, I know, that is why I came to you. And yes, you know this someone. I’m pretty sure. I mean, who /don’t/ you know, right?” Spencer chuckled, cupped her hands over her lips so that they were only viewable by Rachel, and mouthed the enemies name to her. She made sure her vowels were clearly seen so she would not have to repeat herself.

After silently stating the name, Spencer dropped her hands and let them rest atop the table once again. It was out. Rachel now knew the one person she didn’t have a good vibe about. Of course this was all just to help Spencer out, right? I mean, she didn’t /want/ to hate anyone, but really, she was sensing something about this female and it wasn’t a good one.


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[Taylor Clear]

Rachel leaned closer to Spencer as she mouthed the name, as if being nearer to the whispered words would help her to percieve them. As the name came out, Rachel smirked, settling her skinny butt into the chair and sipping her coffee. This was interesting. Very interesting.

"Yeah, I know her. No good vibes, at all. We don't need someone like that prancing around." Here Rachel inserted an eye roll and a flick of the hair, maybe at the memory of said person in general. Most likely. "Something has to be done. I'm with you--got any ideas? Cotillion would make the most sense."[/size]

[Spencer Carlin]

When Rachel gave a signified smirk, Spencer smirked back. Okay, so Rachel was along with it all. Not liking this girl that is. Great. Now she wouldn’t have to do this alone. Spencer’s drink finally had arrived. The Italian waiter apologized for the wait, blaming it all on some of the staff members who worked the machines. Spencer assured him it was okay and then thought to herself how Rachel would have handled the situation. She probably would have yelled and thrown a fit, but Spencer was fine with it. Really.

“I don’t exactly have any ideas, at least not yet. That is why I called you, I was hoping that you and I could think up something.” She stated, taking a sip of her Caramel Macchiato. It was her usual order. She loved it. Spencer then pondered for a second about the mishap that would happen at cotillion due because of her and Rachel. Oh yes, it was going to be good.


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[Taylor Clear]

Rachel smiled politely--she wasn't raised in a barn, after all--at the waiter. Her mother had taught her manners well. Throwing fits was really more Lauren. It was odd, because Rachel never raised her voice. She found a silent and forboding approach much more tactful. It was more intimidating, more effective. Of course not for use on a waiter, though.

"Hm... you know..." Rachel thought about it. Hadn't she met...? Yes, she had. That would work nicely. She leaned in towards Spencer's ear and whispered the general idea, cupping her hand over her mouth so nobody could see or hear. It was a little obvious what they were talking about was important, but hopefully nobody could hear. "Sound good?" Rachel laughed a little, showing white teeth.

ooc; Wait, Courtney, remember the idea?

[Spencer Carlin]

After being told the basics of the scheme the two would pull at cotillion, Spencer smiled back at Rachel and nodded her head. It was a good plan, simple, but good. It would definitely teach this whore a lesson. One that would bring her conscience to her mind whenever she saw a guy. One that she would end up kicking herself in the ass after remembering all of the things she has done. ‘The bitch was going down.’ The last sentence seemingly made its way out of Spencer’s mouth. It came out as a mumble and she hadn’t even realized she had said it. The truth.

ooc: Yeah. I remember. xD

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[Taylor Clear]

Rachel grinned. Such a perfect line, one she used over and over. It never got old, for some reason. It only made it better than Spencer hadn't even intended on copying anyone, hadn't intended on impressing anyone. People like that were so much easier to get along with.

"If anyone can do it, you and I can." Rachel said and sipped her drink, a small smile lighting up her eyes with malice. She officially liked Spencer, because it appeared that no shows were being put on just for this meeting--everything was effortless. Not fake.

Like some people we know all too well.

Rachel's thoughts drifted to Jimmy, quite ironically. It struck her that this was his sister. She put down her drink abruptly, looking at her hands, folded in her lap.

[Spencer Carlin]

Hmm, so the ‘meeting’ that Spencer had set up for the two of them was over, she had done well, or so she thought. Yeah, the two could get along. She may have not been as close to Rachel or Lauren or even E.V as the three were, but she hadn’t intended on that. She hadn’t come here today to try and be best friends with Rachel. She didn’t even need ‘best friends’ she could really do fine with just some acquaintances, seeing as she was an independent young woman non-the less.

“Well then, it’s all set.” She remarked, grinning widely at the girl who sat opposite of her. Her smile then faded as Rachel’s head dropped. Was something wrong? She didn’t exactly look ‘happy’ more like troubled, if anything. Spencer glanced around the room for a second before letting her eyes fall back upon Rachel. “Um. Are you alright?” she asked, furrowing her eyebrows a bit. She hadn’t known exactly how to put her words, but they came out pretty close to what she was thinking...or wondering for that matter.

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[Rachel Louise]

Rachel looked up. Shit, she had been pretty obvious, which wasn't what she intended on. Spencer looked like she was... curious? No, not the right word. Wondering. That's it. "Yeah... I guess. I have a lot on my mind lately." She took another sip of her coffee, merely to cover up and put out the signal that she was okay.

Meek effort.

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[Spencer Carlin]

Spencer tilted her head to the side a bit, offering a wide, tooth grin. “Alright. Well, if you need to talk, I’m here.” She stated, taking her macchiato into hand and bringing it towards her mouth. She shook her head slowly and looked away, letting the warm, sweet, liquid accompany the inside of her mouth before swallowing. If Rachel had something to say, she should, by all means, just say it. Spencer wasn’t going to force it out of her. She just wasn’t that type of person, but she was definitely the type that would listen.

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[Rachel Louise]

Rachel shook her head, almost letting out a laugh. Not at Spencer, but possibly just at life in general. Irony was normally something that Rachel appreciated, even enjoyed, but right now it was kind of bugging her--a lot.

"Well. Seeing as it's about your brother I don't know if this is the right place to say it. But I'm okay, I really am. Being just a little bit broken makes you stronger--I've learned it before." A little broken? More like a lot torn up--Rachel lied awake at night, replaying the scene with Jimmy in the parking lot over and over again. It hurt, but there was absolutely nowhere to place the blame. It could be that they both saw fault in what had happened because of their personalities... Rachel had called Jimmy scared.

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[Spencer Carlin]

Spencer’s eyes fluttered closed as she smiled to herself and Rachel. Setting the coffee down onto the tabletop, she nodded her head a couple of times and re-opened her eyes. “Mm. Jimmy.” She started, placing her hands atop the table and intertwining her skinny fingers before continuing. “He’s been acting a little...weird, sort of speak, lately. He’d come home and, without a word, go straight to his room. I personally wouldn’t know what is up with him though. It’s been a while since he and I have actually had an engaging conversation. Things aren’t exactly how they used to be between him and I.” There was almost a dramatically sad tone in Spencer’s spoken words. Everything she spoke of was from the heart. It was true that her and Jimmy hadn’t been as close as before. They wouldn’t have normal talks. Hell, he never spoke to her unless he /had/ to. But lately, he hadn’t been speaking to anyone. Inside Spencer felt that it was because of Rachel, especially because she had just said it was because of him that she seemed so down.

“What happened?” she finally asked, furrowing her eyebrows. Maybe Spencer shouldn’t be asking Rachel all of this, but really, this /was/ her brother.

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