Back Again. /Jeremy/

[Eva Lilly Turner]

Back again to this same place that she was at just earlier this week. Why did she find herself here so often? Eva, donning a Chip and Pepper jeans mini with chesnut Uggs(an australian staple) and a lime green wifebeater she bought from Fred Segal.

She plopped down in a comfy, dark plum colored chair and crossed her just-waxed-the-other-day legs. She held her cappuchino muffin in her hand, and ripped off a piece and placed it in her mouth, and chewed several times before swallowing.

She glanced around, seeing not so many people there, probably because they were getting ready for Cotillion, but she liked to take her time. And besides, she still had a couple of hours to find an escort...

[Jeremy Schellenberg]

Jeremy was in a pretty good mood, probably because he hadn't seen Adrienne in a couple hours. Whenever he thought of what had went down at the beach, it made him really pissed. Sure, he had come out on top--but that wasn't the way things were supposed to work out, her playing him like that. Jeremy Schellenberg did the playing, though not in such a maniacal way. He was perfectly ready to have another hookup, thank you very much. Not even a Martin debutante could make him fall in love.

So he had pulled on a black Lacoste polo and dark-wash semi-destroyed Diesel jeans. His hair was growing a little longer, and his dark blue eyes sparkled. He had just been surfing, which usually put him in a really good mood, oddly enough. Maybe it was the salt water...

Jeremy, stepping into Paparazzi for his morning coffee, scoped out the chicks. There weren't many, because it was the morning of cotillion and they were all primping. It was mostly dudes, just because they couldn't give a flying fuck about some Orange-County-debutante-ball. He did spot one girl, though... what was her name? She had just moved here, right? Some chick-rock wannabe-superstar. Eva, that was right.

Jeremy walked up to the counter and grabbed his usual mug of black coffee, stepping over to his armchair and sitting down.

[Eva Lilly Turner]

Eva noticed a handsome guy come in and she let her honey brown eyes follow him around the cafe. She saw him sat down at a table near hers and then averted her eyes away, but then looked back and smiled her half-smile that most guys seemed to think was cute. "Wanna come sit over here with me?" Her australian accent super-thick, something she realized she did when she was talking to boys. She gestured to the matching dark-plum arm chair in front of her and raised her nicely shaped eyebrow.

[Jeremy Schellenberg]

Jeremy looked up at the girl. She wasn't the classic-featured girl he usually seemed to go for, or anything of that type, but there was no doubt that she was rather pretty, if not Orange-County-esque sexy... Which usually meant preppy-sexy. Prude-sexy.
Err, right.
He shrugged. "Sure." Nope, there was no trace of the usual cute, quirky pick-up line... at least Jeremy's weren't cheesy and pathetic. They always did seem to get the girl. He went over and sat down in the armchair next to her.
He laughed, his mouth turning into a gorgeous smile. "So, funny that I don't know your name... let me guess?"

[Eva Lilly Turner]

She returned the smile, "Give it a go", she uncrossed, and recrossed her long legs, making sure to give him the right amount of skin to get him interested, but not too much so as to keep him wondering.

"And you are Jeremy, I presume? I've heard a bit about you through some people here...", she smirked slightly, not one to judge people about what she heard from girls.

[Jeremy Schellenberg]

He glanced at her come-hither leg pose for the appropriate length of time as was routine, eyeing them appreciatively but not ogling. He had seen better, yet he had also seen worse... but those Ugg boots. He almost shivered. Through Rachel he had learned to appreciate fashion, and Uggs were totally last year.

"Yeah, I'm Jeremy. And you're... Eva. I've heard about you through... record labels?" He raised an eyebrow.

[Eva Lilly Turner]

Eva smiled slightly, "Yea. My pop was a major lead singer in an australian band. I'm trying to start my own solo career." She shrugged. "Heard anything good?" She licked her lips and decided they needed another coat of gloss. She reached into her Dolce and Gabanna hobo bag and pulled out her favorite Dior lipgloss that had a tint of light pink. She smeared it on her lips and re-established eye contact with the oh-so-hott, Jeremy.

[Jeremy Schellenberg]

"Music is a cool thing--something I can't do. Maybe I'll find out a have a hidden talent for the fucking cymbals or something, one day when I'm an old man." There was the quirky humor again. Jeremy laughed and sipped his coffee, looking Eva straight in the eye. He was good with eye contact.

"Err, I haven't really heard anything, but I have half of the O.C. debutantes--my friends, so you better not say anything bad--calling me and telling me the latest gossip, and apparently your moving here is a semi-big-deal for some of the second-string girls." Jeremy laughed and rolled his eyes, not meaning any offense at all. He had a lot of friends that were girls, even some that weren't all that popular... most were A-List, though.

[Eva Lilly Turner]

"Mmm, fucking cymbals, huh? Sounds...kinky", she smiled suggestively and then replied to what he said, "Well, what can I say. I am kind of a big deal." She rubbed her lips together, enjoying the feeling of them sliding across each other. "So tell me Jeremy, are you really all that the girls here bring you up to be?" You know, the sexy badass that's good in bed. Or maybe that was just a rumor. Maybe she'll find out for herself...

[Rachel Louise]

Jeremy took an easy swig of his coffee. Now, that was an interesting and rather simple question she was asking. Was he all that people said? Clearly she had heard something...
"If you want the complete answer you'd have to find out for yourself, but I'd say yeah. Of course I am." He was a Schellenberg--the cocky air came rather naturally, and it was deemed just a part of his respectable personality, in the scheme of things.
"And you, Eva? Are you really such a big deal?"

[♥ Lindsey Tudor♥]

She bit her bottom lip and looked at him micheviously. "I'll let you be the judge," she brushed a strand of her sun-streaked hair from her doe-like eyes. It was surprising that her hair was still sun-streaked from being in the sun everyday back in Australia after not being there for 2 months. She moved a bit closer to him so that her knee touched his under the table, she smirked.

[Rachel Louise]

Jeremy smirked right back at her, but didn't lean closer. He had to see how much this girl wanted him, because it was a rude little maniacal game he played, though never would he take it to the point that Adrienne had. That girl was like fucking haunting him. He had just gotten so pissed.

"So, why aren't you rushing around and getting 'mani-pedis' before cotillion with everyone else?" He raised an eyebrow, anticipating a sarcastic and rather refreshing remark.

[♥ Lindsey Tudor♥]

"Because I'll look good without all that shit", she smiled. There she goes again, I'm-the-shit-and-you-should-know-it attitude. Hmm, well, if you don't like it go fuck a cow.
"While on the subject of cotillion, any lady you will be escorting?"

[Rachel Louise]

Ahh, the classic question. As if it didn't matter to her.
Of course it did, she wouldn't have asked if it didn't. Those things mattered to all girls, for some wierd, possibly hormonal reason. Sometimes Jeremy still viewed them as an alien species, much as he.. erm... enjoyed their company?
"Nobody." He shrugged. "I'm waltzing with my cousin Taylor, but only because she doesn't really have a date." At the mention of Taylor he looked down at his hands. He had found out yesterday.

[♥ Lindsey Tudor♥]

"Is that so?" She twisted the Tiffany and Co. band that she adorned on her right ring finger. She reasoned with herself not to be rash or anything, and in the end she decided to wait a bit. "That's a surprise. You're kind of hott." Blunt and honest. Just how she liked it.