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OLIVER.

I awoke the next morning to my alarm blasting in my right ear as my chin hung over the end of the bed, causing me to practically have a neck spasm as my body reacted so "eloquently."

"Gah!" I gasped as the blaring of the alarm sounded in my ear, waking me from my peaceful slumber due to sex- obviously- along with a few blunts yesterday before I passed out.

I slammed my hand down on the alarm a few times and failed to turn it off, so instead of reacting like a normal person would and actually sit up and turn it off, I grabbed the alarm clock and yanked it out of the wall and threw it somewhere.

"Fuck," I groaned as I began pulling myself up into a sitting position where I was resting on my knees. I wiped my eyes and looked around me, feeling all dreary from my sudden state of awakening.

I stared at open space for a second before I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and checked what time it was, and holy fu-

"Today's the day!" I exclaimed as I jumped out of bed and rushed into my bathroom. I immediately turned on the shower and washed away all of my barely conscious state as I rubbed soap up and down my body.

What is today? Well, for one thing it's Tuesday. Another thing is that today is the day that I infiltrate the Mean Girls group, also known as Redford, Hartsfield, and Stan. But can Regina George even infiltrate her own group?

I bolted out of the shower and rapidly dried myself off with a towel before standing in front of my mirror and beginning to work on my hygiene and hair. I brushed my teeth and grinned at my reflection before I connected my phone to the speakers throughout my ceiling all over my house, or my mansion I should say.

Immediately, I clicked on a song that would get me pumped for today's events. I clicked on the one and only, "London Bridge" by Fergie.

My speakers screamed, "Oh shit!" as I turned my blow dryer on and began drying my beautiful masterpiece that I like to call my hair. It's been dyed white for about a year now, and I fucking lived for it. It matched my pale skin perfectly. And I know what you're thinking: Oliver, why is your skin so pale even though you live in Atlanta? I don't necessarily go outside, mainly because I'm a night owl. I am alive at night. Parties occur at my house almost every fucking night, and I'm talking about massive orgies of parties filled with drugs, booze, sex, strippers- you name it, I got it. Yesterday was the first time I haven't had a party here in a while and it was only because I knew that I had fucking plans to fulfill today. Today is my legacy- at least, the start of it.

I swung my body to the music as I continued to blow dry my hair until it was dried enough to satisfy me. I then ran my hands through it a few times to swoosh it the direction I wanted it to go, and I mean my God was I looking hot today.

I danced into my room as I twirled around while swinging my hips to the music. I continued to walk while I spun around into my walk-in closet, and I pulled out something that would guarantee I'd at least arouse one person today. I pulled out black skinny jeans along with a white and black striped t-shirt, and a black zip-up cotton jacket. It was nothing special. It was only Giorgio Armani, nothing like Gucci or Versace.

I pulled on the clothing while still dancing to Fergie's lyrics that were blaring through my house. Once I was dressed, I twirled around as I picked up a pre-rolled blunt off my small stand specifically used to store drugs, and I lit it as I continued dancing. I put the lighter back down on the stand and danced out of my bedroom with the blunt in my mouth.

"Drinks start pourin' and my speech start slurrin'. Everybody start lookin' real good," I mumbled as I pulled the blunt out of my mouth and proceeded to dance to my kitchen. My living room walls were purely giant ass windows. If you don't know what I mean, look up Charlie Puth's house. That fucker copied my ass.

I popped the blunt back in my mouth as I pulled out a box of cereal from my cabinet. I don't eat breakfast, I only have it for when I have cravings while I'm high, but now it was actually being used for what it was meant for.

I exhaled as I set the blunt on the counter. I waltzed over to my refrigerator while still swinging my hips to the music and pulled out the gallon of milk, which I honestly didn't even know I had until two nights ago. Long story short, I had drunkenly sent a shopping list to some grocery store and they delivered all of the items to my house, one of them being a giant ass gallon of milk.

I poured the milk into the bowl and then poured the cereal on top of it. Do not give me shit for it. I don't know how people make cereal because I only eat it when it's dry when I'm high.

I spun around and grabbed a spoon out of a drawer before slamming it shut. I put the blunt to my lips and inhaled before bringing a giant spoonful of cereal to my mouth, causing me to almost moan at the flavor.

"Fuck," I sighed as I shoveled the cereal into my mouth. I was currently leaned over the counter while eating my cereal with the blunt sitting beside the bowl. I was in absolute Heaven.

After I had finished my cereal, I, literally, tossed the spoon and bowl into the sink before picking up my blunt and taking another long inhale filled with marijuana laced vapor. I opened the drawer that pulled out from the counter and grabbed a random set of car keys before grabbing my sunglasses off of the counter and placing them on my face.

While walking out of my house, blunt and car keys in hand, I disconnected my phone from the speakers. I proceeded to then walk down my driveway and while doing that, I hit the unlock button on the keys to see which car would react. The car that reacted to the button was my one and only white and black W Motors Lykan Hypersport, which brought a huge, cocky smile to my face.

If you don't know what kind of car that is, you're not rich enough.

I sat in the driver's seat and practically moaned as I revved the engine. This car carries so many memories. I cannot even count on one hand how many men and women I've fucked solely because of this car. Did I mention I was bisexual? Billy and I are gonna start our own fucking rich kids gay pride parade.

I connected my phone to the speaker and scrolled until I found "Hot Stuff" by Donna Summers. My car began blaring disco music as I continuously turned up the volume while bobbing my head to the music.

I spun around as I reversed and then continued to speed out of my driveway to be stopped by my gatekeeper. I rolled down my window and inhaled the smoke as he studied me, and then he opened the gate as he turned to face forward. I flashed him a smile before I sped out of the neighborhood full of mansions and uptight rich people.

I pulled out in front of some truck on the highway and he blared his horn at me, causing me to stick my hand out the window as I flipped him off while holding the blunt to my lips with the other. Who needs hands when driving anyway?

I drove through traffic and had to repeatedly slam on my breaks as people cut me off, causing me to practically almost start writing everyone's license plates down so I could sue the fuck out of them. But today was a big first step in a new direction. I couldn't be sidetracked by poor people's fucking lawyers.

"Lookin' for some hot stuff, baby this evenin'! I need some hot stuff, baby tonight," I yelled as I sat a red light while swaying my body to the music.

I was currently on my way to The Toldstead to reconvene with my old "friend," Billy Redford, and so I could also meet some new friends along the way.

Austin's plan had changed less than twelve hours after I had told him about Vinny's statement. Now the whole world knew Billy was bisexual, so he had a different goal for me. More like two different options, and that's when Amy, or Carrie, came into play. I had her pick right or left, right being Billy and left being Alice, and her choice had determined who my next "romance" was. Austin had realized that he was going to be incarcerated for life, and I highly doubted he could get out of that and he did too. So, he had given me the choice of who I wanted to seduce and gain access into his or her life. Amy had chosen Alice, so Alice was my newest conquest. I partly wished she would've picked Billy so him and I could've been the gay billionaire power couple of the century for a little while, but I guess this would do. And plus I would be Billy Redford's first boyfriend after his sudden coming out mishap? That would be pornography for the media to fuck themselves to.

Anyway, enough of talking about who I have to fuck now. The reason I have to date, fuck, go on fucking long walks with Alice is because I need a way in, and what's better than fucking yourself into an even bigger plot? That's all I'll tell for now- I have driving to do.

After another about fifteen minutes of silently praying everyone in front of me got into fatal car accidents, I was pulling into the valet of The Toldstead. I turned my car off and pulled my earbuds out of my pocket and put each bud in the correct ear. I plugged the headphones into my phone and scrolled until I found "Hot (N Word)" by Bobby Shmurda.

Once the lyrics started, I got out of my car and took another puff from my blunt before slapping it and my car keys into the employee's hand. Cameras flashed as I walked into the hotel, luckily with my sunglasses still on. Now I would have an article written about me being in The Toldstead. Three billionaires, a Romanian who got involved with the wrong crowd, and a movie cast all have one thing in common: We're all fucking here. Sounds like a punchline to a terrible joke, right?

I stood in the lobby for a moment as I took in what was around me. After a few minutes of just taking it all in, I typed something in my phone and a picture of the man that I was going to ask about in a few moments popped up, causing me to smirk. I walked up to the check-in counter of the hotel and pulled my sunglasses down a tad as I pulled one earbud out of my ear.

"How may I help you?" A girl somewhere around my age asked as she looked up at me with those gorgeous green eyes.

"Hey, Sweetheart," I cooed as I smirked at her. "I have a question that I need you to answer for me," I murmured.

"O-Ok," she whispered as her eyes bulged while staring into mine, causing me to smirk.

I help up my phone and showed her the picture of the man. "Can you tell me what room this man is in?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, afterwards biting my lip.

"S-Sorry, Sir. That's c-confidential," she murmured as her eyes trailed down my face and to my lips.

I leaned forward as I smiled pleadingly at her, something that managed to always get my dick sucked by both males and females. "Even for Oliver Blackheart, Baby?"

She softly moaned while biting her lip as she studied my face. Even if people didn't know who I was, even though I definitely could tell that she knew who I was, my looks always got me pussy in one way or another. And dick. Let's not forget about good cock down the throat once in a while.

"I-I'll see what I can do," she murmured as she turned her attention back to her computer.

I smirked as I studied her face as she looked up the room that I needed her to. I could tell she was anxious while I studied her, but it was only an act for me. I had no intentions of fucking this girl, but I was good at seducing people, and that's all people thought I knew how to do. Everyone thinks that I only know how to fuck and leave. Also everyone thinks I only know how to drink my liver away while doing every drug possible. There's a lot of misconceptions people have about me, and maybe that's why I partly keep doing what everyone thinks that I'm good at. I guess you could say that I feel the need to pertain to what everyone imagines of me, and it's amazing I don't have any STDs. Trust me- I've gotten checked numerous times.

"He's in room 463, Mr. Blackheart," she murmured as her eyes moved to face mine.

I smirked as I pulled my sun glasses back up to sit in the right position. "Thanks, Baby," I murmured before putting my other earbud back in place while turning around to face the direction the elevator was in.

I walked briskly towards the elevator and pressed the arrow facing upwards once I was outside of it. Once inside the elevator, I bobbed my head to the music as I hit the button that would take me to the fourth floor.

Listen, I already knew what room Billy and Alice were in from when Austin had Zayn hack the system and find out what room Alice was in. And I'll let you in on a little secret: I was the one who tracked Billy's phone to see what exit they were taking when they were planning on leaving the hotel only to have Austin's guys meet them there. Whoops.

Truth is, I wanted to know what room Sebastian Stan was in solely for my own intentions. If Amy hadn't chosen Alice, then I would have no need to know where his room was, but Amy had chosen Alice. Meaning, I had to eliminate the competition, also known as Billy Fucking Redford and, maybe, Sebastian Dipshit Stan. I didn't really know if he was a threat or not, but one can never be too cautious. And don't worry, I'm not killing anybody. I just need to ease those two out of the love triangle, or technically the love square since there's about to be four of us. Rectangle, possibly?

The elevator doors closed and I changed the song playing through my earbuds to "All I Want For Christmas Is You" by Mariah Carey. It was the perfect song to dance around the fourth floor of a hotel to so I could gauge my "attack" even further.

Once the upbeat portion of the song started playing, the elevator doors opened on cue and I waltzed onto the fourth floor. I danced down the hall dramatically as I gazed at each room number beside their matching door while keeping an eye out for Sebastian's room number.

I stopped myself mid-dance to see Sebastian's room number right in front of me. I stood in front of his room as I pointed at it from a distance while mouthing out, "I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know! Make my wish come true! All I want for Christmas is you!"

I then dramatically danced down the hall and turned right to go down a separate hallway. The lyrics "I won't ask for much this Christmas; I won't even wish for snow" played over my earbuds and I decided that it was the perfect time to take the small bag of cocaine out of my pocket. I stopped dancing but still continued to mouth out the lyrics as I poured some of the cocaine on my phone screen. I nudged it into a line with the bottom line of the bag and then used a crumpled one hundred dollar bill from my pocket to snort it. Waves of energy flowed through me and I sighed at the feeling. I felt like I could run a fucking marathon.

That's when my dancing really became dramatic.

"'Cause I just want you here tonight holding on to me so tight. What more can I do? Cause baby all I want for Christmas is you," I mouthed out as I danced down the hallway and took another right turn to be met with the elevators. I pressed my fingers against the down arrow harshly and practically flew into the elevator when the doors opened, music still filling my ears with Mariah Carey's Christmas anthem.

Once the elevator reached the third floor, I took my earbuds out and placed them back in the same pocket the rest of my cocaine was in. I slapped my face gently a few times to get myself in the zone, trying to settle myself down from my recent drug usage. My eyes were luckily red from the weed, so that helped with what I was about to do.

I closed my eyes and started to make tears slide down my cheeks as I tried my best bit at acting. Hell, I was never really a good actor- I was just a good liar. And that's what I was doing. Lying my ass off.

I stepped out of the elevator with a smirk on my face as tears continued to cascade down my cheeks. I slowly walked to Billy's and Alice's hotel room and prepared myself for the biggest, longest, and best lie I'll ever get to tell. If I played my cards right, this certain "lie" could last as long as I needed it to. Hell, if Austin was desperate enough, I could pull it off for months, maybe even years.

I knocked on the door softly as I bit my lip as new tears formed in my eyes. I sniffled for dramatic effect, and then low and behold, Billy Redford opened the door with a raised eyebrow before his eyes bulged when he saw the state I was in.

"Oliver?" He asked as he glanced over me.

I sniffled before sighing. "Billy," I sighed as I glanced him over. "I'm so fucking sorry for everything. I should've let you stay with me instead of having to stay here and be bombarded with the paparazzi and other fucking bullshit," I cried.

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BILLY.

"I'm not answering it," Alice called when a knock was heard at our door. "I'm still putting all the clothes I bought away from yesterday."

I rolled my eyes. "That's what happens when you wait until last minute," I murmured, causing her to flip me off.

"Seriously, Billy, were you expecting someone?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

I shook my head. "I don't even have friends," I murmured as I walked cautiously towards the door. "I have you, and then I have business contacts," I murmured as I opened the door cautiously, only to be met with Oliver Blackheart crying in the hallway. His eyes were bloodshot as he wiped his tears away from his eyes.

"Oliver?" I asked as I studied him, my eyes trailing up and down his body.

"Billy," he sighed. "I'm so fucking sorry for everything. I should've let you stay with me instead of having to stay here and be bombarded with the paparazzi and other fucking bullshit," he cried as he watched my eyes.

I shook my head before responding. "It's ok, man," I mumbled. "Genuinely, it's fine."

Oliver shook his head. "I know you don't really consider us friends, Billy," he began. "But I want to help you in whatever way I can, really. I was stupid for being too afraid of the paparazzi finding my house and for being afraid of being in the public eye because of this situation," he cried. "I should've been there for you, Billy. And I'm sorry."

I glanced him over before opening the door to the hotel room a little more so he could enter. "Seriously, Oliver. It's ok," I sighed as I stepped out of his way so he could squeeze through.

Oliver walked hesitantly into the hotel room and glanced around. "At least you're living in style," he mumbled as a small smile spread across his face.

I chuckled. "It's not that bad," I murmured with a small smile.

"Billy," Alice said as she entered the main room. "Are you gonna introduce me to your friend?" She asked with a raised eyebrow and a smirk, referring to my previous statement claiming that I had no other friends besides her.

"I'm Oliver," Oliver mumbled as he offered her a wide smile.

Alice flashed him a wide smile as she stepped a foot closer to him. "I like your hair, Oliver," she said as she held out her hand for him to shake, which he kindly accepted her offer. "And I'm Alice."

I glanced between the two before mumbling, "He's the Oliver I was telling you about before."

Oliver's eyes found mine and he smirked. "All good things, I hope," he chuckled.

Alice giggled in response. "Only the best," she whispered.

Oliver smirked in response.

I cleared my throat awkwardly, causing both of their gazes to snap back to mine once again.

I had honestly forgotten how mesmerizing Oliver truly was. I don't find myself attracted to him, not at all, but he is a beautiful human being. And for some reason the white hair just pulled his whole act together. Normal people can't pull off white hair because it makes them look old, but Oliver on the other hand... Jesus Christ! What am I saying?

Oliver clapped his hands together as he chuckled. "I thought I'd come here to apologize for being an absolute douchebag to you before, Billy. And you too, Alice," he murmured as he cast a flirty glance at her. "But that's all I came here to do," he sighed with an apologetic look on his face.

"No, Oliver. Really, stay," I sighed as I placed a hand on his shoulder. "It'd be nice to have a, um, friend around here," I mumbled as I cast a quick glance at Alice upon saying the word 'friend.'

"Are you sure?" Oliver asked as he raised an eyebrow with a sheepish smile.

Alice exclaimed, "Of course! Billy and I don't really have friends out here anyway." She took a short pause before murmuring, "Or any friends at all."

Oliver chuckled as he tilted his head back. "Then in that case," he murmured as he looked between Alice and I.

"I'd be delighted."

THE SHITSHOW HAS ONLY BEGUN LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.

also i am sorry for using the "n-word" in a song title, even if it is referenced as "(N word)." and you guys have to understand that I'm not racist at all. (and also neither is Oliver- but he's still my favorite villain of the story.) but i just thought the song fit him well with that scene...i'm sorry and i hope no one is truly offended.

on a more hopefully non-offensive note:

tHe SuSpEnSe ThO

oliver is daddy. tell me im wrong.

also here's what Oliver's hair looks like except Oliver's hair is snow white; this is only to show the style: