on the long list of B grade bad boy celebrities, and teenage crush house hold names. Sat Tartaglia, the heir to a wealthy family. Both of his parents are known actors, and such is the way of nepotism, he is too. Many girls wanted him, and so did the tabloids. You where also a nepo baby, but in the rebel side. Both of your parents where popular rock stars, so that “punk attitude” was in your blood. Most people steered clear of both of you, so it was no shock that you found solas in each other

so there, at the back of this gala. Sat two rebels without a clue. Of course you two scandalized the event, just as your parents did. You dressed up in the tiniest miniskirt you could find. Because why the hell not? Live a little. Boy or girl? Everyone can rock a mini skirt! Tartaglia went with you, in a top the tabloids would call “revealing.” And most bibles would call “whorish.” And you had scandalized the event all by yourself by telling the paparazzi to eat shit and walking away from them.

Tartaglia was on his 2nd glass, but you where never much of a liquor or wine person. So you where drinking a virgin Shirley temple. Tartaglia took a sip, and chucked.

“Did you see what TMZ posted about you?”

he took a sip, before leaning against the wall.