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Taboo Lives Revealed (Frelance and HelOfAGirl)

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(ooc: we started this first in pm. Decided to move it to a thread 'just in case'. Couldn't decide what part to copy and paste in here, so decided to copy and paste the whole thing starting from the beginning. But so it's not too long, I decided to copy it in many posts. Frelance's reply is in blue and mine is yellow. Except for my last reply.)

(Let me know if this works for you :) )

Damen Spencer
Physical Traits: Standing at 6'1" his has a slim build that he has worked hard to keep it well toned and in shape. His hair is a dark black with just the tips died a deep crimson. His eyes are a lighter blue than his father's but only by a few shades.

He looked out the window of the limo but he didn't see the buildings that past by as him mind jumped back to the day that the scandal had been published. He had been out with a few friends the night before and was still hung over when he left the hotel he had crashed at. Damen had been waiting for a taxi crouching against the buildings wall and enjoying a smoke. The Advil he had taken was just starting to kick in when a pair of heels stepped into his view and stood there. He took his time studying the shoes and taping the ashes on to the ground before he followed the legs up to the face of one of many reporters he had grown to know by site. As soon as she had seen she had his attention she started asking him if he had known that his dad had raped his aunt.

She had only gotten to ask a few question before a limo drove up and his father got out. The look he gave the reporter told Damen all he needed to know even before he was ushered into the back of the stretch followed quickly by his father. Damen found a copy of a tabloid with the story in the back seat so he spent the ride home reading through the story. When he would look up at his father but could not make eye contact with him Damen knew that the story was true. When he had tried to ask a question his father just told him to wait until they got home. The day had been spent arguing between the two of them and then between his father and mother when she showed up. They had already been split up for a few years now but that didn't stop them from arguing again.

That night his aunt had come over and after a few hours Damen had calmed down and even if he did not completely agree with them. The idea of being that close to a family member was something he didn't think he could ever understand unless it happened to him. He had said his good bye to Nicole and rode along with her to the airport. When he got home he had spent the next few days at the house staying away from the press. He had intended to go on a trip with some friends just to get away from the city when he heard about his aunts death.

He blinked and looked around realizing that they had arrived at the cemetery. He wiped a few tears off his cheek just now realizing he had been crying. When the car stopped he slipped on a pair of shades and got out of the car with his father. During the funeral he kept glancing at Carley as she stood across from him. He had found out a week ago that she would be moving in with them until she was eighteen.

He wasn't sure what to make of her so he kept quite as they walked back to the limo. Once inside he took off his shades and hung them on the front of his shirt. He openly looked at Carley with sorrow filled eyes but he still didn't say anything until the door was closed behind his father. "You want a drink?" His voice was think with emotions that were barely under control as he leaned forward and opened the mini fridge in the limo to pull out a bottle of vodka. Setting it on top he poured a shot of the alcohol and offered it to her.


(It's perfect :) )

Carley nodded yes, but was surprised when instead of a juice, bottled water or soda, he'd pulled out a bottle of vodka. She'd looked over at his father, their father, half expecting him to object but when he didn't she accepted the shot of vodka and drank it. Immediately wishing she hadn't. "I'm use to having this in orange juice," she said, after the coughing fit subsided. "Of course my parents.. I mean Pamela and Greg didn't know."

It was as if the rug she'd been standing on was suddenly and without warning pulled out from under her. She didn't know what the rules were now as she looked across at the man who was her biological father. She was sitting next to her half brother. She had a brother. How many times in the past had she wished that she had brothers and sisters? And now she had one. A half brother who didn't talk to her at the cemetery, but that was okay because she hadn't known what to say to him either.

But that was when Damen's father told her it was okay if she wasn't comfortable calling him dad, yet. He then told her that she could call him by his first name for a while, which was Jack, until she warmed up to him.

Carley, mumbled a "Thanks," but honestly didn't know if she would ever be able to call him dad. Even though she didn't know Damen either, she felt more comfortable with him. Of course that could be because of the scandal.
 
"It tastes better mixed but you look like you could use a hard drink." He took his own shot then put the bottle back in the fridge. Then laid back in his seat. "How did you get the vultures held at the gates?" He looked at his dad as he spoke and folded his arms over his chest.

"The usual. Some donations and threats of law suit if any of them got close enough to disturb us or the funeral. Nicole deserved to have a funeral in peace at the very least." His face had darkened a bit but after a quick glance out the window he turned back to his children and smiled. "Damen you don't mind showing Carley around until she gets settled right?" Damen glanced over at his sister and shrugged. "Not at all. Does this mean we get one of the cars then?" The glance that the two shared showed that Damen wasn't just asking but there didn't really seem to be much tension between them. "Choose one when we get home."

Grinning Damen leaned forward again and dug through the fridge until he found a monster, opening it he looked at Carley. "Help yourself, whats mine is yours and all that Jazz." He smiled at her then slipped the shades back on before he started to chug half his drink. The drive didn't seem to take as long as it had to get to the funeral so when they got to the house, Damen had never thought of it as a mansion. It was just home to him. "So what do you want to do first?" He gotten out of the limo and stretched but made no move to go inside yet as he looked at his sister. It was odd knowing that he was not an only child anymore and really never had been one.

(Glad you liked it! I figured Damen should have had his own screw ups being a celebratie's child not many of them made it to tabloids but a few probably would have so I just wanted to show that he knew how to wait until he was in private before he did something by law he shouldn't. Having a drink at the funeral seemed to be a good way to do that.)


Choose one when we get home? Just how many cars did they have? she wondered. Pamela and Greg had just the family car and an old ford truck. The truck they had had to sell because of Pamela's medical bills, which had sucked because they'd promised it to her after she'd gotten her driver's license, but that's life. At least thanks to her their dad, the medical bills were paid and they wouldn't have to go bankrupt.

She smiled back before leaning forward and grabbing a monster energy drink for herself. He had said that whatever was his is hers, she was going to take advantage of that. She wondered if that went for anything else of his too, like cars. She doubted it, but the thought made her smile again as she leaned back in her seat.

Carley was much more comfortable now, than when she'd first climbed into the limo, and she found that she liked her brother, even though still didn't know really know him. And their father? Well, she wasn't as uncomfortable as she had been. But she was still glad that he had suggested Damien show her around, instead of deciding to do that himself.

"Check out the cars," she'd answered after she'd climbed out of the limo after him. But then shrugged, and said, "Anything you want to do first."

She was looking past Dameen at the house and a "Woah" came tumbling out. It may just be 'home' to him, but to Carley it did look like a mansion. A cold breeze had picked up, and some blond strands had managed to escape the barette. She reached up and removed it.

Actually, what she had wanted to say when he'd asked her what she wanted to do first was tell him that she wanted to talk about his aunt, Nicole. She had so many questions about her biological mother, and now that she was gone forever, the only people who could answer them was her father and brother.

Wow. She had a brother.

The thought occured to her then that he might not really like her moving in, because of the um.. scandal. Once their father was out of earshot, she asked, "Damen, are you really okay with me living here?"


Damen smiled as said she wanted to see the cars. "Ya lets go choose a car. Can drive standard?" He led her around the house to the garage. He opened the door and flicking the lights on.

There were four uncovered cars parked in the garage with three more that were covered off to the side against the wall. "So we have the Ferraria. There there is the, Aston Martin One-77, dodge virper and the last one is the El Camino. I swear thats the car that Dad and Nicole drove down to holly wood in but they never admited it." He walked past the cars and ran his hand over each one as he named it.

Pausing at the El camino he leaned against it and looked back at at her considering her question for a moment. "Tell you the truth I don't know. I have never had a sibling before so I don't know what I am supposed to do." He gave her a weak grin and shrugged. "All I can do is see how things go and try not to get our faces in the paper for anything bad." He wan his hand over the car for a few seconds before he asked a question of his own. "Do you believe that Jack raped Nicole?" He pulled off his shades as he watched her. He had been worried about what she thought about the whole scandal ever since she had come into the picture. He kept an eye on the door just in case dad or someone else decided to check up on them. It didn't happen often but once in a while it did.


"No, just automatic." But she really wished she'd learned standard as well, especially after her blue eyes rested on the cars in the garage. She watched Damen run his hand over each car that he'd introduced to her. The last one being the El camino.

His boldness asking the question, was refreshing. It was a relief to Carley to find out that he was the time to come right out and ask what he wanted to know instead of hinting or working up to it.

She looked at him, not answering right away. He was leaning against the car that he'd told her they'd drove to holly wood in, though they'd never admitted it. He'd removed his sunglasses and was studying her.

"I had wanted to ask you that too, but didn't know how to bring it up." As she aproached him, she wondered if that was normal of him. To get straight to the point like that. She hoped it was, because she'd always found people that were the opposite very irritating. I mean if you wanted to know something, it was better to just come right out and ask.

She paused in front of the El Camino, reached out and touched the car, as she did she imagined Nicole and Jack driving to holly wood. "I don't know." She said, answering his question. "I know most believe that he did, but most people seem to want to believe that the worst is true, like it's exciting or something. Jack said he didn't, and though my first reaction was like everyone else's, I want to believe he was telling the truth."

She wasn't acostumed to checking first to see if anyone was listening in. In fact it never occurred to her to first look around to make sure no one else was around before she said to him, "You know him better than I do. Do you believe that Jack raped Nicole?"

 
As she started to answer him he crossed his arms over his chest and swung the glasses back and forth as he listened to her. At least she was being honest with him about how she felt. "He didn't. I know my dad and I knew my aunt." He looked down at the ground and paused before he spoke again. "I spent hour with her and dad the day that story came out. There was nothing but concern for each other and the family when it came out." He cleared his throat and looked up at her. "She was pissed at the reporters when I rode with her to the airport but she didn't even hint at being pissed at Jack." He pushed himself off the EL Camino and wandered to one of the other cars.

He wanted to ask her more about what her life had been like before the scandal had changed it forever but he held back not sure if she would want to tell him yet. "So which car should we claim as ours? You choose and I will try to teach you to drive standard." He ran his hand over the Aston Martin again wiping of a smug left from the last time he had touched it.


Carley had studied him closely, when he answered, and found she believed him when he'd said that Jack didn't. Which of course meant that had been willing. She couldn't imagine developing those kinds of feelings for someone you're related to, but who knows. Maybe Jack and Nicole never imagined it either until it happened to them.

Mostly she found herself agreeing wtih Damen that Jack didn't rape Nicole, because Damen had said that she was upset with the reporter and concerned about Jack and the family, not angry at him.

"My choice hmm?" Her blue eyes lit up. She didn't choose right away. Looking over the cars a moment before saying, "How about that one. The Aston Martin, I think you called it?"

She had wanted to ask him more about Nicole. What she was like, what her favorite food was, did she laugh a lot. Was she happy? Did she hate the color lime-green too? Did her mother ever get sad around her birthday? But there were some questions she knew Damen wouldn't be able to answer. Like, did they ever wish they'd kept her instead of putting her up for adoption? Did Nicole ever worry about her and wonder if she was safe? Or did she completely forget about her as if she never existed?


When she picked the Aston Martin Damen grinned at her and seemed genuine happy for with little to know sign of anything else in his face for a few moments. "Perfect. I love this car." He knew that focusing on the car might have helped her choose it but that the moment he didn't care. He reached into the car and pulled out the keys before pocketing them.

"Lets go inside. We should probably figure out where you are going to sleep." He locked the garage door behind them and headed for the house. When they walked in he quickly slipped out of his shoes and pushed them to the side but didn't really make an effort to put them away anywhere. "Do you mind me asking what it was like living." He stopped and bit his lip as he tried to think of a better word that what he had been thinking but gave up and asked again. "What was it like living a normal life?" All he could remember was having to be careful what he did and there always being cameras around. He lead her through the house and pointed out the pool in the backyard that over looked a valley with a few more houses. "The view is pretty good but its the effect of the pools bottom that I love. Want to see the living room?" He was grinning as if he knew something she didn't. The pool didn't have the usual white bottom to it. Instead the water seemed to get darker with vague shapes in the bottom. "Common you are going to love this." He led her down the stair case into the basement and into a living room lit by shifting wave light patterns of light. Damen walked into the middle of the room and looked up into the thick glass ceiling which doubled as the pools bottom.



Carley knew their lives were very different, that is before the scandal and the press suddenly invading her life had given her a small taste of what he probably grew up with. Honestly, she didn't know how good she had it before all this happened.

Her immediately answer to his question was, "Blissfully boring," but then more seriously, "It was good, but I didn't know that it was until after all this happened, you know? I actually miss the days when hardly anyone knew who I was, especially reporters." But worse than the reporters were her friends, or rather the people she'd thought were her friends. They all act differently towards her now.

She followed him through the house, judging by his grin when he'd pointed out the pool in the back yard, she knew there was something special about it that he wasn't telling her. But when she looked, all she could see were vague shapes at the bottom. But that grin..

Just when she was going to ask him what was up, but instead grinned and followed him down the stairs into the basement, then living room. She'd noticed the shifting wave patters of light on the walls of the living room but didn't know what was causing them. Then she saw Damen look up, and standing right next to him she looked up at the ceiling too.

"Oh wow, that is amazing." For a long moment she didn't say or do anything except stand next to him and stair up at the ceiling which was also the bottom of the pool.

And then, she asked, "What was your life like? Did you ever wish you had a normal life?"
 
He looked over at her reaction and chuckled. "Ya I thought you would like this. This is my favorite room in the house. I can hide down here away from cameras and reporters and still see the sun."

He looked away and dragged to bean bag chairs over. Sitting down in one he wiggled in it until he could comfortably look up at the water. "To answer your question I have only wanted a normal life when I get caught by some asshole with a camera when I am with a girl or partying. Parents can be assholes when you cost them a few grand to keep your picture out of the paper. Other than that I don't think I have really wanted it that much. I mean I have seen how some people live and fuck money definitely has its problems but at least I don't have to worry about starving." He shrugged then added. "You get more paranoid though when you meet new people and they seemed to always like you right away."

He frowned up at the people and the distorted light flowed over his face making it hard to read. "Do you still talk to any of your friends? I meant the ones you hung out with when the scandal happened?" He didn't bother to look other at her, not when he was pretty sure he knew what she would answer. Instead he looked at her relection in the glass above them.


Sitting in the bean bag chair next to his, she'd glanced over at him, but unable to read his face she went back to gazing up at the celing, looking up at the water and the light coming through.. she understood why this was his favorite room.

"Not as much as I use to. They act differently around me now. Especially when there's a reporter around. Also.. I never use to be popular. I mean I wasn't unpopular, I had friends but.. all of a sudden people that never seemed to notice me before are suddenly my friends. And my best friend isn't my best friend anymore, instead she's saying stuff about me behind my back. And a girl who I know really hates me, or at least use to before the scandal, is telling everyone that we are best friends. Even the teachers at school are treating me differently."


He nodded slowly as she spoke and smiled to himself. He had heard it all before but what got him to start laughing was that he had heard it so many times in a movie script when he went to audition that it seemed like it should never actual work that way since holly wood never got anything right or so they say. After a few seconds he got his laughter under control. "Sorry, you have no idea how many times I have read that in some stupid b movie script. With everything holly wood could get right they get the one thing that is shitty about being famous right."

He paused and pulled the keys out of his pocket to spin them around his fingers. "It's a school day right?" He was between school at the moment since he had stopped home schooling when the scandal came out and he was not sure what he dad had planned for them now. There was a little smirk tugging at his lips now as he started to think of a fun little trip. "If you want I know a way to get your friends to regret changing on you." He wondered how much pent up frustration and anger she had. He knew over the last two weeks he had found ways to release his but he still had a enough left to justify risking the cameras outside.


He laughed and she grinned, his laughing hadn't offended her at all, because after he'd mentioned how many times he'd read that in b movie script, she did think she'd seen what she described in a movie. Which just goes to show how many scripts it must have been in for Carley to have seen it. She rarely watches television, and goes to book stores more often than movie theaters.

Carley learned something she hadn't know about Damen, but probably would have known if she were more like her so-called friends at school. He wasn't just a celebrity's kid, he was an actor too. That didn't surprise her though, because don't most celebrity's kids become actors?

"I want." She replied without any hesitation at all. All her friends.. well she'd thought they were her friends. She'd thought she'd known them so well, how could they treat her so differently because of a story in a celebrity gossip magazine? And her best friend she'd known since elementary school now suddenly hating her. Hell yeah she wanted to make them regret changing on her.

He was spinning the keyring around his fingers, by the mischevious smirk on his face she thought she already knew what his plan was. Or at least a part of it. "Does your way involve a school trip?"
 
"Ya, I was thinking you could let me tag along with you to a day of your school. I have never been to a public school before. We can tell everyone I am thinking of attending class there with you." He laughed as he got up before he slipped went to the door. "Dad?" He called out and waited for a few moments then when he didn't hear anything he pulled out his phone and quickly sent off a text and held it up to Carley. "Say you are taking a car or your high and." Heavy footsteps coming down the stairs interrupted Damen.

"Wheres the leak?" There was a short silent as Damen just looked at his dad who was still in the hallway then Jack walked into the room and looked at the ceiling for a second before he started to shake his head. "Dad, I didn't want to hunt through the house for you." Jack just glared at his son but said nothing and Damen took the hint. "Okay so me and Carley chose the aston martin." He held up the keys and Jack looked between them for a second then shrugged. "Don't total it or I will send you off the military school." Damen chuckled but it was a bit forced hinting that there was something being left unsaid. "So where are you going? You would not scare me like that just to tell me you are taking my aston martin as your car. So what is it that you want?"

Damen gave one look at Carley just to make sure she was still up for some fun then he looked back at her Jack. "Carley, wanted to give me a tour of her school and maybe sit in on a class maybe." Jack gave Damen studied gaze then turned to Carley. "You sure you want to bring him to your school?" He waited until he had answer before he spoke again talking to both of them this time. "Stay out of trouble. We don't want either of you to be on the front of a tabloid tomorrow. I don't want your parents to worry and the last thing I want id for you Damen to get you face in the press. We have had enough publicity for a while."



It was amazing how fast Jack appearred in the doorway after she'd started to say into the cell that she was high and wondered if he knew where she could get- well before she could finish that sentence he was standing in the doorway not looking pleased at all.

He needn't have worried, Carley never got high in her life, not even once, but Jack didn't know her that well yet. She had gotten drunk once, but her parents still didn't know about that. The only person who knew about that was a small group of her friends, well they'd use to be her friends.

She watched how the two interacted and wondered if Damen made it a habit of deliberately scaring Jack like that. Then she reminded herself that he didnt have a normal life, any small mistake made in public or fighting, stuff that wouldn't normally end up in the papers, would end up in the papers because of who his father was. He probably couldn't even get into a fight without it ending up in the papers.

"Actually, I was hoping that Damen could sit in all my classes," she said, after Damen had said she wanted him to sit on one class maybe. But seeing the look on Jack's face, she asked, "A tour of my school and just two classes?"

When Jack asked if she was sure, she nodded, "I'm sure," glanced over at Damen and grinned. But her gaze returned to Jack when he spoke to them both. True she wasn't use to this lifestyle, but really what trouble could they get into just going to her school? In otherwards Carley thought Jack was worrying too much, or maybe being a tad bit paranoid? Until he'd said the last. She didn't want to worry her parents either.

"We'll be good, Jack." She looked over at Damen, and wondered how long ago her brother had his face in the press, and what for?

Damen kept most of the smug look off his face as he face as Jack left the room muttering to himself. Once he was sure his dad was out of ear shot Damen looked bat at his sister. "I think I am going to enjoy having a sibling around." Chuckling he headed out of the room. "Come on I want to see what your school is like." Once they got upstairs Damen stopped as he saw himself in a mirror and groaned when he saw he was still in his dress shirt and suit jacket. He opened a closet by the front door and took of his jacket so he could hand it up then grabbed a worn leather bomber jacket and shrugged it on before he slipped back into his sneakers. "I will go and get the car." He searched his pockets to make sure he still have his wallet and phone on him as he walked to the car.

A few minutes later he pulled up in front of the house. He leaned over and opened the passenger side door letting the last few strings of a System of the Down song played out before a commercial for one of the local radio stations came on. When Carley got into the car he put it in gear and grove down the lane and through the gates at the bottom of the lane. "So where is your school anyway?"



Carley resisisted the urge to check her appearance after Damen went to get the car. She knew if she did, she'd want to change and she didn't want to make him wait. Besides, she was eager to see everyone's reaction when they got to the school and saw her walk in with Damen. She would find out where her luggage was, and unpack when they got home. That's if one of the help didn't unpack for her.

Carley jumped into the car as soon as it came to a stop in front of the house. She buckled up as he'd put the car in gear. She was so excited about this school 'trip' that she'd forgotten all about giving him directions to her school until he'd asked.

After giving him directions, she glanced over at him. He'd said after Jack had walked away mumbling under his breath that he thought he was going to enjoy having a sibling around. Carley was thinking the same thing.

"Over there is the student parking," she said. The otherside of the parking lot was reserved for teachers and faculty.

He had followed her directions and when the school came into view he had slowed so he could get a good look at it. Although slowing meant that he was going just barely under the speed limit since he had been going at least a few miles over for most of the trip if not more.

Pulling into the parking lot he shut off the car and looked over at Carley. "I please tell me you don't have kids breaking into song in the halls. I really don't want holly wood to have gotten that one right." He gave her a cocky grin that was mostly fake. He was nervous but not nearly as nervous as he was excited. There were few times that he was able to get a reason to go anywhere normal and even then no place stayed normal once people learned who you where. He knew that all to well.

"Alright so point out the people that you think have been nice to you for the sake of being a good person and not for. Well you know what I mean." He got out of the car and looked it slipping the keys into his pocket as he waited for Carley. Smiling to himself he looked over at her and his smile just like he had when he first mentioned heading to the school. "How do you feel about letting these people spread a rumors that you know are not true?" He knew that spreading rumors that incest ran in the family would boots the rating of anything he was connected to and that included the show. It crossed his mind that it might be a mistake but only in the way that his dad would be pissed at him for a few days and not that it would be the wrong thing to do.

He had been toying with the press for years by spreading a rumor here and there just so he could laugh about how many poeple seemed to believe it. It didn't help that most of his friends did it well the people that passed as friends anyway. They had even caused some real trouble a few years back when he and his friends spread some rumors about one parent and found out later that they had been close to the truth. They had all slowed down they games for a while but no one actually stopped.


Unable to resist, Carley responded, "We only break out in song at recess." She grinned. Personally she was very glad that holly wood didn't get that right, because she couldn't carry a tune. At all.

First she pointed out the ones that didn't treat her differently. Those were mostly the loners, the ones that had that obvious leave me the hell alone type attitude, that she knew was mostly fake. They were pretty cool, before the scandal came out they'd greet her with a nod, or occasionally a 'Hey' and then go back to starring off into space. After the scandal came out that hadn't changed.

Then she spotted her 'friends', well the ones whom she use to think were her friends. They'd started whispering about her immedately after the scandal, not super popular, but they weren't geeks either. She'd thought that they'd always be friends. Then she pointed to a girl with long black hair, in the designer jeans and cashmere sweater. "That's Stacy, head cheerleader, her boyfriend goes to college. Or so she keeps telling us. Suddenly she's telling everyone that she's my best friend, but before the press started following me around she couldn't stand me. Careful what you say around her and anyone who hangs around her."

She paused, watching Stacy's 'crew' gather together near the entrance. "They live to spread rumors."

Carley leaned against the car, and didn't answer right away when Damen asked her how she'd feel about letting these people spread rumors that she knew wasn't true. There was that grin again. The one he had when he'd asked her if she wanted to make them regret changing on her.

"Somehow I knew that hanging with you was not going to be boring. Count me in," she told him. How often did she get the chance to cause some trouble? She was probably going to regret this, but what the hell.
 
Damen laughed and slipped his shades back on. He listened to her and studied the people she pointed out . Once when she said she was game he walked in front of her and leaned in close to speak softly into her ear. "Then lets fuck with them and why not use what is already in the papers." Chuckling softly he pretended to kiss her neck before he pulled back and pulled a pack of smokes from the inside pocket of his jacket. Once he had one between his lips he searched his pockets for a lighter and pretended he couldn't find one as he started walking backwards. "Think on that for a minute. I need a light." Smiling he turned around and walked over to the loners. "Hey does anyone have a light? I have some smokes and cigar or two too trade for one as long as it works." A few of them looked at him then between them for a moment then there were a few lighters being pulled out of pockets. Damen grinned and used bick to light his smoke and made a show of relaxing as he took the first drag before he exhaled and handed the lighter back with a pack of smokes.

"Why are you over here? Half the cheerleaders smoke or have a lighter so why come to us?" The guy was acting tough and Damen knew it. "Ya but you are the ones who were kind enough to treat my sister just as you did before. So I wanted to thank you." The guy looked at him with a sceptical look but then shrugged as one of the girls grinned and walked up to him and whispered something to him. Damen blew a cloud of smoke out before he let himself laugh before he leaned down to kiss her cheek then as she blushed she rushed off heading inside. "Anyone else want an autograph or want anything else? I am happy to give." There were some chuckling and Damen answered a few question and one or two of the others rushed back into the school. He happily gave some money out then headed back over to Carley. As he walked up to her he flicked the butt of his cigarette into a puddle.

"So got any ideas on how to start a good rumour around here then?" He opened the car and grabbed a sharpie from a box of them and leaned around the car when a few of the loners came back out of the school and over to him. He started signing the items they brought to him.



Carley blushed even though he hadn't really kissed her neck. She was surprised how easy that was to do, all she did was imagine that Damen's lips really had brushed her neck and poof, her cheeks had turned pink. And she wasn't an actress. But if they were going to do this she wanted to be convincing and what girl wouldn't blush if Damen kissed their neck?

Speaking of blushing, she couldn't help thinking that the girl who had run inside the school who's cheek he had kissed, was probably never gonna wash that cheek again. Well, not for a while anyway.

"I can think of two really good ways, but not sure you'd want to do it." Carley told him honestly. The untrue rumor they wanted spread was that they were fooling around or more, wasn't it? The best way she could think of was to get caught making out or more accurately convince others somehow that they'd been making out. That could be done with just talking .. whispering like he'd done before he'd gone over to the loners.

Them kissing, inapropriately would also do the trick and they wouldn't have to fake a makeout session.

Not wanting any of the loners who had started lining up for autographs to overhear. She waited until they'd started wallking inside, before she said, "It might mean kissing me or faking a make out session."

"You do realize that Jack is going to want to kill us."

Grinning he raised an eyebrow as he listened to what she had to say before looking away and signing the last autograph. As they started walking into the school he slipped his arm around her waist and listened to her ideas. "Tisk, tisk. You like to move fast hu Sis." He leaned in closer to her and lowered his voice. "I like the way you are thinking but why don't we try to make them work a bit harder. If we are seen in each other's arms and constantly whispering to each other they might believe we are trying to hide what we are doing."

He straightened up a bit and scanned the kids around them who all tried to look like they had not been watching the two of them even though they could not see Damen's eyes behind the lens of his shades. He laughed when she mentioned Jack killing them and shook his head. "Lesson one. Being the kid of a celebrity your job is to make your parents want to kill you. They may hate you put their agents will love you for the publicity you give their client." Putting a finger to his lips he smile at her. "Oh I forgot that needs to be our little secret. Dad would kill me if he found out I was working for his agent." He heard the bell ring then looked at Carley. "So what now? How many classes are left today anyway?"


Damen's way was much better. Why make it easy for them? Besides, people are more likely to believe it's true if it looks like you're trying to hide it. "Why doesn't that surprise me?" she asked when she'd found out that he was working for Jack's agent, but it had come out sounding more like a statement than a question. His secret was safe with her, instead of saying that though, she brought her fingers to her lips, made turning motion as if turning a key in the lock and then pretended to toss the invisible key over her shoulder, and winked.

She'd noticed a few people watching them, but when they saw her looking they'd turn their heads as if they hadn't been watching at all.

"Only three classes left," she told him. They'd missed part of the school day because of Nicole's funeral. "English, Art and Gym."

Damen shrugged at her statement and chuckled at her zipping her lips. "Aw, just wait I am sure he will try to recruit you as soon as he can." He let his arm drop to his side and walked with her to English as she told him what the rest of the classes were. "I think I will pass on gym and make dad happy unless you think I can get away shirtless in that class." Damen was wondering when he would have a fight with Carley. He knew it happened, it had happened when he was out with friends and they would start to argue with a sibbling who was there or over the phone. He understood why it happened but so far he didn't see any reason why he would fight with Carley. It didn't cross his mind until they had gotten to the class that he really would have to wait and get to know her better before he could say whether or not he thought he would really fight with her.

When they walked into the classroom Damen lowered his voice so that only Carley could hear. "Did this teacher treat you alright after things changed?" He was not sure what he could do to a teacher and he had not even been able to do much about the people who had treated her badly yet but as long as he knew who to go after he would be able to use whatever opportunities presented themselves.



Carley wasn't sure how to answer. It wasn't that her english teacher had specifically said or did anything, yet. But his attitude changed and he'd look at her as if her biological parents being related had turned her into a mutant with two heads. He had specifically told her not to come to class today, but she had wanted to believe he'd said that because he knew that Nicole's funeral was today.

She whispered back, "Not as friendly and helpful as he use to be, calls on me less. But maybe he's just giving the others a chance to answer first." She knew she was making excuses, but english was her favorite class and he was her favorite teacher, or at least he use to be. "He looks at me like I'm a mutant with two heads, but maybe that's just me being paranoid."

Its wasn't hard to tell that Carley liked her teacher even if she had not made an excuse for the teacher he didn't think it would have been hard to recognize that she liked the teacher. He watched the teacher as they entered the room and gave him a quick nod and a smile even though his eyes were hard behind the lens of his shades. "Lets see how he reacts to you today. Then we can figure out what to do then."

He had meant to just sit down with her but he heard the teacher call out to them so he turned around to face the man. "Yes? Is there something wrong?" The teacher seemed to keep his gaze on Carley for a second as if he had expected her to do the speaking then he looked at Damen. "Who are you? You're not one of my students." Damen took off his shades and resisted the urge to roll his eyes but he stopped himself as he walked up to the man and held out his hand for him to shake. "I am Damen Spencer. Carley is my half sister and she wanted to show me what a normal public school is like." There was a slight hesitation from the man before he shook Damen's hand.

"I didn't think Carley would come to class today with the funeral and all." Damen knew there was more the man wanted to say but he couldn't even start to guess what it was. "Ya, well the funeral is over and we felt like doing something other than sitting at home so what is better than school to take your mind off your problems right?" Damen didn't believe his own words, it was just a line that he had memorized some time ago from a script that ended up being a waste of time but that line had stuck in his mind and he was happy had actually been able to use it. Another bell rang signalling the start of class and Damen looked back at Carley to make sure there was an empty seat there and he had just turned back to the man when he spoke to Damen again. "Seems reasonable to me. As long as you do not cause any trouble you can sit in on the class." Damen nodded and went to sit with Carley.

He sat down next to her and watching the teacher descreatly he laced his fingers into hers and made sure the teacher could see it as he ran his thumb over the back of her hand and spoke to her softly. "He seems alright. Do you want to stop our game for this class or do you want to see if you are not being paranoid?"



 
As Carley sat down, her dark blue eyes never left Damen and the English teacher, Mr. Clark. It was normal to be a little paranoid because of how many people had actually changed towards her, at least that's what she told herself.

She looked at their hands, their fingers entwined, she was glad that her brother wasn't a mind reader, because the physical contact felt good, but the last thing she needed or wanted was for him to know that and think that there was something wrong with her.

She softly whispered, "Maybe I should let it go, but I need to know if I'm being paranoid or not. By the way you could definitely get away shirtless in gym." It was true, but she'd said it because in the hall he'd mentioned that he'd probably skip gym and she didn't want to be there by herself. It never occurred to her that she could also skip gym.[/size]
 
Damen was silent for a while as he watched Mr. Clark's reaction to them. After a few seconds he let go of her hand and sat back in his chair. "I think he is alright but I will keep watching for the rest of the class." He looked over at her as she said he could get away shirtless in gym class a bit skeptical to say the least. "Your kidding right? I have never heard of a school that would let you get away with it."

As the class went on Damen watched the teacher and he was avoiding Carley that was for sure but Damen couldn't see any disgust when the teacher did call on her. For Damens part he kept his head down and just took in the atmosphere of the class when he wasn't watching the teacher. It was so unstructured but relaxed and kind of enjoyable. The private schools he had been to were stricked, he smiled slightly as he thought back to the schools and decided if he had not been so much trouble the private schools probably would not have been so bad. Home schooling had been boring since he just did assigment after assigment usually when he was high or drunk.

When class ended he put his hand on Carley's arm. "Hang back, I think you should confront Mr. Clark. Just ask him why he is avoiding you." He gave her arm a reassuring squeeze as the class filed out before he stood and walked over to the door. He made sure Carley was actually going up to the teacher before he stepped into the hall and starting to stop people from entering. It didn't take long before most of the next class was waiting to get in but enjoying Damen with more than a few students joining the group instead of heading to their next classes.
 
Carley nodded, her stomache was all in knotts at the thought of confronting Mr. Clark, but Damon was right. She gave him a small, grateful smile when he reasuringly squeezed her arm. She stood, but hung back. After Damen and the other students filed out of the classroom, she approached Mr. Clark's desk.

Mr. Clark had looked over at her, but didn't say anything. He had looked like he wanted to say something, but had lowered his gaze and started straightening the papers on his desk instead. Carley chickened out, and started to move past his desk and towards the door, but Damen glancing back made her pause. And she realized that he was deliberately keeping the other students from entering so she could talk to Mr. Clark privately.

She nodded to Damen, more determined now. Turned and determinedly walked over to his desk.

"Mr. Clark?" She ignored the knot in her stomache and after her favorite teacher looked up, asked, "Did I do or say something wrong? I use to be one of the first students you would call on, and now you I'm not."

Out in the hall, even the students that weren't going to english class paused to listen to Damen or slowed down while walking past to curiously look at him. Especially the girls. One of them, Carley's ex-bestfriend who was glancing behind him at Carley. "Figures she'd be kissing up to the teacher, like she does everyone now."
 
Damen took a moment to look the girl over as he thought about how he could hit her the hardest at that moment. She had arrived after Damen had introduced himself and he knew she had recognized him but he had a feeling she had not connected him to his farther and to Carley yet. "Hey. You were one of Carley's friends right? The one who is a fan of her Dads show right?" He was careful to not connect himself to his dad through his words as he spoke to her.

Mr. Clark looked up as Carley addressed him then sighed and set down his pen as he listened to her question. glancing over at the door he saw Damen and knew exactly what he was doing so he stood up and turned his back to the door so it would be hard for anyone watching to understand what he was saying. "You didn't do anything wrong Carley. You are my best student but I just thought you would want some time to work through everything that had happened. Thats why I told you not to come to class. The last thing anyone who looses a family member especially a mother or someone they never got to meet is to be forced to attend class." He looked at her seeing if she understood what he was trying to say then added. "I am here is you need someone to talk to but it looks like your brother is it? Has it covered." He took another look at Damen then looked back at Carley with a skeptical look on his face as he asked. "He is not actually your brother is he. He doesn't really look that much like you." He figured she had met the kid over the last few weeks and had wanted him to come with her to the school so she had someone with her. Of course he did not know anything about how many kids her father had and had not heard about the car they drove up in yet.
 
Carley let out the breath that until that very moment she hadn't even realized she'd been holding. All of the tension she'd felt, the nervousness and especially that knott in her stomache when she'd aproached him, were gone. The expression on her face now was one of relief. And she smiled, understanding now why he hadn't been calling on her and why he'd told her that she shouldn't come to school that day.

"Thanks, Mr. Clark." When he asked about Damen, she too turned her head and looked, she thought she saw him talking to Emily, the girl who up until the scandal had been her best friend. "Damen is my friend, and my half brother."

Emily turned her attention to Damen, she had recognized him but couldn't figure out what he was doing there. "Yeah I was her friend.. so?" she looked around at the other students that overheard. That she was a big fan of the show was a secret. How'd he find out?
 
Mr.Clark nodded slowly as he looked over at Damen again. "That makes more sense then. You should get to your next class and take Damen before someone gets to curious about why my class is all standing in the hall instead of in their seats." He smiled as he mentioned the crowd outside of his class. He picked up a stake of papers and started putting them on the desks.

Damen's smile went cold as soon as Emily confirmed who she was. Leaning in towards her and he dropped his voices until anyone but her would have a hard time hearing him. "Fuck with my sister again and I will not only let everyone know just how much of a fan you are of the show but I will make sure you never get close to shows set." He stood up and autographed one last book before he looked back at Carley. "So what its art next or gym?" He glanced over to Emily but otherwise ignored her as he held out his hand for Carley to lead him to the next class.
 
Carley laughed as she walked passed Mr Clark's desk. There was quite a crowd outside Mr. Clark's room, and when she walked out into the hall she noticed that Emily was standing there too. The girl looked to have gone pale and her eyes widened. She wondered what could have have happened to make her look like that.

"Art is next." She took his hand and led him past a very uncomfortable looking Emily. The girl had stepped aside so fast so they could walk past her, it made Carley wonder if Damen had said something to her. She looked over her shoulder in time to see her ex-best friend duck into the girls restroom. "What's wrong with Emily?"

Traffic started moving, the students were no longer just standing around. Carley was holding her half-brother's hand, she led him down the hall and into the art class. The teacher here was a woman in her mid-thirties or early fourties. Although she wasn't old enough to have lived the hippie lifestyle that was her clothing style, though admittedly it was an updated, modern version of the peace and love era.

Her name was Ms Rose and she was a hugger. The principle and vice-principle had talked to her about that. They'd told her that hugging the students, no matter how briefly, was inapropriate behavior. So now what she usually does is greet the students by taking their in what she thought was a cool handshake. Not all of the students though, some managed to slip past her.
 
Damen smiled cooling as she asked what was wrong with Emily. "Oh nothing, I just let her know that is she messed with our family again everyone would know how much a fan she was and that she would never get onto the set of the show." He shrugged and looked around the art room as they entered it but before he could get a good look Ms Rose walked in front of his view and he knew right away that she recognized him.

He tried to stay relaxed as she started to grab his hand but then she must have realized that he was not a student and pulled him into a hug. Damen tensed up as he let go of Carley's hand and tried to figure out what the hell was going on. After a few seconds she let go of him and Damen took a step back from her still not sure what to do. "Um, hi. I am Carley's bro-" Ms Rose grinned and nodded before interrupting him. "I know who you are, I watched the show and its not like you have been hidden away from the press so its hard not to know who you are." Damen took the comment about the press as a complement and grinned even though from the tone of her voice she had not meant it as one. "Thanks, well do you mind if I sit in on your class? Carley is showing me what a normal public school." There was only the slightest of hesitation before she shook her head and waved her arm across the room. "Be my guest just behave."

Smiling Damen sat down next to Carley. "So how as she been since the scandal?" He was going to be surprised if she had been disrespectful of Carley seeing how much of a fan of the show she seemed to be but he could not be sure.
 
Carley knew she should have warned him about Ms Rose, but seeing Damen's reaction to the hug the fourty-something woman wearing the hippie clothes had given him, she was sort of glad that she hadn't. Ms Rose was a very friendly person, not friendly as in perv, but genuinely she thought she was being 'cool'.

Carley thought that Ms Rose was cool for her age. Well, as cool as a fourty-something person could be. "Sorry," she whispered to Damen. "I forgot to warn you. She's a hugger. She's not supose to do that anymore though. Some people had been complaining about it being inapropriate. She usually shakes hands now."

She told him all this after Ms Rose had shaken her hand. It was kind of a weird handshake that involved the slapping of hands with a snap and on the end, but Carley was use to it. And to be honest she liked it. Yeah, Ms Rose was a little different, but that was better than being phony.

"If she changed at all it was because of Nicole's death, not the scandal." Carley told him. "She was a big fan of the show, especially of Nicole and Jack. But she didn't treat me any differently after the scandal came out." She doubted that Ms Rose would ever change.

Maybe she will be a little different today though because Damen was in her art class. She couldln't imagine Ms Rose as a kiss-up, but at the same time the art teacher was an even bigger fan of the show than Emily is and because of that she wouldn't be at all surprised if she'd ask Damen or her if they could get Jack's autograph for her.
 
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