Chapter 2

"Dad?!” He said shakingly, looking like he had a gun to his head. "Is that really you? How'd you find me?” he screeched as the figure came closer, reaching out for his arm. He crouched down, bracing himself for the worst. ‘How was this even possible? The fucking first time he decided to live it up' he thought before a hand grabbed him but unlike his father's booming voice, this one was rather soothing. 

“Hey, I noticed you kept looking around so I figured you were searching for the bathroom. Hope I didn't scare you so much", he squinted his eyes trying to get a proper look at the person in front of him. “Oh, I'm sorry!" he rushed out seeing that his eyes had deceived him, it was only the bartender from earlier. 

“It's cool, though I must say I'm highly disappointed" he scoffed looking hurt. “I’m sorry- you see I….” he trailed off nervously before getting cut off. "I mean, you make me wish I was your daddy" he whispered, giving him a smug look. Autumn laughed awkwardly, lowering his head like it'd make him evaporate which earned a chuckle from him. “Bathroom's that way" he said pointing to a corner close to some speakers. 

Autumn managed a shy 'thank you' dragging himself from the ground. “You're welcome cutie" he said before turning back to make his way downstairs. Autumn looked around, relieved that no one had been watching as they'd been too engrossed in their activities to notice. He sighed happily, making his way to the bathroom. 

As he made his way out of the bathroom after washing his hands fervently, he wondered what Allison had been up to. “Hopefully not drunk out of her mind” he muttered, a smile flashing across his face as he thought about his encounter with the bartender a few minutes ago, excited to tell Allison he got hit on at his first party, deciding to leave the less exciting thought of his dad for another day. Right now he was tipsy, a cutie and in his opinion, his hips had never looked better. 

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“Just great, all the girls at that end are whipped for Vegas, and the ones over there, I've helped deliver notes to him, what a bum party!" Julian sneered, flailing his hands comically at his two best friends who seem totally unbothered by his antics. 

“Well there are other options you know” Remmy chipped in smugly, swirling the drink in his hands. “Well I wish I could but unfortunately I don't swing every which way like some people. What do you even call that?" he rushed, sticking his tongue out. “Non- discriminating" Remmy deadpanned, totally done with him. 

“Say, you haven't said anything tonight Clairemont, got something on your mind?” Julian chidded Vegas who had a bored look on his face, one hand in his pocket, the other fondling with the key chain on his belt. 

“I don't know, you tell me" he replied nonchalantly, fiddling with his keys more aggressively. “Well you're Vegas Clairemont, Mila literally threw this party for you, I know how bad she's wanted to hang out with you. You didn't even give her any attention all night. Are you sure you're ok, man?" he asked, a hint of concern laced in his voice.

"I'm Vegas fricking Clairemont, I do what I want, who I want when I feel like it ok” he said dropping his drink on the table in front of him. He was the least bit excited about this party and had just shown up to live up to expectations. It couldn't be heard that Billionaire prince Vegas didn't attend one of Mila's party being that she threw one of the best ones but she'd been too clingy upfront. He was badly in need of something new, exciting. 

“By the way, you should really throw one man, it's been forever. I'm sure everyone's gonna go mad trying to get an invite and your brother's not around, so you've got the place to yourself. Why don't you….” he slurred, already on his feet. " Give it a rest already, he's obviously got his mind elsewhere, let's just drink ok" Remmy thundered which gained some attention from some people dancing close by. 

Julian sneered at him muttering something under his breath before dragging Remmy to a group of girls, leaving Vegas to himself. He hadn't been so pumped about the party and it didn't helped that his dad refused to let him get the new car he wanted. Something about getting his grades up. He didn't really stick around to listen.

He decided to look through the crowd for someone, a distraction and get a refill from the bar downstairs. He stood up from the couch he'd be glued to for most of the evening making his way past the people in front. He stopped midway talking to a few guys about some Island trip before making his way downstairs. 

‘It'd probably be better drinking light tonight' he thought as he ordered a whiskey from the bar, settling for just one glass. He had seemed to spot some interesting looking girls towards the entrance and had begun to weave through the crowd when someone bumped into him, spilling the drink he had held on his new designer shirt. 

“What the fuck!" He yelled through the music, lifting his head to see who the idiot was when he came in contact when a face he's never seen before. His eyes were golden brown, wide, frantic, like they'd seen a ghost. ‘Well he better be scared, he's just pissed off the one person he shouldn't mess with’, he thought as he felt hands rubbing on his shirt. 

“I'm sorry, I honestly didn't see you there." Autumn pleaded in a helpless voice. Apparently he wasn't looking at where he was going, still thinking about the bartender's flirty words. He'd gotten two more drinks then tried finding Allison before bumping into this stranger. He hoped he'd not gotten into too much trouble, seeing that the soiled shirt looked quite expensive. 

Vegas stood still, quite puzzled about the lack of excitement in his voice. Surely he was in some trouble but there wasn't a hint of recognition in his voice. ‘Did this kid really not know who he is' he pondered staring at him from head to mtoe. Even worse, he didn't know him which meant that he wasn't that important to begin with.

“Autumn, where've you been?" Someone slurred from behind him.