Jasmina was sure of in life. One: she was irrefutably and indisputably the reigning queen of Gaia High. Two: she was devastatingly beautiful and capable of getting anything she wanted. And last but not least: she was absolutely heartless.

At least, that's what she had heard plenty of times from broken-hearted people who had tried to get close to her. She couldn't say it bothered her, but not many things did.

She was Jasmina Nawar after all, the dream on black Louboutins all guys wanted to have and all girls wanted to be. With an oil sheikh as her father and a world-reknown model and actress as her mother, it was no wonder that everyone knew her name. Every one of her steps had been watched since youth after all, all of the moments in her life on the frontpage of every prominent magazine - the perfect life of every teen, from her jets to her all equally beautiful friends, the scent of money around them almost thicker than her Chanel no. 5.

And as she slid off her kimono of pink silk and gold lace, she pulled herself into a small, vividly crimson Prada dress, hand sliding over what little of fabric there was. She stepped into her choice of shoes for the day, a pair of Jimmy Choo's, before settling in front of her mirror and carefully putting on her make up.

She could do it all a lot faster, but it was a routine to be late for parties at this point, if only because a queen never arrived on time. And besides -

The sound of a car honking outside brought a smirk on her mauve-painted lips and she slowly stood up, shaking out her midnight locks as she walked to her balcony, perfectly taking her time. Once she reached it, the half-open doors letting in the fresh breeze that was signaling the end of summer, she leaned on the silver rails, knee resting against the fleurs-des-lis as she looked down at the lavish amount of ground that made up her frontyard.

And there he was, standing outside his choice of the day, a jet black Maserati, her own Prince Charming. She couldn't help her smile at the obvious irritation on his face - oh, she loved to make people wait.

"Hey there, handsome," she called out to him as she rested her chin on her palm, manicured nails tapping against the cinnamon skin of her cheek.

He looked up and as the lingering rays of the sun blended into his face like he was made of them, she couldn't help but admire him for a second. Alan Lewis was made of amused smirks, grudges carried in his sharp features and a natural charm lacing his lips, a lean, muscled figure formed by years of intensive baseball training under his extravagantly expensive clothing. The soft breeze carried his dark locks along, tousling them from his usual combed-back look, covering his stunning blue eyes for a moment, ringed with lashes so long Jasmina almost was jealous of them.

Almost being the keyword - jealousy was after all an emotion she was foreign to.

How could she be when she had it all?

"Jas, get down here," he scowled," I've been waiting for ten minutes already and we're late."

"Does my sweet Alan care about being on time, now?" she said with a soft clicking of her tongue.

"You know that's not it," Alan replied with an eyeroll," but it's a party of a close friend and we've been arriving late so often they don't even expect us to come at all anymore."

"So?" Jasmina said as she stretched out lazily, before tilting back her head and closing her eyes for a moment as she basked in the remnants of the starting summer heat," let them wait."

She wasn't even on time for school, knowing fully well the teachers would never dare to make a fuss about the Jasmine Nawar coming late. So no, coming on time for a party, that was the least of her worries.

"Who cares about them," Alan replied," you're making me wait, Jas, every fucking time. I don't even know why I bother to come on time anymore."

"Oh, but Al," she drawled, voice as sweet as sugar," you know I'm always worth the wait."

And before he could complain any further, she spun on her heels and continued on with her morning routine.

When she stepped out of her front door ten minutes later he sighed exasperatedly, before walking around to open the passenger door for her.

"Twenty minutes, Jas," he scowled.

"Oh darling, don't be so uptight," she chuckled at him as she tapped her finger on his lips," you were the one who practically begged me to come anyway."

She stepped in then, Alan shutting the door behind her before he slid in his own seat behind the wheel. His facial expression changed for a moment at her remark, but it quickly smoothed down again in his usual cocky arrogance, the rich boy who was used to having it all.

"I swear to God," he murmured," I'm half suspecting they're going to send us to that delinquent school one day because of your constant tardiness."

"St Joseph?" Jasmina replied, her nose scrunching up in disgust," I wouldn't be caught dead in that place. Heard there's a girl there who burned a school down once."

"What can I say?" Alan said," they're the scum of society after all."

Alan's clear dislike made her full lips tug up in a smirk. After all, it was one of the guys in St Joseph who had easily surpassed him in his baseball team and had even broken his arm. The guy had been handsome, criminal tendencies aside, and was most likely to win nationals by far, so she had been sure to come to his match. When Alan had complained about the guy's skill and taunted him, he hadn't even reacted, a smile on his face as he replied amicably.

And then Alan had insulted his friends, two drop-dead gorgeous guys in leather jackets who Jasmina wouldn't have minded getting to know better, and he had smashed Alan's arm with his baseball bat.

She had stayed with him in the hospital, even if she had laughed at the whole spectacle, visiting him so every now and then. It was one of the nicest things she had done.

Then again, she had known Alan since they were babies and had been dating with him ever since he asked her out when they were twelve.

They were the golden couple, beautiful, rich and untouchable.

Just the way she liked it.

Alan parked his car in front of the Huntington's estate minutes later and they stepped out, the deafening sound of music tugging her lips up. Once they were inside, it almost quietened down though, people's eyes widening at her arrival. The smile playing on her lips made them all look away though, some of them hastily muttering a greeting, and she had to refrain from laughing.

Someone once told her she had crazy eyes, the gaze of someone who had nothing to lose. She knew it was just because she couldn't lose anything.

Not when you're on top of the whole world.

"I'm going to say hello to Mike, be right back," Alan said, pecking her on the lips before walking away.

She was just about to grab a drink when someone grabbed her by the arm. A frown creased her forehead for a second as she turned around to whoever dared to touch her, sharp words already on the tip of her tongue.

"Calm down, Jas, it's me," the girl standing in front of her smiled, lifting both her hands up in a pacifying move.

Lena had been the only person she had ever tolerated besides Alan, if only because the girl never had tried to suck up to her. Despite the fact that she liked it when people told her how wonderful she was, something in Lena's usually so sweet eyes interested her. She was her complete opposite after all, bubbly and friendly, the girl everyone liked, jet black curls adorning her chocolate skin. Jasmina looked her over for a second, eyes catching the tiny, green dress, the big hoops on her ears, the silver bracelets around her wrists.

"You sure have quite the killer glare," Lena laughed as she brushed a curl behind her ear.

Jasmina rolled her eyes, before looking her friend over.

"New dress?"

"Ah, yeah," Lena said, a tiny crack in her confidence for a moment as she looked down," it's Givenchy."

"It's tacky," Jasmina said, ignoring the slight widening of Lena's eyes as she looked around the room," where are the drinks?"

Something dark flashed across Lena's eyes, but it was gone so soon that Jasmina wondered if she had imagined it. Lena guided her towards the middle of the room then, catching her up on the most recent gossip as more people started streaming into the gigantic living room, music deafening the both of them.

But even though Jasmina had been to plenty of parties before, some nagging part of her couldn't help but think that tonight was going to be a night she certainly wouldn't forget.

She didn't know how right she was then yet.

After all, she would be in hell within four hours.