Hey guys. It's me again! Well obviously. So this is my new story. Hope you like it. I'm not sure how many chapters it'll be though. There are gonna be sexual references and probably even abusive language in this fic, so you have been warned. Nothing explicit though, other wise this would be rated 'M'. But still. Thought you should know. I also apologize for any OOCness regarding Rose or any other characters. But this is fanfiction you know. Our own perspective of things. Also I know this is just the detailed version of the summary but the rest is to come soon! :-) XOXOXO -Chloe

Disclaimer: Sydney and her friends are not mine. Too bad :(

"Sydney? Sydney Sage?"

I turned from the rack of clothes I'd been skimming through at the sound my name and found two striking, chocolate-brown eyes looking into my own. She was wearing a white lace turtleneck top paired stylishly with a high-waisted skirt and black jacket, looking pretty and sexy in a way I never could.

"Rose Hathaway." I say somewhat sceptically, recognition blooming in of the girl before me. I hadn't seen her in a few months ever since we had graduated high school. To be honest I had never expected to see her again. Not that I disliked her. She seemed nice enough but I didn't really know her that well. Even though we'd had nine classes together since kindergarten.

"I thought that was you! Wow, I don't think I've ever seen you here." She says, smiling brightly.

By 'here' she meant the Palms Spring local mall. Well it's the only mall. And she was right. I never went shopping unless it was out of necessity. The only reason I was here today was because my mom and Carly had managed to drag me out to buy a dress for the celebration gala for 20th anniversary of Sage, Jansen and Darnell, which is my father's very successful law firm. It was situated in New York, where my dad lived. He used to live there even before the divorce, so my sisters and me had found ourselves dividing all our time between the East and West coasts. And I was due to leave for New York in just a couple of days.

"Yeah.. I had to buy something for this formal event at my dad's workplace." I tell her truthfully.

"Well than silly, you're looking at the wrong rack." She said, taking my hand in her well manicured one and dragging me away from the plain, none too revealing gowns I had looked at.

"But_" I try to protest but she hushes me. She leads me towards another rack of the store where more vibrant, fancy and frilly dresses were located. She looks through it quickly and pulls out a long, floral, halter, yellow-colored dress that flows down in ruffles with a neckline joined by a black frilly flower pin. It also came with a black, leather belt to be wrapped around the waist. And I wouldn't be caught dead in it. Not because it wasn't pretty. It was beautiful but it was way too ostentatious for my taste.

"Rose. I can't wear this, it's too much. The people at the event will be wearing simple black tie attire in neutral colors. I'll just be standing out." I try to explain to the brunette.

"So? It's good to stand out once in a while, Sydney. Loosen up. Let your hair down. But no. Wear it up. It'll look better in a messy bun." Came her reply. "So how've you been? Haven't seen you in so long. Thank god, winter break started. It's just been the first semester of college and I already feel like I'm gonna drop."

"Uhhh..I've been good. How about you?" I ask cordially.

"Oh, I'm great! I'm just here doing last-minute shopping before I leave on Saturday." Came her cheery response.

"Oh and where are you going?" I asked, more out of politeness than anything else.

"Switzerland. It's a skiing program targeted especially towards college kids. We're all going. You know, the gang? Me, Lissa, my best friend. Mason and Eddie as well. You remember them right? Oh and Adrian of course. And due to that Avery is tagging along." She says the last part with a twinge of annoyance.

And there it was. The gang. They had been the most popular in all of Amberwood Prep. First came Lissa and Rose who were the two "It" girls, both on the cheer leading squad, sought out by boys left and right due to their ridiculously good looks and confident attitudes. They were never rude to anyone, contrary to common belief on the stereotypic popular girl. Then came Mason Ashford and Eddison Castile. They were the typical jocks. Easy going, fun-loving womanizers. But that might have been the influence of the, one and only, Adrian Ivashkov.

He was rich, handsome, charismatic and the ultimate party boy. He had quite a reputation, doing the most outrageous things and not caring one bit about it. He was a known commitment phobe but girls still fell for him. God knows why. I've always seen him as arrogant, reckless with an ego the size of Mount Rushmore. Or even bigger than that, probably. But girls, who obviously had no sense of dignity or self-respect, threw themselves at him back and forth. Maybe it was his cocky attitude, or his floppy brown hair or twinkling emerald-green eyes or that stupid smirk. Not that I had noticed of course.

Avery Lazar was one of his on again/ off again conquests. That much everyone knew.

"Well, hope you have fun." I say to her in response.

"Thanks! You too, Sydney. Have fun at your dad's office thingy. Anyway, it was great seeing ya. Take care. And buy that dress!" She says grabbing her stuff and looking through her bag, apparently looking for her phone. On the way out of the store, I see she drops something but doesn't seem to notice.

"Rose, wait. You dropped your_" But she's already out and doesn't seem to hear me.

I walk towards it and pick it up. It seems to be a brochure of the ski resort she was talking about. It's in Zermatt in the Valais canton of Switzerland. I knew it was very famous for its mountaineering and ski resort since it is where the Swiss Alps are located. She's made some markings on to it. Notes and scribbles like "We have to do this." referring to some spa treatment they offer at the five-star hotel they're staying at. Or something like "We are gonna have so much fun!" with a heart and smiley face.

I just put it in my bag, with the intention to give it back if I see her again. Then I look at the dress she picked out for me. It was so much different from the conservative, dull clothes I usually wore. But for some reason I decide to give it a chance and with a sigh, I head towards an empty dressing room. After all if I didn't like it, I could always put it back.

So...did ya like it? I hope so. Review please? :-P