Ashley was watching the whole thing as it progressed while Spencer and Aiden kept their eyes on the crowd, oblivious to potential WW3 that could very well happen at any second. She was ready though, ready to jump in and stop whatever could go down. Dano was like her sister and at one time, Madison was too and as much as she hated to admit it, underneath all that animosity and venom that bubbled to the surface when they were in the same vicinity, she would do almost anything to see those two together again. They were meant for each other.

The feeling of being watched overtook Madison and she lifted her eyes to meet the most brilliant green orbs she had ever seen. The look in them made her insides twist uncomfortably and so she stopped dancing with whatever that guys name was and kept staring at the girl.

Sherry had noticed her leader’s tense posture and glanced towards where she was looking at, seeing someone who she had never seen before. Whoever the girl was, she was big, looked pissed off, but most of all sad. There was something there, something that was deep and violent and possibly useful if she ever wanted to usurp the queen bee of her throne.

There were two options running through Madison’s mind along with the feelings of rage, hurt, and want; she would either face her or walk away. At this stage she wasn’t sure if Dano would follow her if she chose the latter option, had it been that long that she forgot how her one time girlfriend acted? She mentally shook her head. Madison Duarte is not the same girl. She’s powerful and straight and not at all attracted to the girl in front her whatsoever. However good at she was at lying to other people, she was never good at lying to herself, her family, or the person standing before her.

Shoving her hands in her pockets, Dano watched in trepidation as Madison walked towards her and then right past her. She was well aware that Ashley was watching the whole thing and eyed the rockstar cautiously, silently asking her to watch the car while she fell instep behind the conflicted Latina. In other words; Don’t follow.