Alexandria shrugged. "I didn't do it just for you. I just don't like having bad listeners in my group." She knew that this wouldn't be the final time she'd see Marcus. If he was a true jock he'd do anything to earn his place back in her entourage. He could try. Alexandria never forgot the faces of those who lied to her or who otherwise betrayed her. She couldn't miss the boost of confidence Keith seemed to gain when she was holding his arm like this and people were looking at them, whispering. It strangely brought pleasure to her, to know that his confidence was all thanks to her. She was really like a goddess, a miracle maker, able to bring the best and the worst out of people. Another reason these peasants should bow down to her and beg for her recognition.<br/><br/>He asked about the party and she laughed, still guessing she had some work to do with this one. He had to be trained to the ways of the popular. "Of course you are! You are the highest ranking guy in my group, why wouldn't you be invited? It'd be a mistake on the queen's part." Alexandria smirked. "Have you ever been to a party before?" It had to be asked, so she could measure his experience with these type of parties. Part of her was worried for him, because he would see another side of the lifestyle, the part that only showed itself in the form of hangover on Monday classes and wild Facebook pictures that caused even Alexandria to blush. How would he handle alcohol? Half-naked girls suddenly very interested in him? Or, even worse, drugs? Erika was planning on bringing a friend of his to the party who was known to bring something extra with him.<br/><br/>To be honest, Alex didn't like Erika's friend. She still hadn't recovered mentally from last time when her friend had somehow persuaded her into trying ecstasy. She recalled lying on the bathroom floor, crying "never again, never again", while Erika caressed her hot skin and held her hair back when she leaned in to vomit. The queen at her most glamorous, truly.