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In the game of seduction, there is only one rule: Never fall in love.
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Justin Merteuil was, to put it simply, the most popular student at Manchester Prep. Being the student body president did that to you, however.
Justin knew he probably wouldn't have found himself in the situation he was in at that very moment, had he not been the head of the student body, but then again, he had requested that he see this new student. To take him under his wing, and make sure he turned out all right.
Ruin his life was more accurate.
"Justin, again, we can't thank you enough for helping Joey out, especially since he's new to the school."
Justin smiled at Mrs. Caldwell, the normal fake smile that just came naturally to him after years of perfecting it. "Of course, Mrs. Caldwell, I'm always happy to extend my hand to someone."
"What are the students like?" Joey asked.
Mrs. Caldwell laughed. "Joseph has never been in a "co-educational" school environment, and I'm sure that he's just asking to know all about the young ladies."
"I said -students-," Joey muttered, and Justin was the only one who heard him.
"Most of the students at Manchester are really great people. You do, however, get the occasional bad apples," Justin replied, giving Joey an odd look because of what he had said.
"Like your step-brother," Mrs. Caldwell pointed out. "I'm surprised they didn't expell him after what he did to the school nurse."
"I heard she's recovering quite nicely," Josh said, entering the room, a small book under one arm. He approached Mrs. Caldwell and leaned down to her ear. "Nice to see you again Mrs. Caldwell," he yelled.
She gave him a fleeting, fake smile and Josh turned to Joey. "And what have we here?" he asked.
"Josh, you remember Mrs. Caldwell's son, Joey," Justin said, looking from Josh to Joey.
Josh smiled. "Oh yes, Joey. And I just have to say, that is an -adorable- shirt that you're wearing." Joey looked down at his tee shirt with a koala bear on it, and grinned. "Oh thanks, my dad got it for me in Australia."
"So how are things down under?" Josh asked, eyes roaming down to look at Joey's crotch. "Josh!" Justin hissed, smacking the side of his leg.
"Well, I think we've covered everything. Come along Joseph," Mrs. Caldwell said, getting up and stalking off, her high heels clicking on the ground. "Remember to keep your legs together, this isn't Jamaica," she hissed to Joey as they left the room.
"God," Justin said, rolling his eyes and reaching for the cross he wore around his neck, with the initials JRM inscribed in them. He twisted the tip if the cross and it opened up, revealing his vile of cocaine.
"I didn't know it was ass hole day at the Valmont house!" Josh exclaimed, setting his small book on the table by the phone.
"The parental units called while you were out," Justin said, wiping his nose and screwing the top of his cross back on, making it look like a normal piece of jewelry once again.
"So how is your gold digging, whore of a mother?" Josh asked.
"She suspects that your impotent, alcoholic father is diddling the maid."
"Good for him," Josh sneered.
"What's the matter with you? -Therapy- not going well?"
Josh sighed. "No, it's not that." He pulled out a napkin from his pocket. "Clarissa. Call me," he mimicked, throwing the napkin behind him. "I'm sick and tired of sleeping with these insipid Manhattan debutons. Nothing shocks them anymore. It's never a challenge."
Justin grinned. "Well you can stop fretting, because I have a challenge for you. It involves Joey."
"I -knew- you weren't just associating with him out of the goodness of your heart."
"Just shut up and listen. Do you remember Court Reynolds?"
Josh thought about it for a second before replying, "That guy that dumped you over the Fourth of July weekend?"
"Great sacrifices were made on my part to keep Court happy. Little did I know he was going to fall for none other than our boy Joey. He dumped me for the innocent little twit, and I want revenge. If you seduce him, sleep with him, then he'll only be damaged goods by the time poor Court gets to him."
Josh pretended to think about it, before shaking his head. "No."
"Why not?" Justin demanded.
"Oh come on Justin! It's too easy. You want a challenge?" Josh asked, going over to his small book and pulling out a magazine from underneath it.
"This is a challenge," he said, putting the Seventeen magazine in Justin's lap.
"Thanks Josh, but I don't need to know how to alleviate menstrual cramps."
"Just turn to page sixty-four."
"Getting a Guy's Perspective?" Justin asked, reading the page headline, and Josh sighed. "Below that."
"Why I Plan To Wait, by Lance Hargrove; Laurel, Mississippi... God, is he for real?" Justin muttered as he started to read the article.
"Oh, he's the family angel..." Josh said, trailing his hands over Justin's chest, rubbing his nipples through the thin fabric.
"Let's see," Josh pulled the magazine out of Justin's hands and started reading from it. "Boring, boring, boring... 'I love my parents'... boring, boring, boring... 'making a mature decision'... here we go! It says here that he has a -boyfriend- named Trevor. They've been going out for a year, and Trevor understands."
"Trevor's a pussy," Justin said. "Too bad for you, though, that he lives in Mississippi."
"Au contraire, dear brother. The virgin's father has just accepted the new headmaster position at -our- school."
Josh came over and sat on a seat next to Justin. "Can you imagine what this will do for my reputation? Screwing the new headmaster's son before school starts... he'll be my greatest victory."
Justin looked at Josh with a smirk. "You don't stand a chance. Even this is out of your league."
"Care to make a wager out of that?"
"Maybe," Justin said with a shrug.
"Oh well," Josh said, getting up and walking over to the table he had set his book on. "Dr. Greenbaum and her daughter should make for an interesting entry."
"Oh gee, your journal. Could you be more queer?"
"Could you be more desperate to read it?" Josh asked, leaving the large room and going into his study, setting his journal on top of his desk. He opened the flap and was just about to write in it, when Justin's voice came floating in across the hall from his bedroom.
"Oh Josh, could you come here please?"
Josh sighed and walked across the hall into Justin's room. "What?" he asked.
"About that little wager of yours, count me in."
Josh smiled triumphantly. "All right, what are the terms."
"If I win, then that hot little car of yours is mine."
"And if I win?"
Justin backed up onto his bed, and he leaned back, spreading his legs apart, moving his hand down between them. "Then I'll give you something you've been obsessing about ever since our parents got married."
"Be.More.Specific," Josh told Justin, pausing after each word.
"In English? I'll fuck your brains out."
Josh hesitated before saying, "What makes you think I'd go for that? My car's a 1956 Jaguar Roadster."
Justin grinned and laid back seductively on the bed. "Because I'm the only one you can't have and it kills you. I'll let you put it anywhere."
Josh grinned victoriously. "You've got yourself a bet."
They shook on it.
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