First of all, I will say that I am extremely sorry for all of the recent OC stories. But now I'm back with more actual FanFiction stories, so everything is okay. :) This is a very experimental story, so I hope that you all enjoy it, because I would love to have good reception, and continue it, with the like... Five incomplete stories I have. :)

Playing A Dangerous Game

Strategies

The back halls of the club smelled like sweat, alcohol, sex, and cigarette smoke. Jem coughed as he made his way through them, Will tagging behind him with a his arm wrapped around a dancer, or more like, stripper, from the floor show.

"Damn you and your allergies," Will smirked, casting a sideways glance to the girl "He's always like this. Don't you worry about anything. We'll be alone in just a minute."

"This one's empty," Jem said pushing a door open. A rush of the disgusting odor can drifting out, and Jem gagged slightly, but kept his best face forward.

Will flashed a predatory smile, clapping his friend on the back. "Thanks, brother. Though, why you insist on chaperoning me to the back rooms is still a mystery. I don't know how much longer I'm going to believe that you're making sure we don't accidentally fall into an occupied room."

Jem smirked, the silver if his hair the lightest thing in the hallway. "More, I make sure I know where you end up, so I can find you later if you're too drunk to make it out of the room."

The girl Will had his arms around giggled. "Don't worry. I'll make sure he's in good shape when he leaves. Better than good shape, actually."

"That's alright," Jem replied hastily. "I really wouldn't want you to go through the trouble. If I were you, I would just have sex with him and then leave. I mean, chances are he'll already be gone before it gets to that."

"A threesome, maybe?" she suggested with wide eyes, but Jem shook his head adamantly.

"We call each other brother often. I really have no desire to see him naked, and sorry honey, but I've seen you naked as well, at the floor show, and you're not really my type."

"Well!" she exclaimed, tugging on Will's arm to pull him into the room. "I'm afraid Mr. Dark hair Blue eyes and I have to go. I mean, no use standing around here if you're not wanted."

Jem rolled his eyes, laughing at the girl's nerve. He made his way out to the front of the club, going over to the bar. After ordering a strong drink, he held it in his hand, looking around at the pulsing lights and hearing the beating music ringing in his ears. It was almost too much for him, but over the years, he had grown accustomed to the familiarity of the club life.

"Hey, baby," another dancer said, sidling up to him and pressing her well endowed chest against his arm. She was wearing too much makeup, and Jem raised an eyebrow, glancing down at her with a sly smile. "Looking for a little fun tonight? I'm available, room sixty-nine, at twelve, if you are. Just knock. I'll be in there already."

"I'll think about it," Jem laughed, taking a sip of his drink. He checked his phone. "That's in an hour and ten minutes."

"Oh, good, you can read a clock," she said gently, tracing her fingertips along his jawbone. Her long black hair flowed over her shoulders and down to her waist. "But I'm plenty interested in you. I've been watching you all night, and believe me, you're a good looking guy with some good moves. Caring too. I saw how you brought your friend and his girl to a back room."

He laughed inwardly at how desperate she was. "Well, It's only the right thing to do. Now, If you'll excuse me, I want to go outside and get some fresh air. And I'm sure you're due to screw some lucky guy in that same room in a couple minutes. Don't worry. You don't give that much away. I've been around here a lot, though. I know how places like these, and how people like you work."

She smiled slightly, the edges of her lips quirking up. She reached over and placed a sound kiss on his lips, before sauntering off. "I'll see you at twelve."

Jem laughed, rolling his eyes before he walked out to the back porch, where it was a bit quieter, and leaned over the railing, looking out onto the fields in front of him.

Sometimes, you had to play a little to get out.

"I can't believe you didn't nail her," Will groaned, pushing his hair back from his face. "I would have jumped at the opportunity. I mean, hot girl, practically begging you to get with her. Have I taught you nothing?"

"Will, you didn't finish with that girl of yours for nearly two hours," Jem sighed under his breath. "I was wondering where you were. I mean, I was about to go looking for you."

"I was fine," he replied, rolling his eyes. "No need to get so worked up. She was more fun than I anticipated. You should have seen."

"No thanks," Jem groaned. "I mean, I'm all for empty sex and everything, but I think that you should at least find someone that's your type. She might have been yours, but she wasn't mine."

"I don't care if someone is my type," he hissed under his breath, "Sex is sex and it's all good. Besides-"

They cut off speaking when the librarian hushed them down, telling them that they were in detention and that detention was not for talking.

"We're finishing this later," Will whispered, picking up his pencil and setting down to work on the assignments he had to complete. "I'm not through with you."

"Will, shut up," Jem said, making a face.

"Whatever," Will snorted, though he quieted down, but only for a second. He balled up a piece of scrap paper and tossed it at Jem. "Hey, look at the girl at the desk. Hot or not?"

The girl at the front desk held out a book to the librarian, who promptly checked it out for her. Glancing over her shoulder, as she felt eyes on her, she made eye contact with Will first, who gave her a bright smile, and Jem, who unfurled his "sexy" smirk. Blushing red, she turned back to the librarian, taking the book and going over to a table in the corner of the library.

Both boys followed her with their eyes, and she sat down, taking out the book and trying to focus. She pulled her long brown hair over one shoulder, tugging on it uncomfortably as she tried to focus.

Will and Jem turned to each other, conversing with only their eyes for a moment. "Hot," they whispered simultaneously. "In a very quiet, sexy sort of way," Will added. "I would go for that."

"You would go for anything that moves," Jem replied, noticing the girl's habit of chewing on her thumbnail. "But I agree. Way more my type than the girl yesterday."

"So now you're into the nerdy type?" Will smirked, his blue eyes alight with laughter. "I hope this doesn't become a habit of yours. It's really quite a nasty one."

"Naw. I still like the more outgoing types that you can meet at the clubs," he shrugged, as the bell rang, releasing them from detention. "But there's something… Special about her, I just can't place it. I don't know. I think detention is getting to our minds or something."

"Props to us for going out and drinking instead of doing our homework," Will grinned, packing up his things into his backpack. "My parents ask if it's becoming a habit. I tell them that I wouldn't want it any other way."

"Well, your parents aren't Asian," Jem joked, slinging his backpack over one shoulder. "Come on. Let's go talk to her."

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