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a m b i t i o n.

chapter oo1. P e r f e c t

The moment his attentive pale blue gaze found her he knew she'd been the most popular girl at whichever school she'd last attended.

Hair so dark a brown it was nearly the colour of the night. Her eyes were such an icy blue that they reminded him of a winter in January, sparkling beneath perfectly arched eyebrows and a soft, fresh cut fringe.

Pretty, pretty, pretty.

No. Not quite.

With an extra button daringly undone on a blouse just one size suitably more fitting than the standard, and her uniform skirt hemmed up to a length that he certainly approved of, baring slender thighs clad tight in opaque tights, skin beautifully bronzed and it made her seem so exotic, her mouth painted a bold red, same as her nails, she was hot.

Smoking,

Smoldering,

He exchanged a glance with the boy beside him. Tyler Simms, his best friend since forever, made a face that conveyed definite approval.

The whole class seemed to have fallen still at this girl's presence.

And it was so perfectly understandable.

"Sienna Chamberlain, class," their exuberant, 20-something math teacher introduced her. "Now, she's new to the school – not just this class – so please, make her welcome. Sienna, there's an additional seat just up there behind Sarah that you can take. If you have any problems, just ask, because your last school might have covered a different syllabus."

She smiled, and Reid decided she had nice teeth.

"Of course, thank you Mr. Sabo."

He kept his bright eyes on her. Face expressionless, stony; gaze smoldering. She was his. He was going to go there.

Noticing his attention, her cold eyes dropped to his as she strolled so casually up to the desk in front of him, dropping her bag beside it, bending down in a way that pulled her skirt even higher up her leg, pulling it so that it tugged so gloriously against her skin as she got her books out.

She sat down, dragging masses of brown hair over her shoulder and opening her textbook to the appropriate unit.

"Damn," began Reid, just loudly enough for Tyler to hear him, "what wouldn't you give to get her into your bed for a night?"

Tyler's chuckle was rich and low, "Yeah, I know right. Her ass is the nicest I've seen in this school since."

His eyes fell back onto the girl in front of him, and then back to Tyler's. "Want this one," he decided, the words falling off his tongue so smoothly.

To his surprise, Sienna swung around to face him, and there was a glimmer of something in her eyes that made him sure that she'd understood everything they'd just said. She smiled, somewhat sheepishly, "Sorry, do you have a pencil? I only have biros, and I hate using ink for math…"

He raised an eyebrow, leaning forwards to hand her a pencil, eyes dropping very obviously to linger on the first closed button of her shirt. He knew she'd noticed him looking at her chest – he'd have made sure of it if she hadn't - her eyes pinned to his as she thanked him for the pencil, her body turning back to the front, eyes tearing away at the last moment.

It was the most glorious math class he'd ever endured.

Six seconds of eye contact in math had told me that he was the one to watch out for.

I knew a player when I saw one. He had every characteristic of an up class slut. I bet his mother loved him, but half the girls at this school had been burnt by him.

Unfortunate, I supposed, feeling rather nonchalant about this whole new school thing, because I realised that to make it into the in-crowd here I was going to have to have some sort of involvement with him.

I hated school.

Always had,

In the past I'd been at a prestigious French boarding school until my father got into a little too much trouble, and we ended up here, after moving around Europe a number of times. Thanks goodness for my lost accent.

I'd loved Belgium the most. The architecture is just too beautiful.

And then mother decided it was enough. And we left. To here, some random little town so apparently full of snotty rich kids. Exotic European cars, German engineering, and even a Ducati filled the student parking lot. As if that hadn't been enough of a giveaway.

Our neighborhood was all fenced in. Iron gates and manicured lawns, rose-bushes and perfectly trimmed hedges and trees full of blossoms. Every house looked pretty much the same. Mom had bought a pretty big one though. But it was just the four of us, me, my mother and father, and my older brother, eighteen, annoying, overprotective, smart, and an arrogant mind to finish, an ego the size of the Sun. Sebastian, you cocky bastard.

I suppressed a groan when I found the lunch room and Sebastian nowhere in sight.

Him,

With five other superiors at the table, three boys, with matching eye-catching looks and two girls, both naturally beautiful, were sitting next to the brunette boy who'd been beside wonder-boy in math.

The brunette saw me and waved, beckoning me to join them before I could find anyone else and I reason to avoid them.

I shouldn't have been avoiding them anyway. I needed to be popular, if anything, it was like my little security net. I hated being at school so much. Having everyone adore me, want to be me or want to fuck me made it bearable, though.

And I wasn't stupid. Spoke French, excelled in math, loathed science, was forced into learning to play the piano, and couldn't care less about history. But like it was hard to write a few thousand words about whatever happened whenever, right?

I just didn't like being at school. Trapped, learning things I didn't really care for, with people I didn't really like, wasting hours and hours that I could have spent doing something far more productive.

"So, where have you wandered in from?" asked this boy with eyes blue and as bright as mine but paler.

All complete with a wink, I replied, "Where do you want me to have come from...?"

He thought for a moment. "Europe?" He guessed.

"Hmm…Europe, lovely guess."

I pushed my hair back, flicking my head and half rolling a shoulder. It was the most effective body language I could perform to subtly flaunt my body. And I'd mastered it over the course of time.

The boy-whore looked up. "My ancestors are from Europe."

For some reason, that made me gain a few points of respect for him, enough that I gave him a critical once over, much in the same way he had done to me in Calculus. I always played even. Everything always worked out when you did.

He was fucking handsome. There was no denying that. Well defined features, perfectly angled cheekbones and a well-shaped jaw. Muscular arms, straight teeth, eyes the color of a glistening ocean, thick lashed and sharp, the rest of him all the gossamer coloring of winter, blonde, and flawless skin.

"Reid Garwin, is it not?" I exclaimed, the words flying out of my mouth before I even realised I'd thought them.

He and the rest of his group gave me an odd look.

"Yeah... Reid. How'd you know that?"

"A guess, I lived here when I was little... Everyone knows the Sons of Ipswich, I only assumed it was you who were the Garwin, and I speculate the rest of you men are a Danvers, Parry, and Simms?

He nodded. The two girls looked a little impressed. "Small world," said the blonde one, whistling through her teeth. She grinned at me. "I'm Sarah. Welcome to Spenser Academy."

Aw, she seemed so sweet. Bubbly, I was going to be such good friends with her or else, I decided then and there. "Sienna..." It seemed odd to me, shaking a girl's hand. We just kissed everyone in Europe.

"I'm Kate. You'll really love it here," promised the brunette with pin straight hair and vibrant dark eyes lighting up as she spoke.

"Hope so," I said, I didn't want to sound too dubious or doubtful. I glanced at the men. I just deduced the fact that they were the Sons of Ipswich; they could at least introduce themselves.

Obviously their thoughts had been elsewhere. One made an odd noise and snapped back to reality, shaking his head. "Um…Tyler Simms."

"Caleb, Caleb Danvers." He eyed her suspiciously.

"Pogue Parry." One with stunning eyes and long hair said.

Owner of the Ducati, may be?

"Have a seat." Kate said, nodded to an empty chair. I beamed my pearly whites to them, thanking her, and sat down.

Sarah declared that there was a party tonight, of course, and we all had to be there. Or else.

"That sounds fun, I'll be there."

"Seems you're so eager to get to know everyone, Sienna," and I had never heard a voice so velvet and dark, so full of undertones that I knew every meaning of, as that of Reid Garwin. "You seem like the type of girl everyone is just going to love..." And blue eyes wanted to melt away the buttons on my blouse once more.

Sarah glared at him, very unimpressed but trying not to convey it. "Sit next to us in class and we can figure out tonight. Tell you who is safe and who to keep away from," her words were said as though they were for me, and I knew the last part was about Reid. Seems I shouldn't be after him.

"Oh, Sarah, you're so sweet. I'm so glad I met you guys first. Makes me feel like I have a good chance of fitting in here," and I smiled, genuinely, although my words were a lot sweeter than my personality.

"How can a hottie like you, with that body, not fit in here?" murmured Reid in French, eyes on the hemline of my skirt and not even trying to be discreet.

"Sorry... I only recognize French. I don't understand it," I lied, "I'm from England." I lied again.

His expression was somewhat unreadable, as though he wasn't sure if that was the truth or not.

"Oh, I just said not to worry about that. Popularity is just an unnecessary cliché."

He knew I'd understood his French.

I knew it.

And I also knew, right then, that this meant he was going to use that to his advantage.

And I was going to let him, because, through him, I had my crown, the modern, not-so-innocent, school-girl version of Lady Macbeth. Yes, sinister, Queen Bee of Spenser Academy.

He was the popular one here and it was so plain to see. What a perfect pawn. How lucky this day had been, getting in the good books already.

If he wanted me…

If he wanted me, I got him in the palm of my hand, and, indirectly, everyone else as well.

Perfect.

All I had to do was string him along.

Perfect, perfect, perfect…how perfect…