A/N: First high school AU. I'm sure people can guess the love theme that's going to be pitched. I honestly saw on Nivanfield tumblr someone asking for something like this, so I hope you guys like it.

This chapter has been awesomely reread by the lovely Salysha her patience's is award winning since she looked this mess over, so my thanks to her!

Title: Bad Role Model

Rating: NC-17 – Mature content

Characters: Piers Nivans, Chris Redfield, Sherry Birkin, Annette Birkin, William Birkin, Jake Muller, Claire Redfield, Sheva Alomar, Steve Burnside, Ashley Graham, Jill Valentine, Leon Kennedy, Ada Wong, Luis Sera, Alexia Ashford, Alfred Ashford, Helena Harper, Deborah Harper, Rebecca Chambers, Barry Burton, Ingrid Hunnigan, Dee-Ay, Carlos Oliveira, Finn Macaulay, Jack Krauser, Ramon Salazar, some OCs

Pairings: Piers Nivans/Chris Redfield, Piers Nivans/OCs, Sherry Birkin/Jake Muller, Claire Redfield/Steve Burnside, Leon Kennedy/Ada Wong, (maybe some) Chris Redfield/OCs, and Piers Nivans/Jake Muller

Warnings/Tags: High school AU, statutory rape, graphic violence, graphic description of sex (mostly M/M; some M/F, though), masturbation, mature language and blasphemy, physical/sexual abuse, underage drinking, underage sex, homophobic scenes and slangs, tragedies, sexual comments/jokes... If I missed any, sorry.

Ages: Piers- 17, Chris- 28, Sherry- 17, Jake- 18, Claire- 18, Rebecca- 16, and Ashley- 16. I'm not doing everyone; if I get to it in the story, then yay. Just know that most of our main students are 16–19, and if you like, then keep reading to see who the students are.

Markings: -.-. (Switch POV) ... (Time forward). When you see both, it should be clear that both of those happened.

I'll keep you my dirty little secret

(Dirty little secret)

Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret

(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)

My dirty little secret

Dirty Little Secret by The All-American Rejects

Piers Nivans, the local hot guy and all-star, had moved in to the small neighborhood of Shadow Creek, Sugarland, Texas, and had been living there for five years. Most people who saw him were jealous of him and would say he had it all: good looks, smarts, and physical output. Co-captain of the Taylor High School football team The Mustangs and an average 3.8 people wished they could keep while joggling a job after school practice. He could do it all... or at least that's what he thought.

How could everything so good... so right, turn out so bad in the end? It wasn't his fault that he fell in love so recklessly that he didn't have time to duck for cover. Fate—she was one cold, heartless bitch, and today she was no different. She was the reason he rested here in his too big room, broken to the point where it hurt so much that dying didn't seem like such a bad thing. It made him remember the day fate had started to plan his falling out all too smoothly.

It was July 28, 2010: a nice, warm day for the gang and the last couple of days before Taylor opened back up to trap them behind its gates. Sherry, Piers, Jake, Rebecca, and Ashley sat together in a circle of pool chairs in Piers' backyard in the patio area under a retractable shade—something they did a lot on their lazy days.

"Fuck, I hate school so much! I wish I was a highly trained mercenary sometimes, and then all the teachers would go missing without a trace." Jake had been whining all week about the upcoming end of summer break.

"You only wish you were that cool." They all laughed in this small circle of friends.

"Screw you, Nivans. I'm awesome, and you know it."

Sherry waved for everyone's attention with a look that meant she had big news... or at least to her it was big, and she just had to tell everybody.

"OM-fucking-G! I just got the best news ever!" she squealed.

"Okay, babe, you don't have to scream; we're right here."

She ignored Jake's request with a roll of her blue eyes. "Guess who's moving back to Shadow Creek?!" She was visibly jumping up and down in her chair.

"Someone who likes old and boring people," Jake said, only getting a snort from Nivans while the girls glared and rolled their eyes.

"No, dickhead... Remember my friend I was on Skype with last week?"

"Oh, you mean the girl with the epic hooters?"

She leveled a dark glare at her boyfriend. "Her name is Claire, dumbass..."

Piers remembered the name of his 'girl' best friend. "Isn't that your best friend from middle school who moved when you were 10?"

"Yep." Sherry had lived there all her life, as both her parents were high-paid doctors, but Sherry had never wanted to leave and their baby girl always got what she wanted... It was pure luck she hadn't turned out totally spoiled. "Her brother got a job down here, and since she hasn't seen me in a long time, I want to throw a nice big party for her."

"Aww, hell, yea. I'm so fucking in! Nivans, you have to bring the drinks again or this party will kick rocks."

"When don't I bring the drinks?" Piers said with a grin.

"Whatever. I don't care if you bring drinks; I just don't want to see a repeat of what happened two years ago at the New Year's party."

Everyone cracked up at that... all but Jake. "Hey, I was pretty drunk, okay?!"

Piers shook his head. "That didn't stop you from sticking your tongue down my throat." Another round of laughter went around the circle, while Jake glared Piers down. "Don't worry, I know better than to let you dry hump me now. Sherry owns you now, anyway."

"Owns me? No one owns me, bitch!"

"Whatever you say, Muller," Piers said, laughing into his soda can.

"Okay, shut up, you two; I'm not done. She gets here tomorrow, but Sheva gets back from her visit in Africa the day after that, and I want everyone here. Plus, my parents get the night rounds that day, too; that way, we don't have to hide the drinks."

"Well, I'm in," Piers said.

"We need a good hoedown before school starts, anyway," Rebecca said, looking up from her phone.

"I'll start sending the texts out then! This should fun if not entertaining." Ashley pulled her phone out, running fingers over the keys at full speed.

Sherry eased back into her seat, smiling at Piers. He knew that look; she was planning something he knew he wasn't going to like. "Sherry, whatever you're planning, stop it."

"What! Why!?"

"Because in the end, I always end up cursing the day I moved here and you happened to be the first person to befriend me." He scowled at her innocent look, knowing she would get him to go along with her plan regardless.

"Shut up, you love me. I was just thinking maybe you and Claire would hit it off."

"I love you but... no hook-ups from you, Sher," he said, remembering all his failed attempts at relationships. They always ended badly, like the girl he dated at the end of the school year, Sarah. She was hot and all, but after the first time she got the stick, she got so clingy and obsessive that he had to get out. A month before that, Sherry had matched him up with Mike, who was a big closet case, and Piers didn't want to deal with the lies and secrets... Mike wasn't for him, anyway; the guy was way too boring to begin with.

"God, Piers, don't be a pussy! This is different than the other people I've set you up with. They weren't my BFFs like you and Claire are. I can imagine it: Nivanfield!"

"If I do go out with her, it won't be because you set us up."

"Fine!" she pouted, her lip out.

Jake cleared his throat and leaned in where only Piers could hear his voice. "Dude, you should go for it. She is one hot piece of ass, and knowing you, you'd have no problem scoring."

"I'll just have to see for myself," Piers said with a grin.

They all sat drinking soda and enjoying the lazy day while the sun started to set. Joking and laughing, Piers was blessed to have found friends who knew and encouraged him to be himself.

"Piers, mommy said it's almost time for dinner," the little 12-year-old Natalie spouted from the open screen door.

"All right, I'm coming." He knew that was his mother's code for 'I love you, but I don't want to hear your father bitch about you and your friends today.'

"Okay," she smiled, skipping back into the house.

"Dude, it's still creepy how you two look so much alike... only she's growing tits."

Piers rolled his eyes at Jake's lack of manners. "Hey, Jake?"

"Yea?"

"Shut up." Before Jake could recover from the insult, he added, "Guess it about that time, guys..."

Sherry groaned. "Your dad is such an ass! We aren't a bad influence on you."

"Really?" Piers challenged.

"Okay, so what? You still love us, and it's not like we got you out there stealing and killing..."

"Unless you want to," Jake added.

"Jake..." Sherry gave him one of those 'please shut the fuck up' looks before going on. "You think he'll ever be okay with who you are?"

"I don't know... He's still my dad, and I love him. So I hope he will be, one day."

"Okay, I have to go. My dad has been bugging me about buying school supplies while they are on sale all day," Ashley said, flipping her blonde hair. "You still need a ride, Becky?"

"Yeah, thanks... I'll see you guys tomorrow." Everyone waved to the two blondes going through the open fence door.

"Sherry."

She turned to Jake, who had a mischievous grin on his face.

"Your place today?"

"No." His face fell so fast Piers couldn't hold in his sudden urge to laugh. "My mom is home today, and my dad will be back soon, too."

"Aww, fuck..."

"Yea... so, have fun with your hand tonight!" She hugged Piers and kissed her grumbling boyfriend. She didn't live that far, so she walked out.

"So, Piers... mind if I spend the night here?" Jake asked, smiling innocently.

"I hope you're not hoping to get lucky." Piers gave him a mock horror expression.

"Hell, no, dude... I'm never going to live that down, am I?" he said, sighing when Piers grinned at him. "It was a one-time thing! Besides, Dee-Ay isn't at the house, and it's boring as fuck there." Jake liked his foster home dad; they had moved there three years ago. His friends still didn't know much about Jake's past, only that his mom had died and his dad had left before he was even born, so he had been put in a foster home.

"Let me ask my mom first. I don't want her nagging at me." As Piers headed into the house to search for his mother, Jake lazily followed. The house was large, but not too grand, and they made it through the backdoor into the dining room with a huge round table. Jake went right in as soon as he shut the door, going into the living area where Natty was playing with her phone. The living room set was simple two black leather couches facing each other, with a glass coffee table in the middle, and two single couch chairs mirrored to each other. Piers had always hated the fact that there was no TV down there.

He left Jake moving forward from the backdoor to the kitchen, where his mother was checking the oven for what looked like baked macaroni and cheese and baked chicken. She looked up when she sensed him approach. "Your friends left already?"

"Most of them," he summed.

"Most of them?" She cocked a brown eyebrow.

"Yeah... I was going to let Jake stay over."

"Jake? ...You know how your father is about you having other boys over." She was okay with who Piers was and he knew that, but it still didn't make things easier with his dad.

"God! It's not like I'm going to fuck him or anything!" he complained a little too loudly.

"Piers Edmund Nivans! You watch your mouth when you talk to me!"

"Sorry, it's just..."

She sighed. "Look, I know you're a good boy. You were always my good boy, but try not to push your luck next time."

"So, he can stay?" He loved how his mom always compromised for him.

"Yes... but! I don't want you making too much noise. You know how your father gets; he'll find anything wrong with you having a friend over to kick him out. So, don't give him a reason."

"I won't," he said with a grin.

"Go tell your friend and Natty to go wash up. Dinner will be set in five."

"Yes, ma'am."

...

After everyone had washed up for dinner, all three kids made their way downstairs, meeting a man standing with his back turned in the kitchen doorway. This man was Emmett Elven Nivans Sr. He turned around with a look of disapproval, meaning Piers' mother already explained the deal.

"Hey, daddy!" Natty ran down the stairs to give her father a hug, and he embraced her back.

"Hey, there!" He looked up to his second born, "Piers."

"Dad..."

"Come on or the food will get cold," his mother scolded them both, breaking them up before they could embarrass her.

...

Half the dinner went in silence; the only sounds were of forks hitting the plates. Piers sat next to Jake and his mother, and next to her was his father, then Natty.

"So, you two excited about school coming up?" Alice Nivans started.

"Not really," Jake answered with his mouth half full.

"Why is that?"

"This year is going to be the hardest," he said with a shrug.

"Well, look at it this way: this year is going to be your last year of high school."

"Yea," Piers added. "This year is going to be the greatest."

Jake grinned and nodded in agreement.

"I bet it will," Mr. Nivans mumbled with a disappointed look on his face.

"Emmett...," Piers' mother warned, but Piers was just like his stubborn father and he wasn't going to let his father throw slangs at him. (It's a saying for throwing hidden insults or beating around the bush.)

"What's that supposed to mean?" he said, tilting his chin forward in a mocking motion.

"It means I want to know what I did wrong for you to turn out like this." Emmett Senior smashed his fist on the table in frustration.

"Oh, dear..." Alice covered her eyes while little Natty looked at Jake, who shrugged at her and continued eating.

"My sexuality," Piers spat the words out at his father, "has nothing to do with you. I don't go around saying crap about how my father didn't give me enough hugs when I was little, and if it makes you feel better, you should know I fuck them."

"Piers!" his mother scolded him for his profanity, but he ignored her, focusing on his father's stubborn disposition.

"I hope that makes me a little less of a fag in your eyes! I'm going to my room; Jake, let's go," Piers said, leaving the plates on the table to retreat upstairs before his father could recover. He felt a lot calmer in his room as soon as the door closed; this was his space, like his second world apart from the rest. Set in his image, there was one large window with blue curtains to match the grayish blue walls and posters of his favorite bands Paramore, Pendulum, and One Republic.

Trophies from nine and up for baseball, football, and school academics for highest GPA, all from 11th grade, were on shelves on both sides of his wall flat screen. A king-size bed was mounted against the wall, with his hardest-working employee awards as male waiter at Dee-Ay's restaurant Cajun Spot on a shelf over it.

Jake flopped on the mattress, while Piers sat at his desk in the cover of the laptop he'd brought along. "Sorry about that..."

"Dude, it's cool. You handled your shit, Nivans; that was kind of hot!" Leave it to Jake to find something to joke about at any given time.

"Shut up..." He couldn't help but laugh, though.

"Okay, but all jokes aside, that's what you been dealing with all summer?"

"Yep." Piers had been keeping it a secret from his parents for three years, but when the summer break started that year, he had decided he should let his parents know the real him. His mother was shocked but accepting; it was all too easy for her, but his father... Well, his father had flipped a lid.

"What I don't get is you're like the perfect son. You play sports, have awesome friends like me, keep an ass-kicking 3.8 GPA on a bad day, and work for you own money. So much your dad could be proud of, but he's too worried about where you stick your dick," Jake said bluntly, shaking his head as he looked at all the awards.

"Guess none of that really matters."

"Well, I don't care if you fuck both genders. You're still cool in my book, Piers."

"Thank you so much. That warms my heart," Piers replied sarcastically.

"Screw you, Nivans...," Jake said, throwing one of the bed pillows at him.

They settled into the night, both doing their own thing. Jake flipped through the 2000 channels too fast to really be looking for anything good to watch, while Piers checked his Facebook and Gmail. Piers was about to call it quits when he heard sounds he knew well: moaning and chicks screaming for more pleasure. He turned from his computer. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

Jake had his pants down as he stroked his length in a fast motion, out in the open, grunting shamelessly like Piers wasn't in the room. "Muller, what the fuck!?"

"Dude, chill out... Ah, fuck. It isn't like you haven't seen my dick before, and you won't let me live down the one time we gave each other handjobs. So, either turn the fuck around or join the fun."

"Un-fucking-believable," Piers breathed, turning back to his laptop. "If you get jizz on my sheets, you're sleeping on the fucking couch."

"Fine." He tucked himself away. "I'll finish in the shower," he said, grabbing a pair of Piers' sweats and heading out of the door.

"It should have started there, and don't take all day; I still need to shower, asshole!"

Piers could hear a mocking evil laugh out in the hall. Some people...

...

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

"Claire, get up! We're here." They had been driving for hours on end and finally made it back home to Shadow Creek. Early morning was still dark since the sun wouldn't be up for another three hours; every house was sleeping the night away.

"God, Chris. Did you have to shake me so hard!?" She slapped him, still sitting in the passenger sit of the U-Haul.

"Come on. We have work to do, Claire bear," he said, jumping out of the U-Haul. Chris was still a little excited that he could give his
sister a place to stay longer than five months so she could finish her last year with real friends. Being a P.I. paid well, but it meant a lot moving around, so he had had to learn how to home-school. Claire had never complained or whined, but he could tell she missed making friends and talking to someone other than just her brother. "Hurry up." He could hear her groan as she got out of the moving truck.

"Chris... I'll make you a deal."

"I'm listening."

"Tomorrow, Sherry and some of her friends are coming over. If you let me go to bed now, I'll get them to help." She gave him the best puppy dog eyes she could muster. "Less work, faster progress," she added.

"Fine." He grinned. She mumbled something that sounded a lot like 'thank, God' when she used the key to open the door. He looked around at his new/old home. "It's good to be back home."

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

"Dude, hurry up and get dressed. Sherry is going to flip a lid if we keep her waiting." Sherry had texted him to meet her and the girls at the house across from hers in five.

"Relax, Nivans. It's only a five-minute walk," Jake snorted, missing the issue.

"Yea... and we were supposed to be there, like, ten minutes ago."

"Fine, fine." He threw Piers' sweats off... and he was free-balling under those sweats.

"Jake... you have no shame, do you?" Piers said, shaking his head while looking back at his door mirror to adjust his black polo that matched his white cargo shorts and black converse.

"What do I have to be ashamed of? Plus, we share the same locker room at school... Hey, let me borrow some clothes. Mine aren't as kick-ass as yours."

"Whatever, just hurry up."

...

"Sorry we're late," he greeted Ashley and Rebecca, standing in the driveway at the back end of an open U-Haul.

"Don't apologize because you won't be happy about what Sherry has planned for you two." Ashley grinned playfully. "She went inside with Claire and her brother."

"Man, he is so freaking hot!" Rebecca fanned herself dramatically. "All muscle with a side of smiles."

"It's 'fucking hot,' Becky. Don't be such a pris about swearing," Jake mocked.

"Can't all be brutes like you, can we?" she retorted.

"Never know until you try, babe." He winked, and she made a gagging sound.

"There you two are! What the hell were you two doing sucking each other's dicks? No, never mind; don't answer that." Everyone cracked up and Piers heard another high song-like voice laughing. The girl, he assumed, was Claire. His first impression of her was she was your average 9.5 hot chick. Light brown hair, blue eyes, though all of his friends but him, Sheva, and Finn had blue eyes. Her hooters were the biggest out of the four girls (but only a little bit bigger than Ashley's).

So, Jake hadn't been lying when he had said she was something. "The bald-looking one is my man, and the hot one is my BMFF."

"What the fuck! I'm not bald, and how come he's the hot one!"

"Well, he is," the three girls said in unison, making everyone crack up... Well, not Jake, of course.

"Claire Redfield." She waved her hand shortly. Piers had to say she seemed pretty cool. "Piers and Jake, right?" They nodded, and Jake grinned cockily.

"You could call me Mr. Awesome, too, babe; a lot of people call me that." Jake winked, and she gave him an 'oh, God' look that was half amused, half eww.

"Muller... no one calls you that, and no one ever will." Piers rolled his eyes; Jake could be so full of himself when he wanted to.

"Well, they should!"

"I think I'll stick with Jake, if you don't mind... but thanks, though." She mirrored his wink.

Piers laughed. "Yea, you're going to fit in just fine."

"Yea, anyone who could shut up Jake up is good in my book," Rebecca said happily.

"Man, you guys make a guy feel loved..." They laughed at his mocking pout.

"Don't worry; we still love you deep down," Sherry said, walking up to him to wrap her arms around his neck to kiss him, and he returned it all too eagerly.

"Well, looks like you got some interesting friends, Claire bear." Piers turned to the deep voice that sounded like it could get anyone to do anything if it was firm enough. He turned, seeing a big man in a tight-fitting wifebeater soaked in sweat. Rebecca hadn't been kidding when she had said he was hot: the way his jeans hugged his ass just right made it look way too squeezable. His face was way too God-like for him to be human, with well-placed facial hair, but nothing compared to the deep blue eyes he had that were darker than Claire's. "So, these two fellows are the ones who volunteered to help me?"

Before Jake could reply with a flat 'hell, no,' Piers had an unreasonable feeling to want to please this man. "Yep... So, what are we doing?" He ignored the 'what the fuck, dude?' look Jake was throwing him.

"Well, you two could help me with all the heavy things, and I'll get the rest."

"We can help with the small stuff, too." Jake threw a 'dude, shut up!' look this time.

"You sure? I mean, I got most of it, but I want to get the huge stuff like my desk inside."

"No problem. Just lead the way."

"Okay, guys, let's get to work. I didn't get your names." He smiled, and Piers couldn't help but smile at this wide man. The three girls shared a questioning eyebrow.

"That's Jake. I'm Piers Nivans," Piers said proudly.

"Chris Redfield... Nice to meet you, Piers Nivans," Chris said, giving him a smile that would knock anyone out before he turned and waved for them to follow.

"Fuck me...," Jake groaned and followed Piers' example.

...

"Ouch, fuck, Nivans! Watch my foot!" Jake complained when the deep freezer hit his foot.

"Sorry." Piers got caught up looking around the house. It was big for a one-story house with three bedrooms and two bathrooms. The garage door was directly to the right when you entered the house, while to the left was the dining room that was connected to the kitchen and living area. The ceiling was high... A little too high. It seemed a little uncalled-for, if he was asked. He had always seen this house but never been inside it before. Most people who rented it out were away or loners. Sherry had told him who owned the house, but she never told him why they had left it in the first place.

They moved the deep freezer into the corner of the garage. "Finally done!" Jake walked back into the house, sitting on one of the chairs at the dinner table, putting his head down.

Piers patted his back. "Would you like a cookie for today's work?"

"Fuck. You. Man."

"Hmm, kinky."

"Not even close to how kinky I could get."

Piers couldn't see it, but he knew Jake too well to not hear the grin in his voice.

"You guys finished?" Chris asked, coming out from the hallway where all the rooms and one guest bathroom were.

"Yes, sir."

"Sir?" Chris said, half-shocked. "Hey, I may not look it, but I'm only 28, so none of that 'sir' shit around here."

"Fine." Piers grinned. "Are the girls still finishing Claire's room?"

"Yea."

Jake jumped from his chair. "Let's go say hi, Piers."

"Nah, you do that. I think I'm going to head home soon. All this sweat is starting to make my skin feel funny."

"Fine." He squeezed past Chris to the first door in the hall.

"Well, I guess I'll be going..."

"Need some company?"

"Huh?" Piers wasn't sure how he should take that. "Oh, well, it's not that far; just a couple of blocks down."

"Don't worry about it; I could use the fresh air. I haven't been back here in years, so a little walk will do me some good."

"You sure?"

"Yea. Humor me, kid."

Piers frowned, dropping his eyebrows. "I may not look it, but I'm actually 17, so none of that 'kid' crap."

Chris crackled up with a roll of laughter that ended with ha ha has that matched the sound of ho ho ho. "I like you; you got flare." He patted his shoulder when he walked past him. "Let's march, then."

...

The walk was silent as they passed the fifth house till Chris decided to break the silence. "So, you're 17, huh?" Piers hummed a mhm. "So you're a junior?"

"Senior," he corrected.

"Cool. You got to be going crazy about making it into the big world, huh?" He pushed his hands in his jeans.

"I don't know... I mean, I'm glad I'll be able to start college and all, but I think I'm going to miss my friends here the most. It's hard finding friends who are cool with who you are and really care about you." Piers looked to the sky, smiling at how true all his words sounded to him.

"What exactly are you, an extra-terrestrial or something?"

"No, but I think that's how my father sees it." He laughed darkly. "I think he would prefer that than me being bisexual."

"Oh," was all he said, and he was afraid Chris was another one of those homophobic pricks, but he stayed quiet until Piers stopped in front his own house.

"Well, this is my house... Later."

He turned to walk up his walkway when a large hand grabbed and turned him back. "Piers, can I give you a little advice?" He nodded, still too shocked. "Live your life the way you want to. Never be afraid to do what you feel is right, and if you lose a loved one on the way because they don't like the new you, then they never loved you; they only loved the person they wanted you to be." Piers was lost for words, staring at the deep blue eyes lit in the sunset light. He smiled and patted his shoulder, walking back the way he had come. "You take care, Piers."

He watched the blue-eyed man walk until he disappeared down the street. Finally finding the power to walk into his house, leaning his back against the door and stroking his left wrist where the hand had grabbed him, Piers decided he did like Chris... but only a little, but how bad could a small crush be, right? He was just Claire's brother he wouldn't see that much, anyway...

A/N: Jeez, finally! I think this is the longest single chapter I have EVER written, but it was so fucking worth it!

Tell me how I did on my first AU story and chaptered piece. Love you guys, but I'm tired. Bye!