Hey guys, so I was watching Cruel Intentions earlier and I thought 'hmm, I wanna write a story on this' so here it is. I hope you like it.
I don't own anything.
Rated M for reason.
Nick Jonas.
He was young and he wanted to have fun. And sex was a part of his fun; he enjoyed having control, being the guy that every other guy looked up to, even the schools most attractive guys, who made every girl swoon. Except for one; Selena, his stepsister. She was the daughter of Mandy, and when she and Paul got married, they brought Nick and Selena together. Nick knew she thought he was attractive and handsome, but she had a fun time resisting her lust towards him. Selena was the one he really wanted but couldn't have. She was his stepsister for crying out loud, but she was so beautiful and flawless. He needed to have her. It hurt his self-esteem that he couldn't persuade her into having sex with him.
Of course their parents knew nothing about this, and even though they knew about him, they didn't know what Selena really was like. Nick was the only person who knew her for what she really was; A real bitch who used people and stepped on them just to make herself feel better, and to climb up the ladder of fame. But she was still the only girl he couldn't have, and that was why Nick desperately wanted her.
His father was both furious and embarrassed by his son's escapes with an unknown number of girls and women. His father sent him to Mrs. Pruitt therapy sessions hoping these sessions would help him get a better look on females. Treat them with respect, not use them as toys. Nick didn't really need a shrink in his opinion but his father intended him to go.
So here he was, sat in the big long brown leather chair in her office. His mocha eyes was staring up at the ceiling, thinking. 'Why did I need to be here?'
"Nicholas, you're not present. What is on your mind?" Mrs. Pruitt interrupted his thoughts.
Nick had actually never been really present in these sessions, but she couldn't tell. Nick was too good of an actor. While he told her a lot of lies about his self, trying to become a better man, and treat women and also men with respect, his thoughts had wandered off to some of his last conquers of girls. What a good shrink she was when she couldn't tell that he wasn't present, and that he didn't want to work on becoming a better person.
He remembered the first time he came here. He saw a gold framed photo on her desk. He knew it was her daughter. The girl was pretty enough, though she wasn't his taste but that never stopped him. He already formed a plan in his head. Nick didn't like Mrs. Pruitt, he thought she was overcharging the sessions and it was clear that she didn't like him. And when his plan was accomplished she would hate him.
Matt, one of Nick's best friends was the one who helped him track down her daughter, Jordan, after that first session. He was good at finding people. Nick didn't know how he did it, but he just did, and after all it didn't really matter to him how.
It had been too easy for Matt to find her Jordan, she went to another school, and it was too easy for him to get her to sleep with him. But Nick didn't just sleep with her. He took photos of her which he had put on the internet the night before. She would be devastated, and her mother would be angry as hell, but this was the last session with her, because he knew she would refuse to see him after this - and Nick could live on in peace without these awful meetings.
It took Nick longer for her to sleep with him. As apparently she was a virgin before him, so it took him seven dates. Usually it only took one to three dates to get them to sleep with him. She really thought that Nick was the one for her and that they were going to get married. But it wasn't the first time a girl had thought that. But at last Nick got what he wanted from her; Sex and nude pictures.
Nick had been looking forward to bring Mrs. Pruitt down. He did it only to have fun, and to prove that no one could mess around with him.
"Nick!" Her annoying voice disturbed him again.
Nick looked into her eyes, and inhaled sharply. "It's so hard to think that I couldn't live through a single day without thinking of having sex." Nick was the best liar, she ate it raw.
"I know," she sounded disgusted but continued with a soft voice. "You are better than that; you have to rise above it."
Nick felt like laughing but he kept his face serious and sincere. "You're a nice woman Mrs. Pruitt, and I would love to photograph your legs sometime. You have flawless legs."
Nick let the bomb drop. The session was almost up, and he knew that Jordan would sooner or later call her mom and tell about the guy who said she had flawless legs. Mrs. Pruitt looked at him in horror. Nick decided to play a little more.
"That was the old me," He said quickly, before he stood up and walked to her desk.
She sat looking after him in her chair that was right in front of the chair he had sat in.
"I'm so proud of you," she said quickly and followed him to the desk, which Nick was already sitting on.
"Is that your daughter?" Nick took up the framed photo of Jordan and pretended that he hadn't seen her before.
"Yes that's my beautiful daughter Jordan."
Nick let his index finger stroke the photo. "See that's the type of girl I should be with." He didn't mean it.
"She is out of your league, no offense." She took the picture out of his hands and placed it on the desk again. It took some restraint to keep Nick from bursting out in laughter. Out of my league? As if.
"Take good care of yourself Nick." She let him to the door.
"Thank you for everything," Nick said while he walked out of the room for the last time.
When it closed after him, Nick sighed in relief, and chuckled to himself. What he really meant was: Thank you for nothing.
The phone rang inside her office and Nick walked slowly to the stairs. He could only imagine what Jordan was telling her mother and he was sure she was crying. Nick reached the stairs when Mrs. Pruitt came screaming out of her office. Nick spun around.
"You're going to pay for this, you little shit!" she yelled after him.
Nick gave her his crooked smile and ran down the stairs. He could hear her following him. He ran into a girl below the stairs. Mrs. Pruitt was still screaming at him while she descended the stairs slowly.
"What's her problem?" the girl asked him.
"I don't know." Nick said and looked down at her legs. "God, you have flawless legs. Can I take you out for dinner?" He gave her his dazzling smile.
The girl giggled and nodded. Nick quickly took her hand and we walked out of the building while the crazy shrink Mrs. Pruitt yelled after him.
After dinner with the girl, whose name apparently was Chloe, she had invited her home. Right after they were finished Nick had left her apartment to go home.
When Nick arrived home, Selena was in the living room, lying on a couch reading a magazine. She wore dark slacks and a lacy black blouse, unbuttoned to expose her cleavage. Her stilettos were tall, and her hair was down in loose curls that cascaded down her shoulders. Sexy.
Selena looked up from the magazine when he entered the room.
"How was your last day with Mrs. Pruitt?" She had her eyes on the magazine again.
"Pointless," Nick sat down beside her, and threw his right arm around her, and moved in and placed his mouth at her ear. "But I won. She was furious."
Selena stood up and looked bored at him. "Congratulations Nicholas. Another game accomplished." She threw the magazine on the coffee table and walked over to the mini bar, and pulled out two glasses and filled them with Martini.
"It appears we have a lot to celebrate." She gave Nick one of the filled glasses.
"Thanks. Are we celebrating more than the fact that I slept with my shrink's daughter and buried her afterwards?" Nick was actually curious to know.
"Yes, we're also celebrating that our parents are going to Paris for two weeks on vacation. That means more alone time and better opportunities to enjoy ourselves. They will leave on Friday."
Nick stood up, placed his glass on the coffee table and walked up behind her and laid his hands on her shoulders. "What do you mean exactly when you say 'enjoy ourselves'?" He whispered in her ear.
"I'm not finished." She shook him off and turned around to look at him.
"What more are we celebrating? I think we may have to throw a party." Nick winked at her.
She groaned at him, and sat down in the chair opposite the sofa. "You know that Justin dumped me over some stupid little girl right?" Selena pouted.
"Yeah, and we're celebrating that you got dumped?" Nick raised his eyebrow at her.
"I'm not done yet. Let me finish, you idiot!" She hissed at him. Nick threw his hands in the air, as if he surrendered.
"I found out who the girl was, and her name is Demi, and luckily she's in our school." She made a disgusted sound over the word 'luckily'. "So I am pretending to be her friend now. She's thrilled of course that I would ever talk to her." Selena rolled her eyes.
"So what's in it for you to play best friends with her?" Nick sat down in the sofa again.
"Keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer." She looked at him.
"If I know you right, there is another reason behind." Nick flashed her, his crooked smile.
"You know me better than anyone else." Selena winked at him and stood up from the chair and sat on top on him. "You'll have to seduce our young Demetria. Make her into a slut, and ruin her reputation. Justin will be devastated." She brushed her lips against his.
"Why Demi, why not ruin Justin's rep?" Nick asked her.
"That could be traced back to me, we can't let that happen. I'm the schools darling, and I intend on keeping it that way." Selena pursed her lips.
"Well then good game. I have my own little game to attend to." Nick pushed her off of him and stood up and walked out of the room.
"What?" She yelled after him. Nick entered his room with Selena just behind him.
Nick turned around to face her. "Well it's not exactly a little game. I think it is going to be my best game ever." He sat down at his desk. Selena crossed her arms, and looked at Nick with an angry expression.
Nick rolled his eyes before picking up a magazine from his jacket and threw it at Selena. "Stop looking at me like that and turn to page 62 and read."
Selena scoffed and opened the magazine and turn to the page and began to read to herself.
Why I Choose to Wait by Miley Ray. Nashville, Tennessee.
Most of my classmates will probably brag to you about who they hooked up with. I won't. Because I'm seventeen years old, and I have never hooked up with anyone. To me, your virginity is the best gift you can give someone. Your husband, preferably, in a romantic resort bedroom overlooking the ocean... Not the backseat of a limo after senior prom. Not in some boy's messy bedroom when you're bored. Being a virgin might not be the coolest thing where at Nashville, but I want to be pure for the man I marry...
"Jesus Christ, is she for real?" Selena gawked.
"Oh she is, she's probably 'daddy little angel'" Nick said, walking behind Selena.
"She has a boyfriend called Liam, but won't sleep with anyone until she gets married." He said, tracing her neck with his fingers.
"Her boyfriend must be gay, or maybe he gets his satisfaction elsewhere." Selena said, moving away from Nick. "Too bad for you, she's in Nashville" She said, looking at her manicured nails.
"But oh contrary, the virgin's father has accepted the Headmasters position at our school. She's staying with my Aunt whilst her parents are moving out." He said, with a smirk on his face.
"Can you imagine what it would do to my reputation, screwing the Headmaster's daughter? She'll be my greatest victory." Nick could see it all before him.
"I don't think you can screw her. This is out of your league." Selena laughed at him.
"You wanna bet?" Nick took a step towards her.
"Alright," Selena face grew a mischievous, evil smile. "I bet you can't her in bed before school starts." She took a step towards Nick so they were stood close up against each other.
"Easy." Nick scoffed.
Selena rolled her eyes, before lifting up the magazine. "Not only would I never give anyone I didn't love my virginity, but I would never dream of doing it while I was still in school. Our teenage hormones do not believe in consequences, be it STD's or pregnancy or emotional heart ache... I would never subject myself to such things for a few moments of pleasure - or, with boys our age, inadequate fumblings beneath the football bleachers... I will never sleep with someone that I do not intend on spending the rest of my life with."
Nick shrugged. "Easy," he repeated. "So what are the terms?" Nick asked.
"If I win, then that hot Ashton Martin Vanquish will be mine." She threw her arms around his neck.
"And if I win?" Nick asked her while he placed his hands on her hips.
"Then I'll give you the one thing you have been obsessive about since we met." She pushed him away and sat on his bed.
"And what would that be?" Nick couldn't help but tease her a little.
"In English...I'll fuck your brains out." Selena said.
"What makes you think I will agree to that?" Nick stepped away from her.
Selena put her hands on the bed and gave him an innocent look."I'm the only one you can't have, and I know that it kills you."
"...No way." Nick said, and walked away.
"You can put it anywhere." Selena said, lying down on the bed. Nick stopped in his tracks. He couldn't help but let his fantasies go wild at what she said. He turned around.
"I'm in," Nick said and walked over and pushed her down on the bed, and he lay down on top of her.
Nick bit her earlobe, and licked her neck gently. Before he whispered in her ear; "I can't wait to have you."
Before she could push him off, Nick jumped off of her, and pointed his finger at the door. "The door is that way."
Selena rose from his bed, and scowled at him.
"I need to attend to my journal," Nick sighed and stepped to his safe which had his journal in it.
"I don't get why you write all that crap in it." She said while she walked to the door.
"I know you want to read it. I know you're desperate to read it." Just like he was desperate to fuck her. Nick laughed at her while she hurried out of his room and slammed the door behind her.
Nick got his journal out from the safe and went to sit behind his desk. It was a big journal and it looked like a book. Nick carefully flipped some of the pages, smiling at the pictures and some of the words. A half year of his life had been written down on those pages. Nick had started to write it when they first moved here one and a half years ago. It wasn't his only journal. He had another one in the safe from the first year, but all the pages were filled out. Nick didn't write every day, but almost. All his accomplishments were written in the pages, and he had pictures of all the girls that he had played.
Nick smiled to himself. Those were private words from his cold heart, and he didn't intend to let anyone read it besides himself, ever.
This was going to be the most exciting and maybe challenging game ever. It was games like this that made Nick feel alive. Nick lived for these games, they were his life.
This was the famous life of Nick Jonas.
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