Plot: Emma Frost and Lex Luthor attend sibling boarding schools. It starts as a simple dare, but will it turn into something else? And what happens when Victoria Hardwick steps in to save her best friend? Featuring appearances of Oliver Queen and Bruce Wayne.

Rating: Probably gonna be R/M. I'm a drama hound.

Disclaimer: I do not own many of these characters, unfortunately. Marvel owns Emma Frost, and DC owns Lex Luthor, Bruce Wayne, Oliver Queen, and Victoria Hardwick.

Comments or Questions: Feel free to leave comments, and if you have any questions, e-mail me.

Chapter One

"That one."

"Too easy."

Four girls were gathered around a recent yearbook, last year's edition of the Pollock Winston's School for Boys Memory Book. Pictures of boys' faces in full color graced each page, each boy with his own page. The photographs were less than flattering in some cases, and manipulated to be flattering in others. One hundred conceited rich boys were selected every year for the entry grade level, and this batch were freshmen. There were four grades, very similar to the structure of most high schools except when comparing educational material. They were taught college level items instead of the public fodder they pushed through the minds of peons.

Doris Hensen's School for Girls was Winston's sister school and alike in everything but gender of both faculty and students. Since there had been problems with female students sleeping with male instructors in recent years, the school was enjoying an all-female staff. That meant that everyone was older and stricter, which was never a good thing. Sure, every once in a while, they let the cockeyed optimist who wanted to change the world slip through, but she was either accused of being a lesbian or thrown out for sexual promiscuity.

The four girls paging through the yearbook were juniors at Hensen's. Sixteen and far from impressionable, they thought they knew everything there was to know about boys, so now it was time to prey on them and play with them. Messing with their minds was a favorite past time of the Stepford Cuckoos, as they were known across the two schools. They were on the highest echelon of the social hierarchy.

The first speaker was one of the two brunettes in the group, of medium height with blazing green eyes. Aspen Acker of the famous London Ackers was a sixteen-year-old who was far past her years, but she still had the personality of a proper London socialite. She operated on such intense emotion that she was considered a drama queen who could go into histrionics at any given moment. Her choice for this dare was Gary Price, a boy with a rich family, but he wasn't born with much sense. He was dumb, and he would fall for Emma far too easily.

Emma Frost was the second speaker, the perpetrator for this particular dare. Her ice blue eyes could melt a man just as easily as they could freeze his heart and shatter it into pieces. Her long hair was pale blonde and straight, reaching past her shoulders in length. Full lips that could tempt a monk were drawn into a lazy smirk as she flipped through the pictures of the popular boys and paused on the lowest of the low. She was sixteen as well, the most popular girl in Hensen's and definitely the most desirable. She had a model's body at 5'11" and 145 pounds, thin but sleekly muscled. She was on the swim team and captain of the softball team, and every girl idolized her, including her friends.

The other brunette was short and thin, not nearly as developed as Emma. Victoria Hardwick's father owned a large corporation among the top of the Fortune 500, much like Emma's father. However, Hardwick operated in Britain while Frost worked in America, so the business tycoons were far from rivals. Vicky was a childhood friend of Emma's and the girls were psychologically attached to the hip. Despite looking younger than she was, she was often defended by the small group of girls, because Emma protected her own and demanded that the others do the same.

The only raven-haired girl in the group was a Japanese student who recently transferred from Tokyo. She was naturally pretty and excluded from every other group, so naturally, Emma included her in this one. She had a soft spot for the loners, though she would never take in one of the dogs that were occasionally let into the school. On the border of being male, these girls did not merit any positive attention from Emma. Ashi "Ash" Rei had quickly grown accustomed to the group and was now as stuck-up as the rest of them were. Or so it seemed to the outside world.

The Cuckoos were lying on their stomachs on soft pillows set on the carpeted floor specifically for this purpose. Because of Emma's redecorating, the carpet was powder blue instead of a sickly hot pink, and the beds were decorated in silvers, light blues, and whites instead of cotton candy and fuchsia. The walls were painted white with silver accents, mostly swirls. There were two vanity tables, each equipped with a large but not pretentious mirror that was framed in a subtle design. The white door was ajar, and the sound of faint chattering permeated the room, but the girls seemed to take no notice. They were completely absorbed in their task of torturing some poor young freshman with Emma's seduction skills.

The girls were all clothed in their standard uniforms, though some looked better in it than others. Horrendous blue and green plaid skirts, white blouses that offered no allure, knee-high socks, and heavy shoes were all mandatory, and the dark blue jacket with Hensen's crest was optional. The doors had to be open because some of the Winston boys were visiting their girlfriends, and no sexual activity was allowed in the rooms. Girls found a way around that, ways hidden in the shadows of corridors or the ever-popular History wing. No one was there outside of classes, and the old matrons never suspected a thing.

To call them matrons was being polite. Most of them were ancient hags with no imagination whatsoever, which meant that the Cuckoos got into trouble quite often. The headmistress, Olive Dench, known among the students as Madam Wench, had a personal vendetta against the group and would've kicked them all out by now had it not been for their generous parents' donations that kept the school running.

Thankfully, it was a Saturday, and none of them had to go to classes until Monday. Most weekends, they would attend class on Saturdays, but this one was a gift. The fall formal was tonight, and they had plans to shake things up a little. The dances were the only events at which they did not have to wear their uniforms, a cause for celebration. Their celebration came in the form of daring Emma to bewitch some poor freshman who didn't have a chance with her.

Vicky and Aspen were giving the most input. Because Ashi was new, she didn't know which were the real losers and which were only pretending. They passed on five more boys before they came to the perfect candidate.

"Alexander fucking Luthor," Aspen said in quiet awe of the choice, while Vicky burst out into a paroxysm of giggles. "I can't believe I didn't think of it before."

Vicky was gasping for breath between words that sounded faintly like "that bald freak" before she started laughing again, nearly rolling on the floor.

Emma hit her with a pillow playfully, smirking at Aspen. "Neither can I. You're usually so good at daring perfection." Vicky's giggle fit seemed to end for a few moments as she regained her breath. "Stop acting like a prat, Vicky. After all, the boy's only human," she said with her signature cheek.

"I'm speculating he's an alien," Aspen admitted smoothly. "After all, who else would look like such a freak?"

Seeing Ashi's interested look and Vicky's lack of breath, Emma saw fit to explain the situation to their new addition. "Alexander Luthor is Lionel Luthor's son. Lionel Luthor runs Luthorcorp."

Ashi's dark, almond-shaped eyes lit up with recognition. "I thought I've heard his name before. They have a division in Tokyo."

"They have divisions all over," Emma continued. "Anyway, word is that Luthor Jr. got caught in the middle of a meteor shower that made him lose his hair at age nine. Freaky, huh?"

"Why didn't he just grow it back?" asked Ashi.

"He couldn't," Vicky interrupted. "Some kind of radiation stopped the hair from growing anymore. It's made him a total social outcast."

"The biggest loser at Winston," Aspen added, curling a brunette lock around her finger.

"Vicky's dad used to make her have play dates with him," Emma teased.

"Emma!" Vicky groaned. "Please. I was like, twelve."

"Did he try to feel you up or something? Play doctor?" Aspen inquired with obvious intentions.

"God, no! He read all these books and shit. He tried to talk to me about some kind of nuclear science or something and from then on, we just ignored each other."

"It figures. He'll probably try to blow up London with a tactical missile," Emma surmised, tracing patterns into the carpet.

"I don't want to talk about it anymore," Vicky complained in a whine. "It's too fucking embarrassing."

"Fine," Emma acquiesced.

After a few seconds of silence, Ashi was the next to speak. "So...is he hairless everywhere?"

"ASH!" Vicky shouted, hitting the Asian girl with a pillow violently.

Emma's smirk was revived as she ignored the pillow fight that ensued, picking up the yearbook and examining the information. Little was unknown about Luthor's public life, but most of his life was private. It gave his full name, Alexander Joseph Luthor, and his age, sixteen. He was old for a freshman, Emma thought. He was only a year younger than she was. His piercing blue-grey eyes were almost intimidating, but those eyes did nothing for a gangly, bald teenager with no friends. It listed his parents, Lionel and Lillian Luthor, though the latter was deceased.

Luthor's quote was one by Friedrich Nietzsche. "'He who has a why can endure any how,'" Emma said out loud before raising her eyes to examine her friends.

"What the hell does that mean?" Aspen questioned as she idly wrote her article for the gossip column of the school's newsletter, the Hensen Harold, in purple ink.

"It figures he'd put something no one can understand," Vicky said while lazily staring at the ceiling.

"I think it's deep," Ashi mumbled thoughtfully.

"I think it's a load of bollocks," Emma sighed, shutting the yearbook and standing. "I'm going to go dig up more information. I'll see you all later." With her trademark mischievous grin, Emma took leave of her friends and journeyed in search of one of the boys who was sure to be visiting his girlfriend.

Going down a few corridors, she leaned in past the door frame of the room that was known to house Oliver Queen's current girlfriend, a brainless blonde bitch named Kelly Richards. Instead of finding the airheaded aesthete herself, she found two of her best friends whose names escaped her at the current moment.

"Where's Kelly?" Emma asked as if she genuinely cared, and the girl to the left answered that Queen had just taken her to the History hall. Fabulous, she thought to herself. After nearly traveling the entire school, she combed the History corridor to find Oliver heatedly making out with what no doubt was a very disheveled Kelly. He had her against the wall, her slim legs wrapped around his muscular waist while her shirt was opened to reveal generous implants her father had bought her last year.

Oliver was making another mark on her neck as he thrust into her, and Emma had no doubt about what was actually happening beneath the cloth of Kelly's skirt, which thankfully obscured the act from view. Kelly's nails were raking through Oliver's short, blonde hair when his emerald hued eyes landed on Emma. Kelly followed his gaze, but she only gave Emma a look of contempt before continuing to moan at Oliver's ministrations.

Emma's eyebrow rose as she felt vaguely voyeuristic. Her arms were crossed over her own naturally generous chest, simply waiting for Oliver's attention.

"Be with you...mm...in a sec, Em," Oliver panted out, his lower body moving faster as he pulled Kelly into a sloppy kiss.

"Take your time," came her sarcastic retort as she turned her cold blue gaze away from the couple.

Emma remembered just how good Queen could be, so she forgave Kelly for the moans that made her sound like a whore. He was her first and last partner. Their relationship had lasted all of last year before they finally broke up over their differences, and Emma hadn't slept with anyone since. The break reminded her that she was still human and could be hurt, but it wasn't entirely his fault. They were just too perfect for each other, and it finally drove them apart.

He had been graceful about it, unlike his relationships as of late. The girl usually ended up in his bed, and the next day, they were cast aside like yesterday's garbage. He had never been that harsh with Emma, and they still remained friends despite the rough break-up.

A long moan from both of them signaled the end of their rendezvous. A shuffling of clothes, the click of a belt being buckled, and they were in proper order. Oliver gave her a proper kiss before smiling at Kelly.

"I need to talk to Emma alone, Kelly. I'll see you tonight, alright?" She nodded reluctantly and kissed him again before exiting. He waited a few seconds and then turned to her, perking an interested brow. "Em, baby. Have you come to beg to have me back?" he joked good-naturedly and tossed a wink in her direction along with a dazzling smile.

"I'm afraid not, Ollie." Her lip curled slightly in unconscious distaste at her nickname. She hated being called that and Ollie knew it, which was why he still called her Em. "I need some information. I've got a target this week, and it's someone you know better than anyone."

His interest was piqued, and his stare was intently focused on her. "Who's the unlucky freshman this time?"

"Alexander Luthor." She gave an amused grin when Ollie broke out into peals of laughter, though his were more short-lived than Vicky's. "I know. Perfect mark, right?"

"Better than perfect," Ollie said with a chuckle. "God, you work your magic, and that freak'll never see it coming."

"Which is why I need information from you. His yearbook info's not nearly enough for me to get him to trust me. I need to know him better." A target demanded research, and she didn't know anything about Luthor past what she heard. Oliver, on the other hand, had classes with him, and knew his behavior and mannerisms. Not only that, but Ollie and his gang teased Luthor to no end.

"Alright. I'll tell you what I know...on one condition." The pause made her suspicious, but he was the only source she had. The kid the little freak used to hang out with had just been killed a month ago. She was told that it was an accident, but most of the students' rumors told her differently.

"What's the condition?" Just what was Ollie up to? She looked into his eyes and took note of how cute his hair looked when it was messy, though it was completely insignificant because she was not interested in renewing her relationship with him. Right? Right.

"Read my mind," he challenged. He was one of the two people that knew about Emma's freakish powers at this school. They were one reason her father had shipped her all the way across an ocean just to attend school.

"Fine," she accepted with a serious look, concentrating only a moment before she was able to read the only thought on the surface of his mind. Kiss me. The smirk curled her lips again. "Oh, Ollie. Trying to get some play while you still can?"

He shrugged and grinned, flashing perfectly straight, white teeth at her. "While I have leverage over you. That doesn't happen often anymore, Em."

She approached him, close enough to feel his breath on her lips. "You know, I could just glean the facts from your mind and knock you unconscious for the rest of the day."

It was his turn to smirk. "But you won't."

Her lips drew closer to his. "No." The word was breathed onto his lips, and directly after, she tugged lightly on the lapels of his jacket to pull him down for a kiss. He was only a few inches taller than her, but it still made somewhat of a difference.

His lips were just as she remembered, soft and rough at the same time, especially as he took control of the kiss. His tongue slipped past her lips, sneaky and forceful, but she didn't fight it. Instead, she encouraged it with a curl of hers. His tongue was hot and liquid in movement, as skillful as ever. Only after he was done exploring every inch of her mouth did he break the kiss, and even then, his face remained only a few centimeters from hers.

Her tongue snaked out the slightest bit to lick the rim of her lips, and the movement did not go unnoticed. She watched his eyes follow the tip of her tongue, and her telepathy informed her very thoroughly of what he was thinking about doing to her. With her, she reminded herself, because Ollie would never force himself on someone. No, he would instead seduce them into thinking that they wanted every minute of it. He was much like Emma in that way. He could convince anyone to do what he wanted, even if it only benefited him.

"Information, Ollie," she reminded him before clucking her tongue at his subsequent thoughts. "Don't go back on your word now."

He gave a small sigh of regret at the thoughts he wouldn't be able to fulfill, but she knew that he was going to tell her either way. He leaned back against the opposite wall and looked around to make sure that they were still the only ones in the corridor before he began.

"Luthor Jr. prefers to be called Lex, though not many people know that. He hates his daddy. His best friend, the one who was killed a month ago? He feels a lot of guilt about it, so don't ask him anything about it. Every time I see him, he's got his nose buried in a book. He's smart, but not smart enough to avoid people like us. He has a big temper, so don't piss him off. He's also naturally suspicious, so don't do anything to tip him off, or else he'll probably pick up on it. The little bastard's intuitive as hell, so you have to be a really good actress. Pretend like you care." Oliver looked deep in thought as he combed his mind for more information.

"So I have to pretend to be his friend?" Emma wrinkled her nose. "For how long?"

Oliver smirked at her predicament. "As long as it takes. What's the dare?"

Her grimace worsened as she thought about what she was doing. "Close to bed. And not in the literal sense, unfortunately."

"And then you rip his heart open." Oliver chuckled. "It's brilliant, really. Whose idea was it?"

"Aspen's, of course. Vicky's too empty-headed to come up with that sort of thing, and Ash is too new." She sighed. "I almost feel sorry for him." The statement was accompanied by a smirk. "He'll be so in love with me he won't see it coming."

"That's my girl." He stalked closer to her, the only way to describe his movement, as if he were a predator seeking its prey. Taking his hands in hers and holding them over her head, he leaned in close and kissed her softly. "If you need a real man, you know where to find me."

"I'm not your girl anymore," she protested, though she didn't refuse him the position of dominance.

"You'll always be my girl." Was that sentimentality she saw in those gem-like depths?

"Well," she started, "your girl has to go get ready for the formal tonight."

He released her wrists, but he remained close to her. "You'll be the hottest girl there, no matter what you wear. And to think, you're going to waste it all on that freak of nature."

"Don't worry, Ollie," she assured him with a smile. "You've had more of me than he ever will. Now that I've stroked your...ego, I'll be going now."

He finally let her go and backed off with a smirk. "See you later."

Emma exited the hallway with renewed confidence. Her mind was teeming with ideas already. Poor fool.

I'm hooked on you
I need a fix
I can't take it
Just one more hit
I promise I can deal with it
I'll handle it, quit it
Just one more time
Then that's it
Just a little bit more to get me through this

-Addicted, Kelly Clarkson