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"Sean Ahlenius, Dusty Broadhead, Kenny Epperson, John Davis, Tyler Evans, Matt Holbrook, Nick Haynes, Tim Jordan, David Huffman, Brandon White, Marc Vaughn, Josh Walsh, Seth Waldrop." Bailey said, leaning back on her pillow.
Summer smirked, "Jesse Yancey, Alex Poppelreuter, Brandon Pugh, Jermy O'Hern, Justin Joiner, Matt Hicks, Chris Hanson, Keith Gordon, Matthew Ellis, Richard Diekman, Craig Delairier."
London thought for a second, "Hmm...okay. Nick Albright, John Bird, Steff Beasley, Wesley Atha, Andrew Glasco, Brandon George, Cliff Andrews, Adam Diebel, Brandon Miller, Brandon Leet."
"Desiree?" Summer asked.
"Joel Aderhold, Dustin Sheppard, Justin Robertson, Timmy Quinn, Curt Pearse, George Pierce, Chad Phillips, Louis McClain, Matt Martin, Paul Homick, and Jon Haertsch."
"Okay, Desiree has eleven, London has ten, Summer has eleven, and I have thirteen." Bailey said, looking around at her friends, "So, last is Rory." she smiled, "Go."
Rory smiled and shook her head, "You guys are stupid."
"We know. It's just for fun, come on," Desiree laid on her stomach in front of Rory, "Tell us Ror, how many guys at Chilton you have wrapped around your finger, if you have fourteen, which we know you do at least, you win."
"I'm not playing this game."
Summer jumped up and down, "Come on! It's fun."
Rory sighed, rolling her eyes, "I don't know, I'm not like you guys, I don't keep count."
"Okay, we'll start you off." London said, "John Daniel."
"Chris Compton."
"Blake Adams."
"Robby Butler."
"David Laguna."
"Danny LaClair."
"Oh my God he's hot." Summer whispered. The other girls nodded in agreement.
"Michael Hudson."
"Brandon Pruitt.
"Chris Stacy." the other four girl all supplied names.
"Now Rory, we know there are more, what are their names?"
"What exactly does it mean to have a guy wrapped around your finger?" she asked.
Bailey thought for a second, "A guy who will do anything you ask without so much as a second thought. Now come on, think! Who?"
Rory sat, "Hmm, I guess...Chris Waye-"
"Definitely."
"Roger Williams, Jason Ruprich, Luke Obloy, Jordan Lester, and..." she trailed off, thinking, "Heath Levert."
"That's fifteen. Rory wins easily." Bailey said, looking down at the slip of paper she'd been making tick marks on.
"You know what we sound like, don't you?" Rory asked, looking at her friends.
"Stereotypical, popular, air-headed, high school cheerleading bitches." London said, smirking.
"Exactly. And that's not us."
Desiree laughed, "We're popular."
"We're in high school." Summer added.
"We're on the varsity cheerleading squad." Bailey said.
"And we're most definitely bitches." Rory said, "But we're NOT stereotypical."
"Hm, that's true." Summer said, thinking.
"Hey, I have an idea." Bailey sat up, exited.
Rory and London looked at each other, open mouthed, "Oh. My. God."
Rory's mock shock was similar, "She thought."
Bailey hit both of them in the head with pillows, knocking them off the bed. The fell to the floor in fits of laughter. "That's not funny she said, although she was smiling. "I really have a good idea."
Rory was laying on the floor on her back and London rested her chin on the foot of the bed, "Shoot."
"Who's the only untouchable guy at Chilton?"
"There isn't one." Summer said, confused.
"Okay, okay, so he's not untouchable, who's the one guy who won't be tied down or let any girl control him?"
Summer, Desiree, and London looked to each other in confusion.
"Tristan." Rory said from her place on the floor. The other three nodded in understanding and looked back to Bailey.
"Exactly, Tristan Dugrey, player extraordinare."
"What about him?" Summer asked.
"He's impossible to control, no one has ever been able to keep him."
"What's your point?"
"Rory." Bailey said simply.
She sat up, "Huh?"
"I think that Rory should get Tristan. Seduce him, get him to trust you until you have him wrapped around you finger, and then break him."
She laughed, "You want me to what?"
"In short, give him a taste of his own medicine. Play him."
"Um, no."
"Yes."
Rory rolled her eyes, "Please, you know how this goes-"
"I think it's a good idea," Summer said, "You remember what he did to me Sophomore year?"
"Yeah. And that was the first and last time any of us, guy or girl, have or ever will fall for another of the elite. We hook up all the time, but we swore we would never get in too deep, remember?"
In the elite group at Chilton, there were five girls: Rory, Summer, Bailey, Desiree, and London. There were six guys: Clay Harris, Matthew Tinsley, Steven Pigeon, Jake Fountain, Austin Payne, and Tristan Dugrey. They used to be one group, always together, but after Tristan and Summer had a huge break up, they'd split. They were still friends, but no where near as close. The guys used to protect the girl with their lives, and they most likely still would, but they were no longer brother figures.
"Yeah, I remember when we made that promise, but I also know that Tristan has always been dying to hook up with you. So here's his chance. Make him fall, then crush him so hard he won't know what hit him."
"I dunno." Rory shook her head.
"Three months. It's November fourteenth today. You have three months to trap him, and then break him at the Valentine's dance."
"Don't you think that's unnecessarily cruel?"
"My intentions are never without a purpose."
"And what's your purpose?"
"It's funny."
"I don't know. I mean, you forget I'm kind of talking to Jason."
"Honey, you already have him. He'll still be there in February."
She sighed, "I mean, three months to seduce him, I can do it, I think. I'm just not sure how well."
"Trust me, you'll get him hook, line, and sinker. He's wanted you for a long time, out of all of us, you're the one who can pull it off."
She looked between her friends for reassurance. Desiree nodded, "I think it would be interesting."
"It'll be funny as hell to see how he reacts." London said, already imagining.
But Rory's only concern was Summer. She'd really liked Tristan and she still wasn't completely over him. "Summer, are you sure you want me to do this?"
"I just want to see him hurt. And as much as I would love to be the one to do it, I know you're the only one who can."
Rory shrugged, "You guys really think I can do it?"
"Of course." Desiree said assuredly.
"Really?"
Bailey smiled, "Rory, seduction is an art, and you are an artist, trust me on this one."
"Sean Ahlenius, Dusty Broadhead, Kenny Epperson, John Davis, Tyler Evans, Matt Holbrook, Nick Haynes, Tim Jordan, David Huffman, Brandon White, Marc Vaughn, Josh Walsh, Seth Waldrop." Bailey said, leaning back on her pillow.
Summer smirked, "Jesse Yancey, Alex Poppelreuter, Brandon Pugh, Jermy O'Hern, Justin Joiner, Matt Hicks, Chris Hanson, Keith Gordon, Matthew Ellis, Richard Diekman, Craig Delairier."
London thought for a second, "Hmm...okay. Nick Albright, John Bird, Steff Beasley, Wesley Atha, Andrew Glasco, Brandon George, Cliff Andrews, Adam Diebel, Brandon Miller, Brandon Leet."
"Desiree?" Summer asked.
"Joel Aderhold, Dustin Sheppard, Justin Robertson, Timmy Quinn, Curt Pearse, George Pierce, Chad Phillips, Louis McClain, Matt Martin, Paul Homick, and Jon Haertsch."
"Okay, Desiree has eleven, London has ten, Summer has eleven, and I have thirteen." Bailey said, looking around at her friends, "So, last is Rory." she smiled, "Go."
Rory smiled and shook her head, "You guys are stupid."
"We know. It's just for fun, come on," Desiree laid on her stomach in front of Rory, "Tell us Ror, how many guys at Chilton you have wrapped around your finger, if you have fourteen, which we know you do at least, you win."
"I'm not playing this game."
Summer jumped up and down, "Come on! It's fun."
Rory sighed, rolling her eyes, "I don't know, I'm not like you guys, I don't keep count."
"Okay, we'll start you off." London said, "John Daniel."
"Chris Compton."
"Blake Adams."
"Robby Butler."
"David Laguna."
"Danny LaClair."
"Oh my God he's hot." Summer whispered. The other girls nodded in agreement.
"Michael Hudson."
"Brandon Pruitt.
"Chris Stacy." the other four girl all supplied names.
"Now Rory, we know there are more, what are their names?"
"What exactly does it mean to have a guy wrapped around your finger?" she asked.
Bailey thought for a second, "A guy who will do anything you ask without so much as a second thought. Now come on, think! Who?"
Rory sat, "Hmm, I guess...Chris Waye-"
"Definitely."
"Roger Williams, Jason Ruprich, Luke Obloy, Jordan Lester, and..." she trailed off, thinking, "Heath Levert."
"That's fifteen. Rory wins easily." Bailey said, looking down at the slip of paper she'd been making tick marks on.
"You know what we sound like, don't you?" Rory asked, looking at her friends.
"Stereotypical, popular, air-headed, high school cheerleading bitches." London said, smirking.
"Exactly. And that's not us."
Desiree laughed, "We're popular."
"We're in high school." Summer added.
"We're on the varsity cheerleading squad." Bailey said.
"And we're most definitely bitches." Rory said, "But we're NOT stereotypical."
"Hm, that's true." Summer said, thinking.
"Hey, I have an idea." Bailey sat up, exited.
Rory and London looked at each other, open mouthed, "Oh. My. God."
Rory's mock shock was similar, "She thought."
Bailey hit both of them in the head with pillows, knocking them off the bed. The fell to the floor in fits of laughter. "That's not funny she said, although she was smiling. "I really have a good idea."
Rory was laying on the floor on her back and London rested her chin on the foot of the bed, "Shoot."
"Who's the only untouchable guy at Chilton?"
"There isn't one." Summer said, confused.
"Okay, okay, so he's not untouchable, who's the one guy who won't be tied down or let any girl control him?"
Summer, Desiree, and London looked to each other in confusion.
"Tristan." Rory said from her place on the floor. The other three nodded in understanding and looked back to Bailey.
"Exactly, Tristan Dugrey, player extraordinare."
"What about him?" Summer asked.
"He's impossible to control, no one has ever been able to keep him."
"What's your point?"
"Rory." Bailey said simply.
She sat up, "Huh?"
"I think that Rory should get Tristan. Seduce him, get him to trust you until you have him wrapped around you finger, and then break him."
She laughed, "You want me to what?"
"In short, give him a taste of his own medicine. Play him."
"Um, no."
"Yes."
Rory rolled her eyes, "Please, you know how this goes-"
"I think it's a good idea," Summer said, "You remember what he did to me Sophomore year?"
"Yeah. And that was the first and last time any of us, guy or girl, have or ever will fall for another of the elite. We hook up all the time, but we swore we would never get in too deep, remember?"
In the elite group at Chilton, there were five girls: Rory, Summer, Bailey, Desiree, and London. There were six guys: Clay Harris, Matthew Tinsley, Steven Pigeon, Jake Fountain, Austin Payne, and Tristan Dugrey. They used to be one group, always together, but after Tristan and Summer had a huge break up, they'd split. They were still friends, but no where near as close. The guys used to protect the girl with their lives, and they most likely still would, but they were no longer brother figures.
"Yeah, I remember when we made that promise, but I also know that Tristan has always been dying to hook up with you. So here's his chance. Make him fall, then crush him so hard he won't know what hit him."
"I dunno." Rory shook her head.
"Three months. It's November fourteenth today. You have three months to trap him, and then break him at the Valentine's dance."
"Don't you think that's unnecessarily cruel?"
"My intentions are never without a purpose."
"And what's your purpose?"
"It's funny."
"I don't know. I mean, you forget I'm kind of talking to Jason."
"Honey, you already have him. He'll still be there in February."
She sighed, "I mean, three months to seduce him, I can do it, I think. I'm just not sure how well."
"Trust me, you'll get him hook, line, and sinker. He's wanted you for a long time, out of all of us, you're the one who can pull it off."
She looked between her friends for reassurance. Desiree nodded, "I think it would be interesting."
"It'll be funny as hell to see how he reacts." London said, already imagining.
But Rory's only concern was Summer. She'd really liked Tristan and she still wasn't completely over him. "Summer, are you sure you want me to do this?"
"I just want to see him hurt. And as much as I would love to be the one to do it, I know you're the only one who can."
Rory shrugged, "You guys really think I can do it?"
"Of course." Desiree said assuredly.
"Really?"
Bailey smiled, "Rory, seduction is an art, and you are an artist, trust me on this one."