Rerun
Previously...
"Yes, may I help you?" the snooty butler said while giving the girls a once over.
"I'm Kathryn Mertueil and this is Annette Hardgrove to see-"
"Oh Annette, Cecile's expecting you. She's in the sitting room. Come on in," the butler ushered them in.
"Hi Trevor, it's good to see you again," Annette replied reservedly.
"You know his name?" Kathryn asked amazed.
"It's common courtesy to know the names of people who live in your house."
Rolling her eyes, Kathryn said, "Yeah I know, but this isn't your house."
"Well Trevor, Cecile, and I sort of grew up together. They used to visit my farm every summer when we were kids."
"But isn't he old. He has to be at least 35. And he's a servant."
"Really, Kathryn! He's only 24. And so what if he's a servant; they're people too. I'll have to tell Trevor that you thought he was 35. He'll think it's a hoot."
She trailed behind Annette and the butler. She was deep in thought about what Annette said. Maybe being friends with a servant was okay. Then again, probably not. Why would she listen to the country hick and her condescending drivel? Oh great, she felt a headache coming on.
"Eeeeeeeeek," squealed a young, pretty girl, who could be none other than Cecile. The two women hugged and talked in whispers, giggling occasionally.
Uh, Kathryn's headache was only worsened by the noise. Perhaps she could escape gracefully and save the social brown-nosing for another time. She wanted to get home anyway to torture her stepbrother. He was most likely writing in his dorky journal about his latest conquest or planning his latest conquest. Either way it would be much more fun to be around him than these giggling schoolgirls.
She cleared her throat.
The girls turned in unison, surprised that she was there. "Who's she?" Cecile said none too politely.
"Cecile! I'm so sorry Kathryn. I am so forgetful. Kathryn, this is Cecile Caldwell. Cecile this is Kathryn Mertueil, the Student Body President of Manchester Prep. She helped me find your house."
Kathryn saw no malice or insincerity, but still she wondered if the slight was because she had been rude to Annette earlier. She didn't really care what the blonde thought. She didn't care what any of her peers thought.
"It's nice to meet you." Cecile held out her hand, waiting. Kathryn shook her hand finally, after making the girl wait an uncomfortable few seconds.
"Same here, it's a pleasure. I hope you feel right at home at Manchester Prep. Both of you." Not missing a beat, she continued, "Well, I'm sorry to run, but I really have to get home for a family dinner. You know…I always say family comes first." She smiled a fake smile and put on her sunglasses.
"Okay, bye. Oh, don't forget the sleepover. We are having one on Friday at my Aunt Shea's, in two days," Annette yelled at the disappearing back of her new friend.
"What are you doing? Why did you invite her to our sleepover?" Cecile flopped on the couch sulkily.
"I like her. And I think she might be of some use to us. She is the student president after all."
Cecile gave her an incredulous look.
"And she is smart, pretty, and popular. Ah! And the best part is that she has a drop dead gorgeous brother."
"And how come you know so much about her?"
"I don't know. I might have done a smidgen of research."
"Oh, you're so evil. Do tell me what you have planned."
Kathryn slammed the front door and tore off her shoes. The heels were killing her. Now, where was that stepbrother of hers? She need a little pick me up. Messing with him always helped her mood.
"Sebastian? Sebastian? Where are you? Sebastian!"
"What the hell are…Are you drunk?" He sat up from his slouched position on the lounger.
"Please, is that the best you can come up with? What have you been doing all night? Were you lonely without me?" She sat at the end of the lounger and started unbuttoning her blouse, revealing the lace red bra underneath.
He closed his eyes. "Just go away. I'm not interested. Isn't that what you have a boyfriend for?"
"What crawled up your ass? Since when have you not been interested?"
"Well, for one thing I don't take scraps. I take it this is a pity make out party. So, did Court finally break up with you?"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
