Dangerous Minds
Chapter Four: Trouble Brewing
"Good morning fellow students of Montgomery Academy, this your morning announcement."
The once noisy atmosphere quickly died down within the magnificent hallways of the castle school as the entire student body absorbed the school news with mild interest to be stored as a gossip topic later.
"First of all, the executive student council would like to announce the great success of the fund-raiser on Friday. With over 10 million dollars raised, thanks to the generous donations of our participants, our school will be once again able to provide all our necessities and see to our comforts within this friendly atmosphere.
There will be a Valentine's Dance next Friday. All students are encouraged to attend in honor of school spirit. The cost is only 150 dollars per person, available for advance orders. Feel free to bring a date."
A buzz of excitement circulated throughout the halls. Topics of who will be there and who will not immediately sailed through every mind. Nobody wanted to miss a dance that was going to be the hot topic of the school for the next week. But at the same time, no one wanted to be seen at a lame dance that nobody hot was attending. And the hot list mainly consisted of the sovereigns of the school, whom everybody knew the identity of. And if it really did turn out to be a must go, the problem of the date part also plagued most of the population.
"Our girls basketball team scored another victory against Gregory Prep Academy. Congratulations go out to all the players. Hope our winning season continues at the boys basketball game tomorrow at Lord Dashwood High School. This has been your morning announcement brought to you by your student relation coordinator, Lance Gordon. Thank you fellow students and have a nice day."
Serena De'Mara smiled with hidden mockery as most of the passing male species either looked at her in hope or desperation. Some didn't even have the guts to hope, as, in Serena's opinion, was completely correct. After all, it was widely known that no pathetic guy, no matter how rich his family is, stood even a chance with the school queen. All except one, or more accurately although not commonly known, two. Darien Shield and Demando Roelestra. The king and his toughest rival yet.
*~*
"What's your take on this Shields?" Malachite questioned with a lopsided grin. "Any new intended conquest for the great player?"
"Had most of the hot women in this dam place and the ones I didn't are already taken by Roelestra. And you know that I don't go for leftovers Norton, no matter whose." Retorted Darien with uninterested superiority. "Besides, I don't go through such a bother just to score with a girl."
"Point taken." Nodded Malachite in agreement. "So what's your plan then? No show?"
"No, I'm showing with De'Mara" Announced Darien with the utmost confidence bordering on arrogance. It was time to let the school know she was his, whether she liked it or not.
"Come on Shields, you know the woman is never going to agree. I swear, if she wasn't so cold to everybody, I'd think she was a lesbian."
"I have ways to make even lesbians turn straight." Assured Darien. "All I need is Roelestra out of the way."
"How do you suggest on pulling that off?" Asked Norton with the cock of a silver eyebrow. "After all, the two live in the same house and now share neutral parents."
"Through distractions." Darien replied with a mischievous smirk as he pulled his Calculus book out of his spacious locker and headed for first period, leaving his supposed best friend to ponder exactly what he meant.
*~*
'This is your big chance Mina' the blonde announced to herself. 'Just go up to Demando Roelestra and ask him. Screw tradition, just ask him!'
But no matter how much she tried, Mina Richards could not convince herself to do the unthinkable, that is, ask a guy out instead of waiting to be asked out. Why? It is not purely tradition that made this move a taboo in her book, but also a fact of self-respect. If she was to degrade herself to the level of being so desperate as asking someone out, then she would just once again show to the whole school that she was officially at the bottom of the social ladder. And if there was anything a former elite couldn't take, it was total humiliation. Although she was broke and friendless, she would not portray herself as desperate also. And that led her back to square one. That is, how to approach Demando Roelestra, the new player on campus challenging the power of Darien Shields.
Within two months, the guy was able to climb from a nobody to second only to the king of the school. How the guy did it, was a mystery to everyone, and she, Mina Richards, was certainly no exception. But the new circulation rumor was that he enlisted the help of his stepsister. Serena De'Mara.
Although Mina was no longer part of the inn-crowd, she always prided herself in knowing everything that was going on amongst the cliques. But that doesn't mean she had to believe any of the rumors going around, and this one was just as ludicrous as ever. Serena De'Mara was not found of charity. No matter how much she supported it in her phony little speeches, the truth had never eluded Mina. Serena De'Mara was too much of a narcissistic little bitch to give a dam about anyone else. Everything she does is for her own gain either one way or another.
Thus the fast gained popularity of Demando Roelestra was still an enigma to Mina. However, that was not her concern. Her concern was to get Roelestra as an ally. After all, the guy must hate De'Mara. He was the only cunning guy, in fact, the only guy, who probably knew De'Mara's true colors. He had to since he's been leaving in the same house as her for the past two months. De'Mara might be clever and manipulative, but certainly not even she could put up high defenses every moment of her life. She had bound to have slipped during Roelestra's stay, and he was smart enough to realize when she did.
He was even better than an inside source in De'Mara's little club. And Mina Richards was not going to let such an opportunity to utterly destroy Serena De'Mara pass by her. And thus in the moment of desperation, a plan formulated.
Demando Roelestra, like any straight male in the world, submitted to the ruling of his dick. And that means, he could not resist a seduction.
*~*
Humans were created by nature to be wild and ruthless. They started off as barbarians eliminating all those within their path, including their own kin, in their quest to satisfy their internal void for power. As time progressed, soon a more civilized fashion of conquer began to manifest and a moral conscience began to form within their minds. Soon the human moral began to tame the once wild beast, drawing a distinguished line between right and wrong. No longer did they seek power despite the cost, now they sought power if only it was compatible to their mind. The old ruthless ways were forgotten as humans developed their many ideologies on power and the way to obtain it. To say that with the development of a moral conscience, the humans began to gradually soften and turn into the law abiding citizens they are today would be completely true.
However, generations of moral imprint have not effected all humans. There were still many out there who followed the old barbaric ways of their ancestors, although in a more modernly adapted method. These were the people that obtained the positions of power without the pathetic presence of a conscience to tame them.
And Serena De'Mara knew that she was one of these people.
No matter how complicated or simple a plan may be, she has never forgotten its initial purpose. To obtain power. She has not, like many of her fellow peers, fell under the influence of society's guide to justice. What is justice but really a set of rules that benefit the powerful? There are no laws, only a set of ideologies set by a certain group of people holding the reigns of power. And Serena intended to share this privilege, no matter the cost.
And it is for this reason that she currently attended her monthly volunteer duty at the orphanage. Being the student body president, it was up to her to set an "example" for the students, and thus it was a mandatory commitment. Contrary to what others believe, there is no moral satisfaction involved, only conquest for power cleverly disguised.
"Sere, can you do this?" Asked an eager scrawny little boy as he licked his nose with his gruesomely long tongue.
Serena smiled impressively in response. "No I can't Ricky. Wow! Neat trick!" With the admiration of the beautiful girl he had hoped to gain, the little 7-year-old boy skipped away in happiness, but not before tightly hugging Serena in farewell.
'God, this is why I'm NEVER having children' thought Serena with sheer disgust as she went to serve lunch to the hungry orphans. 'Yes, just an hour more till I can get out of this depressing shit whole.'
With grace and care, Serena ventured forward to the front of the rapidly growing line to pour never ending disgusting water soup in severely chipped bowls. As always, no hint of nuisance appeared on her perfectly symmetrical face, leaving all ignorant to her real thoughts.
Upon a full hour of what suspiciously felt like waitressing to Serena, she at last waved goodbye to the orphanage and headed out to the vast open road on her yellow Porsche. The racing wind combed through her golden mass of long hair as she added even more velocity to her already high speeding car. There was nothing more she loved than the dangerous excitement she felt when the trees and buildings passed her by in a blur of color. Nothing more she loved than watching all those people glancing at her with envy as she sped ahead towards success.
Suddenly, Serena became aware of a blazing red Ferrari behind her. Not only was the vehicle keeping up with her speed, it was also unnecessarily close to her bumper.
"Why does that car look so familiar.." Serena muttered in curiosity as she tried to study the driver on her rearview mirror. Silver hair, black shades, a cocky sneer, and stylish yet casual clothes. "That must be Demando." Her dear new stepbrother that she had rather grown found of.
Upon the fast approaching red lights, Serena slowed down her car by a considerable amount of speed and waited for her dear stepbrother to catch up. As she stopped in front of the flowing traffic, the Ferrari pulled up beside her on the other lane as its passenger continued to smirk with amusement.
"So has my dear sister come from her monthly act of kindness?" Demando asked in a taunting tone.
"Well, dear brother, as alien as it may sound to you, the rest of us actually have future goals that doesn't involve fucking airheaded supermodels." Replied Serena with indifference. "And helping the less fortunate is a way to accomplish these goals and make myself a better person."
"Oh cut the crap princess." Demando sighed. "We both know you're doing this to aggrandize yourself Serena." He knew she was a manipulative little bitch and she knew that he knew. Thus an odd sort of alliance was formed between the two, although trust came nowhere within the equation. It was sort of like an uneasy truce.
"If you want to be illustrious, you have to make sacrifices." Stated Serena.
"Well, sister dear, if we ever need a demagogue leader, you will be the first one I'd think to elect." Mocked Demando, that highly irritation grin still on his face.
"How kind of you." Muttered Serena with deep sarcasm as she turned her attention to the flowing traffic to ignore his retorts.
"We're you headed sis?"
"Home."
"Care for a race?" Challenged Demando.
"I'd feel bad if you lose dear brother." Taunted Serena with confidence.
"It'd take my chances"
"Very well then. I don't compete without incentives. So what is it that you offer Demando?"
"Why, my bed at your full disposal." Replied Demando as if it was the most desirable thing in the world.
"As delicious as that sounds, I would much prefer something more...useful." Serena suggested. "Something like a future favor."
"And what its is that you would offer in return sister dear?"
"What do you desire?" Tempted Serena with a seductive grin.
"My previous offer didn't sound that bad." Pondered Demando in deliberate taunting. "Or you could come with me to the dance."
"The Valentine's Dance?" Serena shouted with incredibility.
"I believe that is the only dance at our half ass school."
"Out of the question Roelestra!" Yelled Serena with defiance. "NO FUKCING WAY! We're supposed to be brothers and sisters for god's sake and you want- "
"Step" interrupted Demando. "We are in no way related by blood, thank god."
"That's beside the point."
"Then what is the point Serena?" Asked Demando with annoyance. "That you're precious little rep will be ruined? Come on sister dear, stop being so vain. I know that being the little miss student body president, you have to go in order to support school spirit. Now, wouldn't it be humiliating to show up alone to the Valentine Dance? Or are you simply counting on that moron Shields to take you?"
"It would be an option.." Muttered Serena with a glare.
"So you think you're going to lose this race then?" Questioned Demando with his trademark smirk back.
"You wish Roelestra."
"Then why the hell are you so scarred of the losing consequences?"
"Because, although it has a very small chance of happening, it can still happen nonetheless."
"Well, too late to contemplate De'Mara" Informed Demando as the lights to the crossing traffic turned yellow and the last few cars zoomed by. "It's now or never!" Yelling these last two words in warning, the blazing Ferrari sped through the open road ahead just as the lights turned green.
Hesitation overtook the glamorous blond as she contemplated her chances of loosing. A sudden feeling of low confidence overtook her senses, instantly igniting her powerful pride.
"Oh fuck it!" Serena muttered in resignation, as she jammed her Gucci heels on the gas pedal and let the wind overtake her senses.
*~*
"FUCK!" Yelled Demando at the top of his lungs as another red light blocked his path while he was only a few blocks away from the finish line. He was aware of the bright yellow Porsche gaining on him from behind. Although it thrilled him that Serena had taken the challenge, it was no use to him if he lost in the end. More humiliating in fact. But Demando was not the kind of man to panic in tough situations. He allowed himself some room to think.
'Even if she catches up, she'll still have to stop in front of the lights.' Demando assured himself. But his regained confidence suddenly dwindled as he saw the Porsche behind him pull into a residential street.
"What the hell is she up to?" Demando wondered out loud. That way led nowhere near to their estate.
'A short cut?' contemplated Demando, but all worry suddenly left him as the lights turned green again. There's no way in hell she's going to make it before him. He could see the top of the Roelestra Estate from here. And it wasn't far. Not far at all.
*~*
Demando pulled up to the large driveway of the Roelestra Estate with the utmost confidence. He was ready to collect his prize. However, with the sight of the yellow Porsche sitting right in front of the main doors with his desired prize leaning on it, all hope within Demando crumpled into dust.
"Nice to see you back brother darling." Taunted Serena with the most arrogant smirk. "I've been waiting for a while now."
"How the hell did you get here so fast!" Demanded Demando, seething with fury. He never lost a challenge. NEVER. "Why, Demando, did I wound your pride?"
"How." He warned for an answer.
"I guess it helps when you've been living in this city for half your life." Replied Serena with a casual shrug. "You didn't really expect to beat me on my own turf did you?"
Demando glared, his fury slowly residing.
"Well, I'd love to stay and chat, but unlike you, some of us actually have places of importance to go to." Declared Serena as she began to walk towards the double oak doors. "See you later dear brother. I'll hope that you keep your word about the favor."
Demando nodded with a smile, his former arrogance regained. This may be the first time he lost in about 5 years, but it did not eat at his pride. In fact, with her enticing victory, Serena captured the desire of the silver haired god even more.
And Demando loved a tougher challenge all the more. She may have won a battle, but he will win the war. And that's all that matters.
*~*
"So what's the plan regarding the Valentine's Dance Sere?" Asked Ray as she took a casual bite out of her perfectly organic apple. Ray didn't give a crap about the so-called "organic health". She just liked the price that was tagged on to these fruits. Perfectly expensive.
The De'Mara inner circle was currently eating one of their rare lunches in the school cafeteria. Gazes of envy, admiration, and even lust were directed at the highly elevated table from all corners of the room. Yet, this in no way bothered the five as they continued to casually eat their perfect lunches prepared by their highly professional cooks.
"We're going." Stated Serena with a wave of her hand. The other four nodded in acceptance, not the least bit in objection as to her decision. That was the way it has always been, she made the decision and they followed it. Thus everything was right in the world, with them on top of it.
"Who's taking you?" Asked Lita with a raised eyebrow. "I hope it's not Roelestra. It may not look so good if you two showed up together."
"Don't worry, I've got him under control." Ensured Serena with a mysterious grin. "He's on a leash."
"Roelestra's is smarter than your average rich boy." Warned Trista as she turned another page of her thick book. "Don't take him lightly Serena."
"Worry less about me and more about your upcoming debate with Elksworn." Cautioned Serena with her piercing cold gaze planted on the academic genius. No one challenged her judgment and authority. "It would be a shame if we lost our winning streak."
Trista nodded her head in acceptance of the one in higher authority. If there was one thing she has come to learn of Serena over the past few years of hanging around her, is that she did not like to share power.
"So who are you going with then Sere?" Michelle asked quickly as to break the uncomfortable silence.
"I've decided to give every guy a chance." She declared before taking a mouthful of her Caesar salad.
"Oh?" Michelle looked on in puzzlement. "Do explain how that works."
"Well, I have decided to give every guy that asks me a chance. I will accept the offer from the guy who shows the most self-confidence and technique of presentation."
"Intense." Commented Lita with a whistle. "So what's the occasion for the sudden act of generosity?"
"Nothing. Just testing my waters and broadening my horizons." Serena answered in her usual ambiguous manner.
"Very well then, here comes your first candidate." Stated Ray with a nod towards Darien Shield's fast approaching figure. Serena smiled. So the games have begun already.
"Good afternoon ladies." Greeted the king smoothly in his seductive tone. Nods were given around the table. He may have been extremely hot and desirable, but none of the four dared to make a move on something Serena may have wanted. It was an unwritten rule none dared to break.
"Good afternoon Darien, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Greeted Serena in response with a pleasant smile she has been accustomed to wearing.
"The pleasure is all mine Serena." Answered Darien as he gently took hold of her well-manicured hands and lightly pressed his lips to it. A broader smile graced Serena's lips at his act of romance. Suddenly, out of nowhere, he produced a blood red rose from his back. "A rose for the fair lady."
Serena accepted the gift with a courteous nod. She could feel the dangerous enigma emitting from the thorns as she delicately held the stem with her slender forefingers.
"I have come to ask if I may have the added pleasure and honor of escorting you to the Valentine's Dance. Not a single male on earth can match up to your perfection, but I would rather see your lovely complexion wasted on me than some other fortunate fool."
Serena raised a golden eyebrow in amusement. "Very well, will you allow me a 3 day grace to decide upon your offer?"
"But of course my lady." Bowed Darien with a grin. In translation, her answer was a maybe, and in his previous and only experience, her maybe was a yes cleverly disguised to test his limits.
"Thank you then Darien." Dismissed Serena as she watched the king of the school flash her with one of his killer smiles one last time before walking towards the exit of the cafeteria to be instantly joined by his loyal subjects. But before his complete departure from the room, he glanced back at the illustrious blond one last time, as if to mark her as his own.
"Well Serena," spoke Ray, breaking the silence after Darien's departure. "You're not going to have a better presentation than that."
"Point taken." Agreed Serena. Without Demando as a candidate, she definitely wasn't going to have a better presentation that that.
*~*
Demando could feel various glares of hatred and lust directed at him from most of the female population. And did nothing to discomfort him in any way as he continued he's confident stroll down the magnificent hall of the academy.
"So how's the ongoing battle with Shields?" Asked a voice that has become all too familiar to Demando during the past two months. Andrew was back from suspension.
"Well my friend, not much has happened during the past three days of your absence." Replied Demando with a smirk.
"Other than you fucking another twenty hot chics?" The dirty blond added. "They would've suspended me longer, but their school fee counts by the day."
"You know Baldwin, perhaps if you grew smarter about your shipments, you wouldn't be caught this often."
"Oh, does the great lord have a suggestion for this little hardworking peasant?" Mocked Andrew. "Pray do tell."
"Well, for starters, dissociate yourself with your current pathetic partners and let me introduce you to some REAL drug lords with money. Then we'll see how far you get in this business without busting your ass in jail every week."
"Oh?" Inquired Andrew skeptically. "You, the lord of narcissism, is willing to go out of your own way to help a poor fellow like me? What's the catch?"
"Nothing. Your pathetic life has stopped amusing me so I have decided to help you change it." Replied Demando.
"And...?" Andrew pressed.
"And you could provide me with a generous size of your product for me to test the quality."
"Ah, so there is a catch." Andrew smiled. "So you want free access to my product whenever you want in exchange for introducing me to some drug lords with fat wallets?"
"Pretty much." Confirmed Demando.
"Well then buddy, when do we start?"
"Very well, shall we say tonight at 9 you'll meet me at my house?"
"You mean your freaking huge and expensive estate?" Clarified Andrew. Even by the aristocratic class standards, the Roelestra Estate was incredulously impressive.
"If you say so." Demando shrugged as he eyed the firm ass off a red headed cheerleader making out with one of her many boyfriends. He was sure he fucked her before, but he just couldn't recall exactly when. All those girls' faces become a blur to him after a while, which is about an hour.
But one face will forever stand clear in his thoughts. The perfect face of Serena De'Mara. His dear stepsister he's lusted over since day one.
"So how do you know these drug lords anyway?" Asked Andrew, interrupting his contemplation on women, or one in particular.
"Long story." Dismissed Demando, before turning a corner opposite to Andrew's destination. "See you after school man."
"Alright, see you then and don't forget our deal Roelestra!" Called Andrew to his back. The young silver god answered with a wave of his hand as he continued down the hallway. But before reaching one of the many double oak doors leading to his chemistry classroom, a slim blond abruptly bumped into him.
Demando eyed the blond with interest. If not of her lack of enigmatic charisma and air of confident superiority, she could be considered quite alike in physical appearance to Serena De'Mara. Both blond with crystal blue eyes. Both matching in size and extremely hot.
'Perhaps I have just found my subsitude for De'Mara' contemplated Demando as the blond looked up at him with a seductive grin. Immediately he extended his hand for an introduction.
"Hey there beautiful, I'm Demando." She accepted his hand with a gracious shake of her own delicate ones.
"Hi, I'm Mina."
*~*
AN: Sorry for such a long update. With the start of school, I have not been able to spare much time for my stories. But since Christmas break has begun, I have made it my sole duty to update all of my stories. Hope you enjoyed the chapter and stay tuned for my next one.
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Chapter Four: Trouble Brewing
"Good morning fellow students of Montgomery Academy, this your morning announcement."
The once noisy atmosphere quickly died down within the magnificent hallways of the castle school as the entire student body absorbed the school news with mild interest to be stored as a gossip topic later.
"First of all, the executive student council would like to announce the great success of the fund-raiser on Friday. With over 10 million dollars raised, thanks to the generous donations of our participants, our school will be once again able to provide all our necessities and see to our comforts within this friendly atmosphere.
There will be a Valentine's Dance next Friday. All students are encouraged to attend in honor of school spirit. The cost is only 150 dollars per person, available for advance orders. Feel free to bring a date."
A buzz of excitement circulated throughout the halls. Topics of who will be there and who will not immediately sailed through every mind. Nobody wanted to miss a dance that was going to be the hot topic of the school for the next week. But at the same time, no one wanted to be seen at a lame dance that nobody hot was attending. And the hot list mainly consisted of the sovereigns of the school, whom everybody knew the identity of. And if it really did turn out to be a must go, the problem of the date part also plagued most of the population.
"Our girls basketball team scored another victory against Gregory Prep Academy. Congratulations go out to all the players. Hope our winning season continues at the boys basketball game tomorrow at Lord Dashwood High School. This has been your morning announcement brought to you by your student relation coordinator, Lance Gordon. Thank you fellow students and have a nice day."
Serena De'Mara smiled with hidden mockery as most of the passing male species either looked at her in hope or desperation. Some didn't even have the guts to hope, as, in Serena's opinion, was completely correct. After all, it was widely known that no pathetic guy, no matter how rich his family is, stood even a chance with the school queen. All except one, or more accurately although not commonly known, two. Darien Shield and Demando Roelestra. The king and his toughest rival yet.
*~*
"What's your take on this Shields?" Malachite questioned with a lopsided grin. "Any new intended conquest for the great player?"
"Had most of the hot women in this dam place and the ones I didn't are already taken by Roelestra. And you know that I don't go for leftovers Norton, no matter whose." Retorted Darien with uninterested superiority. "Besides, I don't go through such a bother just to score with a girl."
"Point taken." Nodded Malachite in agreement. "So what's your plan then? No show?"
"No, I'm showing with De'Mara" Announced Darien with the utmost confidence bordering on arrogance. It was time to let the school know she was his, whether she liked it or not.
"Come on Shields, you know the woman is never going to agree. I swear, if she wasn't so cold to everybody, I'd think she was a lesbian."
"I have ways to make even lesbians turn straight." Assured Darien. "All I need is Roelestra out of the way."
"How do you suggest on pulling that off?" Asked Norton with the cock of a silver eyebrow. "After all, the two live in the same house and now share neutral parents."
"Through distractions." Darien replied with a mischievous smirk as he pulled his Calculus book out of his spacious locker and headed for first period, leaving his supposed best friend to ponder exactly what he meant.
*~*
'This is your big chance Mina' the blonde announced to herself. 'Just go up to Demando Roelestra and ask him. Screw tradition, just ask him!'
But no matter how much she tried, Mina Richards could not convince herself to do the unthinkable, that is, ask a guy out instead of waiting to be asked out. Why? It is not purely tradition that made this move a taboo in her book, but also a fact of self-respect. If she was to degrade herself to the level of being so desperate as asking someone out, then she would just once again show to the whole school that she was officially at the bottom of the social ladder. And if there was anything a former elite couldn't take, it was total humiliation. Although she was broke and friendless, she would not portray herself as desperate also. And that led her back to square one. That is, how to approach Demando Roelestra, the new player on campus challenging the power of Darien Shields.
Within two months, the guy was able to climb from a nobody to second only to the king of the school. How the guy did it, was a mystery to everyone, and she, Mina Richards, was certainly no exception. But the new circulation rumor was that he enlisted the help of his stepsister. Serena De'Mara.
Although Mina was no longer part of the inn-crowd, she always prided herself in knowing everything that was going on amongst the cliques. But that doesn't mean she had to believe any of the rumors going around, and this one was just as ludicrous as ever. Serena De'Mara was not found of charity. No matter how much she supported it in her phony little speeches, the truth had never eluded Mina. Serena De'Mara was too much of a narcissistic little bitch to give a dam about anyone else. Everything she does is for her own gain either one way or another.
Thus the fast gained popularity of Demando Roelestra was still an enigma to Mina. However, that was not her concern. Her concern was to get Roelestra as an ally. After all, the guy must hate De'Mara. He was the only cunning guy, in fact, the only guy, who probably knew De'Mara's true colors. He had to since he's been leaving in the same house as her for the past two months. De'Mara might be clever and manipulative, but certainly not even she could put up high defenses every moment of her life. She had bound to have slipped during Roelestra's stay, and he was smart enough to realize when she did.
He was even better than an inside source in De'Mara's little club. And Mina Richards was not going to let such an opportunity to utterly destroy Serena De'Mara pass by her. And thus in the moment of desperation, a plan formulated.
Demando Roelestra, like any straight male in the world, submitted to the ruling of his dick. And that means, he could not resist a seduction.
*~*
Humans were created by nature to be wild and ruthless. They started off as barbarians eliminating all those within their path, including their own kin, in their quest to satisfy their internal void for power. As time progressed, soon a more civilized fashion of conquer began to manifest and a moral conscience began to form within their minds. Soon the human moral began to tame the once wild beast, drawing a distinguished line between right and wrong. No longer did they seek power despite the cost, now they sought power if only it was compatible to their mind. The old ruthless ways were forgotten as humans developed their many ideologies on power and the way to obtain it. To say that with the development of a moral conscience, the humans began to gradually soften and turn into the law abiding citizens they are today would be completely true.
However, generations of moral imprint have not effected all humans. There were still many out there who followed the old barbaric ways of their ancestors, although in a more modernly adapted method. These were the people that obtained the positions of power without the pathetic presence of a conscience to tame them.
And Serena De'Mara knew that she was one of these people.
No matter how complicated or simple a plan may be, she has never forgotten its initial purpose. To obtain power. She has not, like many of her fellow peers, fell under the influence of society's guide to justice. What is justice but really a set of rules that benefit the powerful? There are no laws, only a set of ideologies set by a certain group of people holding the reigns of power. And Serena intended to share this privilege, no matter the cost.
And it is for this reason that she currently attended her monthly volunteer duty at the orphanage. Being the student body president, it was up to her to set an "example" for the students, and thus it was a mandatory commitment. Contrary to what others believe, there is no moral satisfaction involved, only conquest for power cleverly disguised.
"Sere, can you do this?" Asked an eager scrawny little boy as he licked his nose with his gruesomely long tongue.
Serena smiled impressively in response. "No I can't Ricky. Wow! Neat trick!" With the admiration of the beautiful girl he had hoped to gain, the little 7-year-old boy skipped away in happiness, but not before tightly hugging Serena in farewell.
'God, this is why I'm NEVER having children' thought Serena with sheer disgust as she went to serve lunch to the hungry orphans. 'Yes, just an hour more till I can get out of this depressing shit whole.'
With grace and care, Serena ventured forward to the front of the rapidly growing line to pour never ending disgusting water soup in severely chipped bowls. As always, no hint of nuisance appeared on her perfectly symmetrical face, leaving all ignorant to her real thoughts.
Upon a full hour of what suspiciously felt like waitressing to Serena, she at last waved goodbye to the orphanage and headed out to the vast open road on her yellow Porsche. The racing wind combed through her golden mass of long hair as she added even more velocity to her already high speeding car. There was nothing more she loved than the dangerous excitement she felt when the trees and buildings passed her by in a blur of color. Nothing more she loved than watching all those people glancing at her with envy as she sped ahead towards success.
Suddenly, Serena became aware of a blazing red Ferrari behind her. Not only was the vehicle keeping up with her speed, it was also unnecessarily close to her bumper.
"Why does that car look so familiar.." Serena muttered in curiosity as she tried to study the driver on her rearview mirror. Silver hair, black shades, a cocky sneer, and stylish yet casual clothes. "That must be Demando." Her dear new stepbrother that she had rather grown found of.
Upon the fast approaching red lights, Serena slowed down her car by a considerable amount of speed and waited for her dear stepbrother to catch up. As she stopped in front of the flowing traffic, the Ferrari pulled up beside her on the other lane as its passenger continued to smirk with amusement.
"So has my dear sister come from her monthly act of kindness?" Demando asked in a taunting tone.
"Well, dear brother, as alien as it may sound to you, the rest of us actually have future goals that doesn't involve fucking airheaded supermodels." Replied Serena with indifference. "And helping the less fortunate is a way to accomplish these goals and make myself a better person."
"Oh cut the crap princess." Demando sighed. "We both know you're doing this to aggrandize yourself Serena." He knew she was a manipulative little bitch and she knew that he knew. Thus an odd sort of alliance was formed between the two, although trust came nowhere within the equation. It was sort of like an uneasy truce.
"If you want to be illustrious, you have to make sacrifices." Stated Serena.
"Well, sister dear, if we ever need a demagogue leader, you will be the first one I'd think to elect." Mocked Demando, that highly irritation grin still on his face.
"How kind of you." Muttered Serena with deep sarcasm as she turned her attention to the flowing traffic to ignore his retorts.
"We're you headed sis?"
"Home."
"Care for a race?" Challenged Demando.
"I'd feel bad if you lose dear brother." Taunted Serena with confidence.
"It'd take my chances"
"Very well then. I don't compete without incentives. So what is it that you offer Demando?"
"Why, my bed at your full disposal." Replied Demando as if it was the most desirable thing in the world.
"As delicious as that sounds, I would much prefer something more...useful." Serena suggested. "Something like a future favor."
"And what its is that you would offer in return sister dear?"
"What do you desire?" Tempted Serena with a seductive grin.
"My previous offer didn't sound that bad." Pondered Demando in deliberate taunting. "Or you could come with me to the dance."
"The Valentine's Dance?" Serena shouted with incredibility.
"I believe that is the only dance at our half ass school."
"Out of the question Roelestra!" Yelled Serena with defiance. "NO FUKCING WAY! We're supposed to be brothers and sisters for god's sake and you want- "
"Step" interrupted Demando. "We are in no way related by blood, thank god."
"That's beside the point."
"Then what is the point Serena?" Asked Demando with annoyance. "That you're precious little rep will be ruined? Come on sister dear, stop being so vain. I know that being the little miss student body president, you have to go in order to support school spirit. Now, wouldn't it be humiliating to show up alone to the Valentine Dance? Or are you simply counting on that moron Shields to take you?"
"It would be an option.." Muttered Serena with a glare.
"So you think you're going to lose this race then?" Questioned Demando with his trademark smirk back.
"You wish Roelestra."
"Then why the hell are you so scarred of the losing consequences?"
"Because, although it has a very small chance of happening, it can still happen nonetheless."
"Well, too late to contemplate De'Mara" Informed Demando as the lights to the crossing traffic turned yellow and the last few cars zoomed by. "It's now or never!" Yelling these last two words in warning, the blazing Ferrari sped through the open road ahead just as the lights turned green.
Hesitation overtook the glamorous blond as she contemplated her chances of loosing. A sudden feeling of low confidence overtook her senses, instantly igniting her powerful pride.
"Oh fuck it!" Serena muttered in resignation, as she jammed her Gucci heels on the gas pedal and let the wind overtake her senses.
*~*
"FUCK!" Yelled Demando at the top of his lungs as another red light blocked his path while he was only a few blocks away from the finish line. He was aware of the bright yellow Porsche gaining on him from behind. Although it thrilled him that Serena had taken the challenge, it was no use to him if he lost in the end. More humiliating in fact. But Demando was not the kind of man to panic in tough situations. He allowed himself some room to think.
'Even if she catches up, she'll still have to stop in front of the lights.' Demando assured himself. But his regained confidence suddenly dwindled as he saw the Porsche behind him pull into a residential street.
"What the hell is she up to?" Demando wondered out loud. That way led nowhere near to their estate.
'A short cut?' contemplated Demando, but all worry suddenly left him as the lights turned green again. There's no way in hell she's going to make it before him. He could see the top of the Roelestra Estate from here. And it wasn't far. Not far at all.
*~*
Demando pulled up to the large driveway of the Roelestra Estate with the utmost confidence. He was ready to collect his prize. However, with the sight of the yellow Porsche sitting right in front of the main doors with his desired prize leaning on it, all hope within Demando crumpled into dust.
"Nice to see you back brother darling." Taunted Serena with the most arrogant smirk. "I've been waiting for a while now."
"How the hell did you get here so fast!" Demanded Demando, seething with fury. He never lost a challenge. NEVER. "Why, Demando, did I wound your pride?"
"How." He warned for an answer.
"I guess it helps when you've been living in this city for half your life." Replied Serena with a casual shrug. "You didn't really expect to beat me on my own turf did you?"
Demando glared, his fury slowly residing.
"Well, I'd love to stay and chat, but unlike you, some of us actually have places of importance to go to." Declared Serena as she began to walk towards the double oak doors. "See you later dear brother. I'll hope that you keep your word about the favor."
Demando nodded with a smile, his former arrogance regained. This may be the first time he lost in about 5 years, but it did not eat at his pride. In fact, with her enticing victory, Serena captured the desire of the silver haired god even more.
And Demando loved a tougher challenge all the more. She may have won a battle, but he will win the war. And that's all that matters.
*~*
"So what's the plan regarding the Valentine's Dance Sere?" Asked Ray as she took a casual bite out of her perfectly organic apple. Ray didn't give a crap about the so-called "organic health". She just liked the price that was tagged on to these fruits. Perfectly expensive.
The De'Mara inner circle was currently eating one of their rare lunches in the school cafeteria. Gazes of envy, admiration, and even lust were directed at the highly elevated table from all corners of the room. Yet, this in no way bothered the five as they continued to casually eat their perfect lunches prepared by their highly professional cooks.
"We're going." Stated Serena with a wave of her hand. The other four nodded in acceptance, not the least bit in objection as to her decision. That was the way it has always been, she made the decision and they followed it. Thus everything was right in the world, with them on top of it.
"Who's taking you?" Asked Lita with a raised eyebrow. "I hope it's not Roelestra. It may not look so good if you two showed up together."
"Don't worry, I've got him under control." Ensured Serena with a mysterious grin. "He's on a leash."
"Roelestra's is smarter than your average rich boy." Warned Trista as she turned another page of her thick book. "Don't take him lightly Serena."
"Worry less about me and more about your upcoming debate with Elksworn." Cautioned Serena with her piercing cold gaze planted on the academic genius. No one challenged her judgment and authority. "It would be a shame if we lost our winning streak."
Trista nodded her head in acceptance of the one in higher authority. If there was one thing she has come to learn of Serena over the past few years of hanging around her, is that she did not like to share power.
"So who are you going with then Sere?" Michelle asked quickly as to break the uncomfortable silence.
"I've decided to give every guy a chance." She declared before taking a mouthful of her Caesar salad.
"Oh?" Michelle looked on in puzzlement. "Do explain how that works."
"Well, I have decided to give every guy that asks me a chance. I will accept the offer from the guy who shows the most self-confidence and technique of presentation."
"Intense." Commented Lita with a whistle. "So what's the occasion for the sudden act of generosity?"
"Nothing. Just testing my waters and broadening my horizons." Serena answered in her usual ambiguous manner.
"Very well then, here comes your first candidate." Stated Ray with a nod towards Darien Shield's fast approaching figure. Serena smiled. So the games have begun already.
"Good afternoon ladies." Greeted the king smoothly in his seductive tone. Nods were given around the table. He may have been extremely hot and desirable, but none of the four dared to make a move on something Serena may have wanted. It was an unwritten rule none dared to break.
"Good afternoon Darien, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Greeted Serena in response with a pleasant smile she has been accustomed to wearing.
"The pleasure is all mine Serena." Answered Darien as he gently took hold of her well-manicured hands and lightly pressed his lips to it. A broader smile graced Serena's lips at his act of romance. Suddenly, out of nowhere, he produced a blood red rose from his back. "A rose for the fair lady."
Serena accepted the gift with a courteous nod. She could feel the dangerous enigma emitting from the thorns as she delicately held the stem with her slender forefingers.
"I have come to ask if I may have the added pleasure and honor of escorting you to the Valentine's Dance. Not a single male on earth can match up to your perfection, but I would rather see your lovely complexion wasted on me than some other fortunate fool."
Serena raised a golden eyebrow in amusement. "Very well, will you allow me a 3 day grace to decide upon your offer?"
"But of course my lady." Bowed Darien with a grin. In translation, her answer was a maybe, and in his previous and only experience, her maybe was a yes cleverly disguised to test his limits.
"Thank you then Darien." Dismissed Serena as she watched the king of the school flash her with one of his killer smiles one last time before walking towards the exit of the cafeteria to be instantly joined by his loyal subjects. But before his complete departure from the room, he glanced back at the illustrious blond one last time, as if to mark her as his own.
"Well Serena," spoke Ray, breaking the silence after Darien's departure. "You're not going to have a better presentation than that."
"Point taken." Agreed Serena. Without Demando as a candidate, she definitely wasn't going to have a better presentation that that.
*~*
Demando could feel various glares of hatred and lust directed at him from most of the female population. And did nothing to discomfort him in any way as he continued he's confident stroll down the magnificent hall of the academy.
"So how's the ongoing battle with Shields?" Asked a voice that has become all too familiar to Demando during the past two months. Andrew was back from suspension.
"Well my friend, not much has happened during the past three days of your absence." Replied Demando with a smirk.
"Other than you fucking another twenty hot chics?" The dirty blond added. "They would've suspended me longer, but their school fee counts by the day."
"You know Baldwin, perhaps if you grew smarter about your shipments, you wouldn't be caught this often."
"Oh, does the great lord have a suggestion for this little hardworking peasant?" Mocked Andrew. "Pray do tell."
"Well, for starters, dissociate yourself with your current pathetic partners and let me introduce you to some REAL drug lords with money. Then we'll see how far you get in this business without busting your ass in jail every week."
"Oh?" Inquired Andrew skeptically. "You, the lord of narcissism, is willing to go out of your own way to help a poor fellow like me? What's the catch?"
"Nothing. Your pathetic life has stopped amusing me so I have decided to help you change it." Replied Demando.
"And...?" Andrew pressed.
"And you could provide me with a generous size of your product for me to test the quality."
"Ah, so there is a catch." Andrew smiled. "So you want free access to my product whenever you want in exchange for introducing me to some drug lords with fat wallets?"
"Pretty much." Confirmed Demando.
"Well then buddy, when do we start?"
"Very well, shall we say tonight at 9 you'll meet me at my house?"
"You mean your freaking huge and expensive estate?" Clarified Andrew. Even by the aristocratic class standards, the Roelestra Estate was incredulously impressive.
"If you say so." Demando shrugged as he eyed the firm ass off a red headed cheerleader making out with one of her many boyfriends. He was sure he fucked her before, but he just couldn't recall exactly when. All those girls' faces become a blur to him after a while, which is about an hour.
But one face will forever stand clear in his thoughts. The perfect face of Serena De'Mara. His dear stepsister he's lusted over since day one.
"So how do you know these drug lords anyway?" Asked Andrew, interrupting his contemplation on women, or one in particular.
"Long story." Dismissed Demando, before turning a corner opposite to Andrew's destination. "See you after school man."
"Alright, see you then and don't forget our deal Roelestra!" Called Andrew to his back. The young silver god answered with a wave of his hand as he continued down the hallway. But before reaching one of the many double oak doors leading to his chemistry classroom, a slim blond abruptly bumped into him.
Demando eyed the blond with interest. If not of her lack of enigmatic charisma and air of confident superiority, she could be considered quite alike in physical appearance to Serena De'Mara. Both blond with crystal blue eyes. Both matching in size and extremely hot.
'Perhaps I have just found my subsitude for De'Mara' contemplated Demando as the blond looked up at him with a seductive grin. Immediately he extended his hand for an introduction.
"Hey there beautiful, I'm Demando." She accepted his hand with a gracious shake of her own delicate ones.
"Hi, I'm Mina."
*~*
AN: Sorry for such a long update. With the start of school, I have not been able to spare much time for my stories. But since Christmas break has begun, I have made it my sole duty to update all of my stories. Hope you enjoyed the chapter and stay tuned for my next one.
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