Title: Ante Up
Author: Courtney
Email: courtneystovall@yahoo.com
Rating: R, for a little m/m slash content
Disclaimer: If Hamilton were mine in any way, shape or form do you *really* think I'd get out of the bed long enough to write fanfic?
Summary: An all-night card game is the catalyst for confession as some truths come to light between the guys of Rawley Academy.
Author's Notes: Let me just say that I know nothing about cards unless we're talking about my computer solitaire, Hearts or maybe Go Fish . . . forgive any inconsistencies please. Just remember, it's not about the cards people! ;-)
Thanks: Everyone who sent me feedback for my previous YA stories and inspired me to write more.
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Part 2
Saturday, 6:52pm
"So, let me get this straight," Will Krudski said in a perplexed tone as he looked at his two friends standing in front of him. "You two didn't think you were getting into enough trouble?"
"Well, actually Ham said that--" Scout started.
"Don't blame this on me!" Hamilton interjected. "It was Ryder that stirred this all up. And besides, you agreed and you let Bella go so--"
"Me?!" Scout said incredulously. "What was I going to do, huh? I'm not her keeper; I can't tell her what to do."
"That's never stopped you before," Hamilton mumbled.
"Now, wait just a minute," Scout replied.
Will could see that this was not going to end up well if he didn't put a stop to their fighting. "Hold on guys, just hold up a minute. Now, I don't think that sending Bella out for beer was a very *good* idea, considering, but I think it'll be okay so let's not start a big fight about it. She's a big girl; she can handle herself . . . probably better than either of you could have anyway so don't worry. I'm sure she'll be back soon.
"In the meantime," he continued, "where exactly were you two planning on having this little 'party' of yours?"
"It's not a party," Scout said.
"Yeah, we're still just playing cards and stuff," Hamilton agreed.
Will rolled his eyes. "It's the 'and stuff' that worries me."
"What's to worry, Will?" Scout said as he placed an arm over his friend's shoulder. "We're just going to go back to the dorms, sneak the beer up to our room and play a few hands of poker. What could possibly happen?"
Will looked from his roommate to Hamilton and back and just shook his head. It was becoming more and more obvious to him that these two had somehow brainwashed each other into this questionable activity . . . and he was beginning to realize that he was one step away from becoming one of the pod people. He sighed and said, "Yeah, sure, I guess I'm in."
"Great!" Hamilton said with a grin.
"Peer pressure is a wonderful thing," Scout laughed.
Will shook his head again and replied, "I think you two are the friends that my mother always warned me about." All three boys laughed.
* * * * *
Bella didn't take long to return with the promised merchandise and soon the boys were on their way back to the dorms.
"Are you sure about all this?" Scout asked as he looked through the bag he was holding while they made their way back towards campus.
"Well, she said the guy didn't have any beer so this was the best she could do," Hamilton shrugged as he motioned towards the bottle of tequila. "It'll work just as well."
"Yeah, maybe too well," Will said. "You ever had tequila, Ham?"
"Nah, but there's a first time for everything," he said with a sly grin.
"You're way too happy about this whole thing," Scout said suddenly. "I seem to remember just today I found you in the lounge crying in your corn flakes."
"Yeah, well, I've just been thinking about someo--" he stopped, catching himself, then corrected, "something." At this Will and Scout shared a knowing look, but Hamilton didn't seem to notice. He just shrugged and said, "I just need this to take my mind off of everything for a while."
"Well," Scout said as he held up the bag containing the liquor, "if this doesn't loosen you up then nothing will."
"Right, and it'll probably make you forget not only what's been bothering you but everything else in the world, too," Will laughed.
Hamilton nodded. Yeah, this was what he needed; a night with the guys, playing cards, drinking, getting into a little trouble. It would be fun. It would make him feel better. It would take his mind off of Jake . . .
Well, maybe not that last one, he thought as his heart jumped at the thought of her. 'Oh well, two outta three . . .' Hamilton said to himself and continued to follow the others.
* * * * *
Saturday, 9:03pm
"Full house, I win again!" Will announced triumphantly as he slapped his cards down and the table and raked the coins from the middle of the table. None of them had a lot of cash; they were really only playing for fun.
"I don't know how you managed to lose your shirt to Ryder," Scout said as he shook his head at his fifth straight loss to his roommate. "You're way too much of a shark for me."
"Ryder got lucky," Will shrugged.
"Or cheated," Hamilton offered. Will just shrugged again, not totally dismissing this as a possibility but choosing not to dwell on it either.
"So, you guys ready for another round or are your egos bruised enough?" Will asked with a smile as he collected the cards and began to shuffle.
"I say we take a break from cards for a while," Hamilton said.
"Yeah, I'm in. How about a movie?" Scout suggested.
Will just set the cards aside and shook his head, saying, "You two kill me, ya know?"
"What? What's so funny?" Hamilton wanted to know.
"Well, all this fuss about getting 'wild' and doing something rebellious and neither of you has even taken the liquor out of the bag, much less taken a drink yet."
"Well . . . I don't see you running for the shot glass either," Scout countered.
"I didn't buy it . . . and this wasn't my big idea," Will reminded him. Scout's retorts were quickly deflated. "I guarantee you both take one sip, realize how disgusting it is, and pour the stuff down the sink by the end of the night."
"Not a chance," Hamilton said. "We bought it; we'll drink it," he said firmly.
"So, go ahead," Will said as he picked up the tequila and offered it to Hamilton.
Although he looked very uneasy, Hamilton took the bottle and twisted off the cap. He raised it to his lips, made a slight face at the smell, then put his mouth to the bottle and drank quickly. His sour expression told of the terrible taste and he shook his head to clear it a little.
"That bad, huh?" Scout asked with a chuckle at Hamilton's still puckered expression.
"Not . . . terrible," he managed to say.
"Yeah, I'll bet," Will laughed.
"Okay, if you're so wise, you try it," Hamilton said as he handed the bottle back to Will.
Will held up his hands. "No way, dude."
Hamilton just shrugged and handed the bottle to Scout. He took it and quickly took a sip. His face looked similar to Hamilton's afterwards, but he turned the bottle up again and drank some more. "That's, um . . . strong," he offered as he set the bottle down.
"You guys are crazy," Will said.
"Oh come on, Will. It's not going to kill you," Scout said. "Try it." Will looked at the bottle, then at his two friends, then back to the bottle. He finally sighed and took a drink.
"Ugh! That's gross!" he said after he'd swallowed the foul concoction.
"Gross but effective," Hamilton grinned. "This is going to be a fun night."
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Author: Courtney
Email: courtneystovall@yahoo.com
Rating: R, for a little m/m slash content
Disclaimer: If Hamilton were mine in any way, shape or form do you *really* think I'd get out of the bed long enough to write fanfic?
Summary: An all-night card game is the catalyst for confession as some truths come to light between the guys of Rawley Academy.
Author's Notes: Let me just say that I know nothing about cards unless we're talking about my computer solitaire, Hearts or maybe Go Fish . . . forgive any inconsistencies please. Just remember, it's not about the cards people! ;-)
Thanks: Everyone who sent me feedback for my previous YA stories and inspired me to write more.
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Part 2
Saturday, 6:52pm
"So, let me get this straight," Will Krudski said in a perplexed tone as he looked at his two friends standing in front of him. "You two didn't think you were getting into enough trouble?"
"Well, actually Ham said that--" Scout started.
"Don't blame this on me!" Hamilton interjected. "It was Ryder that stirred this all up. And besides, you agreed and you let Bella go so--"
"Me?!" Scout said incredulously. "What was I going to do, huh? I'm not her keeper; I can't tell her what to do."
"That's never stopped you before," Hamilton mumbled.
"Now, wait just a minute," Scout replied.
Will could see that this was not going to end up well if he didn't put a stop to their fighting. "Hold on guys, just hold up a minute. Now, I don't think that sending Bella out for beer was a very *good* idea, considering, but I think it'll be okay so let's not start a big fight about it. She's a big girl; she can handle herself . . . probably better than either of you could have anyway so don't worry. I'm sure she'll be back soon.
"In the meantime," he continued, "where exactly were you two planning on having this little 'party' of yours?"
"It's not a party," Scout said.
"Yeah, we're still just playing cards and stuff," Hamilton agreed.
Will rolled his eyes. "It's the 'and stuff' that worries me."
"What's to worry, Will?" Scout said as he placed an arm over his friend's shoulder. "We're just going to go back to the dorms, sneak the beer up to our room and play a few hands of poker. What could possibly happen?"
Will looked from his roommate to Hamilton and back and just shook his head. It was becoming more and more obvious to him that these two had somehow brainwashed each other into this questionable activity . . . and he was beginning to realize that he was one step away from becoming one of the pod people. He sighed and said, "Yeah, sure, I guess I'm in."
"Great!" Hamilton said with a grin.
"Peer pressure is a wonderful thing," Scout laughed.
Will shook his head again and replied, "I think you two are the friends that my mother always warned me about." All three boys laughed.
* * * * *
Bella didn't take long to return with the promised merchandise and soon the boys were on their way back to the dorms.
"Are you sure about all this?" Scout asked as he looked through the bag he was holding while they made their way back towards campus.
"Well, she said the guy didn't have any beer so this was the best she could do," Hamilton shrugged as he motioned towards the bottle of tequila. "It'll work just as well."
"Yeah, maybe too well," Will said. "You ever had tequila, Ham?"
"Nah, but there's a first time for everything," he said with a sly grin.
"You're way too happy about this whole thing," Scout said suddenly. "I seem to remember just today I found you in the lounge crying in your corn flakes."
"Yeah, well, I've just been thinking about someo--" he stopped, catching himself, then corrected, "something." At this Will and Scout shared a knowing look, but Hamilton didn't seem to notice. He just shrugged and said, "I just need this to take my mind off of everything for a while."
"Well," Scout said as he held up the bag containing the liquor, "if this doesn't loosen you up then nothing will."
"Right, and it'll probably make you forget not only what's been bothering you but everything else in the world, too," Will laughed.
Hamilton nodded. Yeah, this was what he needed; a night with the guys, playing cards, drinking, getting into a little trouble. It would be fun. It would make him feel better. It would take his mind off of Jake . . .
Well, maybe not that last one, he thought as his heart jumped at the thought of her. 'Oh well, two outta three . . .' Hamilton said to himself and continued to follow the others.
* * * * *
Saturday, 9:03pm
"Full house, I win again!" Will announced triumphantly as he slapped his cards down and the table and raked the coins from the middle of the table. None of them had a lot of cash; they were really only playing for fun.
"I don't know how you managed to lose your shirt to Ryder," Scout said as he shook his head at his fifth straight loss to his roommate. "You're way too much of a shark for me."
"Ryder got lucky," Will shrugged.
"Or cheated," Hamilton offered. Will just shrugged again, not totally dismissing this as a possibility but choosing not to dwell on it either.
"So, you guys ready for another round or are your egos bruised enough?" Will asked with a smile as he collected the cards and began to shuffle.
"I say we take a break from cards for a while," Hamilton said.
"Yeah, I'm in. How about a movie?" Scout suggested.
Will just set the cards aside and shook his head, saying, "You two kill me, ya know?"
"What? What's so funny?" Hamilton wanted to know.
"Well, all this fuss about getting 'wild' and doing something rebellious and neither of you has even taken the liquor out of the bag, much less taken a drink yet."
"Well . . . I don't see you running for the shot glass either," Scout countered.
"I didn't buy it . . . and this wasn't my big idea," Will reminded him. Scout's retorts were quickly deflated. "I guarantee you both take one sip, realize how disgusting it is, and pour the stuff down the sink by the end of the night."
"Not a chance," Hamilton said. "We bought it; we'll drink it," he said firmly.
"So, go ahead," Will said as he picked up the tequila and offered it to Hamilton.
Although he looked very uneasy, Hamilton took the bottle and twisted off the cap. He raised it to his lips, made a slight face at the smell, then put his mouth to the bottle and drank quickly. His sour expression told of the terrible taste and he shook his head to clear it a little.
"That bad, huh?" Scout asked with a chuckle at Hamilton's still puckered expression.
"Not . . . terrible," he managed to say.
"Yeah, I'll bet," Will laughed.
"Okay, if you're so wise, you try it," Hamilton said as he handed the bottle back to Will.
Will held up his hands. "No way, dude."
Hamilton just shrugged and handed the bottle to Scout. He took it and quickly took a sip. His face looked similar to Hamilton's afterwards, but he turned the bottle up again and drank some more. "That's, um . . . strong," he offered as he set the bottle down.
"You guys are crazy," Will said.
"Oh come on, Will. It's not going to kill you," Scout said. "Try it." Will looked at the bottle, then at his two friends, then back to the bottle. He finally sighed and took a drink.
"Ugh! That's gross!" he said after he'd swallowed the foul concoction.
"Gross but effective," Hamilton grinned. "This is going to be a fun night."
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