Hi guys this my first story so pls b nice ok?

Eighteen year old Huey Freeman parked his black Lamborghini right next to his little brother's matching red one in the parking lot of Wuncler High School. He cut the engine with a sigh, noticing with a slight annoyance the group of girls watching them both from a distance. Slinging his backpack on his shoulder, he climbed out of his precious car and locked it with a double chirp of his key fob. He was indifferent when his grandfather hit the powerball three years ago, successfully securing the Freeman family's financial future... However, he really did enjoy the cars the old man bought for he and Riley.

Huey made it about two feet away from his car before he was stopped by a trio of mildly attractive girls, effectively blocking his path and forcing him to stop. "Good morning, Huey!" They said in unison.

He rolled his eyes. "Excuse me," he said, stepping around them and continuing on his way to class. Ever since he, and eventually Riley, got to high school, girls were all over their tops. Especially when the news broke about his grandfather's lottery win. Girls would whisper and giggle as they stared at them, follow them around everywhere they went, and ask them the world's stupidest questions just for a chance to talk to the Freeman brothers. The attention was cool at first, but after both brothers made their rounds and slept with every girl in the entire school, it got old fast.

Huey strolled to class at his own pace, since his teachers didn't care either way if he was on time or not considering how much his grandfather contributed to the school, trying his best to ignore the gawking females in the hall. He arrived at his AP Chemistry class five minutes late, the entire class turning around to look at him as he entered the room. "Uh... Sorry I'm late?" he said with and awkward shrug.

"Nonsense, Huey! You weren't late, w-we were all early! Isn't that right, class?" His teacher, Mrs. Walsh stammered over her words, the class agreeing with her with a series of head nods and murmurs of approval.

He scoffed at the pitiful lot. "Whatever..." He said, sliding into the only empty seat on the other side of the room.

"Hi, Huey!" His lab partner for the day, Jazmine DuBois, greeted him way too enthusiastically.

He nodded his head towards her in response, but said nothing. Out of the entire school full of annoying girls, she was the most annoying of them all. She was the clingiest of them all, and the most persistent. She behaved as if the sun rose and set out of his ass or something. She lived across the street from him and made him breakfast, lunch and dinner every single day that he never ate. He only semi-tolerated her because the sex was pretty good and close enough for convenience sake, but she cried every time afterwards and thanked him for the opportunity to please him. And she was always too damn cheerful... There was nothing in the world that god dammed exciting.

Class went by in a blur of his incompetent teacher telling the class things he already knew and trying not to fling Jazmine DuBois across the room for staring at him the entire time. When the bell rang for lunch, the class parted like the Red Sea and allowed him to leave the room first before they followed at his heels. When Huey got to the cafeteria, Riley was already there and their usual table was already surrounded by a large crowd of girls. With the roll of his eyes, Huey shouldered through the crowd to sit at the table across from his brother.

"Wassup, bro?" Riley greeted him with an obnoxious grin. He wasn't quite as annoyed with the attention yet as Huey was.

"Nothing much..." Huey trailed off, his eyes jumping from girl to girl in the sea of smiles, stares and giggles. He sighed, frustrated that he couldn't even talk to his brother in peace. "What are you all standing around for? Staring at us like fish at the goddamn aquarium!" He exploded.

"...we like you," a dark haired, white girl with freckles squeaked after a long moment of silence.

"Okay?" he responded.

"We want you guys to choose one of us," spoke up another girl, this one brown skinned with fire engine red hair. "You know, as your girlfriends?"

Huey snorted. "Why don't you all just fight for it if it means that much to you," he spat sarcastically.

"Really? Would that please you?" Asked Jazmine DuBois, who was suddenly standing in the front of the crowd, her green eyes wide.

Riley snickered. "Yeah, yeah!" He said, gesturing for his brother to follow along. "We want all y'all bitches to fight for the honor of being our girls. One winner for Huey, one for me."

Gasps and whispers went around the group of young women before they unanimously agreed: they would fight.