Weston College Prep

by thaliaarche

A blond starlet. His bespectacled stalker. A rich chess player. A redhead actor who's superficial on the surface. A perfectionist obsessed with Harvard. A valedictorian-to-be with one hell of a poker face. A shifty youth whose only mood is subjunctive. All seven juniors report to the counselor's office, after violence breaks out in the hallowed dining hall of Weston College Prep.

2. Chapter 2

Alois

Alois: "So I thought the kid was cute. Shoot me."

Counselor: "Did you ever tell him you found him attractive?"

Alois: "You could run a jackhammer by Ciel Phantomhive's ear, and he still wouldn't hear you. So, you see, I had to give him a hug."

Ciel

Counselor: "Your medical record says you've suffered from a fear of being touched from a young age. Do you have any idea what could have caused it?"

Ciel: "Shall I assume you're new, overworked, or simply inattentive?"

Counselor: "I'm afraid I don't follow . . ."

Ciel: "My parents were burned to death in front of me when I was six. I think we can safely assume that caused it."

Sebastian

Sebastian: "I really could care less about Ciel Phantomhive."

Counselor: "You mean, you 'couldn't' care less."

Sebastian: "I mean what I say."

Grell

Grell (using air quotes): "'Alois' started it."

Counselor: "Why the air quotes?"

Grell: "Oh, come on. 'Alois Trancy'? His name's Jim Macken, and he just wanted a fancy, French-sounding stage name. God, he acts like he's already a movie star, but he deserves to be an extra, at most. He's not famous enough or pretty enough to get away with the trash he pulls."

Claude

Claude: "I wouldn't classify myself as a celebrity stalker. The Mackens tried to get a restraining order once, but Alois assured them I was harmless."

William

William: "Frankly, I don't have the time to be here— I have a packed schedule. I'll be applying early to Harvard in the fall, and I have to get in for my own merits, since I haven't got money or legacy . . ."

Counselor: "Are you alluding to Ciel Phantomhive?"

William (pointedly ignoring the question): "I've molded myself into the perfect candidate, you know. Good grades, enough to make salutatorian, at least. An upcoming international piano competition. No less than three meaningful leadership positions by senior fall . . ."

Counselor: "What happens if you don't get in?"

Sebastian

Sebastian: "I predict I will be valedictorian."

Counselor: "What if your prediction's wrong?"

Sebastian: "If my prediction is wrong, I will likely be dead at graduation. I'm not suicidal, mind you. Simply confident."