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.

4. Chapter 4

William

William: "I don't usually get tangled up in messes of this sort. My record is perfectly clean, thank you very much."

Counselor: "When do the doctors say you'll heal?"

William: "I'll be able to walk in a few weeks. The scar may be permanent, though."

Counselor: "How do you feel about that?"

William: "Imperfection is the one enemy I can never conquer."

Sebastian

Sebastian: "What makes you think Harvard had anything to do with the incident that day? Did William suggest that in his session?"

Counselor: "Can you just explain how you think Weston and Harvard interact, as far as college admissions go?"

Sebastian: "Everyone knows that Weston students aren't in the normal admissions pool. Every year, Harvard sets aside five spots for Weston, no more, no less."

Counselor: "Any predictions on who'll make it?"

Sebastian: Oh, everyone has predictions. I believe Lau actually organizes bets."

Counselor: "Who would you bet on?"

Sebastian: "Soma, for being a prince. Lizzie, for being a Top 10 fencer internationally. Alois for being on Broadway. Ciel, for being a Phantomhive . . . and for being brilliant in his own way."

Counselor: "What about that fifth spot?"

Sebastian: "I predict I'll obtain it."

Counselor: "Are you confident about that?"

Sebastian: "Not as confident as I would like."

Ciel

Ciel: "I'm not like normal people; I never have been. A normal person can't think more than two moves ahead in chess, three if I'm generous. I can think twelve moves ahead, easily. A normal person doesn't pay attention in class because they're on Facebook, chatting. I don't pay attention because I'm a day trader, doubling my investments almost every three years . . ."

Counselor: "Do you have any friends?"

Ciel: "God, no. Well, I suppose I have a fan, at least. Sebastian never plays me himself, but he watches my chess games sometimes. He understands how I think. I've seen his eyes light up— four, five moves before anyone else realizes that I'm going to win."

Alois

Alois: "You'd think I'd have plenty of pocket money, being a Broadway babe and all that. But my parents don't let me near the paychecks. 'Personal responsibility,' they say. Too bad 'irresponsibility' is my best quality!"

Counselor: "Did you also disagree with your parents about how to handle Claude?"

Alois: "You're funny. As if they could ever 'handle Claude.' He doesn't give a damn about restraining orders or whatever else they throw at him. There's only one thing he pays attention to, and that's me. If he rebels someday . . . Well, that'll be a delicious scene to play."