Disclaimer: I do not own stephen kind, the excerpt from " The Shining" is written by him and owned by him and It is not mine and i did not come up with anything about it in anyway.

Secret Betrayls

Sunday passed in a blur. Reid scarely remembered the night before, only that he'd spent sunday evening in The Red Room getting wasted as he downed half a bottle of absinthe. As hard as it gnarled at his stomache, he was addicted to the venomous taste, as he was to the enchanting face of Tyler's red head.

Soft skin, sallow and smooth, it accented the scarlet hue of her eyes. If she wore contacts, she wore them well. It was a unique eye color indeed,strange in the U.S, but she vaunted it proudly; supple lips of a sensualist, always a startling splash of red, Reid longed to taste those lips.

Only...she belonged Tyler.

Technically, he would tell himself, Technically, all they had done was dance. There is no harm in that Reid knew it to be a bold lie. He'd seen the way Tyler was charmed by her. No dout that if he saw her again, He'd would ask her out. Either way, he was screwed.

Despite his playboy nature, it wasn't in him to steal from a friend, let alone a brother. Tyler was still pissed off at him as it were. The only reason he'd agreed to accompany his roommate to the nightclub was so Reid would have a safe ride home. The only thing he could do is ignore this sickening churn of his heart whenever she came to mind, and hope it passes.

XXXXXX

Monday came too soon and Reid's day began like any other. Wasted and Exhausted. The obnoxious blaring of his alarm clock woke him up way too early because, as usual, he forgot to re-set it from the night before. It was a bright morning, the autumn sun slanting through the blinds on his window, bathing the room in a warm glow.

Too hungover to reach far enough to hit the SNOOZE button, he had no choice but to lay his head beneath his pillow in hopes that he could drown it out. Unfortunately, because of his drinking binge, the noise seemed infinately louder and even more nagging than Caleb's voice.

Reid laid haphazardly on his bed for half an hour before finally he used his powers to fling the clock against the wall. He flinched when he heard it shatter. At that point, the door creaked open and he heard idle foot-steps, and someone gasp.

" Ah dude! Not again!" he recognized the agitation in Tyler's voice, " That's like..the fifth clock this semester!" he heard Tyler say as the young boy knelt down and scooped up the pieces into his arms." I'm not gonna keep buying them if all you do it smash it against the wall!"

Having just about all he could stand, Reid stuck up his middle finger at his roommate, " Oh yeah, that's real mature." the other boy said.

Slowly, Reid removed his pillow, catching a glimpse of the younger boy in nothing save for his underwear. Tyler mst've just gotten out of the shower, he thought.

Sitting up, taking his time so he didn't fall out onto the floor, Reid said, " One question..." he breathed, rubbing his temples to fight the throbbing migraine, " Boxers or briefs?"

"Ha ha..." Tyler dumped the shattered clock into the trash pail nearest the bathroom door, his tone was thick with sarcasm" You're very funny."

"I think so!" the blonde gladly stated, " So tell me this...why do I feel shitty and while you're walking around in your underwear?"

Tyler dusted off his hands, sitting on the bed opposite of Reid's. Waving his hand, the door swung shut as if touched by a strong wind. " Well..." his eyes scanned the floor to the invisible line that divided their room. Reid's side was a mess, underwear and clothes everywhere, making Tyler's neat side of the room look even more eerily clean." I don't drink as much as you...and if you were smart," he put great emphasis on that word, implying that Reid was quite the opposite, " You'd know that the remedy for any good hangover would a Banana milkshake with honey. So I jogged down to the cafeteria this morning and got one."

Reid frowned at that answer, " Bananas'?" he scoffed, " That's a chick thing man..."

"Chick thing or not, I'm not the one smashing alarm clocks into the wall, am I?" he gestured to the wall, then to the trash can filled with electronical parts.

Reid held up one forefinger, " Touche'."

The blonde eased out of bed, taking his time in walking to the bathroom. Tyler pulled open his drawer, rummaging around for a bottle of Tylenol. Tossing it in the air, Reid caught it behind his back without so much as turning to stare at the youth. Tyler glimpsed Reid kneel down before an up-lifted toilet seat, and used his powers to close the door, knowing he did not need to see liquid and bile being uped from Reid's throat.

Damn..., Tyler thought, pulling on a pair of Spenser-brand khakis, Chick thing or not, I'm not the one puking my guts out.

XXXXXX

Pogue watched rather dully as their teacher, Mr.Richter, paced the floor of the classroom, a copy of Stephen King's The Shining in his hands as he read a little to over-zealously.

Ullman stood five-five, and when he moved, it was with the prissy speed that seems to be the exclusive domain of all small plump men. The part in his hair was exact, and his dark suit was sober but comforting. I am a man you can bring your problems to, that suit said to the paying customer. To the hired help it spoke more curtly: This had better be good, you. There was a red carnation in the lapel, perhaps so that no one on the street would mistake Stuart Ullman for the local undertaker.

As he listened to Ullman speak, Jack admitted to himself that he probably could not have liked any man on that side of the desk --- under the circumstances.

Richter closed his book, bookmarking the page with one finger, laden with a gold wedding band. Weary eyes surveying the room as he search for an unsuspecting victim to bombard with senseless questions as so many teacher did. A seedy brunnette was in the middle of raking her spindly fingers through the thick, auburn curls of the boy sitting beside her. The perfect victim as always is the one who is not paying attention.

"Kira!" he said so abruptly, she jumped. Pointing a ring ladened finger at her, the class shifted in her direction, " Which method of writing did Stephen King use to describe the persona of Stuart Ullman?"

Kira froze, her fingers gently smoothing a stray tendril of the boy's auburn hair. The boy looked up at her and she spoke, her voice somewhat hoarse," Um...syllogism?"

Richter grinned, letting the class know that obviously she'd gotten that answer wrong and that the answer was supposedly so obvious, a two year old could answer that question. " Wrong Kira..." he said, mutteringAs usual, underneath his smarmy breath," Maybe if you spent less time combing through Mr.Abbot's hair and more time on your studies, you wouldn't have the grades that you do now! This is Landuage and Literature class, not Aaron's personal grooming time!" he scolded in a way that made the class feel as if he was berating all of them and not just Kira.

Aaron bucked up, snickers were heard from all over the room as his face contorting in anger. If he could, he'd probably punch Richter right in the mouth, but he knew better. Kira flushed, looking down shamefully at her desk, letting her fingers trail out of Aarons auburn locks. Reid snickered loudest and Richter turned his wrath to him.

"Do you think this is a joke Mr.Garwin?" he snapped, " Perhaps you have the answer to my question?"

Reid grinned a devilish grin and went to speak when Tyler spoke first," We all know Stephen King is the shit, Reid."

Caleb lowered his face into his hands and Pogue bit back a laugh. They managed to hold it in, however, the class erupted in raucous fits of laughter at Tyler's joke on Reid. Richter shook his head, tapping his feet against the floor. The teacher was not amused.

"Two demerits!" Reid and Tyler peered up, a mixture of shock and anger washed over their faces, " That kind of behavior will NOT be tolerated!"

Reid snarled, gnawing at his lip as he lowered his hand beneath his desk, twirling it about and ignoring the warning look Caleb was shooting at him. The Shining fell from Richter's hands. Statled, the vindictive teacher bent down to pick it up. Just as he reached for it, the book shot from his reach. The class giggled as he stood up, fixing his tie and trying to downplay the situation." Must be a mild earthquake." again, Richter reached down and again, the book shot from his grasp. It happened two or three times before he finally straightened up, stomping his foot hard on the floor and slamming his fist down on his desk.

Paper's scattered onto the floor and his face became so strawberry red, he looked as if he was choking, " THAT IS ENOUGH!!! I will NOT have such nonsense in MY classroom! I--"

"Damn, who pissed in your cheerios?"

Richter growled, whirling about to face the door. The Provost, Mr.Higgins, stood in the doorway, his eyebrow raised in creased forehead as he stared at his subordinate. Bella stood with her back against the door, on foot pressed against the frame as she folded her arms. Rebellious as ever, Reid automatically knew it was her who called the teacher out.

Tyler blushed a deep shade of red and slid back into his seat, a flashback of saturday at the Dells in his mind. Bella stared at him and smiled. As her gaze strayed past the youth, she focused on Reid, her eyes now cynical and sadistic. In her brand new Spenser uniform, she wore the kelly green skirt and a white collared shirt not tucked in the usual style; in black mary janes and no sweater, she was against all school protocal, yet the Provost didn't notice.

New money. Parent's must've made a huge donation to the school. Was the first thought in Reid's mind.

"Is there a problem?" asked Provost higgins.

"No sir, I--"

Carmen entered the room and the class fell into a hush. Donned in the school-girl skirt, and collared white shirt tucked in behind a black belt, her chest gaped open in that never enough way that fed into a teenage boys' imagination. Hair pulled back neatly in a silken tail, she looked quite opposite of her sister. Yet, much more dire.

Pogue's eyes widened, amazed more than shocked to the point of Terror. Despite Kate sitting two rows below he and Caleb, his eyes remained glued to Carmen whereas Caleb stared at Pogue, veiled lust rising in the biker's eyes.

The Provost cleared his throat, holding up his hand to silence Richter, " I will discuss this with you later. Right now we have two brand new students." he said placidly.

Bella slid from the door frame, falling in step beside her sister. The two looked as different as day and night." Students," he said rather proudly, " I would like to introduce you to you new classmates."

The Provost gestured grandly to Bella, a warm smile worn on his ancient face, " This is Isabella Mondego. She just transferred to the United States from a Roman Catholic school in Italy."

Reid winced, lowering his head into his arms. He was really kicking himself. A Roman Catholic schoolgirl? Ugh...dude...she must be a freak in bed! Dammit, Tyler had all the luck.

Bella bowed half-heartedly before the Provost gestured to her sister, " And this is Carmella L'enfent, a transfer student from a French Catholic Missionary school."

Pogue flinched at the word 'Missionary' as did every other boy in the classroom. "I hope you welcome them with open arms and allow them to enjoy their stay here."

The Provost hand Richter a small piece of paper and a warning glare before exiting the classroom. Richter fixed his crooked glasses on his even more crooked nose as he studied the paper, " I don't waste time on silly introductions. If you will, Ms.Mondego, Take a seat beside..." he lifted his brow at the blonde with his head down, " Mr.Garwin." he pointed to Reid as the boy stood up.

Bella smiled mischeiviously and moved up the stairways, two at a time. Carmen's lips curled into a smile at her sister's audacity. Bella Squeezed past two females, plopping herself a little too closely to Reid. Tyler held up his text book, sheilding his blushing face from her penetrating gaze.

Reid watched her as she sidled between him and a brunnette, her hips grinding up against his thigh. Nervousness affecting his voice" Um..." he squeaked.

Bella looked up at him, sexilly. Reid inhaled so sharply, air hissed in between his teeth." Yes?"

"I'm Reid." he said in a sultry voice, his confidence came roaring back." Reid Garwin."

"I noticed." she cooed. Reid took her hand and shook it gently.

"Roman Catholic huh?" he asked.

"That's right." she replied with a nod.

In that moment, Reid felt his heart sink as he watched her unpack all her things over her desk. Guilt and Pleasure flooded him as he eyes the way her breasts lifted when she breathed. Reid could not even fathom some of the perverted thoughts flying through his mind.

I am sooo going to hell. He thought, lowering his head into his crossed arms once again.

"Ms.L'enfent, Please take a seat beside Mr.Parry."

Carmen was walking before he could tell her who Pogue was. Kate sat up, glaring at Carmen as she settled gracefully next to her boyfriend, Kate wore such a Scandalized look, Sarah thought she would hemorpharage.

Pogue stiffened and Caleb eyed their new classmate with suspicion. Pogue, afraid to stare at either Kate or Carmen, looked in every other direction. Carmen set her bag in between her ankles, and folded her arms over her desk, watching intently as the teacher re-started his lecture.

Carmen said not one word and Pogue eased down a bit. When he was sure she wasn't going to speak to him, he wandered off in his own thoughts, thinking about which kind of motorcycle to buy next. A new yellow Ducati, to replace the one Chase broke, or a jet black Yamaha.

It was then, a forboding chill clipped at his chest. His eyes blured, and he panicked, praying he wasn't spiraling into another sex-induced fantasy. His eyes riveted on Carmen. She was absolutely still. Maybe he did dream the past two nights and maybe she really didn't know him. Maybe he was going crazy.The powers he'd imagined her possessing were all in his head.

Pogue leaned back, spying a note set between the two of them. It was folded neatly on crumpled paper. He looked back up at Carmen, she was focused on Richter's lecture, not even noticing him.

Slyly, he let his fingers crawl in the space between them, snatching up the note and unfolding it under his desk. In black ink and neat flourish, was written...

You're much more skilled in the bedroom than I would've given you credit for.

Pogue crumpled up the paper, and he paled, his hands shaking visibly. When he turned to move, she was staring at him with glazed eyes and veiled vindiction, knowing.

The bell rung instantly, dismissing class. One by one, student filed out into the hall. Bella stood by the door, chatting with Reid while Carmen shoved all her books into her pack. In one lithe movement, she stood and started down the steps, passing a rather infuriated Kate who glared at her with instant dislike.

Carmen tapped Bella on the shoulder and she smiled, looping her arm through her older sister's arm." I'll call you later Reid." she winked, waving goodbye. Reid grinned at Bell and her sister, waving to the both of them as they disapeared into the busy corridor.

Pogue still sat, horrified, with the note clutched tightly in his palm. Kate and Caleb stood over him, trying to snap him from his daze, but nothing they did seemed to shake the biker from the burden of the secret he carried.

I betrayed my Brothers and My girlfriend to a manipulating sorceress.