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Co-Author: SkyyRyder

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Fallen Now is Babylon the Great
Chapter 2: Garwin... Reid Garwin

-Babylon's POV-

During lunch, I sat down at my normal table that consisted of several girls I could barely stand, and a handful that I could tolerate. I lifted my gaze to the surrounding area, I could feel eyes on me. I had felt them all day, and it was starting to get on my nerves.

I knew whom it was, I'd caught him earlier not being discrete what so ever, but I wasn't going to dignify him with attention. That's what he wanted, and that was not what I was going to give him. I would never give that chauvinistic pig the satisfaction.

"Babylon, do you realize that Reid has not taken his eyes off of you ever since you walked through the door?" the blonde across from me stated. Her name was Amber, and she was one of the most annoying, most ignorant people I have ever had the misfortune of meeting.

"Yes… I realize that Amber," I responded shortly, trying to shrug off the feeling of his icy eyes on me

I would love nothing more than to poke out his stupid eyes right now, but that wouldn't be very ladylike would it? I'm not sure the plastic utensil in my hand would even do the trick.

"Are you telling me that you don'tcare?" another girl at my table barked at me. This one was Bethany Johnson, a girl on both the dance and swim teams at Spenser.

"Not in the slightest," I stated pursing my lips. "I've felt his eyes on me all day and to be frank, it's beginning to creep me out." The table of girls groaned disbelief, my eyes snapping up at them, causing the girls to all immediately shut up. That's what I thought. "He's been around every single corner I turn all day," I continued, feeling as though I had been prowled after all day.

It was starting to make me very uncomfortable. He was practically stalking me; every time I turned around, there he was! That unruly blonde hair that hung into those tainted ice blue eyes, and that ever-present swagger in his stride. Not to mention that disgustinglyarrogant smirk. Ugh, his arrogance alone made me want to throw up. "Seriously, he's been following me around all day long, and frankly, I've had enough of it. I don't know what he has up his sleeve, but if he knows what's good for him, he'll keep his distance."

The redhead next to Amber snickered; her name was Georgina. I really didn't care for her. "I'd be more than happy to have his attention like you do right now." This stirred up a brunch of whispers agreeing with her from the other girls. These desperate women didn't care about who he was though, or how many people he'd laugh about them with behind their backs. They only wanted one thing from Reid Garwin, and that was the reputation and riches that came along with him.

"Please, I'd rather shoot myself," I muttered sifting through my food as the conversation carried on to a debate about which Ipswich Son was better looking, and who they thought was better in bed. When did girls my age become such… excuse my terminology, but sluts?

"I'm pretty sure my life would be complete if Tyler gave me a second glance," Hayden, a junior stated as she blushed furiously. I never understood the fuss over the Ipswich boys. Maybe Caleb and Tyler were passable, but they were all trouble in my opinion.

"Please, it's all about Pogue and that washboard stomach, all day-any day baby," another junior, Allison, gushed glancing at Hayden.

"No, if it were me, I'd want Caleb. There's something about him being tall, dark, mysterious and handsome that gets to me," Veronica, the girl that sat to my immediate left swooned and started fanning herself. Of course, Caleb was recently spoken for, Sons gaining girlfriends never going over very smoothly with the other females at the school. "If only that stupid public trash hadn't transferred. Lord knows how she managed to sink her claws into a guy like him." Sarah Wenham was the unlucky target of that abuse, being Caleb's new squeeze. Something had bonded them the night of Fall Fest and the Putnam Barn fire, though I didn't have a clue to what the actual details of that night may have been. Lots of stuff flew around school the next day, like Chase Collins having been inside the barn; no one had seen him since, though there was no body recovered either.

"Well, I think Reid is easily the best looking, and from what I've heard, the best in bed too. But I guess we all know who he's got his sights set on," Amber mused, the entire table looking at me. I felt and probably looked as horrified as a deer caught in the headlights of a tractor trailer.

"Reid is notafter me!" I growled lowly. I wanted to clear that point up right away. These girls seriously need to get a life and go through some therapy or something. Weren't women supposed to be after Prince Charming? Reid was anything but. "We've barely ever spoken to each other and we've been in the same schools for years. What exactly would suddenly make him care?"

My gaze settled on all the girls as the redhead smirked and looked me dead in the eye. "When it comes to Reid, it doesn't matter. It's how he works; once he loses interest in something, it's onto the next. It's like a switch goes off in his head; once he gets what he wants, the game is immediately over. Then he finds a new target, and once he wants you, he'll get you; it's only a matter of time." She gave me a sly grin as I shook my head in disbelief.

"Well, maybe you girls should all learn from that and lead by example," I added with maybe a little too haughty of an expression on my face judgning by the rolling eyes I saw scattering the perimeter of the table. "I wouldn't go near him with a ten foot pole if I could avoid doing so." Unfortunately, we did attend some of the same classes.

"Oh c'mon! You're a babe Babylon, and Reid has every right to go after you. You're more than fair game, and think about it; you're probably one of the only girls who isn't a freshman that is still a virgin. You're like some mystical legend, like a unicorn or something, and Reid wants a ride," Georgina snickered. All this talk was making my face get hot with embarrassment. I did not like sexual topics of conversation, not at all.

"No guy at this school has a right to anything when it pertains to me," I solidly stated, maintaining my poise and composure despite wanting desperately to get up and run from this conversation.

"You should make a move on him," Georgina then continued. Was she mentally deficient?

"Over my dead body," I scoffed at her, my face distorted into something hideous I'm sure. I glanced around the table as all the girls gave me their own versions of disbelieving looks. I put my foot down. Just because all of them would give it up to a Son at the drop of a dime, didn't mean every girl at school was as brainwashed as they were. "I would never, in a million years, go after an arrogant, perverted, promiscuous slime ball like Reid. He's not even in the same league that I am. Ignoring his social status, it's class," I gestured to myself. "Over trash," I finished, jutting my thumb over my shoulder where I knew the Ipswich Sons sat.

I pushed some of my dark hair over my shoulder and waited for any of them to even attempt to say something to me. That's right. I would never, everlet myself be attracted to a guy like him.

All of the girls shut up, looking at me with eyes full of judgment. I could hear their thoughts ringing in my ears. They were all calling me uppity, a snob or a bitch. They all knew I thought I was better than them, and frankly, I did.

Go ahead and judge me. I know I am too good for that… boy.

I wouldn't dream of letting those grotesque hands touch any part of my body, or my mind for that matter. Who knows where they've been! I cringed just thinking about it.

I gave them all a hateful glare as I sat straight up, finishing the rest of my lunch, not bothering to speak any further to these little fan girls. I had better things to do with my time than worry about what they thought of me, or better yet what they thought I should do with other people.

-Reid's POV-

"What the hell is your rush?" I looked over at Ty before quickly pulling my shirt on. My hair is still soaked from hitting the showers, but it looks sexy that way, so I've been told.

"Got stuff to do," I responded, not really interested in giving details. Baby Boy sighed and rolled his eyes.

"This wouldn't have anything to do with Babylon, would it?" I just smirked up at my brother, shoving things into my duffel bag as quickly as possible. "It's not gonaa work," he said to me in a singsong voice as I packed up and headed for the door.

"We'll see," I replied before moving though the locker room and towards the auditorium where I knew the dance team was practicing. Oh the dance team; I've had some good times with some of those sluts.

I looked into the small window of one of the side doors and saw Babylon lining up her troops. Damn she looks like a drill sergeant. A really hot one, but a drill sergeant nonetheless.

Wow, that leotard is tight.

Probably about a tight as her.

I thought about how I was gonna slip into the auditorium unnoticed. I'm not stupid and I know Babylon isn't either. I was getting under her skin all day today by just staring at her and following her around. It must've bugged her out cause she was shooting me glares all through lunch.

I could Use, just a little. Just to slip into the back where I could hide in the shadows. I let the Power flow though my body and next thing I knew, I was in the back row of the auditorium, low in the seat, the girls completely oblivious.

"Becky, straighten your back. Jenn, you're losing your neck. Head up." God, she is a fucking drill sergeant!

Ha, I'd like to drill her.

Damn, no one's ever around when I come up with good one's like that.

She huffed angrily and stomped her foot. "No, listen, you guys aren't practicing and we have a show in two weeks! It isn't that difficult." God, she really is a bitch. I can tell by the way the other girls are reacting they feel the same way. I hope I can get though this bet without feeling the wrath of Babylon the Great. Doubt it.

"Watch!" she ordered, assuming the position and going though the small part of a routine they were all repeating over and over again as if it were breathing. She certainly isn't shy about taking charge. I'm not used to being dominated, but hell, I'll try anything once. Who knows, I could get into it. As long as I get to have my turn after.

Well, she's a damn good dancer. And flexible. You know what that means...

When she finished, I stood up and clapped, making my presence known. I thought it seemed dramatic. She spun on her heel and scowled at me, looking pretty annoyed. Ah, it's what I do best. Well, that and fucking girls stupid.

"Next practice, I want you all to have that down to perfection. We're done for today." The girls all began gathering things, a lot of them looking towards me and whispering and giggling to each other. Hey, I can't help the effect I have on the ladies.

Clasping my hands behind my back, I fell into step behind Babylon when she got off the Garwin (ahem) donated stage and headed to where the girls had piled their backpacks and other things. Ignoring me, she bent down and picked up her things. Wow, for such a smarty-pants she sure doesn't seem to realize bending over in a leotard right in font of a guy isn't the best idea. "Very impressive," I complimented, using it as a double meaning. Not too sure if she understood it.

She tuned to face me, glaring.

Oh yeah, she got it.

"I've never been to any of the dance team's recitals. I came for a sneak preview, you know, to see if it was worth it. I must say, I like what I see." In more ways than one. She just snubbed me and put her jacket on. All right, she asked for it.

"So Baby, what do you say we go to my place and do the things I'll tell everyone we did anyway?" Oh yeah, that got her going. She visibly tensed at that comment but still pretended she didn't hear me. Should only take one more.

"I'm Reid, by the way. Just so you know what to scream." Damn. Still ignoring me. This one will definitely get her though. I can tell she's getting pissed. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing.

"You're probably the smartest person in our grade, right? Well, I'd fuck you so hard you'd learn from it." She scoffed but still didn't say anything. She just pushed past me and headed out of the now empty auditorium. I followed her, of course. Shit this bitch is not playing into this like I'd hoped. But I can keep going all day with this.

"Would you like to try an Australian kiss? It is just like a French kiss, but down under..."

"Oh my— you are so disgusting!" Ah ha! I win. She spun around and faced me, looking less than pleased. Her lips looked all pouty and her eyes were dark and intense. It was hot, really, even though I think it was supposed to be intimidating or something.

"Relax, I was kidding. I was just trying to get you to talk to me." Well, I was kidding... kind of.

"What do you want? You've been stalking me all day and quite frankly, I've had enough. So what is it?" I chuckled and tapped my fingers on my chin, eyeing her up and down before locking my eyes with hers. My eyes are one of my best features. They've brought many girls to their knees... literally.

"I just wanted to know if you'd come to Nicky's with me on Friday. Say... eightish?" She scoffed and shook her head.

"You have got to be kidding me. Do you have brain damage Garwin? I would never, under any circumstances go anywhere with you ever! Especially after you put your filthy lips on me in front of the entire class! Who do you think you are?" Instead of getting all upset and begging, I just smirked again.

"Garwin... Reid Garwin."