Risqué Business (M/L ADULT) -- AU -- {COMPLETE}
Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2003 6:33 am
Risqué Business
Max/Liz
ADULT for language/sexual content
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue!!
Summary: Sort of like Cruel Intentions, but not. Tess Harding proposes for the school player, Max Evans to seduce her virginal cousin, Liz Parker so that she can be the sole inheriter of her rich grandfather's assetts. Um... just try it out?
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<center>banner by Michelle (aka roswelllover)</center>
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<center>banner by Lindsay (aKa Applebylicious)</center>
<center>Chapter One</center>
(Max POV)
“Max! Hey, Max!”
I look up from the cute redhead and glare across the quad at the person who was rude enough to interrupt me from my latest conquest.
A slinky blonde makes her way towards me, shapely hips swaying back and forth as she struts along.
Guys practically fall out of their chairs as they struggle for a closer look at her scantily clad body, but I remain cool and collected, unfazed by her lithe form.
It’s nothing I haven’t already had before. Although, I have to admit the tight blouse and short skirt have not escaped my attention.
As she appears by my side, she flashes me a seductive smile, to which I grin lazily back.
“What brings you by, Tess?” I drawl, in that voice that I know drives all the ladies wild.
She flutters her lashes at me, then narrows her eyes at the female still standing next to me.
“Um, excuse you, this is personal business,” she raises an eyebrow and the girl scampers off, tossing a longing look in my direction.
I sigh and lean my elbows back against the table, cocking my brows. “This had better be important, Tess. You just cost me a fine piece of ass.”
She rolls her eyes and sits daintily next to me. “Please, Max. Trina Wilkins is nothing but a sad serving of sloppy seconds. She just broke up with Tommy Mitchell! You could do a lot better.”
I raise an eyebrow towards her and my lips curl. “Oh, really? Like… you, perhaps? Sorry Tess, been there, done that already, remember?”
Her eyes flash, but she doesn't have anything to say.
Tess Harding is the classic School Princess. To the outside eye she appears untouchable – beautiful, blonde, sexy as hell.
The faculty and parents absolutely love her, they believe she is the epitome of female charm. Class president, head cheerleader, all that shit.
She's also the easiest fuck I’ve ever known.
The girl has an insatiable thirst for sex. Not that I’m complaining, but she even rivals me at times. You might call her a slut, but I guarantee you wouldn’t call her that to her face.
Not with the looming threat of Edward Harding.
Tess’s grandfather practically owns the town of Roswell, and the only thing he loves more than his money is his sweet, innocent granddaughter.
I wonder what he'd do if he knew how she begged me tie her to the bed and fuck her from behind.
I have to admit, I may not like the girl, but she is a nice fuck.
Anyway… I’m digressing.
“So, are you going to tell me why you ran off my date for tonight, or are you gonna sit there and file your fucking nails?” I demand, getting a little irritated.
She smirks at me, leaning over so that her ample breasts threaten to spill out of her top.
Being the man I am, I look down and lick my lips at the tanned cleavage.
“Ooh, someone sounds a little frustrated,” Tess purrs, reaching under the table and stroking my rapidly growing arousal.
I raise another eyebrow. “Are you offering to relieve my frustration, Tessa?” I reply huskily.
Her blue eyes darken as she leans closer to me. “I have a proposal for you, Max. And if you do what I ask, I promise I will do whatever you want.”
I tilt my head to the side, contemplating her statement, then yawn. “And what makes you think I want you to?”
She frowns slightly at being put off, then smiles again, shifting a little closer. “Because, I know what you need, baby. I know what drives you wild…”
Okay, now I’m intrigued.
The last time Tess felt wild, I ended up being the proud spectator while she and some chick she met a club tongue-fucked each other.
Like I said, she is freak-ay. But who’s complaining? Besides, she gives great head.
“What’s the deal?” I ask, flashing a flirtatious grin to a group of cheerleaders who are giggling and smiling at me.
“My aunt and uncle died last week,” Tess rolls her eyes.
“Wow, you sound so broken up about that,” I reply wryly.
God, this girl is a major bitch. But once again… she gives extremely good head.
“Ugh! They were like, those religious types, you know?” she scoffed, obviously disgusted at the idea. “I mean, no drinking, no sex… no fun!”
“Sounds awful,” I respond sarcastically. “What’s the point, here?”
“Anyway, they have a teenage daughter. She’s our age. And grandpa is bringing her here! To Roswell! Can you believe it?”
I raise an eyebrow wickedly. “Is she hot?”
“She’s probably a freaking virgin!” Tess snidely remarks. “I mean, can you imagine me having to live with a goody-goody priss? I bet she’s never even seen a dick before!”
“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ve seen enough for the whole state of New Mexico,” I smile sarcastically.
She doesn’t appear to be offended by my very true remark, because she continues babbling about her predicament.
I force myself to continue listening, even though all I want to do is toss my earphones on and drown out her voice.
“… so then he told me that I would have to share the money with her!” she ends moments later, wrinkling her nose.
“Okay, so you and your cousin have to split your granddaddy’s assets. Well, sorry Tess, but I don’t see where I fit into this little scheme you’re planning,” I stretch languidly.
“I want you to seduce her.”
My eyes widen and I glance over at her. “You want me to what?”
Tess smiles and speaks in a sharp, clear voice, “I said, I want you to seduce her. Fuck her, pop her cherry, whatever the hell you want to call it.”
I narrow my eyes. “And exactly why would that help you?”
Tess flashes me a sweet and innocent smile. “Because, old Ed would do anything to keep his reputation clean. Even if it means disowning his own grandchild.”
I nod knowingly. “So, you want me to screw your cousin, and then your gramps will take her out of his will and leave everything to you?”
Tess winks in confirmation. “You got it, stud.”
“And what will be your proof?” I ask, twirling a pen through my fingers. “How exactly are you going to make your grandfather believe that your cousin’s a Grade A slut?”
“Oh, just leave it to me, Maxie. All you need to worry about is getting into my cousin’s pants. And if anyone can do it, you can.”
With that, she places a kiss on my cheek, and stands up to walk away, smiling at her many admirers.
<center>Part 1 – One week later</center>
(Max POV)
“Ah, fuck!” I groan, thrusting frantically into the faceless blonde against the wall.
I continue to growl profanities as my orgasm washes over me, leaving me sweaty and satisfied.
She reaches out for me, trying to pull my face to hers for a kiss, but I immediately pull away and she almost falls on the ground as I unwrap her long legs from around my waist.
I busy myself by pulling my pants back up and running a hand through my tousled hair.
I look down and see my latest lay smiling up at me adoringly. “Well, it’s been real nice, Mandy, but I gotta get to class.”
She rushes to stand up as I open the door of the Eraser room and head out.
“It’s Candie!” she calls after me hopefully, but I’ve already forgotten she exists.
It’s like that with me sometimes. Okay, all the time.
Some would say that makes me an asshole, but I disagree. I think I give these girls exactly what they want.
Absolutely mind-blowing sex with no attachments.
And if they don’t like it? Oh well, that’s their fucking problem. I’ve never made any illusions as to what I wanted so they shouldn’t be surprised.
I’m not the tamable type. All I want is a nice piece of pussy.
As I round the corner, I find my best friend Michael Guerin making out with his girlfriend, Maria DeLuca, against his locker.
I smirk as Mikey boy runs his hands down her ass and walk over to interrupt his little hallway fantasy.
“Why don’t you guys take it to the Eraser room? It’s free now,” I joke, leaning against the locker next to Michael.
Maria lets out a little shriek and pushes Michael away, straightening her clothes before glaring at me.
Maria doesn’t exactly like me. At all. Okay, she hates me with a passion. Do I care?
Hell no.
“What, your latest fuck-toy run out of batteries?” she snaps at me, narrowing her eyes at my disheveled appearance.
“No, all my playthings are operating quite nicely,” I smirk back at her. “What about you, DeLuca? Have you had to change out the copper-tops in your vibrator yet?”
Her mouth falls open and her face turns an amusing shade of red. “You… you asshole!” she snaps at me, before stomping off.
I laugh at the irritation on Michael’s face and slap him on the back. “Don’t worry, she’ll be back.”
Michael rolls his eyes. “Man, you gotta quit hassling her like that.”
“Oh, she’ll get over it. And tomorrow I’m sure she’ll have a real nice comeback for me,” I shrug. “Besides… did you see her face?”
Michael snorts despite himself and I chuckle as we both picture Maria’s reaction to my comment.
“Anyway, what’s this I hear about you and Tess Harding?” Michael eyes me in interest.
I roll my eyes. “What about it?”
“I heard about her running off Trina last week. What, she still trying to sink her claws into you?”
“The only thing Tess wants to sink into is her granddaddy’s bank account,” I retort. “She’s made me some kind of deal to get her cousin out of the picture.”
Michael raises his eyebrows. “What kind of deal? And why do I think it’s probably not a good thing?”
“Maybe because you know it’s Tess?” I offer.
“Don’t change the subject. What’s she up to and why are you involved?”
I sigh, shoving my hands in my pockets as we make our way towards our classroom. “She wants me to seduce her sweet, unsuspecting, virginal cousin so that her grandfather will take her out of his will.”
Michael’s eyes bug out and he stops to look at me. “Are you out of your mind?! Maxwell, please tell me you aren’t seriously considering doing this.”
I shrug nonchalantly. “Let’s say she’s made me an offer I can’t refuse.”
“What, she offered to be your sex-slave?” Michael retorts sarcastically.
“Something like that,” I smirk and he shakes his head.
“Maxwell, I just knew one of these days sex was going to get you in trouble. Have you even thought about what you’re doing to this poor girl?” he asks me accusingly.
I roll my eyes at Michael’s bleeding heart attitude. He’s been that way ever since he and Maria started dating. Before that, he was almost as big a player as I was.
But he changed himself all for the love of a woman, so they say.
He often teases me about how I’ll do the same thing if I ever meet the right girl, but I laugh it off.
There is no one out there that I would change my ways for. Why should I? All females are the same – only good for one thing.
Michael’s still my best bud, but I have to say he was a lot more fun when he wasn’t waxing poetic half the time.
Damn Maria DeLuca.
“Why should I worry about it?” I shrug again. “If she isn’t smart enough to see through Tess then that’s her problem.”
“Whatever dude, I just hope this doesn’t all blow up in your face,” Michael says as we make our way into Mrs. Hardy’s biology class.
We are immediately surrounded by giggling girls as they smile and toss their hair flirtatiously.
Michael smiles politely and takes his seat across from me while I soak it all up, winking at the gullible females.
I take special notice of a particular blonde who is eyeing me up laviciously.
Hmm… maybe I’ll have to make some extra time between classes.
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(Liz POV)
So this is it.
West Roswell High.
My new school to go along with my new life. Yippee. Note my lack of enthusiasm there.
But I plaster a smile to my face anyway and nod as I listen to the secretary behind the desk as she hands me my new class schedule.
“If you’ll just wait a few minutes, they’ve assigned a student to show you around,” she smiles sweetly. “She’s in the school’s Sunshine Club.”
“Sunshine Club?” I echo in confusion.
“Yes, they help new students get settled in and feel comfortable with their new surroundings,” she explains. “You can never have too much sunshine!”
Amused, I nod my agreement. Okay… some bizarre sort of welcome wagon?
I go to sit in a plush chair as I wait for my guide to show up. As I pass the time, my mind wanders to my arrival in New Mexico.
My grandpa Ed seemed very happy to have me there and upset about my parents…
Don’t want to think about that.
He offered to let me stay in the guesthouse, which was more than enough seeing as how it was practically the size of most of the regular houses in Roswell.
My grandfather’s hospitality was overshadowed by the false welcome I received from my cousin.
Tess pretended to be happy to see me, but I’m no idiot. I could see through her blinding smiles and saccharine attitude.
Something about the way her eyes glinted with disapproval clued me in.
My pondering is cut short as a petite blonde hurries through the office, panting as she addresses the woman behind the desk.
“Hi! I’m so sorry I’m late, I had a French Club meeting and it went over! Is she still here?” she asks hopefully.
The lady smiles and points towards me. The blonde blows out a sigh of relief and makes her way over to me.
“Hi! I’m Maria DeLuca! You must be Liz Parker?”
I smile and nod my head like the good little girl I am. “Yes, it’s nice to meet you, Maria.”
“You too! I’m so sorry I’m late! I had a French club meeting and-“
As she begins her speech again, I notice her friendly smile and apologetic eyes and realize she’s being sincere.
“It’s no problem,” I assure her. “Everyone has a life, right?”
She laughs lightly and I smile in response.
“I think we’re going to get along just fine, Liz,” she replies, motioning for me to follow her.
I hope so.
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“So, Liz… why did you move to Roswell?” Maria asks as she flashes me another one of her sweet smiles.
A pang goes through me, but I force myself to smile. “Oh, um… just family stuff. Have you lived here a long time?”
She snorts and waves her hand. “All my life. I think I know every single person in this god-forsaken town.”
“Yeah? I didn’t realize it was so small here,” I say, glancing down the hall as students’ meander unhurriedly to their classes.
“Oh, it’s not really… I’m just very friendly,” she explains. “But at least I can tell you who to avoid.”
I raise my eyes and look at her. “What do you mean?”
“Well, let’s just say that not all of West Roswell’s students have other people’s best interests at heart. In fact, I’d fathom a guess that some of them don’t have a heart,” she scowls.
“And these people would be…” I inquire curiously. Hey, I may be a goody-goody but I am a girl. I love to gossip.
“Well, no offense... but your cousin isn’t exactly the friendliest person in the world,” Maria bites her lip trying to gauge my reaction.
I laugh. “Well, she may not be Mary Tyler Moore, but Tess isn’t that bad…” I trail off as I remember the way I caught her glaring at me when she didn’t think I was watching.
Maria doesn’t look convinced, but refrains from saying anything in return as we walk into a classroom.
The teacher apparently hasn’t arrived, as the students are currently laughing and goofing off.
“Ms. Hardy’s always late,” Maria explains, as a smile lights her face. She waves across the room and my eyes follow to land on a cute spiky-haired guy.
He is smiling back and motioning for us to come back to where he’s sitting. Maria’s eyes shift to his left and her smile fades as her expression darkens.
I glance to the person sitting next to Michael and my eyes widen slightly as they land on quite possibly the most handsome guy I’ve ever seen.
His short raven hair falls slightly across his forehead in a way that just makes you long to brush it aside.
His jaw is strong and his cheekbones angular, leading to a pair of sensual lips. You can practically see the muscles of his upper body bursting the seams of his expensive sweater as he flexes his arm.
But the most amazing thing about him has to be his eyes – golden and piercing.
And currently staring straight into mine.
I blush slightly, embarrassed to be caught gawking, and turn towards Maria.
“That’s my boyfriend, Michael Guerin,” she tells me in a proud voice.
I nod in response. “How long have you two been together?”
“Oh, about a year now,” she grins airily and I can’t help but smile at her giddiness.
Just then, Ms. Hardy rushes in the room and Maria quickly yanks me into the nearest empty desk.
“Good morning class,” she smiles. “Sorry that I’m late, but what can I say. My dog ate my lesson plans.”
The class titters in response and I let a small smile light my lips. Well, so far the teachers and students of West Roswell don’t seem too bad.
“I see we have a new student with us here today, all the way from Washington! Liz Parker? Would you mind standing up?”
My face turns about five shades of red as the class looks around waiting to check out the fresh meat.
Meekly I stand up, keeping my eyes downcast to hide my blush.
“Well, Liz, it’s nice to have you here in AP Biology,” Ms. Hardy smiles, “I’m sure everyone here will do their best to help you catch up.”
I smile and mumble shyly, “Thank you.”
I quickly sit down and my eyes dart around to see if everyone is still staring at me. Good, they’re all listening to Ms. Hardy now.
As I glance again at the back of the room, I realize that Mr. Gorgeous is still staring intently at me.
I hold his gaze for a moment, and his lips curl into a sexy grin.
Suddenly, I feel a sharp jab in my side and turn to find Maria glaring at my eye candy.
“I can’t believe him,” she mutters to herself and I frown.
“What are you talking about?”
She turns to me, giving me a serious look. “Listen, Liz. I told you I would warn you about people to steer clear of, therefore as your friend I would be incredibly in the wrong if I didn’t warn you about Max Evans.”
I raise an eyebrow in interest. “Max Evans?”
She rolls her eyes towards the back of the classroom. “That Hunk-of-burning-love that you were just staring at?”
My heart skips a beat. “What about him?”
“Well, let’s just say that Mr. Evans is very fond of the ladies…” she trails off hoping I get the point.
My brows crease in thought. “So what, he’s like a player or something?”
“Or something,” Maria mutters under her breath. Louder she replies, “He’s like, the King of Players, Liz. He’s the quinsenntial hump’n’dumper. Stay away from him if you value your integrity.”
I glance back in Max’s direction and find him laughing with Michael about something.
I am drawn to the way his lips move and his eyes glow as he speaks and I can feel my heart begin racing.
I turn back to Maria. “Are you sure?”
She snorts. “Trust me. Unfortunately, he’s Michael’s best friend and I get to hear about his latest conquests practically every day.”
I bite my lip. Is it true? Well, that would just figure. The first guy I get butterflies over would be an asshole.
“Just stay away from him, Liz,” Maria warns me and I nod slowly.
My eyes meet Max’s once more before Maria begins on a different topic.
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<center>Part 2</center>
(Max POV)
I rest my head in my hands as I attempt to drown out Ms. Hardy’s incessant babbling about the mating habits of slugs.
Can I get an Ew, gross?
I find my gaze inevitably drawn once again to the petite brunette sitting next to Maria.
My eyes slide over the silky curtain of luxurious hair that cascades across her arms as she bends her head to jot down notes.
I recall the gentle, almost doe-like quality her soft brown eyes held when they looked into mine, and find that my heart jumps.
As if realizing that someone’s staring at her, she turns slightly around and glances back in my direction.
Our eyes meet again and she offers me a small smile, which causes my heart to flutter again.
Interesting.
Just as I’m about to smile back, I see Maria DeLuca glaring at me and roll my eyes.
What is that girl’s problem anyway? It’s not like I’ve ever done anything to her.
Have I?
Oh well, I wouldn’t remember anyway.
Just then, the bell rings and I watch as my mystery girl stands up and walks out the door with Maria.
My feet seem to have a mind of their own as they jump up and begin propelling me to follow her.
“Hey, Maxwell! Where you going?” Michael calls after me.
“Oh, I gotta… take a piss,” I call back, grabbing my bag and heading towards the door.
I’m in such a rush to leave that I don’t even notice the pair of disappointed eyes following me as I pass the voluptuous blonde from earlier.
I head into the hallway and my eyes scan for the sight of the cute brunette.
To my displeasure, I don’t see her anywhere. Sighing slightly, I continue my trek towards my next period class, ignoring the seductive glances thrown my way.
As I enter my English class, I catch a glimpse of chocolate tresses at the back of the room.
The head looks up and I find myself once again staring into swirling depths.
Making a snap decision, I make my way back there and take the seat next to her.
Kyle will have to get over it.
“Hi,” I smile charmingly in her direction, propping my head in my hand as I study her.
She turns slightly towards me, a coy smile gracing her full lips. “Hi,” she responds.
“So… Liz is it?” I inquire, scooting closer in her direction. She doesn’t move, but doesn’t act overly interested either.
“Mm hmm,” she hums, tapping her pencil against her notebook aimlessly.
I frown at her dismissal, and open my mouth again in order to rectify this situation. “So, I don’t suppose you’d be interested in knowing my name?”
She cocks her head, her brown eyes twinkling mischievously. “Oh… I know all about you… Max Evans,” she replies in a light tone.
I raise my eyebrows flirtatiously and lean closer to her. “Oh, you do? And what exactly do you know?”
She looks at me full on this time, raising her own perfectly arched brows. “Enough to know that I’m not interested.”
And with that, she turns away from me, concentrating on something in front of the class.
I sit in shock for about ten seconds. What the hell? Okay, obviously my reputation has preceded itself.
Normally, I wouldn’t care. If she wanted to have fun, fine. If not, then it’s not worth my time.
But for some reason this particular girl’s dismissal is causing all kinds of ruckus inside me.
Then it hits me like a ton of bricks. “Maria told you.”
She turns to me, surprise on her face. “How did you know?”
I sigh, wishing I had a length of rope to tie around that meddler’s neck. “Oh, because she hates me with the fire of a thousand suns. Which is a direct quote, by the way.”
“Oh? And why in the world would she hate you so much…” Liz quirks her lips and I want to kiss her. “Unless, perhaps there’s some truth to what she said?”
“Well, I have no idea what Hurricane DeLuca has told you, but I can assure you that I am not the Devil Incarnate,” I smile disarmingly.
Liz gasps. “How did you know that’s what she called you?”
“She said that?!” I yelp, my anger growing by the second.
Liz erupts into a fit of giggles and lays a gentle hand on my arm. “Oh, Max! I’m just teasing you!”
My eyes fall to where she is still touching me, feeling a thrill race through my body.
I shake my head to clear it and smile again. “So… you know all these things about me, but I don’t know a single thing about you.”
She smirks and tilts her head again. “Oh really? And what exactly is it that you want to know?”
And bring out the big guns.
I bat my eyes innocently, “Oh… favorite bands, favorite movies… do you have a boyfriend?”
Not that it would make a difference. I want this girl, and by God I’m gonna have her.
She laughs and bites her lip. “Well… Dave Matthews, romantic comedies… and no.”
“So, Just Married is playing at the Highland’s tonight, how about we check it out?” I ask, flashing my charmingly sexy smile.
And afterwards, I could explore that beautiful mouth of yours more fully.
Her smile falters and she looks down. “Oh, listen Max. What I said earlier? I’m… I’m really not interested.”
I raise my eyebrows. “What?”
She smiles. “You seem like a nice guy, Max. I hope we could be friends?”
“Oh, yeah… right.”
Remind me to kill Maria DeLuca later.
After class, Liz smiles at me and proceeds to exit the classroom.
Me? Well, I’m not about to take this sitting down. I grab my books and once again attempt to follow her.
Once in the hallway, I am again surrounded by a group of adoring girls as they gush and flirt with me.
This time, I don’t have time to chat. I push through them and look down the hallway, hoping to spot those familiar russet locks.
Instead, I find none other than Tess Harding walking my way.
“Hi, Maxie,” she purrs, sidling up to me and running her hand down my chest as she places a kiss on my cheek.
Now, normally I wouldn’t be all that against Tess’s affections. I mean, I wouldn’t return them but I would flirt back.
However, at the moment the feel of her hands on me makes me sick. Irritated, I yank away from her and wipe my cheek.
“What do you want?” I ask, looking over her shoulder in the hopes of spotting Liz.
She frowns and crosses her arms across her huge chest. “I just came to let you know that my cousin’s here and you need to get started on your end of the deal.”
My eyebrows raise. “Oh really? And where is she?”
“She’s around, I’m sure,” Tess rolls her eyes. “Her name’s Liz Parker and you’ll know her because she’s like, a total geek.”
My eyes widen and I fall back against the nearest locker. “L…Liz Parker?”
Tess’s eyes narrow suspiciously. “Yeah… what, do you know her?”
“No, not exactly,” I lie.
Not yet.
“Well, you better get to know her and quick, too,” Tess snaps. “Ed’s got her living it up nice and fancy in the guest cottage. I’ve had about enough of this!”
“Look, I’ll see you later, Tess,” I reply, needing to get away from her annoying voice and contemplate these newest events.
“Where are you going?” she asks, watching as I walk away. “Max!”
I don’t bother to answer her, instead I continue my path down the hall.
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Okay, so I’m sitting here in the men’s bathroom staring at myself in the mirror.
What the hell’s the matter with me? Since when do I actually care about anyone else’s feelings beside myself?
Never.
So then why the hell does ruining this girl’s life suddenly seem so wrong to me?
“Ah!” I shake my head to clear my thoughts and run a hand down my face.
I’ve got to get back in control here. Okay, so this girl is pretty, whatever. It’s not like that makes her any different from the dozens of other girls I’ve chased.
Only I keep getting this irritating prick of conscious every time I recall my deal with Tess.
A slight vibration halts my assessment of the situation and I glance down to see my pager blinking.
I read the flashing words.
Hey, Loverboy. Meet me in the Eraser Room… five minutes. Trina.
I erase the message, a smile curling my lips.
Hmm… maybe all I need is a good distraction.
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Max/Liz
ADULT for language/sexual content
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue!!
Summary: Sort of like Cruel Intentions, but not. Tess Harding proposes for the school player, Max Evans to seduce her virginal cousin, Liz Parker so that she can be the sole inheriter of her rich grandfather's assetts. Um... just try it out?
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<center>banner by Michelle (aka roswelllover)</center>
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<center>banner by Lindsay (aKa Applebylicious)</center>
<center>Chapter One</center>
(Max POV)
“Max! Hey, Max!”
I look up from the cute redhead and glare across the quad at the person who was rude enough to interrupt me from my latest conquest.
A slinky blonde makes her way towards me, shapely hips swaying back and forth as she struts along.
Guys practically fall out of their chairs as they struggle for a closer look at her scantily clad body, but I remain cool and collected, unfazed by her lithe form.
It’s nothing I haven’t already had before. Although, I have to admit the tight blouse and short skirt have not escaped my attention.
As she appears by my side, she flashes me a seductive smile, to which I grin lazily back.
“What brings you by, Tess?” I drawl, in that voice that I know drives all the ladies wild.
She flutters her lashes at me, then narrows her eyes at the female still standing next to me.
“Um, excuse you, this is personal business,” she raises an eyebrow and the girl scampers off, tossing a longing look in my direction.
I sigh and lean my elbows back against the table, cocking my brows. “This had better be important, Tess. You just cost me a fine piece of ass.”
She rolls her eyes and sits daintily next to me. “Please, Max. Trina Wilkins is nothing but a sad serving of sloppy seconds. She just broke up with Tommy Mitchell! You could do a lot better.”
I raise an eyebrow towards her and my lips curl. “Oh, really? Like… you, perhaps? Sorry Tess, been there, done that already, remember?”
Her eyes flash, but she doesn't have anything to say.
Tess Harding is the classic School Princess. To the outside eye she appears untouchable – beautiful, blonde, sexy as hell.
The faculty and parents absolutely love her, they believe she is the epitome of female charm. Class president, head cheerleader, all that shit.
She's also the easiest fuck I’ve ever known.
The girl has an insatiable thirst for sex. Not that I’m complaining, but she even rivals me at times. You might call her a slut, but I guarantee you wouldn’t call her that to her face.
Not with the looming threat of Edward Harding.
Tess’s grandfather practically owns the town of Roswell, and the only thing he loves more than his money is his sweet, innocent granddaughter.
I wonder what he'd do if he knew how she begged me tie her to the bed and fuck her from behind.
I have to admit, I may not like the girl, but she is a nice fuck.
Anyway… I’m digressing.
“So, are you going to tell me why you ran off my date for tonight, or are you gonna sit there and file your fucking nails?” I demand, getting a little irritated.
She smirks at me, leaning over so that her ample breasts threaten to spill out of her top.
Being the man I am, I look down and lick my lips at the tanned cleavage.
“Ooh, someone sounds a little frustrated,” Tess purrs, reaching under the table and stroking my rapidly growing arousal.
I raise another eyebrow. “Are you offering to relieve my frustration, Tessa?” I reply huskily.
Her blue eyes darken as she leans closer to me. “I have a proposal for you, Max. And if you do what I ask, I promise I will do whatever you want.”
I tilt my head to the side, contemplating her statement, then yawn. “And what makes you think I want you to?”
She frowns slightly at being put off, then smiles again, shifting a little closer. “Because, I know what you need, baby. I know what drives you wild…”
Okay, now I’m intrigued.
The last time Tess felt wild, I ended up being the proud spectator while she and some chick she met a club tongue-fucked each other.
Like I said, she is freak-ay. But who’s complaining? Besides, she gives great head.
“What’s the deal?” I ask, flashing a flirtatious grin to a group of cheerleaders who are giggling and smiling at me.
“My aunt and uncle died last week,” Tess rolls her eyes.
“Wow, you sound so broken up about that,” I reply wryly.
God, this girl is a major bitch. But once again… she gives extremely good head.
“Ugh! They were like, those religious types, you know?” she scoffed, obviously disgusted at the idea. “I mean, no drinking, no sex… no fun!”
“Sounds awful,” I respond sarcastically. “What’s the point, here?”
“Anyway, they have a teenage daughter. She’s our age. And grandpa is bringing her here! To Roswell! Can you believe it?”
I raise an eyebrow wickedly. “Is she hot?”
“She’s probably a freaking virgin!” Tess snidely remarks. “I mean, can you imagine me having to live with a goody-goody priss? I bet she’s never even seen a dick before!”
“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ve seen enough for the whole state of New Mexico,” I smile sarcastically.
She doesn’t appear to be offended by my very true remark, because she continues babbling about her predicament.
I force myself to continue listening, even though all I want to do is toss my earphones on and drown out her voice.
“… so then he told me that I would have to share the money with her!” she ends moments later, wrinkling her nose.
“Okay, so you and your cousin have to split your granddaddy’s assets. Well, sorry Tess, but I don’t see where I fit into this little scheme you’re planning,” I stretch languidly.
“I want you to seduce her.”
My eyes widen and I glance over at her. “You want me to what?”
Tess smiles and speaks in a sharp, clear voice, “I said, I want you to seduce her. Fuck her, pop her cherry, whatever the hell you want to call it.”
I narrow my eyes. “And exactly why would that help you?”
Tess flashes me a sweet and innocent smile. “Because, old Ed would do anything to keep his reputation clean. Even if it means disowning his own grandchild.”
I nod knowingly. “So, you want me to screw your cousin, and then your gramps will take her out of his will and leave everything to you?”
Tess winks in confirmation. “You got it, stud.”
“And what will be your proof?” I ask, twirling a pen through my fingers. “How exactly are you going to make your grandfather believe that your cousin’s a Grade A slut?”
“Oh, just leave it to me, Maxie. All you need to worry about is getting into my cousin’s pants. And if anyone can do it, you can.”
With that, she places a kiss on my cheek, and stands up to walk away, smiling at her many admirers.
<center>Part 1 – One week later</center>
(Max POV)
“Ah, fuck!” I groan, thrusting frantically into the faceless blonde against the wall.
I continue to growl profanities as my orgasm washes over me, leaving me sweaty and satisfied.
She reaches out for me, trying to pull my face to hers for a kiss, but I immediately pull away and she almost falls on the ground as I unwrap her long legs from around my waist.
I busy myself by pulling my pants back up and running a hand through my tousled hair.
I look down and see my latest lay smiling up at me adoringly. “Well, it’s been real nice, Mandy, but I gotta get to class.”
She rushes to stand up as I open the door of the Eraser room and head out.
“It’s Candie!” she calls after me hopefully, but I’ve already forgotten she exists.
It’s like that with me sometimes. Okay, all the time.
Some would say that makes me an asshole, but I disagree. I think I give these girls exactly what they want.
Absolutely mind-blowing sex with no attachments.
And if they don’t like it? Oh well, that’s their fucking problem. I’ve never made any illusions as to what I wanted so they shouldn’t be surprised.
I’m not the tamable type. All I want is a nice piece of pussy.
As I round the corner, I find my best friend Michael Guerin making out with his girlfriend, Maria DeLuca, against his locker.
I smirk as Mikey boy runs his hands down her ass and walk over to interrupt his little hallway fantasy.
“Why don’t you guys take it to the Eraser room? It’s free now,” I joke, leaning against the locker next to Michael.
Maria lets out a little shriek and pushes Michael away, straightening her clothes before glaring at me.
Maria doesn’t exactly like me. At all. Okay, she hates me with a passion. Do I care?
Hell no.
“What, your latest fuck-toy run out of batteries?” she snaps at me, narrowing her eyes at my disheveled appearance.
“No, all my playthings are operating quite nicely,” I smirk back at her. “What about you, DeLuca? Have you had to change out the copper-tops in your vibrator yet?”
Her mouth falls open and her face turns an amusing shade of red. “You… you asshole!” she snaps at me, before stomping off.
I laugh at the irritation on Michael’s face and slap him on the back. “Don’t worry, she’ll be back.”
Michael rolls his eyes. “Man, you gotta quit hassling her like that.”
“Oh, she’ll get over it. And tomorrow I’m sure she’ll have a real nice comeback for me,” I shrug. “Besides… did you see her face?”
Michael snorts despite himself and I chuckle as we both picture Maria’s reaction to my comment.
“Anyway, what’s this I hear about you and Tess Harding?” Michael eyes me in interest.
I roll my eyes. “What about it?”
“I heard about her running off Trina last week. What, she still trying to sink her claws into you?”
“The only thing Tess wants to sink into is her granddaddy’s bank account,” I retort. “She’s made me some kind of deal to get her cousin out of the picture.”
Michael raises his eyebrows. “What kind of deal? And why do I think it’s probably not a good thing?”
“Maybe because you know it’s Tess?” I offer.
“Don’t change the subject. What’s she up to and why are you involved?”
I sigh, shoving my hands in my pockets as we make our way towards our classroom. “She wants me to seduce her sweet, unsuspecting, virginal cousin so that her grandfather will take her out of his will.”
Michael’s eyes bug out and he stops to look at me. “Are you out of your mind?! Maxwell, please tell me you aren’t seriously considering doing this.”
I shrug nonchalantly. “Let’s say she’s made me an offer I can’t refuse.”
“What, she offered to be your sex-slave?” Michael retorts sarcastically.
“Something like that,” I smirk and he shakes his head.
“Maxwell, I just knew one of these days sex was going to get you in trouble. Have you even thought about what you’re doing to this poor girl?” he asks me accusingly.
I roll my eyes at Michael’s bleeding heart attitude. He’s been that way ever since he and Maria started dating. Before that, he was almost as big a player as I was.
But he changed himself all for the love of a woman, so they say.
He often teases me about how I’ll do the same thing if I ever meet the right girl, but I laugh it off.
There is no one out there that I would change my ways for. Why should I? All females are the same – only good for one thing.
Michael’s still my best bud, but I have to say he was a lot more fun when he wasn’t waxing poetic half the time.
Damn Maria DeLuca.
“Why should I worry about it?” I shrug again. “If she isn’t smart enough to see through Tess then that’s her problem.”
“Whatever dude, I just hope this doesn’t all blow up in your face,” Michael says as we make our way into Mrs. Hardy’s biology class.
We are immediately surrounded by giggling girls as they smile and toss their hair flirtatiously.
Michael smiles politely and takes his seat across from me while I soak it all up, winking at the gullible females.
I take special notice of a particular blonde who is eyeing me up laviciously.
Hmm… maybe I’ll have to make some extra time between classes.
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(Liz POV)
So this is it.
West Roswell High.
My new school to go along with my new life. Yippee. Note my lack of enthusiasm there.
But I plaster a smile to my face anyway and nod as I listen to the secretary behind the desk as she hands me my new class schedule.
“If you’ll just wait a few minutes, they’ve assigned a student to show you around,” she smiles sweetly. “She’s in the school’s Sunshine Club.”
“Sunshine Club?” I echo in confusion.
“Yes, they help new students get settled in and feel comfortable with their new surroundings,” she explains. “You can never have too much sunshine!”
Amused, I nod my agreement. Okay… some bizarre sort of welcome wagon?
I go to sit in a plush chair as I wait for my guide to show up. As I pass the time, my mind wanders to my arrival in New Mexico.
My grandpa Ed seemed very happy to have me there and upset about my parents…
Don’t want to think about that.
He offered to let me stay in the guesthouse, which was more than enough seeing as how it was practically the size of most of the regular houses in Roswell.
My grandfather’s hospitality was overshadowed by the false welcome I received from my cousin.
Tess pretended to be happy to see me, but I’m no idiot. I could see through her blinding smiles and saccharine attitude.
Something about the way her eyes glinted with disapproval clued me in.
My pondering is cut short as a petite blonde hurries through the office, panting as she addresses the woman behind the desk.
“Hi! I’m so sorry I’m late, I had a French Club meeting and it went over! Is she still here?” she asks hopefully.
The lady smiles and points towards me. The blonde blows out a sigh of relief and makes her way over to me.
“Hi! I’m Maria DeLuca! You must be Liz Parker?”
I smile and nod my head like the good little girl I am. “Yes, it’s nice to meet you, Maria.”
“You too! I’m so sorry I’m late! I had a French club meeting and-“
As she begins her speech again, I notice her friendly smile and apologetic eyes and realize she’s being sincere.
“It’s no problem,” I assure her. “Everyone has a life, right?”
She laughs lightly and I smile in response.
“I think we’re going to get along just fine, Liz,” she replies, motioning for me to follow her.
I hope so.
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“So, Liz… why did you move to Roswell?” Maria asks as she flashes me another one of her sweet smiles.
A pang goes through me, but I force myself to smile. “Oh, um… just family stuff. Have you lived here a long time?”
She snorts and waves her hand. “All my life. I think I know every single person in this god-forsaken town.”
“Yeah? I didn’t realize it was so small here,” I say, glancing down the hall as students’ meander unhurriedly to their classes.
“Oh, it’s not really… I’m just very friendly,” she explains. “But at least I can tell you who to avoid.”
I raise my eyes and look at her. “What do you mean?”
“Well, let’s just say that not all of West Roswell’s students have other people’s best interests at heart. In fact, I’d fathom a guess that some of them don’t have a heart,” she scowls.
“And these people would be…” I inquire curiously. Hey, I may be a goody-goody but I am a girl. I love to gossip.
“Well, no offense... but your cousin isn’t exactly the friendliest person in the world,” Maria bites her lip trying to gauge my reaction.
I laugh. “Well, she may not be Mary Tyler Moore, but Tess isn’t that bad…” I trail off as I remember the way I caught her glaring at me when she didn’t think I was watching.
Maria doesn’t look convinced, but refrains from saying anything in return as we walk into a classroom.
The teacher apparently hasn’t arrived, as the students are currently laughing and goofing off.
“Ms. Hardy’s always late,” Maria explains, as a smile lights her face. She waves across the room and my eyes follow to land on a cute spiky-haired guy.
He is smiling back and motioning for us to come back to where he’s sitting. Maria’s eyes shift to his left and her smile fades as her expression darkens.
I glance to the person sitting next to Michael and my eyes widen slightly as they land on quite possibly the most handsome guy I’ve ever seen.
His short raven hair falls slightly across his forehead in a way that just makes you long to brush it aside.
His jaw is strong and his cheekbones angular, leading to a pair of sensual lips. You can practically see the muscles of his upper body bursting the seams of his expensive sweater as he flexes his arm.
But the most amazing thing about him has to be his eyes – golden and piercing.
And currently staring straight into mine.
I blush slightly, embarrassed to be caught gawking, and turn towards Maria.
“That’s my boyfriend, Michael Guerin,” she tells me in a proud voice.
I nod in response. “How long have you two been together?”
“Oh, about a year now,” she grins airily and I can’t help but smile at her giddiness.
Just then, Ms. Hardy rushes in the room and Maria quickly yanks me into the nearest empty desk.
“Good morning class,” she smiles. “Sorry that I’m late, but what can I say. My dog ate my lesson plans.”
The class titters in response and I let a small smile light my lips. Well, so far the teachers and students of West Roswell don’t seem too bad.
“I see we have a new student with us here today, all the way from Washington! Liz Parker? Would you mind standing up?”
My face turns about five shades of red as the class looks around waiting to check out the fresh meat.
Meekly I stand up, keeping my eyes downcast to hide my blush.
“Well, Liz, it’s nice to have you here in AP Biology,” Ms. Hardy smiles, “I’m sure everyone here will do their best to help you catch up.”
I smile and mumble shyly, “Thank you.”
I quickly sit down and my eyes dart around to see if everyone is still staring at me. Good, they’re all listening to Ms. Hardy now.
As I glance again at the back of the room, I realize that Mr. Gorgeous is still staring intently at me.
I hold his gaze for a moment, and his lips curl into a sexy grin.
Suddenly, I feel a sharp jab in my side and turn to find Maria glaring at my eye candy.
“I can’t believe him,” she mutters to herself and I frown.
“What are you talking about?”
She turns to me, giving me a serious look. “Listen, Liz. I told you I would warn you about people to steer clear of, therefore as your friend I would be incredibly in the wrong if I didn’t warn you about Max Evans.”
I raise an eyebrow in interest. “Max Evans?”
She rolls her eyes towards the back of the classroom. “That Hunk-of-burning-love that you were just staring at?”
My heart skips a beat. “What about him?”
“Well, let’s just say that Mr. Evans is very fond of the ladies…” she trails off hoping I get the point.
My brows crease in thought. “So what, he’s like a player or something?”
“Or something,” Maria mutters under her breath. Louder she replies, “He’s like, the King of Players, Liz. He’s the quinsenntial hump’n’dumper. Stay away from him if you value your integrity.”
I glance back in Max’s direction and find him laughing with Michael about something.
I am drawn to the way his lips move and his eyes glow as he speaks and I can feel my heart begin racing.
I turn back to Maria. “Are you sure?”
She snorts. “Trust me. Unfortunately, he’s Michael’s best friend and I get to hear about his latest conquests practically every day.”
I bite my lip. Is it true? Well, that would just figure. The first guy I get butterflies over would be an asshole.
“Just stay away from him, Liz,” Maria warns me and I nod slowly.
My eyes meet Max’s once more before Maria begins on a different topic.
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<center>Part 2</center>
(Max POV)
I rest my head in my hands as I attempt to drown out Ms. Hardy’s incessant babbling about the mating habits of slugs.
Can I get an Ew, gross?
I find my gaze inevitably drawn once again to the petite brunette sitting next to Maria.
My eyes slide over the silky curtain of luxurious hair that cascades across her arms as she bends her head to jot down notes.
I recall the gentle, almost doe-like quality her soft brown eyes held when they looked into mine, and find that my heart jumps.
As if realizing that someone’s staring at her, she turns slightly around and glances back in my direction.
Our eyes meet again and she offers me a small smile, which causes my heart to flutter again.
Interesting.
Just as I’m about to smile back, I see Maria DeLuca glaring at me and roll my eyes.
What is that girl’s problem anyway? It’s not like I’ve ever done anything to her.
Have I?
Oh well, I wouldn’t remember anyway.
Just then, the bell rings and I watch as my mystery girl stands up and walks out the door with Maria.
My feet seem to have a mind of their own as they jump up and begin propelling me to follow her.
“Hey, Maxwell! Where you going?” Michael calls after me.
“Oh, I gotta… take a piss,” I call back, grabbing my bag and heading towards the door.
I’m in such a rush to leave that I don’t even notice the pair of disappointed eyes following me as I pass the voluptuous blonde from earlier.
I head into the hallway and my eyes scan for the sight of the cute brunette.
To my displeasure, I don’t see her anywhere. Sighing slightly, I continue my trek towards my next period class, ignoring the seductive glances thrown my way.
As I enter my English class, I catch a glimpse of chocolate tresses at the back of the room.
The head looks up and I find myself once again staring into swirling depths.
Making a snap decision, I make my way back there and take the seat next to her.
Kyle will have to get over it.
“Hi,” I smile charmingly in her direction, propping my head in my hand as I study her.
She turns slightly towards me, a coy smile gracing her full lips. “Hi,” she responds.
“So… Liz is it?” I inquire, scooting closer in her direction. She doesn’t move, but doesn’t act overly interested either.
“Mm hmm,” she hums, tapping her pencil against her notebook aimlessly.
I frown at her dismissal, and open my mouth again in order to rectify this situation. “So, I don’t suppose you’d be interested in knowing my name?”
She cocks her head, her brown eyes twinkling mischievously. “Oh… I know all about you… Max Evans,” she replies in a light tone.
I raise my eyebrows flirtatiously and lean closer to her. “Oh, you do? And what exactly do you know?”
She looks at me full on this time, raising her own perfectly arched brows. “Enough to know that I’m not interested.”
And with that, she turns away from me, concentrating on something in front of the class.
I sit in shock for about ten seconds. What the hell? Okay, obviously my reputation has preceded itself.
Normally, I wouldn’t care. If she wanted to have fun, fine. If not, then it’s not worth my time.
But for some reason this particular girl’s dismissal is causing all kinds of ruckus inside me.
Then it hits me like a ton of bricks. “Maria told you.”
She turns to me, surprise on her face. “How did you know?”
I sigh, wishing I had a length of rope to tie around that meddler’s neck. “Oh, because she hates me with the fire of a thousand suns. Which is a direct quote, by the way.”
“Oh? And why in the world would she hate you so much…” Liz quirks her lips and I want to kiss her. “Unless, perhaps there’s some truth to what she said?”
“Well, I have no idea what Hurricane DeLuca has told you, but I can assure you that I am not the Devil Incarnate,” I smile disarmingly.
Liz gasps. “How did you know that’s what she called you?”
“She said that?!” I yelp, my anger growing by the second.
Liz erupts into a fit of giggles and lays a gentle hand on my arm. “Oh, Max! I’m just teasing you!”
My eyes fall to where she is still touching me, feeling a thrill race through my body.
I shake my head to clear it and smile again. “So… you know all these things about me, but I don’t know a single thing about you.”
She smirks and tilts her head again. “Oh really? And what exactly is it that you want to know?”
And bring out the big guns.
I bat my eyes innocently, “Oh… favorite bands, favorite movies… do you have a boyfriend?”
Not that it would make a difference. I want this girl, and by God I’m gonna have her.
She laughs and bites her lip. “Well… Dave Matthews, romantic comedies… and no.”
“So, Just Married is playing at the Highland’s tonight, how about we check it out?” I ask, flashing my charmingly sexy smile.
And afterwards, I could explore that beautiful mouth of yours more fully.
Her smile falters and she looks down. “Oh, listen Max. What I said earlier? I’m… I’m really not interested.”
I raise my eyebrows. “What?”
She smiles. “You seem like a nice guy, Max. I hope we could be friends?”
“Oh, yeah… right.”
Remind me to kill Maria DeLuca later.
After class, Liz smiles at me and proceeds to exit the classroom.
Me? Well, I’m not about to take this sitting down. I grab my books and once again attempt to follow her.
Once in the hallway, I am again surrounded by a group of adoring girls as they gush and flirt with me.
This time, I don’t have time to chat. I push through them and look down the hallway, hoping to spot those familiar russet locks.
Instead, I find none other than Tess Harding walking my way.
“Hi, Maxie,” she purrs, sidling up to me and running her hand down my chest as she places a kiss on my cheek.
Now, normally I wouldn’t be all that against Tess’s affections. I mean, I wouldn’t return them but I would flirt back.
However, at the moment the feel of her hands on me makes me sick. Irritated, I yank away from her and wipe my cheek.
“What do you want?” I ask, looking over her shoulder in the hopes of spotting Liz.
She frowns and crosses her arms across her huge chest. “I just came to let you know that my cousin’s here and you need to get started on your end of the deal.”
My eyebrows raise. “Oh really? And where is she?”
“She’s around, I’m sure,” Tess rolls her eyes. “Her name’s Liz Parker and you’ll know her because she’s like, a total geek.”
My eyes widen and I fall back against the nearest locker. “L…Liz Parker?”
Tess’s eyes narrow suspiciously. “Yeah… what, do you know her?”
“No, not exactly,” I lie.
Not yet.
“Well, you better get to know her and quick, too,” Tess snaps. “Ed’s got her living it up nice and fancy in the guest cottage. I’ve had about enough of this!”
“Look, I’ll see you later, Tess,” I reply, needing to get away from her annoying voice and contemplate these newest events.
“Where are you going?” she asks, watching as I walk away. “Max!”
I don’t bother to answer her, instead I continue my path down the hall.
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Okay, so I’m sitting here in the men’s bathroom staring at myself in the mirror.
What the hell’s the matter with me? Since when do I actually care about anyone else’s feelings beside myself?
Never.
So then why the hell does ruining this girl’s life suddenly seem so wrong to me?
“Ah!” I shake my head to clear my thoughts and run a hand down my face.
I’ve got to get back in control here. Okay, so this girl is pretty, whatever. It’s not like that makes her any different from the dozens of other girls I’ve chased.
Only I keep getting this irritating prick of conscious every time I recall my deal with Tess.
A slight vibration halts my assessment of the situation and I glance down to see my pager blinking.
I read the flashing words.
Hey, Loverboy. Meet me in the Eraser Room… five minutes. Trina.
I erase the message, a smile curling my lips.
Hmm… maybe all I need is a good distraction.
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