The Jock, The Nerd and The Geek

10

Paris turned to the bastard. "Excuse me?"

"But drug possession is a serious crime." He completed. "It could ruin your chances of college. Hell, you might never be a lawyer at this rate."

"Maybe that's my plan."

"Now, Paris, don't get ahead of yourself. This is a family thing! Would you rather the company go down in flames?"

"I'm sure if Zephyr were here, he would be the son you wanted."

The temperature in the room decreased at those words. Sebastian's face aging ten times as he stared at his son with burning hate in his eyes.

Paris stood now, pushing back his chair. "But no, I don't do drugs, and I'd work on my school grades."

He was already walking away when he heard his Father call for him. "And what are you doing about that Parker girl?"

He froze.

"You already know the only reason I'm letting you act so foolishly is because you promised to find her weak point so you'd be crowned valedictorian instead of her. Plus, I was even so kind to let Elise stay in her garden much longer, even though her health is still so fragile."

Fragile? It was because of the drugs he gave the woman that made it impossible for her to even walk! "I'm working on it,"

"Good. You already know what would happen if you didn't."

Paris squeezed his hands into a fist but did nothing else, trying to calm himself down before he walked away.

Alexandra Parker.

If he was to get anything worth threatening from her, would be to know who she was.

So when he got to school and it was time for recess, he took himself to the one seat that caused the whole of Wystwood to turn.

The prettiest boy in the whole school's table.

Marcos stared first, his eyes fluttering in confusion before he started, "W-What are you doing?"

"I need to ask you some questions," He replied, folding his arms. "And you're the only one that has no reasons to fear me like they do."

The male next to him, a Danvers something stared back and forth between both of them, nodding his head. "Ah, I see," Then he stood. "I'mma head out."

Marcos' hand shut out to hold the boy's arm. "Ace. You're misreading everything."

Paris raised an eyebrow at Marcos who seemed to look everywhere but him. Which was just fucking stupid. He didn't have time for this. "Look, I just wanna know about Parker. Everyone acts stupid when I do and I —"

"Hold on," Ace said, now looking at him. "You want to know about the legend called Parker?"

"I don't know about the legend part —"

The boy was back on his chair, an eccentric look in his eyes. "Well, you've come to the right place! I'm the only one who knows anything about her, considering I have the longest lasting adoration for her. She's literally the baddest bitch I know."

Is she?

Paris turned to Marcos who gave a small 'this is what I had to deal with for years' smile before Ace spoke, "Alexandra Parker was going to be the prom queen. Everyone knew that the first day of freshman year. She was hella pretty, and attracted people to her like a magnet. Plus, she was so fun to be with. No honestly, I stalked her for a while during gym classes. She was a total vibe."

"One day anyway, she just appears in baggy clothes and no makeup. Practically ignoring everyone that tried talking to her. No one knew why, but for a while, she seemed to talk to certain people. Only if you were paying her for it, y'know? Like being a pretend girlfriend or basically just working out your assignments, which was super weird because Alex never struck me as the smart one at the time."