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Every school has its own group of students that everyone has heard of. Those guys everyone knows and wants to be friends with, but few are successful.
In some places the popular kids are despicable people, who would do anything to cling to the only seconds of fame and glory they would have in their entire lives. That was not the case at CBI High School. The popular kids were genuinely nice and approachable, to some degree, a group of five friends and their closest colleagues that were liked by every person in the school.
Walter Mashburn saw no shame in accepting that he was an extra. He was known because he had money, more than he knew what to do with it, but he was popular because the Fabulous Five enjoyed his company. Maybe he didn't even need it; his Heath Ledger vibe and his rich kid life Instagram would ensure he was at the top of the school's food chain. It was just no match for the charm that emanated from the elite. Still, he didn't mind being in the group of close extras.
As futile as it may seem to want to be around the nice guys, there was a reason to do so. In fact, more than one, they weren't the icing on the cake of popularity for nothing, but the main reason had to be that they were all to die for. That they were role models for the entire school was just another benefit.
Kimball Cho was the quiet, cool type, if it weren't for his friendship with the other five, he would hardly speak. He had the respect of every living soul in that place, whether it was for his integrity, intelligence and sense of justice, or for his four black belts and title of captain of the baseball team no one was sure. There was a mix of envy and fear around the boy that had been there since they were in elementary school that had only gotten worse with the popularization of k-pop. God had mercy on anyone who dared mention it around him, for the boy wouldn't. Only his closest friends could joke about it without fear of being beaten. And even with that, he was a direct, succinct and very funny guy - when he wanted to.
The Rigspelt, unlike their super quiet friend, were the pinnacle of an All-American high school couple; the cheerleader and the football player. The two of them couldn't be more in the stereotype than they already were, except for the fact that Grace Van Pelt was extremely smart and a little shy. Wayne Rigsby, in turn, was a bit slow, always relying on his girlfriend and friends to understand contexts. They were two of the sweetest souls who studied there; the redhead and her big guy.
It would be enough to make them the number one couple at the school. And they would be, if not for another couple. The perfect two.
Teresa Lisbon and Patrick Jane. The best student, captain of the cross country team and the most charismatic boy to ever walk on earth. Jisbon, the school had started to call them. She was the flawless student, straight A's, a thousand extra credits, and while super communicative, she was tough a hundred percent of the time. He was the owner of the most developed oratory in the area. If he wanted, he could sell Pepsi in a Coke factory and they would buy it without any questioning, the golden boy of the debate team.
From their troubled start with Jane transferring to the school their sophomore year after being adopted to getting together a year later, the chemistry between them had immediately sparked. It made no difference that Lisbon was still dating her ex back then. At the end of the first semester, the two were already inseparable, best friends regardless of any relationships. Relationships that collapsed at the end of the school year when Jane decided to declare his love.
It was a delicious way to confirm one's bisexuality, if anyone asked. The true definition of, "whatever". Lisbon and her lean body, green eyes that screamed irony, wavy black hair and her air of leadership that made everyone want to bow in awe. Jane with his mischievous smile that could light up an entire country, the body of a swimmer, sea-colored eyes and the charm of a committed rogue. There were many who dreamed of being the meat of their sandwich.
To everyone else they were a flawless couple. The darlings of the principal and the teachers. But Walter knew very well the two could not be further from the pedestal of perfection on which they were placed.
"Oh, she was such a good influence on him. She raised the boy's grades and now he is not raising hell anymore."
WHAT A LIE! And he was the only one who knew the truth, even though he had discovered their true self by accident.
The ap economic's teacher had asked him to call Lisbon back from the library, as the rest of the class was already finishing the exam. What he saw in the language section, away from the librarian's desk, was far more shocking - and hot - than any fictional book. Instead of reading books like everyone imagined Lisbon would be, the perfect two were there making out hard. A kiss so violent it would probably leave marks. The perfect legs of the most attractive girl Walter had ever met were wrapped around the waist of the most attractive boy Walter had ever met. One of the girl's hands was buried on her boyfriend's blonde curls, tugging it so harshly it had to be painful, while the other hand dug her nails into his shoulder. Jane, in turn, held her girlfriend by her ass cheeks, guiding her slow back and forth movements as he pressed her against the shelf. His erection was visible through his jeans and looked so inviting. Walter didn't know who he was more jealous of, but it was a battle with no winners.
Realizing they were being watched, the blonde didn't even have the decency to feign shame. Part of this Walter credited to himself, standing there frozen in time and salivating with a tent forming in his pants. Jane just trailed kisses to his girlfriend's ear and whispered something. In response, she turned her face towards Walter with a smile so indecent it had to be criminal. The scene was so delicious that the unexpected spectator choked on his own saliva.
"Forget what you saw, Walter," The girl whispered as if it were an internal joke between them before starting to move again against her boyfriend's lap and kissing his neck.
"But remember," Jane added with a smile, six times more dangerous than Lisbon's. "Good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught. Now if you could just turn around."
It was then Walter's hell began. After running from there straight to the bathroom, the boy started to question himself. He had always been confident, normally he would even joke and ask to get in the middle. But those were the perfect two, they shouldn't have been doing that.
That scene would haunt him for days.